Ming Dynasty Emperor System

The sword light cut by the three-pointed two-edged sword carried unstoppable power, tearing apart the space barrier of the second palace of hell, creating a space crack as long as three hundred feet wide, and finally a It flashed past, splitting the billions of stars and the great net into two!

"Well done!" Master Wuchao shouted excitedly.

Yang Jian raised his head proudly. Although he didn't know why Master Wuchao asked him to chop that thing, after hearing the words of praise, he still put on a majestic look and held a sword in his hand. He showed an expression of "I'm so handsome".

The miniatures of billions of stars that were originally flying at extremely high speeds were split into two by the three-pointed two-edged knife. At the same time, the compass was also bombarded by a strong energy invisibly, and finally With a "pop" sound, it actually shattered into thousands of pieces.

The wind roared, and the miniatures of billions of stars, the great net that covered the sky and the sun, and the damaged compass that shattered into thousands of pieces, turned into little bits of spiritual light and disappeared with the wind.

Like dust rising all over the sky, the entire skyline of the Second Palace was obscured, making it difficult to see the scene inside. When these obstructions dispersed with the wind, Yang Jian's dull face was revealed. come out.

After a while, Yang Jian recovered from the shock. At the same time, he came back to his senses. His expression changed, he rushed in front of Master Wuchao, grabbed his collar tightly, and roared angrily:

"Are you fucking sick? You asked me to cut down that thing and destroy the compass. Now how do we deduce the array diagram? How do we get to the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Realms through the teleportation array? Does the teleportation array need to be opened with your head? Huh?! Are you fucking off?"

Master Wuchao was treated so roughly, but he didn't show the slightest anger on his face. He slowly raised an intriguing smile at the corner of his mouth, staring blankly into Yang Jian's eyes, the look of energy blooming from his eyes. , as bright as a lighthouse.

"You're still laughing, you're still fucking laughing? Grandma, after all this hard work, I thought it could be solved quickly, but in the end, I had to follow you, and spent more than half a year on my way using mana escape skills. Rush to that place to find Zhu Houzhao! Alas!"

After Yang Jian vented his anger, he loosened his grip on Master Wuchao's collar, walked aside with a three-pointed two-edged knife, and felt sad with pain in his balls.

"Hey, don't you want to hear my explanation?" Master Wuchao shouted abruptly.

Yang Jian didn't even turn around and said angrily:

"Listen to your explanation? What a stupid explanation! The compass has turned into a ball of fucking gray. There is no chance of using the teleportation array to go to the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Realms. Let me slow down, and then I will talk to you who succeeds but fails. Use your magic power to get on your way!"

Master Wuchao opposite shook his head and smiled bitterly, "The compass has turned gray, but that doesn't mean we can't use the teleportation array to go to the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Realms."

"What do you mean?" Yang Jian turned around and asked suspiciously.

Master Wuchao didn't speak, but instead showed an ambiguous smile, and slowly and mysteriously put his hand into his arms, as if he was groping for something.

Yang Jian was attracted by Master Wuchao's actions. All his attention was focused on the arm that Master Wuchao reached into his arms. He thought to himself: Could this old guy have something hidden?

Master Wuchao's hand suddenly stopped, as if he had grabbed something, and began to slowly pull his hand out of his arms, bit by bit... Yang Jian looked nervous and swallowed subconsciously, "Could it be that ...Is there really still hope?!"

Half of the arm was exposed... then the back of the hand... then the fingers...

Master Wuchao seemed to have understood Yang Jian's character and deliberately whetted his appetite. He took his hand out of his arms bit by bit with extremely slow and ritualistic movements.

At the moment when the middle part of the five fingers was exposed, Master Wuchao twitched violently. Yang Jian's interest was aroused to the key point. His anticipation had reached its peak. The whole hand was exposed. When he looked closely, he saw At this moment I saw the empty palms!

Even a god like Yang Jian, who is known for his majesty, couldn't help but utter a classic and yet characteristic curse word at the moment when all his expectations failed, "Fuck!"

The whistling wind suddenly sounded in Master Wuchao's ears. He felt his eyes dazzled. Yang Jian had disappeared from his sight. When he reappeared, Master Wuchao felt that Yang Jian was behind him.

The angry voice mixed with a bit of frustration suddenly came from behind Master Wuchao, "Wuchao, you are a retard!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the tip of a knife with a sharp cold light had already passed through the barrier of space, poked out from the void, and suddenly passed over Master Wuchao's head, cutting off several black and white hair. , "Holy crap, I was just joking, Yang Jian, are you serious?"

Master Wuchao's heart skipped a beat, and the chill went all the way down from the top of his head and penetrated into the soles of his feet in an instant. His body suddenly dwarfed, his hands brought out an afterimage, and his mouth opened and closed like a machine gun. In an instant, The spell casting was completed.

Poof - as if something had leaked air, Master Wuchao's figure suddenly flashed, leaving a wooden puppet on the spot, and he himself teleported to a high altitude a mile away, still wearing a mask on his face. With a look of fear.

Before Master Wuchao could catch his breath, Yang Jian suddenly disappeared in his original place. The energy aura in the second palace of hell became violent, and the air was filled with an extremely dangerous smell.

Swish - it seemed like a strong gust of wind blew by.

Master Wuchao shuddered. This time, what appeared above his head was no longer the sharp and cold blade, but a flawless sword, releasing a cold aura that destroyed everything. In an instant, It scratched the skin on his face.

"You hide, if I don't cut your mouth open today, I'll read my name, Yang Jian, backwards!!!"

An angry roar exploded in the field, and the Immortal Sword was seen carrying earth-shattering power, cutting through a graceful curve, and slashing hard towards Master Wuchao's face that was shrouded in mist.

"Wait a minute!" Master Wuchao suddenly exclaimed.

"I'm waiting for your mother!"

The power of the Immortal-Slaying Sword continued unabated. During the slashing process, the perfect trajectory it drew not only tore apart the space, but also shattered the entire structure of the second palace realm. The violent and surging immortal power was mixed with the vast aura. , wreaking havoc in this space.

Master Wuchao felt Yang Jian's murderous intention and did not dare to play any more. He immediately formed a shadow in his hand, raised it high above his head, and shouted loudly:

"Stop! Look!"