Ming Dynasty Emperor System

"what's the situation?!"

The faceless weirdo in the distance was shocked by the sudden abnormality, moved his body, and quickly escaped into the air, barely catching Ksitigarbha who was thrown away by the sneak attack.

"When did he regain his mana? Didn't you notice?!"

"I don't know—cough, cough!"

Ksitigarbha was spitting out blood as he spoke.

Looking at that sluggish and pale face, it was obvious that he had been severely injured!

"Tsk, thank you for answering my questions and letting me know the ins and outs of all this damn thing."

He stretched out his hand and called the Zen staff back into his hand, showing an affected look of distress.

"Look, if you hadn't wanted to destroy my baby, I wouldn't have exposed my strength so early."

The faceless weirdo settled Ksitigarbha, stood up and angrily shouted:

"Zombie! Were you fucking acting before?"

"Otherwise? Do you think I'm so stupid that I would come to hell to meet you without any preparation?"

He sneered, restored the deformed part of the Zen staff to its original shape, waved it a few times, and showed a satisfied smile.

"Is it Jin Chanzi?" The faceless weirdo murmured, "Do you still have some backup plans?"

He smiled and suddenly called out:

"real!"

The faceless weirdo turned his head, only to see a cold light passing by, and the shimmering gray Zen staff filled his sight.

"Zarp! Another fucking sneak attack!"

The roar shook the sky, and a large amount of death energy suddenly rose from the ground.

The blood-colored altar in the distance was trembling violently, as if it was resonating with the power of the faceless monster.

"Yo - this attack method is quite exciting."

He laughed arrogantly, withdrew his Zen staff the moment before he was about to die, and retreated hundreds of feet away.

At this time, the death energy had filled the space, and most of it was wrapped around the faceless monster.

With his back against the bloody altar, the aura of the faceless monster gradually climbed to its peak.

When he saw this, he put on a funny expression, then threw the Zen staff back into his pocket, turned around, and flew away in the direction he came from.

"Don't even think about running away!" The faceless weirdo roared angrily.

Wrapped in a large amount of solid death energy, the faceless monster transformed into the netherworld, shuttled through various spaces, and pursued it at extremely high speeds.

The two of them walked through the endless darkness and arrived at the entrance.

The huge Di Ting was sleeping deeply, but he was shocked to feel two powerful auras suddenly raging behind him.

He quickly turned the tiger's head and looked back, only to see a piece of Zen staff shattering the void and coming straight in front of him.

"Haha, you beast, let's fly!"

His wild laughter resounded through the sky. Before Di Ting could react, the tiger's head had been smashed crookedly by the Zen staff.

The powerful impact drove Di Ting's body, like a star, flying into the sky at high speed.

"Wuchao—I will be your ancestor!"

The roar of Tingting gradually faded away.

He let go of his consciousness and sensed the shadowy light chasing after him from behind. He chuckled and continued to fly forward at high speed.

There is the Sea of ​​Hell in front of us. Without a ferryman, we will inevitably be hit by the huge waves!

But he obviously didn't care about this, and with unbridled laughter, he entered the realm of the underworld without any scruples.

In the gaps between the surging black tide, he galloped to his heart's content.

The faceless weirdo who had transformed into the underworld felt frightened when he saw him rushing into the underworld sea.

He doesn't want his life? !The power of the rules of the underworld and the underworld is enough to submerge a strong man at the level of Daluo Jinxian!

Even though he has extraordinary magical power, if he resists attacks from three parties at the same time, he will definitely be in danger of death.

"We can't let him go, and we can't let him die here! It's just that Ksitigarbha is seriously injured and can't move, and I can't control the power of the rules of the underworld. I'm afraid it will be a little tricky..."

The faceless weirdo's mind was running very fast.

After pausing for a moment at the entrance to the Underworld Sea, he gritted his teeth and rushed into it brazenly!

"Zap—stop!"

……

The eighth floor of the ego dojo, the world of fantasy.

Yang Jian pulled out the three-pointed two-edged sword, shook off the golden blood on the blade, and the aura in his body increased sharply.

This three-pointed, two-edged sword taken from the seventh level of the Self-Dojo was the sixth one he replaced after entering the Self-Dojo.

Starting from the second level, he experienced major life events in different periods.

An illusory self will appear on each level, and starting from the third level, these and the illusory self possessing all his abilities will continue to rise in level.

In the nearest seventh-level world, the strength of my phantom body has reached the semi-saint level!

It must be noted that the three realms transformed in the ego dojo are very different from the real three realms, which also makes the journey of retrospect extremely unreal.

In all the worlds, Zhu Houzhao, Yuanshi Tianzun, Sun Wukong, Master Yuding (Bodhi ancestor), Master Wuchao, etc., who have a close relationship with him or are extremely powerful, have never appeared.

It seems that with every level passed, the development of the current world line will be forcibly distorted by a mysterious force.

In the seventh-level world, the fake Yang Jian is actually the Lord of Heaven, and both the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother bow their heads under him.

Not only did he have to face the half-saint-level illusion of his own self, he also had to distract himself from the sneak attacks of all the gods in heaven.

In the end, he was so lucky that he broke into the enemy's formation under heavy attacks, burned his soul in a desperate move, and finally killed the fake Yang Jian.

What he gained from his narrow escape was a mana that skyrocketed to the semi-saint realm.

He is no longer the Yang Jian who was pessimistic about his own strength.

Now he has a strong Taoist heart and is invincible in his own Taoist field!

It is worth mentioning that every time Yang Jian kills the illusionary self in the current world, not only will his realm rise, but his understanding of the way of heaven will also deepen a lot.

And the improvement of the Taoist Self is naturally extremely terrifying.

"Is it just one step away from perfection...what is missing?"

Yang Jian murmured to himself, looking at the phantom body at his feet with his head in a different place.

The fake Yang Jian on the eighth floor has been defeated by him.

But the strange thing is that the fake Yang Jian's strength is only Taiyi Golden Immortal, and everything in the world is almost consistent with the original world line.

There are still fewer people than there should be, but the difficulty of this level is too low.

Another point is that according to the rules of the previous seven levels, as long as Yang Jian kills the phantom body of his own self, a Taoist door will appear in front of him, and entering it will open a new chapter.

But not this time.

The fake Yang Jian on the eighth floor is too dead to die anymore.

The Taoist gate that should have appeared to take Yang Jian away from his own dojo was nowhere to be seen at this moment.

There was no movement, everything was eerily quiet.

Yang Jian's current location is the mouth of Guanjiang River.

The corpses of [-] grass-headed gods lay densely packed in two rows.

The autumn wind was bleak, caressing Yang Jian's cold face.

"What exactly...is missing?"

His eyes stayed on the boundless sky.

"Any regrets about unfinished business?"

As soon as the words fell, golden light bloomed.

Yang Jian soared into the sky, turned into a flying rainbow, drew a gorgeous trajectory, and slowly disappeared into the vast sky...