Ming Dynasty Emperor System

Xiniu Hezhou, disappearing into nothingness on the blue wave pool.

A dark space-time portal suddenly flashed out of the void, and Zhu Houzhao and his Dao realm clones walked out of it one after another.

The comatose little tiger demon Mingsha was still lying quietly in this void, his body flickering with gray light.

Zhu Houzhao took a deep breath and slowly raised a comfortable smile at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm back, a 500-year retrospective journey, 500 years of grudges."

Nothingness, the noisy wind suddenly danced in this desolate nothingness.

The intersection of time and space ends here. The images and souls of all the various characters who have experienced 500 years of history are connected at this moment. Everything about Zhu Houzhao is also connected at this moment. The Taoist clone disappears and merges with Zhu Houzhao. one.

The aura of the Hunyuan Golden Immortal—the Half-Saint exploded in the field. The agitated energy was reveling in the return of Zhu Houzhao. The restless rules of heaven and earth turned into wisps of black spots, which appeared densely on the surface of Zhu Houzhao's body. Jumping.

"Thank you, little tiger demon... with the blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, I will go to the ultimate place of origin and complete the last part of the plan!"

Zhu Houzhao restrained the powerful pressure of the semi-saint level, crossed the space in one step, and suddenly appeared in front of the little tiger demon Mingsha. His hand brushed his forehead and stirred up the energy of the world.

The misty mist of chaos burst out from his fingertips, turning into a vague gaseous shadow, and slowly integrated into the body of the little tiger demon Mingsha.

If one could look inside the body of the little tiger demon Mingsha, one would be able to see the power of chaos advancing all the way from his sea of ​​consciousness, heading straight towards the location of the soul space. When it finally arrived, a leisurely chirping sound came from sounded inside him.

Zhu Houzhao showed a satisfied expression, retracted his hand, and suddenly cast his gaze towards the distant sky. Above the 36 heavens, in the deepest and deepest mysterious area, it seemed as if there was a pair of deep pupils containing billions of stars, talking to him. Looking at each other silently.

"Just wait, the position of Emperor of Heaven will eventually belong to me, Zhu Houzhao!"

The wanton and free laughter echoed in this void. Zhu Houzhao's breath suddenly disappeared, and only a misty seven-color color was seen passing in the distance, fleeting, as if Zhu Houzhao had never appeared in this world. figure.

Zhu Houzhao left, and the little tiger demon Mingsha woke up.

He opened his eyes suddenly, sat up straight, and looked at the scene around him with a wary expression. What he saw was an indescribable nothingness. Endless loneliness enveloped the surrounding darkness, attacking him all at once. In an instant, Covering his thin body.

The little tiger demon Mingsha couldn't help but shudder, but the scenes that happened in the Minghu Demon Cave 500 years ago reappeared in his mind... It was a hell with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and it was the brutal killing of Shura. field! ! !

The little tiger demon Mingsha felt dizzy for a while. When he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that he was in the middle of a battlefield!

The scarlet blood dyed the Jedi a tragic and burning crimson, and the dense shadows of monster corpses suddenly appeared, surrounding the little tiger monster Mingsha.

The little tiger demon Mingsha's liver and gallbladder were split apart, and dense bloodshot eyes slowly appeared in his eyes.

Suddenly, the corpses around them stood up one after another, their faces were as ferocious and twisted as ghosts, and they opened their mouths, revealing the scarlet and black liquid inside, as if they were sending out a miserable scream at the little tiger demon Mingsha. roared.

"Don't come, don't come!!!"

The little tiger demon Mingsha looked crazy, and suddenly there was a bloody sword in his hand, and he waved out a series of murderous sword rays at the "fierce ghosts" around him. These powerful moves were unique to the Daluo realm. The terrifying pressure!

It turns out that at some point, Little Tiger Demon Mingsha suddenly entered the realm of Daluo Sanxian from the Taiyi realm!

The violent sword light passed by, and the bodies of these "fierce ghosts" were cut in half by the sharp sword energy, and their upper bodies fell to the ground. No blood flowed out from the cut, but instead, wisps of black mist overflowed, and there was a faint trace of mist in the mist. Flashing ferocious face.

Even though they were cut in half and their bodies were split into two, the "fierce ghosts" were still dragging their upper bodies and crawling forward bit by bit with their hands, with gray death energy gushing crazily in their eyes, and their eyes were locked on Xiaohu. Yaomingsha's body moved forward little by little.

In the strange and transformed battlefield, whining winds blew by one after another. The little tiger demon Mingsha shrank his pupils and couldn't help but caressed his face. He felt that everything in front of him was extremely real!

"Why am I here? Am I back? Am I back 500 years ago?" The little tiger demon Mingsha's eyes widened, and the expression on his face seemed a little dull.

Suddenly, a gray light flashed in the battlefield, and the little tiger demon Mingsha felt his eyes were stabbed by the gray light, and closed his eyes subconsciously.

"My son...my son, save me..."

An extremely familiar voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the little tiger demon Mingsha. He suddenly opened his eyes. The scene in front of him made him grin involuntarily, and he fell to his knees.

"Father!!!" the little tiger demon Mingsha called out heartbreakingly.

The "fierce ghosts" surrounding him had disappeared, and not far in front of him, the headless corpse of his father, Hu Zun Mingdu, was penetrated by two sharp spears from the soles of his feet. Hanging upside down in mid-air, everything seemed so miserable.

Everything, the beginning of hatred seems to have returned to the starting point, that day 500 years ago!

The bloody battle robe hanging on the back of Tiger Lord Mingdu was flying wildly under the whimpering wind. Through the gaps in the cloak from time to time, the little tiger demon Mingsha saw a person who could never be forgotten, a person who was branded deep in his soul and filled with hatred. Bone-crushing person!

The figure of Master Wuchao, whose face was obscured by the energy of chaos, was revealed in the gap in his sight when his cloak was raised.

"You can't save him, hahaha——"

Amid Master Wuchao's wild laughter, Hu Zun Mingdu's headless corpse suddenly exploded and instantly turned into a mass of blood mist. The splattered blood dyed the empty battlefield into hell.

"Do not!!!"

The little tiger demon's eyes were about to burst, and he rushed forward and pounced on Master Wuchao, but when he was about to touch him, Master Wuchao suddenly disappeared. What he passed through was the air and a shadow.

Tick-tock-tick-a bloody rain fell in the sky.

Master Wuchao disappeared, the battlefield disappeared, everything disappeared.

The little tiger demon Mingsha was lying in nothingness, with an extra head in his arms, and from the corner of his eye, a drop of blood-colored tear slowly slid down, falling into the shrill sound of the wind, causing a circle of invisible ripples.

Ripples rippled through his heart, as if a will called hatred was rising again...