Ming Dynasty Emperor System

"Are you awake?" the Dao realm clone asked coldly.

The martyr, covered with bruises and lying on the ground, trembled slightly and uttered a weak, stubborn and pitiful voice:

"Please... please, save Ping'er..."

The Taoist clone's complexion turned dark, and the billions of stars that were flying rapidly in his eyes were suddenly destroyed.

The seven-color brilliance blooming in the palm of his hand almost swallowed up all the darkness in this space.

With a slight movement of his wrist, he seemed to be about to attack the martyr, but the pitiful and weak sounds reached his ears, and in line with the martyr's embarrassed appearance, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Suddenly, he let out a long sigh and took the seven-color brilliance blooming in his palm back into his body. Strands of chaotic mist overflowed from the seven orifices. After swirling in the space for a moment, the chaotic mist penetrated into the martyr's body one by one. In the body, it heals its wounds.

The Dao realm clone finally chose to give up the idea of ​​killing the martyr.

He looked at the martyr whose wounds were healing quickly, with a rare look of helplessness on his face.

"Listen to me."

The Taoist clone slowly squatted down, and with a flick of his hand, he turned the martyr over so that his face faced him, "I can help you resurrect Cheng Ping, and I can also guarantee that what I said is not false. But The prerequisite for doing all this is that you regain your former peak strength."

The martyr was so angry that it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence from his throat:

"But... yes, I promise you!"

"It's useless to promise. In your current state, even if I help you with all my strength, I can't awaken the things deep in your soul, let alone let you return to the peak state." The Taoist clone curled his lips. , pointing to the dark area below, and said lightly:

"Kill it with your own hands and settle a grudge that has been entangled for two generations. With this, you can break one of the three inner demons that have troubled you."

When the martyr heard the words, he trembled all over. Following the direction pointed by Zhu Houzhao, his head slowly turned, but he saw the Kirin beast that had turned into a phantom and was in a sleeping state.

"All things have life and death. As the supreme patron saint that has existed since the founding of your family, it has lived for too long. In the past, it could be regarded as your right-hand man, but now, it is just a little one who relies on you. The accumulated blood of heaven, an old thing lingering on."

The Taoist clone rubbed his fingers, and the bright seven-color brilliance bloomed between his fingers again. He slowly raised a slightly meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth, approached the martyr, and said with a bit of cold threat in the temptation:

"If you want me to resurrect Ping'er, you must do as I say and don't hesitate. Because as long as I notice that you have the slightest doubt about me, then this matter will not work, and you will It has lost its value, and I will crush your soul with my own hands.”

The martyr's face changed, and he was uncertain, and the gleaming light in his eyes was like a broken light bulb, flickering on and off, elusive. After a while, he said with slight hesitation: "I ...In my current state, I simply can’t do it!”

The Taoist clone smiled slightly, as if he had already guessed what the martyr would say. He raised his hand to write and draw in mid-air, and soon outlined a mysterious rune, which he pressed into the middle of the martyr's eyebrows.

Then, the Taoist clone waved his hand and released wisps of chaotic mist again. The amount was so large that it almost covered the boundless sky. These majestic chaotic mist poured into the body of the martyr. , speeding up the recovery of his injuries.

After doing all this, the Dao realm clone clapped his hands, with billions of stars born in his eyes, flying and flying in the small universe between illusion and reality, faintly revealing some of the operating laws of the heaven and earth. Everything is here. Something appears in the universe, endless deductions.

"After half a stick of incense, you will be able to regain most of your mobility, and I will help you transform your own powerful magical weapon now to help you kill this old unicorn!" the Taoist clone said quietly.

The smile that raised at the corner of his mouth looked more and more weird. A wisp of majestic chaotic mist separated and floated on the hands of the Taoist clone. The mysterious power of chaos combined with the terrifying magic power of the semi-saint level, in the dark The entangled combination formed a mist.

As time passed bit by bit, most of the injuries on the martyr's body were healed under the treatment of the chaotic mist.The mist in the hands of the Dao realm clone has gradually taken shape after undergoing some changes.

It was a huge black iron hammer that shone with thunderbolts and lightning. The wooden hammer handle and the hammer body were as tall as a person. Densely dense mysterious runes were attached to the hammer body, blessing many powerful spells. When you look at it from a distance, you can tell that its weight is astonishing.

"Not bad, not bad. This work is okay. I'm very satisfied." The Taoist clone stroked the hammer handle with clear lines and said to himself, and then turned his gaze to the martyr who was still collapsed on the ground. The ground shouted: "Get up, don't pretend to be dead for me!"

The martyr was shaken all over and stood up slowly, with a somewhat embarrassed look on his face, and a look of dejection in his eyes, as if he was trying to escape from something.

"Take it." The Taoist clone picked up the boulder and threw it to the martyr. The latter stretched out his hand to catch it, but almost missed it. The whole person sank hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, he He desperately used the energy in his body to float up, and then he stopped his crazy fall.

"This... this hammer is too heavy!!!" the martyr exclaimed.

"It's not heavy, it's just over 800 million kilograms." The Taoist clone smiled, "Before, at a gathering place of immortals, I saw an immortal with a thunderous mouth, holding a light electric hammer. I feel Seeing that the magic circle engraved on it was good, I made a heavier version."

When the martyr heard this, he looked horrified. This is a magic weapon weighing more than 800 million kilograms!Just the weight alone was terrifying as he had never seen before!

Part of the reason why he was so shocked was of course the weight of the hammer, but the other part... that was much more interesting.

He clearly saw how smoothly the Taoist clone picked up the hammer and threw it to him, as if he could easily master such a terrifying weight.

When did the semi-saint realm become so terrifying? !

Everything in this second generation has subverted the three views of martyrs.

What he can be sure of is that the man in front of him has profound Taoist skills and unparalleled physical strength. He is definitely not an ordinary semi-saint strong man.

"Hey, why are you dazed?" the Dao realm clone frowned and shouted, "Now that the injuries have been recovered and the magic weapon is in hand, why are you still unwilling to take action?"

The martyr was shocked when he heard this. He lowered his head stiffly and looked at the sleeping Qilin beast. His expression gradually became struggling...