Ming Dynasty Emperor System

Yang Jian talked a lot in succession, as if he was telling the story of his life. Little Tiger Demon Mingsha kept listening, but he felt a resonance, as if the man in front of him had the same helplessness and the same hatred as himself.

But he couldn't show it. The massacre that took place in the Minghu Demon Cave 500 years ago taught the little tiger demon Mingsha a principle: never be affected by foreign objects, never let the enemy's words change his current situation. will.

Therefore, he suppressed the inexplicable restlessness in his heart, tightly grasped the handle of the tiger-head sword, and pushed forward one more minute. After feeling the feeling of the tip of the knife penetrating into his bones, the bloodthirsty murderous intention in the little tiger demon Mingsha's bones burst out. Coming forward, he said disdainfully:

"I don't have time to listen to your long talk here, and I'm not in the mood to learn about your past. I just want your true answer. Does the man named Zhu Houzhao possess something similar to the energy of chaos? Isn't it right! "

Dazzling golden blood trickled out from the wound on Yang Jian's back. The cold blade touched his skin, and the chill penetrated into his bones like waves rushing ashore. At this moment of almost life and death, he was Suddenly he laughed out loud.

When the little tiger demon Mingsha saw this, his face turned cold. The anger in his heart was mixed with the hatred in his memory. At this moment, it was constantly attacking his brain. This overwhelming hatred wanted to overwhelm his consciousness. He bit hard. Lowering the tip of his tongue, he regained consciousness slightly from the severe pain.

"Three...Three-eyed monster, don't challenge my patience. Do you really think I dare not kill you? I'll count three. If you don't give me an answer after counting three, then this knife will stab you in the back of your heart." , instill my demonic power into it, crush your soul, and you will die then!"

The little tiger demon Mingsha finished speaking word by word, and when he opened his mouth, he shouted out the first number:

"three."

Of course, Yang Jian heard it clearly. His originally weak chuckle was full of energy at this moment. There was a trace of disdain in the laughter, and there was also an inexplicable complex emotion in the laughter.

The little tiger demon Mingsha looks as usual. In fact, the various uncontrollable forces in his body are about to overwhelm his consciousness. Soon, he will be dominated by the hatred and anger in his heart, and everything he does will be beyond his control. control.

He tried hard to suppress the murderous intention that surged out, and continued to count:

"two."

At this moment, Yang Jian's laughter was getting louder and louder, reverberating wantonly in this empty space, lasting for a long time. When the little tiger demon Mingsha was about to say the last number, the laughter also penetrated the sky and reached directly Above the sky, it caused the gods and demons to be surprised and suspicious.

"one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, hatred and anger had fully occupied the mind of the little tiger demon Mingsha, and his consciousness was drowned by a blood-red murderous intention. After a roar, he fiercely thrust his hand forward and held it. The tiger-headed sword in his hand also stabbed into the back of his heart.

Violent demonic power continued to gush out from the body of the little tiger demon Mingsha, and together with the power of blood mixed with many characteristics, it poured into the tiger-headed sword. The burning blood and dazzling purple light on the blade continued to flash.

Large areas of golden blood spurted out from the wound on Yang Jian's back, and Yang Jian himself went limp, as if he had lost his strength. As the little tiger demon Mingsha raised his hands upward, his feet were also touched by the tiger. The sword was lifted off the ground.

"Death! Damn! All living beings deserve to die! Gods, demons, demons and Buddhas, I want you to be wiped out by my sword!!!" The little tiger demon let out a heart-rending, maddening roar.

But now that Yang Jian was penetrated by the tiger-headed sword in the back of his heart, and the tip of the knife protruded from his mouth, his expression was extremely strange, and the curve of the corner of his mouth seemed to be... He seemed to be laughing wildly!

"I originally thought that Sun Wukong and I were the most pitiful people in this world, but today I saw our kind."

Yang Jian's hoarse voice suddenly rang in the ears of the little tiger demon Mingsha. The latter was shocked, and his consciousness temporarily returned to normal. The blood in his eyes faded, revealing a clear light. He took off the blade and turned it, revealing Yang Jian's true identity. Allow.

The tip of the knife that shone with cold light was still inserted into Yang Jian's mouth. His eyes had lost their color, but a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Looking at this state, he should obviously He should be dead, why would he still...

"Little tiger demon, little tiger demon, in fact, you are just like us, you are involuntarily led by the so-called thread of fate, and all the actions you make are against your own conscience. Admit it, we, They are all wandering souls in this lonely world!"

Before the little tiger demon Mingsha could figure it out, Yang Jian's voice sounded in his ears again. This time it was clearer. The whisper like the whisper of the soul echoed in this void space. The little tiger demon Mingsha saw with his own eyes, Yang Jian's mouth Didn't move.

So where did his voice come from? !

It was chilling. The little tiger demon Mingsha couldn't help but shudder. He pulled out the tiger-headed sword, and Yang Jian's body fell straight to the ground like a spoiled puppet. His posture was even worse. It's like a puddle of mud, with no rules.

The little tiger demon Mingsha held the tiger-headed sword in front of him, stared at Yang Jian's weird body, and roared angrily:

"Three-eyed monster! Don't pretend to be a ghost for me! If you have the guts, come out and fight me openly. Life or death is up to you!"

The killing sound of the little tiger demon was as loud as a bell, echoing in this empty space, mixed with Yang Jian's whispers that had not dispersed, and actually established some strange connection in the unknown!

The two voices were mixed together, but they were faintly combined into one sentence:

"Life and death are not determined by heaven."

"My fate should be decided by me!"

Threads of chaotic mist suddenly escaped from the end of this void space, and quietly wrapped up the little tiger demon Mingsha. After feeling this familiar breath of chaos, the eyes of the little tiger demon Mingsha were suddenly filled with tears. Covered in blood.

The overwhelming hatred and anger completely swallowed up the last trace of his clear will. With a long and shrill roar, the little tiger demon Mingsha suddenly disappeared into the package of chaotic mist. When he reappeared, he had already arrived. The end of empty space.

"Damn pig! Give me your life!" This roar, carrying the hatred that had been endured for 500 years, finally exploded in this world at the end of 500 years.

The tiger-headed sword passed through a tragic arc, as if it hit a figure hidden in the dark between the interlacing energies...