Ming Dynasty Emperor System

"Donor, you are too violent." Master Wuchao said abruptly.

Immediately, the Buddha behind him seemed to have received the instruction, and the mantra he said changed into another mysterious Buddhist saying:

"This is the mantra to purify one's body and karma. I hope it can help the donor escape from the endless path of death."

"Om, Shutori..."

The inaudible sound of chanting came out of the Buddha's mouth again.

The body of the martyr trembled violently, and he actually received a more intense shock than before when he listened to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's mantra of annihilation of karma and the Buddhist words of Andi Panagia!

From the series of movements in which he couldn't bear the Buddha's words, he first held his head and knelt down in violent convulsions, and then collapsed on the ground, rolling wildly, you can truly feel his pain.

The martyr completely lost his combat effectiveness. The golden light shield covering his body gradually dissipated as the golden light in his body suddenly shrank, and finally collapsed into thousands of golden light fragments, shooting towards the surroundings.

Master Wuchao put away his Zen staff and punched it on the ground. Facing the fragments of golden light that were shooting towards him, he waved lightly with his free hand, and a large area of ​​gray light suddenly emitted. Mixed with the death energy, the thousands of golden light fragments were lifted up and scattered into the sky.

The situation seems to be clear. As long as the Buddha is still reciting the words of the Buddha, the martyr will continue to suffer severe pain, wash away the dirt in endless torture, and finally break away from the control of heaven. As he lets go of his obsession, he will be with the world. All the distracting thoughts returned to the ruins together.

At this moment, the thousands of fragments that were lifted up to the sky stopped rising. After being stagnant in the sky for ten breaths of time, bits and pieces of golden light fell, as if a gorgeous light rain had fallen, dyeing the space. The color of wonderful dreams.

A few golden fragments fell on the face of the martyr who was rolling with his head in his arms. He suddenly stopped shaking, stood up with a strong breath, and stared at Master Wuchao opposite, with bloodshot eyes in his eyes. The pupils were also dyed blood.

"The donor's obsession is still too deep." Master Wuchao said.

Immediately, there were movements in his hands, as if he wanted to make another spell to cast a spell, so that the Buddha behind him could speed up the chanting of the Buddha's words.

But the martyr twisted his face, and with an extremely ferocious expression, he gritted his teeth and yelled:

"Buddhist magic... is wonderful, but! Do you dare... to learn the supreme mantra of heaven?!"

As soon as he said this, Master Wuchao raised his eyebrows, and the look in his eyes suddenly dimmed. This simple change of emotion appeared on his face that was neither sad nor happy, but it seemed particularly abrupt, and even more It's acting a little weird.

It seemed that some unreal change had happened to him, and there was a response in the dark, which was wildly impacting Master Wuchao's consciousness at this moment. He suddenly lowered his head and rubbed his eyebrows, waved his hand, and said with a slightly trembling The voice replied:

"Since...since the benefactor has this idea, then the poor monk should do what the benefactor wishes."

After speaking, he raised his head and picked up a seal in his hand. Wisps of misty death energy escaped from his seven orifices, rolling around in the air and covering the Buddha's body behind him.

Suddenly, the sound of murmuring Buddha's words that filled the world stopped abruptly.

At the same time, the martyr felt light all over his body, finally freed from the painful torture, and his distorted complexion gradually returned to calm. Although he still showed dignity, it was much less severe than before.

"Thank you," the martyr said expressionlessly.

Master Wuchao waved his hand magnanimously, indicating that it was okay.

Although I don't know why he missed this good opportunity to kill the martyr, but from the slightly meaningful smile that slowly lifted from the corner of his mouth, it was obvious that his state at the moment seemed a little abnormal.

Not long after, Master Wuchao's smile suddenly froze. He lowered his head again and rubbed his eyebrows. The light in his eyes flickered brightly and darkly, and his whole aura became extremely unstable.

The martyr was secretly surprised.

He could clearly feel that the coercion covering the entire space fell from the peak of Da Luo Jinxian to the peak of Da Luo Sanxian, but then it rose again, and then fell again. It was changing up and down in an instant, and it seemed extremely Weird.

After Master Wuchao fell into this weird state, he was stagnant for a long time, except for the movement of rubbing his eyebrows with his hands.

A cold light flashed in the martyr's eyes, and he wanted to take advantage of Master Wuchao's abnormal behavior to strike boldly and hurt others.

However, when the martyr thought of how Master Wuchao had let him go so easily because of his words, he struggled in his heart. After hesitating for a long time, he suddenly sighed and finally gave up. Such a tempting idea.

"Does the obsession in the previous life still retain a trace of unnecessary kindness?" the martyr thought sadly.

He stared at Master Wuchao steadily, without saying a word, just waiting for his condition to return to normal, and in his mind, his past appearance also emerged, in that changing situation, but full of hope. In this era, he walked alone on the path of heaven.

After a while, Master Wuchao's aura gradually stabilized. He suddenly raised his head, but his eyes were like those of a martyr, filled with dense bloodshot eyes. A pair of eyes that originally pitied all living beings were now shining with gray light. , extremely weird.

"Donor, please start." Master Wuchao whirled his Zen staff, with a hint of exhaustion in his tone, and said lightly: "Let this poor monk see the so-called mantra of heaven in your mouth. I have nothing to do with this supreme mantra. I’m very yearning for it.”

After hearing the words, the martyr nodded slightly, entwined his hands, raised them above his head, and then waved towards Master Wuchao, then separated his hands, and beat his heart rhythmically with his right hand, his eyes always staying in Master Wuchao's eyes. , with a solemn expression.

He seemed to be using a special etiquette to show respect for Master Wuchao.

"No matter what the outcome of today's battle is, I'm glad to meet you." The martyr said with a sincere face. He pointed at his nose and showed an intriguing smile. "You let me see many wonderful skills of the first generation. , it was an eye-opener for me.”

Master Wuchao smiled slightly and was about to speak, but he suddenly discovered that the aura of the martyr in front of him suddenly rose, from the realm of Da Luo True Immortal to around the middle stage of Da Luo Golden Immortal. The pressure released by the whole person was not weaker than In his prime.

"The way I have cultivated is to follow the heavens and belong to God. The Five Elements Father Gold. If you burn your soul, you can activate the Nine Heavens Divine Sword and use it to attack the enemy." The martyr seemed to be talking to himself. He was Master Wuchao. Demonstrated his abilities.

As soon as he finished speaking, the martyr opened his hands, and the aura of his whole body climbed to the peak. The dazzling golden light burst out from his body, once again covering the white flash in this space, bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye. Drops of ground make it disappear...