Ming Dynasty Emperor System

"End this boring thing." Xiao Wushen, who turned his back to Yunmeng Wuhen, thought softly in his heart.

"End this damn thing." Yunmeng Wuhen, who had his back to Little Martial God, murmured in a low voice.

The words fell, the knife fell, the hammer fell.

Sadly, the army of white chess pieces all stopped in place at the moment when they were about to crush Black's shogi.

In Xiao Wushen's consciousness, he clearly saw that Yun Meng Wuhen gently released a handful of thin threads in his hand with a relieved smile.

Let them return to the wind, to heaven and earth, to their unfettered destiny.

The manipulated chess pieces were finally free.

But the price is death.

"boom!!!"

A belated explosion sounded loudly on the black and white chessboard.

The sky was trembling, and the white shogi was smashed into thousands of pieces under the attack of the giant black iron hammer and the cold sword!

The scattered ones are flying all over the sky, which is vast and desolate.

On the black chessboard, all the white chess pieces looked up at the sky.

A dome of dim black light shrouded their faces.

The uneven shadows, illuminated by the faint light, actually set off a pious and solemn expression.

Are they praying...or are they regretting that they have sacrificed their lives for freedom?

The power of heaven that supported their activities slowly dissipated with the death of White Shogi.

Starting from their heads, annihilation occurs.

Like quicksand, it floats upward bit by bit.

Stretching downward, the quicksand gradually faded into dots of dim light.

It contrasts with the all-devouring black symphony, creating a sad and beautiful outline.

In just a moment, the lives of these puppets came to an end.

No sound, no one knows.

And when the last quicksand turns into nothingness, it also means that their last breath has dispersed.

There will no longer be any trace of their existence in this world.

Like a dream, a dream that will never be repeated.

"Yun! Dream! Wu! Trace!"

The little Martial God roared heartbrokenly and desperately flew to Yunmeng Wuhen's side.

There was a gratified smile on his face, but his body gradually became unreal.

The little Martial God came back to his senses and finally understood everything, but it was too late.

"Why... why?" Xiao Wushen's eyes were filled with mist and shimmering, and he was still trying his best to suppress his emotions.

"Congratulations." Yunmeng Wuhen didn't answer why, but a long-lost sincere smile appeared on his face. It was a smile that belonged exclusively to the little Martial God. "It's the 670th and eighth game of the chess game of life and death after two generations. Little Valkyrie, you win again.”

"I don't want...I don't want to win!!! Yunmeng! What is the bet this time?! Tell me, it must not be life, right? Tell me, the price of failure is not the annihilation of the soul!!!"

"Don't be stupid, little Martial God. You should understand that in a life-and-death chess set by the power of heaven, how can the loser survive... Look, the most spectacular punishment has come. This is my first time... Ahem, the second time Once, I saw Heaven being angry..."

Yunmeng Wuhen suddenly raised his hand and pointed upward. The little Martial God suddenly raised his head, only to find that... the vast sky had opened a gap across the earth at some unknown time!

Inside, countless ancient runes symbolizing the power of heaven are flying all over the sky.

Regardless of whether it is spiritual consciousness or gaze, whenever you touch the depths, you will feel the terrifying pressure of heaven, like an ancient beast, with a vast and suppressed savage atmosphere.

"Damn it!" Xiao Wushen's eyes were filled with tears. "The annihilation of the physical body is not enough. It wants to destroy your soul and prevent you from reincarnation!!!"

Yunmeng Wuhen smiled bitterly, patted Xiao Wushen's back gently, shook his head, and signaled him not to be so excited.

The state of illusion has become more and more serious, which is a precursor to the annihilation of the physical body.

The threats that Yunmeng Wuhen will face are not limited to this. The wrath of heaven is still brewing in the crack in the sky.

That is irreparable destruction.

Like a sharp sword hanging over Yun Meng Wuhen's head, once it falls, no one can prevent his death.

Xiao Wushen was talking incoherently, but he inadvertently captured the existence of Master Wuchao. Although he seemed to be changing, Xiao Wushen couldn't control it anymore. A figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

He thought of a person, the person most likely to save Yunmeng Wuhen's life!

That's the Dao realm clone!

The Taoist clone is standing next to Master Wuchao!

"My lord!" Xiao Wushen shouted loudly, and knelt down with a plop in the direction of the Tao realm clone, kowtowed hard, and shouted with all his strength: "Please! Save him! Save my brother! !!”

In the deep foggy place, a wisp of white clothes escapes into the void.

The Dao realm clone who had been paying attention to the black and white chessboard all the time, faced the little Martial God's request for help, shook his head and sighed in a rare way.

"why why!!!"

Xiao Wushen's heart seemed to have been broken by a punch. Despair and pain intertwined in his heart, constantly tormenting his soul.

"You are so powerful! You can obviously do it! Where is your original power? Where is your supreme body? It is just the power of heaven! With your strength, you can completely destroy this damn heaven! Are the conditions not enough? Do you think? What do you want? I’ll give it to you! I can give it to you!!!”

"I can't do it." The Dao realm clone frowned, looked at the cracks in the sky, shook his head again, and said with great determination: "This level of heaven's wrath is enough to destroy a semi-holy existence. Unless it is Saint, otherwise...there is nothing you can do to save yourself."

Xiao Wushen was startled when he heard the words, and his expression gradually became terrifying. There was something deep in his heart that was beating his consciousness crazily. It seemed like anger, unwillingness, self-blame, and incompetence. The sadness is like being possessed.

"do not do that."

Yunmeng Wuhen spoke, and no negative emotions could be seen on his face. It seemed that the moment the outcome of the game of life and death was decided, he took all the misfortune and loneliness to his destination.

The other shore, or the end of the sea of ​​suffering.

"Little Martial God, if I can help you pass the level on this level and witness you breaking free from the shackles of heaven, I will have no regrets." Yunmeng Wuhen smiled with a smile on his face, and he said with full understanding in his weakness, "Leave it behind It’s unnecessary distractions, you should move forward.”

"No trace..."

The liquid swirling in Xiao Wushen's eyes finally broke away from its confinement at this moment and fell downwards.

"Clap."

A beautiful tear splashed, as if it spanned two generations.

I have lived in silence for a long time in solitude, and now I have reached perfection.

Rumble—The sky began to twist and shake.

As if a giant beast opened its mouth with blood gushing out, densely packed ancient runes poured out, formed in mid-air, and suddenly transformed into a heaven-suppressing holy seal.

"Fuck!" The little Martial God stood up and tightly held the hand of the black iron giant hammer, which was also dripping with blood at this moment.

Divine light flashed, and the Heaven-Suppressing Holy Seal buzzed continuously.

The terrifying pressure that is incomparable and unstoppable emerges from the Heaven-Suppressing Holy Seal.

The little Martial God who faced Tianwei head-on, even though he was suffering from the terrifying force, even though his knees were shaking like sieves, he still stood firmly in front of Yunmeng Wuhen.