Ming Dynasty Emperor System

The Nine Heavens Divine Sword fell slowly bit by bit, just like the movements of the martyrs before when they cast spells with both hands to activate the power of heaven.

All Master Wuchao felt was the terrifying pressure coming from all around him, almost squeezing his body to pieces.

A strong death threat assaulted his consciousness.

"Move it, damn it, move it!"

It was useless. No matter how hard Master Wuchao roared in his heart or how loudly he called out, the immortal power and the breath of death in his body did not respond.

The powerful pressure of the peak half-saint level was like an invisible big hand, pinching Master Wuchao's lifeline and crushing all his hopes of a comeback.

Of the thirty breaths of the martyr, only five are now left.

This short period of five breaths is as long as eternity, without end or vitality.

"Is the game really over this time?" Master Wuchao's eyes showed deep despair. When the huge Nine Heavens Divine Sword was only half a foot away from his head, the fear in his heart was amplified. To the limit.

The desire to live has never been so strong!Even when the staff hit the martyr's golden shield before, the strong death threat could not compare to this moment.

He was supposed to die at that moment, but he accidentally touched the one deep in his soul.

After surviving the disaster, he regained control of his body, absorbed that person's soul, and raised his level to the peak of Daluo Jinxian. Master Wuchao should have soared into the sky.

However, the martyr gave him another surprise, and the Nine Heavens Divine Sword shattered all his illusions.

"It's all because of him! He used his damn compassion to let go of the opportunity to kill this martyr!" The figure of that person appeared in Master Wuchao's mind.

The Buddha behind him closed his eyes and meditated silently, showing no reaction to everything in front of him. How ironic this is.

"Die," the martyr said coldly.

There was no gloating in his eyes, but only deep tiredness.

Since the death of the first generation, he has been dominated by heaven for countless years and has forgotten his original intention of staying in the Cliff Tower.

It was really too long ago, some things, some things that were imprinted in his bones, with the passage of time and the influence of the power of heaven, have been sealed in the depths of his soul.

At this moment, it also disappears with the annihilation of the soul.

The giant sword slowly fell straight down, and the sword energy that penetrated the body tore Master Wuchao's scalp to pieces, revealing the red and white 'matter' inside.

Under this irresistible pressure, Master Wuchao had given up all resistance, closed his eyes, and quietly waited for death.

Time passed extremely long at this moment, and a strange scene suddenly appeared in Master Wuchao's mind. It felt extremely far away, but it had an unreal illusion.

……

It was a mountain shrouded in clouds and mist and filled with sunset.

From the boundless sky, a golden glow slowly floated.

Through the golden glow, the scene inside gradually became clear, and it was a blurry figure.

As the line of sight narrowed, the originally blurry scene gradually became clearer, and it was clearly an old man with immortal demeanor.

The old man smiled, lowered his head and cast his gaze towards the mountains below, his eyes filled with energy, as if he was looking for something.

Suddenly, the old man seemed to have seen something. His eyes were fixed and focused on the peak of the mountain, and his smile gradually solidified.

"What is she doing here?" the old man said, "No, I have to go and see."

The golden glow surrounding the old man was distorted.

With a "swish" sound, the golden glow drew a long golden tail flame at high speed in the cloud-shrouded sky, heading towards the mountains below.

The scene suddenly changed.

A distant view at the top of a mountain.

There is an extremely steep cliff here, with few trees on it and only scattered gravel. At the end of it, in the clouds and mist, there is a delicate figure with a basket and a sickle.

Golden rays of light appeared over the top of the mountain, and there was a cloud at the end.

"Is it her?" The old man's solemn face came into view, "No, how could she still be alive?"

The scene changed. A girl was wiping the sweat from her forehead. She was holding a sickle in her left hand and a basket in her right hand, cutting something on the ground.

"What are you looking for in a deserted mountain?" the old man said. He casually waved away the golden light and appeared in front of the girl.

The girl did not show any surprise. She kept moving her hands and said without raising her head: "I am waiting for someone. He said that when I pick a hundred Wangchuan flowers from Wangchuan Cliff, he will come back to pick me up." .”

The old man's expression was startled, a hint of horror flashed in his eyes, and his expression gradually became complicated, "Then...how many flowers have you picked now?"

"The Wangchuan flowers on Wangchuan Cliff bloom every ten years. I come here every year. In nine hundred and ninety-nine years, I picked a total of 99 flowers." The scene changed to the girl's hands.

She carefully held a strange-shaped flower.The transparent rhizome holds a golden round object on it, "This is the last year I come here, and this flower is also the last one I pick."

The girl picked the flowers and put them into her basket.

The screen switched, and the basket was filled with golden round objects.

The girl held the basket on her back and walked to the old man. "The man I'm waiting for is a glutton who likes delicious food. This flower blooms and contains delicious food in the world. He loves this most in his life."

His eyes turned to the old man. At this moment, he suddenly felt a splitting headache. His expression was distorted for a moment, but he immediately covered it up without revealing his expression.

He seemed to remember something, but he quickly forgot it and was submerged in distant chaotic memories.

"How good is he? Let you waste nine hundred and ninety years?!" He didn't even know why his tone was trembling.

"He is good at everything, but he has a bad memory." The girl smiled, "It seems that he has forgotten the agreement he made. I have collected all 99 Forgotten Flowers, but he still has not appeared in front of me..."

His gaze turned to the girl's clear eyes, "That's all, I'll collect it for another nine hundred and ninety-nine years. Maybe, maybe one day he will remember it and come looking for me."

After saying that, the girl took out a golden sphere from the basket and handed it to the old man, "We are destined to meet you. Please try it."

The old man stretched out his hand tremblingly, took the golden sphere, and peeled off the outer skin bit by bit, revealing the small black ball inside. Finally, he gently stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it carefully. .

The girl smiled, "Is it delicious?"

The old man seemed to be suppressing his emotions and nodded silently.

"I'm not lying, am I? This is a rare delicacy from the God Realm." The girl picked up the basket on her back, turned around and left, waving her hand, "See you again if we are destined."

The old man raised his head and closed his eyes. He swallowed the delicious food, and two lines of clear tears fell down, soaking his clothes. "See you again if we are destined."

The sight slowly zoomed out, and finally settled on the fairy mountain shrouded in clouds and mist, with colorful clouds filling the sky.

"Wangchuan Cliff, Wangchuan Cliff! Damn it, damn it! Why do you want to awaken my memory, stinking Taoist priest!!!"

The martyrs cried heartbreakingly...