Ming Dynasty Emperor System

It has always been like this, and it is still like this when I dream back to the first generation.

"come!"

The overwhelming anger in his eyes seemed to burn this ruthless world!

His silent roaring voice swallowed up all this injustice!

The way of heaven is indifferent, the holy seal of heaven is suppressed, and the mountains press down.

The little Valkyrie is fearless.

Behind him, Yun Meng Wuhen's eyes flashed, and he slowly stood up from the ground, resisting the force of the backlash.

The smell of blood, with a slight fragrance, hits your nostrils at this moment.

That was the unique aura of Yunmeng Wuhen, who was known as the God without Hatred.

Wherever the Heaven-Suppressing Seal reaches, the space collapses and the sky and the earth lose color.

At this time, it was less than a hundred feet away from Xiao Wushen.

He didn't take even half a step back.

In just a moment, he will be annihilated into nothingness along with the entire world under the crushing force of the Heaven-Suppressing Holy Seal.

"Little Martial God." A voice suddenly called from behind.

"No trace!"

Xiao Wushen suddenly turned his head, but what came to him was an illusory and unreal palm.

Yunmeng Wuhen used up the last bit of strength in his body and slapped the little Martial God hard!

In his sight, the ever-expanding palm appeared so abruptly and quickly.

The little Valkyrie didn't even have time to dodge.

"Snapped."

The little Valkyrie was whipped away by a palm and shot towards a safe area.

At the last glance, he saw Yun Meng Wuhen smiling, just like when they first met.

"I wish you get rid of your inner demons as soon as possible and release all your shackles."

"I wish you a smooth resurrection of Cheng Ping and an end to this bad fate."

"I wish you good luck in martial arts."

"Little Martial God..."

The Heaven-Suppressing Holy Seal fell, and the catastrophe destroyed everything.

"Goodbye"

Yunmeng Wuhen disappeared into the energy storm.

Xiao Wushen’s eyes were tearing up.

"Yunmeng Wuhen!"

"Yunmeng Wuhen!!"

"Yunmeng Wuhen!!!"

"..."

Roaring and roaring, his voice lost its voice.

Vomiting and vomiting, tears streaming down my face.

The vast white land.

A white storm.

A white mind.

Everything is white and unreal.

The only one who is real is the little Valkyrie.

He vomited,

As if about to vomit,

his soul.

……

The storm comes and goes quickly.

The black and white chessboard was in a mess, and everything was desolate.

After the Heaven-Suppressing Holy Seal completed its mission, it turned into a misty rain of light, dripped down, merged into the earth, and then disappeared silently.

The Taoist clone set another restriction for Master Wuchao.

After ensuring that his state would not be chaotic again in a short period of time, the Dao realm clone floated down and arrived at the ruins.

In the center, the little Martial God's eyes were vacant and lifeless, and he was kneeling in front of a ball of dim light, as if he was dead.

"The gift from Heaven has arrived." The Tao realm clone suddenly appeared next to Xiao Martial God and said, "There may be something suitable for you in it."

Xiao Wushen was at a loss.

"Look, there are four of them this time. You and Wu Chao will get two portions each, which is considered very generous."

Four light groups slowly fell from the sky. The Taoist clone grabbed them with his big hand, took them in, and placed them in front of the little Martial God.

"Two swordsmanship insights and two gold element insights. It's so perfect. This is simply a reward tailor-made for you!"

The Taoist clone sighed sadly and made a serious expression of surprise.

The little Valkyrie remained motionless.

There was no blood, no anger, no sadness in his eyes, there was just a faint light exuding a faint aura.

"Little Martial God!" The Dao realm clone's expression finally changed. He grabbed the little Martial God by his hair and pulled him up from the ground, with his feet dangling in the air.

"If you are possessed by a demon, I can help you get rid of it. But if your heart dies, your faith collapses, and your soul is annihilated, then everything is over! It's over, do you understand?! You become a useless person without a moral heart! That's it. It’s no use even if the fucking saint comes!!!”

The Taoist clone, or the Taoist clone controlled by Zhu Houzhao's original body, rarely lost control of his emotions. He roared angrily, and the image of the immortal Taoist body collapsed instantly.

And what about Little Valkyrie?Facing the wrath of the Taoist clone, he still looked like a living dead.

Even though the Dao realm clone was in such a humiliating state, gripping his hair hard and tightly, making him look extremely embarrassed and humble, it was still indifferent.

His gaze was still focused on that dim light, as if tens of thousands of years later, this persistence would never change.

The Dao realm clone finally saw the clues. He threw the little Martial God aside casually, walked forward, and raised his foot towards the dim light, ready to step down hard!

"Ahhhh!!!"

The little Martial God suddenly jumped up, pounced like a crazy beast, and hugged the leg of the Dao Realm clone that was about to fall. The impact knocked the Dao Realm clone that was caught off guard, and the two were entangled together.

"Oh, you bastard..."

The Dao realm clone was about to speak, but the little Martial God suddenly burst out with all his power!

The powerful pressure of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal Half-Saint Realm came out from the body, and the extremely sharp golden light bloomed and then flashed violently. The little Martial God stretched out his hand, and the black iron hammer flew into the sky from the ruins, and returned in the blink of an eye. Into the hands of the owner.

"Death to me!!!"

Xiao Wushen's eyes were fixed on the face of the Taoist clone, and he was about to smash it with his hammer.

"idiot."

The Taoist clone's eyes suddenly turned cold, and billions of stars were suddenly flowing in his eyes. However, he stood up and pressed back against the lightning flint. He raised his hand and pulled out a golden soul light ball from between his eyebrows. He held it in the palm of his hand and squeezed it hard!

"Well--"

Little Valkyrie straightened his legs and trembled all over. He felt a sharp pain that pierced his soul, like a tide, hitting him with heavy waves!

All the strength in his body was drained out of him at this moment, and he suddenly lost all his fighting power and collapsed weakly on the ground, panting heavily.

"Dang bang."

The giant black iron hammer fell from his hand and fell to the ground, kicking up dust and dust all over the sky.

The pressure of the half-saint realm of Hunyuan Golden Immortal was gone.

The golden light dissipated and eventually disappeared into nothingness.

The Taoist clone looked coldly at the little Martial God who had fallen out of strength, and couldn't help but sigh. He was too lazy to cast a spell to clean it, so he just patted the dust on his body with his upper hand, dealt with it for a while, and then said:

"This dim light that you attach so much importance to is probably the trace of soul that accidentally remained after Yunmeng Wuhendao disappeared?"

Xiao Wushen said nothing and gave him a cold look in return.

The Dao realm clone felt a headache, looked at the dim light, thought about it secretly, and said:

"If I tell you, as long as you achieve the realm of a saint, you can revive this soul and reshape Yunmeng Wuhen's physical body so that he can successfully complete reincarnation in the world of the second generation, which is equivalent to Resurrection, can you believe it?”

Xiao Wushen was shocked when he heard this, and his face was a little moved, but after making a few promises, he remained silent again.

The Dao Realm clone was really angry and had nothing to say, so he just said the next sentence:

"Damn it, believe it or not, there is still a situation at Wuchao that I need to deal with. You can stay here and enjoy yourself!"

After finishing speaking, he left Xiao Wushen behind and returned to the barrier where Master Wuchao was alone.

"Sanctification...soul reincarnation..."

Xiao Wushen thought, his eyes gradually became firmer.