Ming Dynasty Emperor System

"Die Ying Gou! What are you doing blindly? I lost [-]% of my Yin Qi!"

Empress Houtu reprimanded angrily, spitting blood from her mouth as she spoke.

The ghost rubbed his hands with a look of helplessness on his face, hesitating and unable to say anything.

The kings of hell were in perfect agreement. At the same time, they looked up at the fierce battlefield in the sky and quickly sneaked over.

"Empress! Are you okay?" King Qin Guang asked with concern on his face.

"What a fart!"

Empress Houtu said angrily, then sat on the ground, adjusted her breathing, and asked coldly:

"What are you doing here? It's very leisurely, right? Hell's protection is ignored?!"

All the kings of hell smiled, and King Qin Guang, as the representative, stepped forward and said:

"Everything is arranged, just let the ghost officers do the rest. There was too much movement here, and the connected fifth hall was bombed by the aftermath! We thought about coming over to see the situation, but the two queens in the sky You can do it, but you don’t dare to show your face!”

"Hey, you just found out now? I acted like a coward in front of Wuchao at the beginning, so what's the use of coming here now? If I hadn't been smart enough to hide with my wife, I'm afraid the day lilies would have gone cold before you guys came. !" the ghost mocked.

"You still have the nerve to say that? You weren't the one who brought Wuchao to the empress?!"

King Chu Jiang looked at the ghost with disdain, and the kings of hell also had angry faces on their faces, as if they were about to explode.

"Give me a break!"

Queen Houtu was furious.

“Now that everyone can’t protect themselves, why are they still trying to cause trouble?!”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present fell silent, with different expressions on their faces, but most of them were not much better.

High in the sky, the sound of explosions was still heard.

In contrast, the corner where the higher-ups in hell gathered looked a little pitiful and helpless.

Everyone discussed countermeasures.

Empress Houtu repeatedly emphasized that when the winner of the battlefield above was determined, she would look for an opportunity to make a sneak attack.

But the Kings of Hell were obviously not in high spirits, and they didn't have the courage. They all looked as embarrassed as they did before the ghosts.

Just kidding, although there are a lot of people, most of them are in the Taiyi realm. Let them pick up the traps of semi-saints?Isn't this courting death?

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and everyone knows this.

Seeing this, Empress Houtu felt helpless, but she had already made a decision secretly.

When the time comes, he will go first. They can't just stay there and watch the show, right?

Just as she was thinking about it, the battle situation in the sky changed again.

Master Wuchao and Yang Jian fought fiercely for a long time, but neither of them suffered any harm.

The strength is so similar that the two of them can do nothing whether it is defense or attack.

If you can't catch the opponent's flaws, you won't be able to tell the winner.

After fighting for so long, both of them have figured out each other's moves and routines. There are only a few types of moves that come and go, and they are already able to deal with them easily.

Master Wuchao seemed to be in a state of madness at first, but later on he became more and more sober, and the hatred in his heart became weaker and weaker.

Fragmented memories kept hitting his mind, and he seemed to have an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this person.

It seems... I have seen him somewhere!

Finally, he stopped his attack and stopped attacking.

Yang Jian, who is in a defensive state most of the time, will naturally not take the opportunity to have an attack.

He clutched the three-pointed two-edged sword tightly, and fought in a stalemate, which was so hearty.

But at the same time, the way he looked at Master Wuchao became more and more confused.

Is this really an illusion?

No, why does it feel like this smelly Taoist priest has arrived in his true form!

He couldn't figure it out.

Now that the stormy battle had subsided for the time being, he was about to speak, but Master Wuchao opposite him swung his sword, with a gloomy face, and said softly:

"Feather."

In an instant, dense white flashes appeared in the field, each one filled with an extremely sharp aura.

Yang Jian had never seen this move before. He felt that the surrounding area was surrounded by dangers and the dangerous atmosphere was spreading. He subconsciously raised his sword and was ready to fight.

Master Wuchao raised his sword, pointed at Yang Jian from a distance, and asked coldly:

"Have you ever been to Buddha Mountain?"

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, thought about it in his mind, and then said:

"Isn't that the place where you used to practice and live in seclusion?"

"Yes, you destroyed the human world and also destroyed my home."

"Is that why you're angry? It's just an imaginary place."

"An unreal place?"

Upon hearing this, Master Wuchao's breath became chaotic, his emotions were like the changing weather, and violent and intense energy came out of his body.

Yang Jian frowned, and the third heavenly eye on his forehead opened on its own. His consciousness enveloped the world, and he seemed to smell something.

"How can a guy like you, who doesn't know how much money it costs, understand how I feel..."

Master Wuchao shook his head, his expression became extremely weird, and the look in his eyes flickered and was extremely unstable.

He placed the Nine Heavens Divine Sword in front of his eyes, looked at it carefully, and traced his fingers upward from the hilt to the tip of the sword, making a loud sword sound!

"You destroy other people's homes, but you still look calm... People like you really, really deserve to die!"

There is love in the words, and the love is crazy and confusing.

After Master Wuchao said that, he moved and suddenly disappeared from the place. When he reappeared, he had transformed into the netherworld and merged into the void.

The next moment, wisps of death energy and dazzling Buddha breath bloomed, illuminating the entire place.

The dense white flashes around him trembled violently, and all shot towards Yang Jian!

Vaguely, Yang Jian smelled a vague aura of chaos. His eyes lit up, and the doubts in his heart were answered. However, the hairs on his body exploded, making his fighting spirit uncontrollable.

"You are indeed your true form, haha ​​- come on, come on, I will subdue you and then bring you to Zhu Houzhao to see what you will look like after you wake up!"

After speaking, Yang Jian laughed loudly, waved the three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand, centered on his left foot, and rotated clockwise at a very fast speed. A long roar sounded, but the sharp sword light pierced the sky!

"Splitting the stars!"

The dense white flashes have arrived, and the force of the feathers seems to tear apart all targets.

But Yang Jian, who was spinning like a top, transformed into thousands of clones in the blink of an eye.

Each clone is holding a three-pointed two-edged sword, swinging it as much as possible to release its divine power.

The sword light filled the sky, intersecting with the white flash. When the two collided, they both turned into nothingness.

With the battlefield as the center, invisible ripples spread in all directions, and powerful energy aftermath raged in the field!

"This move is pretty good, how about another move from me?"

Yang Jian laughed, and thousands of clones instantly merged into one, and his momentum reached its peak!

The tip of the knife pointed at the sky, and phantoms of stars, sun and moon appeared around him, swirling around him at extremely fast speeds.

"This move is called Chasing the Moon."

Yang Jian smiled and said, holding a three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand, he pointed at the most dazzling place where the Buddha's breath and death energy were most dazzling, and gently chopped off...