Ming Dynasty Emperor System

"All invisible things of the Tao appear under my divine eyes." The Tao realm clone said calmly.

The next moment, the layer of Buddha's light covering the sky shattered with a bang, and layers of dark clouds surged in, covering the gap that was blasted open, killing all the powerful sword energy, and the finger of the clone from the Tao realm Released from the tip.

With the martyr as the center, a circle of invisible ripples rippled out, and wherever it passed, there was a messy scene of space torn apart.

Densely packed ancient runes poured down from the dark clouds that covered the sky, pouring into the body of the martyr.

In the eyes of the Taoist clone, billions of stars instantly perished, and the expression changed. Gorgeous golden light filled the eyes, and there were faint flames that burned everything, like angry ancient beasts, heading towards this world. , let out a roar and roar.

This is the flaming eye of Sun Wukong!

In an instant, the space surrounded by white flash turned into simple geometric objects in the eyes of the Taoist clone. The shapes of energy and rules were clear to the limit. Among them, the energy surging in the bodies of the Martyrs and Master Wuchao was particularly hot.

In addition, there is the sky covered with dark clouds. Densely packed ancient runes are hidden in the form of lines at the end of the vast sky. A small part of it is the one that pours down into the body of the martyr. of many runes.

Above Master Wuchao's head, a gray shadow was struggling and roaring crazily in another mysterious space, as if trying to break free from the realm where he was.

The Buddha behind him is like a faint shadow, and his heart is connected to the soul of Master Wuchao, while his body is attached to the Buddha's fate in the dark. The relic between his eyebrows seems to be a tool that provides energy.

"Troublesome guy, I'll deal with you later."

The Taoist clone murmured to himself, then turned his head and cast his gaze on the martyr.

What's interesting is that there is an invisible red line connecting the middle of the martyr's eyebrows floating in the sky to the gap behind the vast sky.

The ancient runes in the sky also follow the thin red thread, twisting and dancing, and pouring down wildly, creating a different kind of gorgeous scenery.

The Taoist clone looked at the thin red thread from top to bottom, and a strange smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth. He suddenly raised his hand, and the sword energy on his fingertips was flowing freely. When the seven-color color flashed, the Taoist clone faced Looking in the direction of the red western thread, he gently waved his hand down.

Huh - it seems like an imperceptible breeze blows by.

There seemed to be a violent frenzy in the field!

The indomitable sword intention and the huge sword light that covered the sky and the sun, wrapped in the wisps of chaotic mist, drew a gorgeous trajectory in the mid-air, connecting the thin red line connecting the sky between the martyr's eyebrows. Divide into two.

The remaining power remained unabated, the sword intent tore through the obstacles in the space, and the sword light cut off the white flash that enveloped the space into nothingness.

The white flash disappeared, and the darkness followed. The boundless blackness and dense space cracks dyed this space into a messy dead zone.

The martyr felt a lightness all over his body, as if his soul was in the dark and cut off from something. The power of heaven that lingered in his heart and bound him for hundreds of millions of years finally came to him today. In the hands of the Dao realm clone, it was completely annihilated into nothingness.

Huge and complex memories rushed towards the martyr like a raging tide. He actually broke free from the sealing power in his body. He was shocked by the sharp pain that penetrated his soul and burst out with a heart-rending cry. roar!

The vague memories gradually became clear at this moment, and scenes from an era that was even more distant than eternity flashed through the minds of the martyrs.

The Land of Dry Soil, the Ancient Mountain of Shenxu, the Seven Towers of Fate, the Heavenly Alliance, the ten demons and gods that stirred up the world...these familiar areas appeared in the hearts of the martyrs, and the last thing that flashed past was a simple thatched hut. , leaning against the door was a smiling girl.

"Little Valkyrie, welcome home," the girl said.

That call seemed to have passed through the distant years. The girl's voice, as clear as a lark, sounded clearly in the martyr's ears. The girl's gentle and jade-like face was deeply reflected in the martyr's heart.

Warmth and pain, nostalgia and struggle, happiness and guilt... all kinds of contradictory emotions are unified in the martyr.

He closed his eyes, and a tear suddenly fell from the corner of his eye. His complicated expression and slightly trembling hands were reflected in the tears.

"Have you remembered?" the Dao realm clone asked coldly.

The martyr did not answer, and many of the restraints in his body had been untied by the Dao Realm clone. At this moment, he relied entirely on his own abilities to float high in the sky, with his breath weak and his eyes closed tightly.

"Why, you dare not face reality?" The Dao realm clone sneered, raised his head slightly, and said in a very mocking tone: "Or, the reason why you betrayed your original camp and chose to surrender to the way of heaven is because of your self-deprecation. Cowardly and self-proclaimed?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the martyr suddenly opened his eyes, his hands bloomed with golden light, his figure flashed, and he suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The Taoist avatar had his hands behind his back, a meaningful smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with contempt as the flames and red-gold light intertwined.

"You are just rubbish." The Taoist clone stared at the void in front of him, and said the cruelest words word by word in an extremely indifferent tone: "If you really have the courage, you should try your best to practice and make yourself You’re powerful enough to save her, but it’s a pity you don’t dare!”

"Fuck you!"

The furious roar of the martyr suddenly sounded. Behind the Taoist clone, a vague figure shrouded in golden light suddenly appeared. A fist wrapped with heavy divine power struck towards the back of the Taoist clone. .

"Snapped!"

The Dao realm clone didn't even look back, and easily grasped the sneak attack fist with his backhand. The powerful power of chaos turned into a majestic storm, dispersing the dazzling golden light behind him. The face of the blurry figure gradually became clear, and his face The ferocious martyr appeared.

"So I'm just saying..." The Dao Realm clone slowly turned around and said expressionlessly: "People like you are just trash."

After finishing his words, the terrifying coercion at the semi-saint level erupted, sweeping across the entire place. The martyr, who was the first to bear the brunt, knelt on his knees under the pressure of this coercion, and his head was pressed firmly to the ground, unable to move.

"Her name is Cheng Ping, right?" the Taoist clone said coldly.

The martyr remained silent, but he was frantically activating the energy in his body to break through this powerful pressure.

But obviously, under the crushing pressure of his realm, he was just struggling fearlessly.

The Taoist clone squatted down, grabbed the martyr's hair, and pulled up his head. Their eyes met. The martyr was twisted and ferocious, and on his crazy face, a pair of eyes burst with monstrous rage. .