Ming Dynasty Emperor System

On the third floor of the Cliff Tower, there are stairs winding down from the sky. This is the entrance to the fourth floor of the Cliff Tower.

Patriarch Bodhi stayed here for two full days.

Next to him lay the body of Lord Chi.

The mirage-like shadow of the palace has now been annihilated into nothingness. Buried deep in the ground, the heart of Lord Chi has been burned to death by Patriarch Bodhi.

I have to say that the Holy Flame of Heavenly Dao is really suitable for dealing with this kind of thing.

The heart-burning power of the Nine Suns destroyed Master Chi's control in an instant.

He died. After explaining everything, he lay in the desert forever with an expression of extreme shock.

Patriarch Bodhi is thinking.

Lord Chi didn't recognize him, but he smelled his scent, which was the scent of an apostate.

Even though he had lived in this holy land of heaven for countless years, the Red Lord still remembered the smell.

Bodhisattva, that deviant man, did not die in an infinite calamity, but was reborn in the second generation with his sealed soul.

When Lord Chi realized this, Patriarch Bodhi had already pulled him out of his lair.

After some extremely cruel torture, Lord Chi revealed everything he knew.

This scene is very similar to that night countless years ago.

Once upon a time, Chi Zunzi would rather die than surrender in this familiar smell, and was lucky enough to be pardoned in the end.

It's a pity that today, two generations have passed and countless years have been wasted.

He lost his spirit and his indomitable belief, so he could no longer survive by chance.

"Congratulations, you no longer have to live in confusion, no longer have to be controlled by heaven, and be a soulless slave. You don't need to thank me. These are all what I should do." Ancestor Bodhi said.

The moment the words fell, Patriarch Bodhi killed Lord Chi.

In a sense, Patriarch Bodhi gave Lord Chi eternal freedom.

He is relieved.

But Patriarch Bodhi is still behind bars.

"Little Valkyrie... alas!"

This was the first time that Patriarch Bodhi felt that he would be extremely entangled because of one person.

He was afraid of meeting the Little Martial God, and was afraid of thinking of the end of the Ten Thousand Heavens Luo Domain.

He was afraid of being forced to tell the truth, which would cause the supreme calamity to happen again.

Extending from the first generation to the second generation, everything about him was destroyed again.

But he understood that no matter how he escaped, he had to face what he had to face.

As generations go by, his current achievements have not come easily.

A person with no talent, or a nine-step saint, he will be here soon.

With only one step left, he could cross the barrier between two generations and break the destiny given to him by heaven.

Follow the way of the sage who created the world, and thus achieve eternity.

The appearance of Xiao Wushen disrupted everything.

Ancestor Bodhi even once wondered why the little Martial God appeared on the second floor of the Cliff Tower?Why did he join Zhu Houzhao's camp?

Could it be that all this was arranged by Zhu Houzhao? !

If this is really the case, in this generation, Patriarch Bodhi has been pursuing the position of a saint for countless years, and he is afraid that there will be no hope forever.

Who can compete with Zhu Houzhao?Didn’t Yuanshi Tianzun suffer from him as well?

Patriarch Bodhi felt bitter in his heart.

Achieving enlightenment is his biggest dream.

Now he was lingering at the entrance, not daring to explore upwards, and he felt aggrieved.

From the moment you enter the cliff tower, the first floor to the second floor and the second floor to the third floor are all unobstructed.

He also accidentally bumped into an acquaintance, Chi Zunzhao, and got information about the three Taoist clones.

After waiting for two days, he didn't know how to face it.

Time passed bit by bit, and another three days passed, and Patriarch Bodhi was still on the verge of hesitation.

Just when he was clearing his thoughts, secretly encouraging himself, and getting ready to go up.

Finally, someone came in advance to help him solve his problems.

Xiao Wushen couldn't stand the boring waiting, and was also affected by the inexplicable escape emotion in his heart caused by Ancestor Bodhi.

He greeted the Dao Realm clone and set off on the fifth day, leaving the fourth floor.

Walking down the stairs, he wanted to find the whereabouts of Patriarch Bodhi.

It was such a coincidence that the two met halfway up the stairs.

The two people, who had their own concerns but decided to face each other, met each other's eyes by chance.

Awkward, silent, not knowing what to say.

The two of them had prepared a set of words and sorted out their thoughts secretly in their hearts, but at this moment they maintained an awkward silence in perfect agreement.

The wind and sand filled the sky.

The glowing sand grains flew freely, staining their robes.

The howling wind came in gusts, ruffling their long hair.

But they didn't realize it, or their attention was completely attracted by other things, and they had no time to care about these small details.

In the end, it was Xiao Wushen who spoke first.

He stared blankly at the face of Patriarch Bodhi, with a pair of familiar eyes hanging on that unfamiliar face.

That's right, he couldn't mistake it, it was the look in the eyes of the apostate Bodhizi.

He is obviously full of ambition, but he still wants to be independent from the world.

Contradictory and complicated, it is exactly the same as the apostate method he practiced.

"Is...is it you?" Xiao Wushen said tremblingly.

When Patriarch Bodhi heard this, he couldn't help but trembled all over.

For a moment, countless words of defense and denial flashed through his mind, but in the end, they all disappeared with his long breath.

"Yes." Patriarch Bodhi sighed, "Long time no see, little Martial God."

"You too, Bodhisattva." Xiao Wushen's eyes flickered, "Or should I call you...Bodhi Patriarch?"

Patriarch Bodhi was silent.

Many questions lingering in Xiao Wushen's heart surged up at this moment, like sharp swords, stuck in his throat, preventing him from spitting out.

But he still forced himself to calm down, and after sorting out his thoughts, he carefully said the first question:

"Did anyone else survive besides you?"

Patriarch Bodhi shook his head, "No one survived except me. After the final battle of rebellion, I witnessed the destruction of Ten Thousand Heavens Luo Realm as my soul. Wherever I went during the infinite calamity, everything turned into nothingness. , everything has returned to ruins.”

Xiao Wushen felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, like being pricked repeatedly by a sharp needle. A strong sense of loss, wrapped in regret, came to his mind.

He pressed it down forcefully and then asked:

"Then how did you survive?"

"Yunmeng Wuhen set up a trap." Ancestor Bodhi said with emotion, "This trap messed up the way of heaven, deceived himself, deceived the way of heaven, and also deceived me. As for how the plot was specifically arranged..."