Ming Dynasty Emperor System

"Damn it!" It was too late for Yang Jian to try to cast the spell again. He grabbed Master Wuchao by the shoulders and threw him behind him. At the same time, he yelled heartbreakingly: "Get the fuck behind me!" Go cast a spell, I can hold on for a while!”

Master Wuchao looked horrified. He obviously did not expect that at this critical moment of life and death, Yang Jian was willing to use his body to block the impact and buy time. Although he was shocked and moved in his heart, he did not dare to neglect it. He sealed the seal in his hand with all his strength. Switching, trying to cast a spell.

It's all a long story, but it all happened in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, the bloody runes splashing all over the sky hit Yang Jian's body. At this moment, Master Wuchao had not yet completed the powerful spell. Yang Jian, at the critical moment, inspired a golden body-protecting golden light. He wanted to Hold on for a while.

As long as he holds on for even one breath, Master Wuchao behind him can finish casting the spell and blast out the powerful spell, delaying the impact of the bloody rune.

But what they didn't expect was that the blood runes were so weird and powerful that the protective golden light outside Yang Jian's body, which could block Daluo Jinxian's attack, actually shattered under the impact of the blood runes and turned into stars. The little fairy light dispersed.

"Yang Jian!!!" Master Wuchao roared with splitting eyes. The powerful spell with the lotus in his hand was blasted out, but it was still a moment late. The dense blood-colored runes had engulfed Yang Jian, and then His majestic and burly figure was missing.

The next moment, the spell blooming with gray divine light came into contact with the blood-colored runes. Centered on the contact point, the gorgeous blood light and gray light intertwined and exploded instantly. The bright and dazzling light illuminated the entire Tiandao Palace, even the blood-colored altar. The surface is covered with a layer of brilliance.

Phew—a sound that sounded like something moving at high speed.

Looking closely, it was the blood-colored runes rushing out of the gray divine light, tearing apart the powerful spell cast by Master Wuchao with all his strength, and rushing towards Master Wuchao with terrifying power.

"It's over..."

Master Wuchao watched the dense blood runes pouring in, but he was so incompetent that he had no capital to resist. The next moment, tens of thousands of blood runes swarmed in. His fate was the same as that of Yang Jian, quietly. The sound was swallowed up.

Like an insignificant stone thrown into the sea, it didn't even make a splash, then it sank into the sea and disappeared without a trace.

Where Yang Jian and Master Wuchao were originally located, under the impact of the blood runes, a storm suddenly set off. The dense blood shattered and turned into wisps of blood mist. Cover, obscure vision.

The strange thing is that neither the Taoist clone nor the Bodhi ancestor has the slightest desire to turn their heads and focus on this. They are just concentrating on dealing with the various strange methods of the bloody altar, as if they have abandoned Yang Jian and Wuchao. Like a master.

After a long time, the strong wind blew up, and the blood mist in the sky suddenly dispersed. The figures of Yang Jian and Master Wuchao were slowly revealed. However, they were unscathed at the moment, but they all had confused and surprised expressions. , froze in place, at a loss.

"I...I'm not dead?!" Master Wuchao exclaimed exaggeratedly.

Yang Jian came back from his daze, his eyes flashing with complicated expressions, as if he had noticed something.

He first looked down at his body with a very strange expression, then turned to look at Master Wuchao, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at his chest.

Master Wuchao was stunned for a moment, then looked down, only to find that his whole body was covered with a layer of vague mist of chaos, with seven-colored brilliance faintly flowing on it. It was this layer of protection that pulled them away from the gate of hell. He came back and was not killed by the impact of the blood runes.

At this time, the extremely cold voice of the Taoist clone also sounded in the ears of Yang Jian and Master Wuchao at the right time:

"Why are you making such a fuss? Didn't we add protection to you before to stop the three-color aura released by Ancestor Bodhi at that time? With it, you don't have to worry about being annihilated by the aftermath. Try to be quiet. , don’t cause trouble for me!”

As soon as these words came out, a trace of embarrassment appeared on the faces of Yang Jian and Master Wuchao at the same time. Yang Jian was even more exaggerated. He lowered his head in shame and muttered something in a low voice.

"Huh - it turned out to be a false alarm!" Master Wuchao was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry. He rolled his eyes, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly approached Yang Jian and said in a joking tone:

"Were you scared just now? Although we were stupid, we didn't expect that in this real life-and-death situation, you would actually be willing to use your body to block the 'knife' for me... It seems that you finally recognized me and took me As partners, right?"

Yang Jian raised his head, and the embarrassment that appeared on his face before was now gone. He glanced at Master Wuchao coldly, and scolded:

"You're so self-indulgent. Stop putting yourself in such a bad position. At that critical moment, you're almost stupid. If I don't save you, who will be responsible for casting spells to block spells? The only thing I can do is buy you time. , there is a glimmer of hope! I am just thinking about the overall situation."

"Hehe, you just have a tough talk. Don't you see? My moves can't stop those ghosts. Without the protection set up by adults, no matter what we do, we can't withstand such a powerful impact. The only outcome is death."

Master Wuchao raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth. The expression on his face and the look in his eyes became much more sincere at this moment. He patted Yang Jian on the shoulder, paused for a long time, and then said He held back a rare and heartfelt sentence:

"Thank you."

Yang Jian's expression was as usual, and he looked at Master Wuchao for a while, then waved his hand coolly and turned his head coolly. Master Wuchao's smile became even brighter and he stopped talking. The two of them remained silent in tacit understanding and continued to watch. Every move of the realm clone and Bodhi Patriarch.

At this moment, the situation in the field has become increasingly tense.

After the bloody runes fell off the surface of the bloody altar, the huge sword hanging upside down on the dome of the bloody altar flew out at some unknown time, like a flying sword controlled by someone, shuttled up and down, and kept moving. Launch an attack on the Dao realm clone.

The Taoist clone was blessed by the power of chaos, and wisps of chaotic mist enveloped the surface of the physical body. He held a shield in one hand and wielded a long sword in the other. Even though the power of the huge sword was shocking, the Taoist clone was still able to defend it airtight.

The huge sword cannot find any loopholes, but the Bodhi Patriarch below is very comfortable...