Ming Dynasty Emperor System

Yang Jian pondered.

He has already killed seven phantoms of himself in this weird id dojo.

At first, the place where he fought was still in a narrow space with no view or objects.

Later, it becomes a test similar to a virtual psychedelic world.

Go back in time and beat yourself up.

How ridiculous.

The wind whistled in my ears, and scattered snowflakes drifted down.

A touch of coolness spread over the Zhuolu land, and it fell on Yang Jian's face.

He raised his head, looked at the blood-red sky, and sighed softly.

"How fragile I used to be."

……

"Have you started yet?"

He stood under the bloody altar.

In front of him was a vortex of blood that was constantly spinning.

What about people?

He couldn't find it.

Diting took him to the deepest part of hell, but did not tell him anything else.

Damn that beast, kill it when it gets out!

With this thought in mind, he began to walk towards the bloody whirlpool.

Divine consciousness fills the world, but this space is astonishingly large.

No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find a single figure.

He was a little impatient, and he was destroying everything around him with his Zen staff.

At the peak of Daluo Jinxian, every move he makes can destroy the world.

But the bloody altar stood still.

Even if it is bombarded by many powerful spells, there will only be a ripple on the surface without any damage.

"Ksitigarbha! Get out! What's the use of hiding? Didn't you ask me to come to you?!"

He roared angrily, his sound like bells, echoing on the dome of the bloody altar for a long time.

"What are you yelling about, you bastard!" A dull shout came from deep underground.

He looked shocked, pointed his Zen staff downward, and made a sudden impact.

"boom!"

The gravel flew and a deep pit instantly appeared on the ground.

From the edge of the cracked ground, wisps of deathly energy rose up.

"Didn't those Buddhist hypocrites teach you what politeness is?!"

The death energy entangled and circulated, and quickly condensed into a shadow.

"I remember your voice, you damn heart-stealing pig!" he said through gritted teeth.

"Pig? Oh - that was thousands of years ago. Why do you still miss me?"

A burst of hoarse laughter came from the shadow.

"Appear." He said coldly, "Don't talk to me in this bullshit form, it will make me think you are disgusting."

"A bastard is a bastard. I'm asking for so much, that's all. It's rare for someone to come here, so I'll just do what you want!"

After the ghost said this, his whole body twisted for a while, his death energy became entangled and condensed, and finally turned into a faceless Buddha.

This is clearly the body of the statue enshrined in the ruined temple of the West!

Buddha's breath and death energy coexist, and the strange situation is almost the same as his.

"Where is Ksitigarbha? Where has he gone?" he asked.

"Ksitigarbha? Hehe, aren't you?"

There was a crack in the faceless face of the Faceless Buddha, as if he was laughing, and the sound came from the crack.

"I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense with you. Let Ksitigarbha come out and settle the matter. We can all go our separate ways from now on."

He waved his hand impatiently.

The next moment, the Zen staff cut through the space barrier along the ground, and the shocking power swept across the entire place.

His form is at its peak.

"Are you demonstrating against me or threatening me?"

Faceless Buddha's tone was somewhat unpredictable.

"Both." His expression suddenly turned cold, "I'm not here just to chat with you."

"Me too." The faceless Buddha flashed and suddenly appeared in front of him, and said word by word:

"Who do you think you're talking to? A bastard!"

He smiled when he heard this, knowing in his heart that he would definitely get no useful information from this faceless Buddha.

Without further ado, he took the Zen staff and struck the faceless Buddha with a head-on blow!

"Yo yo yo--"

The Faceless Buddha let out a strange laugh, flashed again, and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

When the Faceless Buddha appeared again, it was already on top of his head.

"I'm anxious, but I can't eat hot tofu!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Faceless Buddha stepped down with his hands behind his back.

In an instant, the same pressure from the peak of Daluo Jinxian struck towards him.

"Come out!" He stared at the Faceless Buddha and growled.

His whole body suddenly glowed with light.

A strange-looking lotus flower flew out of his sea of ​​consciousness, floating on top of his head, spinning around.

"Killing Buddha Lotus?!"

Faceless Buddha's tone was a bit shocked. He was about to step down, but after seeing the lotus, he hurriedly retreated.

With a gentle step, the Faceless Buddha retreated to the center of the bloody altar, where the remains of a martyr knelt.

"It's boring. That guy Jin Chanzi... actually gave you the Killing Buddha Lotus. This is simply cheating!"

Faceless Buddha complained.

"You can't bear a small killing Buddha lotus?"

His eyebrows were lowered and he sneered. His whole body was bathed in the light released by the Killing Buddha Lotus, like a enlightened saint.

"If I told you that the Dao Heart Demon Seed you inflicted on me was also broken by Jin Chanzi, wouldn't you want to commit suicide on the spot?"

When the Faceless Buddha heard this, his breath immediately became chaotic, as if the cracks in his mouth were slowly closing.

Although nothing can be seen from the face without facial features.

But from the expression of the Faceless Buddha at this moment, it looks like he has a gloomy face.

"You and Jin Chanzi are playing with fire."

The Faceless Buddha glanced at the remains of the martyr beneath him, and his body began to twist.

"When things develop to this point, they are no longer within my scope."

He nodded slightly, placed his Zen staff on the ground, and waited with interest.

There's something wrong with this guy's form, it seems to be a fusion of some kind of substance.

The faceless Buddha's body gradually became illusory.

The wind is blowing and the rain is heavy.

The atmosphere in the field became a little weird.

When the Faceless Buddha left the remains of the martyr and walked step by step towards the bloody whirlpool, his body was also dissolving little by little.

It seems to be surrounded by the aura of death, but it also contains the amazing breath of Buddha.

This is a transformation process, like taking out the various ingredients in a dish and placing them in categories.

Firewood, rice, oil and salt, how ordinary.

When this change reached its extreme, the Faceless Buddha disappeared, his body turned into dots of starlight, and was annihilated.

At the same time, the death energy and Buddha's breath were also separated, wandering freely on the dome of the bloody altar.

"really……"

His eyes were blurred, as if he had thought of something, and scenes of fantasy appeared in his mind.

There are mountains, firewood piles, and a faceless weirdo.

Yes, the form of death that was entangled and entangled, and finally revealed, was really the faceless weirdo who had been guarding him for 1000 years.

It was so difficult to follow the path of Buddhism again. Not only did he have to endure the Buddhism that he deeply hated, but he also had to deal with this damn faceless weirdo.

Another Buddha's breath also began to condense and change.

There is no more confusion in his heart, all the answers have been revealed...