Ming Dynasty Emperor System

"Give me -" Yang Jian suddenly raised his head, looked up to the sky and roared: "Explode!!!"

In an instant, the three-pointed two-edged sword high in the sky, the scorching golden light on the blade bloomed to the extreme, and the trembling frequency set off a series of afterimages. The mantra and the magic weapon's own weapon spirit were all in an uncontrollable state. , suddenly shattered into thousands of spiritual lights.

Dots of spiritual light surged in all directions, the trembling frequency of the three-pointed two-edged sword reached the extreme, and a harsh sonic boom suddenly sounded in the field.

The next moment, a bright light suddenly appeared in the pupils of Yang Jian and Master Wuchao. It continued to expand and the light was piercing.High in the sky, the three-pointed two-edged sword had disintegrated, and everything contained within it had finally turned into majestic and surging energy.

Violent - only the word violent can describe those bursts of energy fluctuations!

Poof - it sounded like a small blister bursting.

In the Temple of Heaven, the scorching golden light instantly swept across the entire place. Every dark corner could not escape the pursuit of the golden light. The chaotic immortal essence and uncontrolled violent energy emerged from the high altitude where the three-pointed two-edged sword was. It exploded brazenly!

With the most dazzling light group as the center, invisible ripples rippled out, as if a thunder flashed across the sea. Under the rolling thunder, the violent energy was destroying the Tiandao Palace unbridled.

Everything that appeared in front of him, whether living or dead, was enveloped by the violent energy generated by the self-destruction of the three-pointed two-edged sword.

Even the Dao realm clone who was concentrating on dealing with the attack from the bloody altar suddenly turned his head away and frowned.

At the same time, the arrow had already landed on the whisk of Ancestor Bodhi. Finally, they merged into one, comparable to a demi-saint... No, they had simply reached the peak of demi-gods like Yuanshi Tianzun. The terrifying aura has spread out from the fly whisk bow.

Ancestor Bodhi's knees were slightly bent, his left hand was holding the sacred wooden handle of the fly whisk, and his right hand was holding the pekoe, and the arrow was automatically placed on the pekoe.

Bend down, straighten up, lean back, open your right hand to an exaggerated angle, all movements are done in one go.

The arrow is on the string, aiming at the bloody whirlpool, it is necessary to shoot now!

At the same time, the frequency of waving the huge sword suddenly became crazy. Even the Taoist clone was shocked, and the movements of his hands were slightly delayed. The huge sword seized the critical moment when the Taoist clone had exhausted its power and broke through. And out.

Phew—an unspeakable powerful storm blew up in the Temple of Heaven!

Even the surging energy generated by the self-destruction of the three-pointed two-edged sword was torn apart by the storm. The space where the Bodhi Patriarch and the Taoist clone were were literally torn apart by the storm. A vacuum zone appeared in the thousand-space crack!

Looking closely, the giant sword turned into thunder, flickered, and penetrated the obstacles in the space. With a shocking blow, it blasted towards Patriarch Bodhi with unparalleled and terrifying power!

"Smelly old Taoist!" The Taoist clone roared angrily.

"Snapped!"

Ancestor Bodhi let go of his hand expressionlessly. The fly whisk that turned into a bow in his hand shattered instantly when the arrow flew out. The fragments and messy white hairs scattered in the sky, flying all over the sky. It's like the moment of brilliant fireworks blooming.

Under such a wonderful scene, the hidden crisis is that arrow that is so fast that it can barely catch a shadow!

"Alas -" a long sigh sounded from the endless depths of the blood-colored altar, and seemed to come from within. This sound was vast and desolate, like a dead soul who had been tortured for countless years, uttered after all the pain. The cry of relief.

Time seemed to suddenly freeze at this moment.

On the periphery, Yang Jian and Master Wuchao lay dying on the ground. Many of the blood energy that originally existed in the surroundings had disappeared. The vertical and horizontal wounds on their bodies bore witness to this tragic battle.

They used the powerful power of the self-destruction of the three-pointed two-edged sword to completely annihilate the existence of blood and energy, and finally survived.But at the same time, as the price for rashly detonating the magic weapon, the aftermath of the violent energy, which was uncontrolled and did not distinguish between friend and foe, also seriously injured them.

Moving his gaze forward, he saw that it was the Blood Altar and the core of the entire Tiandao Palace. It was also the key battlefield that determined everyone's lives.

The huge sword came to the head of Patriarch Bodhi amid lightning and thunder. At this moment, it was only half an inch away from him. The cold sword energy coming from the tip of the sword had even torn Patriarch Bodhi's scalp!

But the expression on the face of Patriarch Bodhi was neither sad nor happy, and there was no wave caused by the coming of death or the touch of the God of Death.

Could it be that this is the legendary realm of life and death?

No, of course not.

The moment Patriarch Bodhi made up his mind to ignore the attack of the giant sword, let go of his hand and let go of the arrow, he felt confident.

He firmly believed that he would not die.

Because there is a Dao Realm clone. To be precise, it should be the Dao Realm clone controlled by Zhu Houzhao's true body!

Looking upward, the billions of stars in the eyes of the Dao Realm clone bloomed with colorful colors at this moment. There was no death or rebirth. Some were just sudden sounds in the fantasy universe in his eyes. Yes, the continuous sound of Dao Ming.

A strange scene appeared.

In the Temple of Heavenly Dao, Yang Jian, Master Wuchao, and even Patriarch Bodhi all remained still with the frozen time, but the Dao realm clone was not affected at all. Compared with the other three, his movements were almost normal. It couldn't be normal anymore.

His figure gradually shrank, and he instantly transformed from a giant standing tall on the sky back to his original form.

He walked past the edge of the bloody altar, lifted up the seriously injured Yang Jian and Master Wuchao, took out two talismans, and put them on their foreheads. Then, he turned back to the center and came to Bodhi. In front of the ancestor.

Among that expressionless face, the only thing special was Patriarch Bodhi's eyes.

How should I describe those eyes... They were like a ball of flame in an iceberg, and looked very abrupt overall.

Is it confidence?No, it is a kind of certainty about things, a firm belief, and a manifestation of knowing everything clearly.

The Taoist clone raised his hand and then took it back. Apparently, he suppressed his desire to slap Patriarch Bodhi in his heart, and finally sighed softly and murmured:

"Old Master, you are just right and I will save you, right? Damn it, come here safely, how can these things happen? For the pleasure of your temptation, I wasted my precious ability to reverse time and space!"