Ming Dynasty Emperor System

Master Wuchao walked calmly inside the Dark Tiger Demon Cave with his hands behind his back. Along the way, he saw many women, children, old and young people with low combat effectiveness, hiding in corners with frightened faces, hugging each other for warmth.

These monsters are obviously the family members of the Minghu Monster Cave tribe. They look at Master Wuchao with deep hatred in their eyes.

Master Wuchao naturally didn't care about the looks of these women, children, old and young. In his eyes, these monsters that did not pose a threat to him were just a group of insignificant ants. He was not even in the mood to eliminate them, partly because he felt disgusted with them. Dirty hands.

Along the way, under such a malicious "attention gift", Master Wuchao walked calmly, passed through the meeting hall, and entered the black portal that the leopard-headed demon would call the entrance.

What he could see was a small space, like an abandoned cave. The damp atmosphere made Master Wuchao feel a little uncomfortable, but after seeing the faint light emanating from the end, he still suppressed the displeasure in his heart and stood firm. Continue exploring the scalp forward.

With Master Wuchao's moving pace, after walking for about half a quarter of an hour, he finally walked out of the small cave space and came to a stone wall that looked like a dead end.

The surface of the stone wall was imprinted with dense runes. Master Wuchao put his hand on it. Even though he sensed the unique demonic aura of Tiger Lord Mingdu, some fluctuations of the demonic aura still remained and had not dissipated.

"A very interesting design." Master Wuchao smiled.

He transferred a piece of divine power to his hand, held the middle part of the Zen staff, and lightly tapped it towards the stone wall engraved with runes.

Boom - a sound like something breaking.

Invisible ripples centered on the top of the Zen staff and spread in all directions. A gray light flashed past, and a hole was opened in the stone wall.

Seeing this, Master Wuchao took back the Zen staff and let it float around his waist. Then he formed seals with his hands, chanted a spell in his mouth and cast a spell, instantly shrinking his physical body to the size of his palm, and the immortal energy circulated in his body.

A moment later, he transformed into a golden rainbow and quietly slipped in through the opened hole.

When Master Wuchao showed his body again, he had already appeared in the ancestral land. Thousands of stalactites hanging upside down on the top emitted various faint lights, illuminating this vast ancient space.

A spiritual platform stood alone at the end of the space. A "worm cocoon" with bright blood all over its body was suspended above the spiritual platform, exuding a breathtaking aura.

"Such a powerful energy wave... Is this the inherited treasure of the Minghu clan..." Master Wuchao murmured to himself. He flashed and suddenly appeared in front of the spiritual platform, staring intently at the floating platform. The cocoon is hanging, and stars are flowing in a pair of black eyes.

"This ancient and majestic aura...that's right, this is the unique aura of the powerful Wu Clan tens of thousands of years ago!" Master Wuchao's shoulders trembled, and the stars in his eyes shone brightly, as if through insects. The shell of the cocoon can see through all the scenes of the cocoon.

"Huh?" When Master Wuchao saw the scene inside clearly, his expression froze involuntarily.

He apparently discovered that inside the cocoon, the little tiger demon Mingsha was fusing with the pseudo-Xuanming blood created by Zhu Houzhao. It seemed that the fusion of the two had almost reached the most critical moment.

The blood of Pseudo Xuan Ming was only the size of a sesame seed, while the little tiger demon Ming Sha was wrapped with blood as thin as a gossamer.

After realizing that something was spying on him from the outside, the little tiger demon Mingsha opened his body unconsciously, using the power of blood in his body to protect his master, and a human body slowly emerged in front of him. The phantom of a snake head!

Master Wuchao trembled all over, secretly thinking something was wrong, and quickly stretched out his hand to touch the cocoon.

But at the next moment, the shadow in front of Little Tiger Demon Mingsha suddenly opened his eyes, stared at Master Wuchao with eyes without any emotion, opened his mouth suddenly, and let out bursts of piercing screams.

Master Wuchao quickly retracted his hand, took two steps back, chanted a mantra, and quickly put up a barrier in front of him to isolate himself from harm.

The screams from the shadow turned into circles of ripples in an instant, rushing towards Master Wuchao!

Under the impact of the ripples, the barrier that enveloped Master Wuchao seemed like paper, and was blasted into a starry sky.The remaining power of the ripples remained unabated and poured out onto Master Wuchao's body without reservation.

Hearing only a scream, Master Wuchao vomited blood and was thrown away like a kite with a broken string, slamming into the mountain wall.

Immediately afterwards, the cocoon's skin began to peel off little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye. The densely packed runes penetrated the outer wall of the cocoon and poured toward the spiritual platform below. They were scattered on the snake-shaped human head statue on the spiritual platform, as if It is covered with a transparent coat.

Not long after, Master Wuchao, who was coughing violently, flew out of the mountain wall. He looked at the cocoon above the spiritual platform with a horrified expression, where unknown changes were taking place, and the stars in his eyes were flickering.

Snap - a crisp sound suddenly sounded in this vast space.

The outer skin of the cocoon has completely peeled off, revealing the body of the little tiger demon Mingsha wrapped in blood.

At this moment, the little tiger demon Mingsha had woken up from his slumber, but his eyes were a little confused. After looking at the scene around him, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled the snake-shaped man on the spiritual platform. The portrait grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Gaba - Gaba -" the sound of chewing sounded.

Master Wuchao's eyes widened. He actually saw a young tiger demon stuffing a statue bigger than his head into his mouth and chewing it with relish, as if it was some kind of human delicacy. generally.

"Gulu——" The little tiger demon Mingsha swallowed the snake-bodied human head statue into its belly, and finally burped with satisfaction.A vast and powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body, followed by a pressure that frightened even Master Wuchao!

"Oh my god, what kind of monster is this?! A monster that reaches the realm of Taiyi Sanxian right after birth?" Master Wuchao shouted in his heart.

The word "shock" is no longer enough to describe Master Wuchao's mood at this moment.

He had seen such talented monsters since birth, and he had seen a few in his life. One of them was the stone monkey he was born with, Sun Wukong, known as the Monkey King!

Although Master Wuchao can see that the little tiger demon in front of him obviously relied on the treasure of the Minghu clan to reach such a high state at birth, but even so, his own talent is amazing .

"Who are you?" Little Tiger Demon Ming's milky voice sounded.

Master Wuchao came back to his senses, and the stars in his eyes faded away, replaced by a cold and determined killing intent...