Ming Dynasty Emperor System

Patriarch Bodhi couldn't figure it out, but then Zhu Houzhao gave him the answer.

"When the pure power reaches its extreme, I can shatter the void, annihilate the three realms, and even... stop the world." Zhu Houzhao gently patted the shoulder of Patriarch Bodhi, with a pair of black eyes in his eyes that were plain and strange, and smiled. road:

"It's a pity. I was still one step away from reaching this level, but something went wrong in the secret realm of heaven that you and I are responsible for. I had to rush over to deal with these troubles."

After saying this, Zhu Houzhao looked up to the sky, suddenly raised his hand, and punched into the air.

"Pap." The familiar crisp sound sounded again.

Nothing seems to have changed, but time that was stopped has resumed its flow.

Ancestor Bodhi stumbled and almost fell to the ground. He turned around and was about to launch a counterattack instinctively, but his body shook violently.

His expression gradually became horrified, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

A pair of pupils filled with two-color light were constantly shrinking at this moment.

"The mark of heaven... was broken?!"

Zhu Houzhao looked at Patriarch Bodhi, smiled and nodded.

"One force can defeat ten societies. Although the mark of heaven is sinister and weird, it is nothing in front of me. I used my force to shatter the order of time and space within a radius of one hundred feet in order to find the place where it is hidden - you The sea of ​​consciousness.”

Patriarch Bodhi was silent and looked back at the three hundred Shintoists who were guarding the entrance of the Cliff Tower in shock.

"Do you want to enter the tower?" Zhu Houzhao asked.

"Of course." Patriarch Bodhi replied, "Are you going too?"

Zhu Houzhao shook his head.

"My clone found a great person on the second floor of the Cliff Tower. With him and you, it is enough to break through the Cliff Tower and enter the real cliff. If I go, there is actually no need."

"Could the twelve drops of blood essence behind you belong to the ancestral witch clan..."

"Yes."

"I understand." Ancestor Bodhi nodded and was about to turn around, but suddenly paused again, looking slightly embarrassed. After thinking for a while, he said with some hesitation:

"The situation with my disciple Yang Jian is unclear. If you are free, please go and investigate. After all, he... is also your subordinate."

Hearing this, Zhu Houzhao shook his head and said:

"Yang Jian is in another holy land in Zuyuan. It is disturbed by the order of heaven and I cannot go there. This calamity still depends on his own destiny."

"Is that so..." Ancestor Bodhi sighed softly, "That's it, let's say goodbye. I wish you good luck there."

"I also hope there won't be any more troubles with you."

"clear."

After saying this, Patriarch Bodhi no longer hesitated and turned around and walked towards the Cliff Tower.

The three hundred Shintoists guarding the entrance all took a step back. What's more, they secretly made a magic formula in their hands.

Ancestor Bodhi walked with an expressionless face, as if the enemy in front of him was just a piece of smoke that would disappear in a flash.

"The Holy Flame of Heaven burns the heart for nine days." A cold and stern voice sounded like ten thousand years of ice.

Patriarch Bodhi waved his hand and struck out the nine-colored flames. When he took off his hand, he was able to catch the wind and turn into blazing heavenly fire towards the three hundred Shintoists.

The fire filled the sky, burning the clouds into a bright red, like an passionate woman stirred by passion.

With their backs against the towering cliff tower, the Shintoists shouted angrily in the midst of the flames, set off in unison, and flew into the sea of ​​fire without hesitation.

Time was silent, and Zhu Houzhao left here quietly without knowing when he got up.

The flames burned all the trees and weeds that had grown on this land for countless years to ashes.

At first, after the three hundred Shintoists rushed into the sea of ​​fire, many noisy and shrill screams could be heard.

But in the end, when the fire filled the sky and the flying clouds turned into nothingness, no other sound could be heard except the crackling sound of burning.

Ancestor Bodhi stood there for a long time, looking at the top of the cliff tower without saying a word.

A two-color light flickered faintly around him, and his eyes were blurred, as if he was thinking about something.

"A blessing in disguise, but why, I can't be happy."

Mr. Bodhi frowned, and there was always an ominous premonition lingering in his heart.

Deep in his soul, there seemed to be a voice constantly warning him - "Don't go in, don't go in!"

That feeling was very strange, like being familiar after countless years and countless time and space. In his subconscious, he seemed to be very afraid of some kind of power, or... someone!

The mark of heaven was completely dissipated. In the face of Zhu Houzhao's terrifying and pure power, everything seemed so fragile and vulnerable.

Countless secret skills of the Way of Heaven, the majestic insights of the Way of Heaven, and the understanding of the Way by monks from all over the world, all turned into the nourishment that helped Patriarch Bodhi become a saint after this disaster.

He's only half a step away from returning to the top!

Zhu Houzhao's power shocked him, but it also stimulated his competitive spirit.

They are both half-saints, why is there such a big gap?

Perhaps it is due to a lack of ability, but this is by no means the main reason.

From Zhu Houzhao's words, he got a lot of information.

It is not difficult to find that Zhu Houzhao has abandoned all external objects and turned to the physical body and pure power.

The Tao realm clone follows the mainstream rhythm of this world, is based on Taoism, and relies on the original "Tao" power to explore a path that has great hope of becoming a saint.

The more Patriarch Bodhi thought about the mystery and compared the difference between Zhu Houzhao and the Taoist clone, the more frightened he became.

In his mind, he thought of a possibility, a method that could 100% make him a saint.

But that method was so unbelievable that even he, who had experienced countless things, couldn't believe how Zhu Houzhao could complete that method alone.

Thoughts were swirling, and the figure of Yang Jian appeared in Patriarch Bodhi's mind again, and he couldn't help but sigh again.

Looking up, the firelight was still scorching my eyes.

Patriarch Bodhi rubbed his eyebrows and walked step by step into the sea of ​​fire.

Every time he took a step, a wisp of solid flame would fly out of the sea of ​​fire and hover in the palm of his hand.

By the time Patriarch Bodhi arrived at the entrance of the Cliff Tower, the sea of ​​fire had disappeared without a trace. Along with it, there were also the three hundred Shintos who had been guarding the entrance of the Cliff Tower.

They died, their hearts burned by the fire, their deaths were silent and worthless.

The nine-color flame in the hand of Patriarch Bodhi returned to its place again, and he took it into his body with a casual gesture.

Looking at the door in front of him, Patriarch Bodhi narrowed his eyes.

He forced himself to get rid of distracting thoughts and ignored the warning that sounded deep in his soul. He took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and was immersed in a blur of light.