Ming Dynasty Emperor System

The eighth floor of the ego dojo.

In heaven, corpses are everywhere, and blood flows into the sea.

The immortals who used to be aloof and arrogant.

Now, all color has been lost in his eyes.

Yang Jian sat on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, meditating quietly.

The three-pointed two-edged sword was replaced again.

Even though the three-pointed two-edged sword snatched from the fake Yang Jian of the seventh-level semi-saint level was the supreme heavenly weapon.

But he still chose the one held by the fake Yang Jian of the Taiyi Golden Immortal level on the eighth level.

Although its power is weak, it is the closest to the divine weapon he has ever owned and is most familiar with.

The three-pointed, two-edged sword had witnessed his many battles and had placed his many emotions on it.

Things that make people nostalgic are always precious.

In this world, all the gods in heaven are dead.

Yang Jian cut down all obstacles with one sword and one man.

It's a pity that Yuanshi Tianzun and Taishang Laojun did not appear in this world line.

If he were here, Yang Jian would like to learn a lesson about the super combat power of the Three Realms Shady!

He is eager to try, surpassing all existences at the semi-saint level.

A door slowly formed in front of Yang Jian.

After eliminating all obstacles, the Self Dojo finally opened the door to a new world for him.

But the strange thing is that this door is different from all the doors that have appeared before.

It has no breath, but it releases an amazing temptation, attracting Yang Jian to enter it.

It is filled with chaotic colors, and the background of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood below is dyed into hollow nothingness.

Like...a dark abyss with no bottom.

"Is it the Taoist gate above the abyss... Where will it take me? The Ancestral Abyss? The Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Realms? Or the original Three Realms?"

Yang Jian muttered to himself.

After clearing the seventh level of the Self Dojo, Yang Jian's understanding of the way of heaven was also mixed with the information of the final version of the Self Dojo.

The understanding of the Self Dojo is also learned layer by layer.

According to the rules in the message, there are eight floors in the Idome Dojo. Once you clear it, you can escape and return to the ancestral abyss.

But the chaotic door in front of him gave Yang Jian a completely different feeling.

There is danger, which is a serious danger that symbolizes the disaster of killing!

This is no way out!

Where will it ultimately transport people?

The only thing Yang Jian can be sure of is that it is not Zuyuan, but a new world.

"Wouldn't it be interesting?" Yang Jian laughed at himself.

He pulled out the three-pointed two-edged sword, shook off the dirty blood, and raised his aura to its peak.

Passing through layers of mountains of corpses, flying over the endless sea of ​​blood.

Yang Jian strode forward with a wild laugh.

Entering the door filled with chaos.

The abyss underfoot rang out with shrill humming sounds.

Like a homeless person complaining about reality.

Or...

An innocent ghost imprisoned forever.

Poor people who are drowning in themselves and unable to extricate themselves.

An orphan who is lost in the realm of his own heart and cannot turn back.

The roar sounded like a profound indictment of my own dojo.

Like, a confession of pain, ignorance, and confused years.

……

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

Zhuolu, here again.

A hint of coolness still appeared on Yang Jian's face.

He raised his head, looked at the sky that was still dyed red with blood, and still subconsciously sighed softly.

"Thousands of reincarnations, an inescapable fate."

The scene in front of me was like a repeat of the eighth level world.

But the only difference is that the timeline has been pushed forward countless years.

What time is it now?

Yang Jian felt thoughtfully as he felt the extremely abundant spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

He seemed to have guessed that he had experienced this big event before.

The sound of the wind was mixed with a little noise, like the roaring and shouting of countless people.

Yang Jian frowned, with an ominous premonition in his heart.

He put away the three-pointed two-edged sword, put his hands behind his back, and slowly flew forward.

Halfway through, he stopped.

Below is the heart of Zhuolu.

There are two armies at war.

No, to be precise, there are two forces.

There are forces composed of tribes!

The sky was originally blue and clear, and the snow was originally white.

At this moment, everything was stained with blood.

Shout out to the sky!

"Huang Emperor, Yan Emperor, Nv Ba, the ten major tribes... hmm? Where is Chi You?"

Yang Jian's eyes scanned the battlefield. In the fierce fighting atmosphere, no one could notice his presence.

"Oh? Xingtian is still alive?!"

Yang Jian's face showed joy, his attention shifted, and his eyes were fixed on the center of the battlefield.

There, a headless giant with breasts as its eyes and navel as its mouth, waving its limbs, fought with disdain.

As long as Qian Qi raised his head, the countless Jiuli sergeants who came around him with red eyes were no match for the headless giant.

That shaft with its dark light seemed to be piercing through the sky!

Yang Jian was very excited.

He had long wanted to meet this divine general under Emperor Yan.

According to the development of the original world line.This was a glorious battle initiated by Yuanshi Tianzun who wanted to change the human definition and was known in history as the Battle of Zhuolu.

Yang Jian was not yet born at that time!

But Xingtian's name has been on his mind since the end of Shang Dynasty and the beginning of Zhou Dynasty.

This god of war in the barbaric era was the goal that Yang Jian aspired to after becoming a saint.

Yang Jian's fighting interest was completely aroused.

From the first level to the eighth level of the Idome Dojo, all the way up, his state of mind has undergone earth-shaking changes.

He seemed to have returned to the faith he had when he first entered heaven!

But all the hatred has gone by the wayside, and he has long been indifferent to it through experience.

Every time he kills an illusory self, he can absorb a piece of his original soul.

Looking back on the past, the more times it happened, the more natural it became.

No matter what it is, as long as you can figure it out, it becomes much simpler.

The Battle of Zhuolu in front of him obviously stimulated Yang Jian.

he thought.

Regardless of whether there is still a ninth or tenth level in the Self Dojo, or whether it will still have to undergo tests in the future.

Regardless of whether there are still many old friends in this world line, whether I want to kill the illusion of myself again.

Let’s have a good fight first!

While thinking about it, a layer of heavy fog suddenly rose in the battlefield.

Xingtian's movements stagnated, and he was attacked by the surrounding sergeant Jiuli, leaving several bloody wounds.

Even so, Xing Tian still grabbed Qian Qi and maintained his original posture without resistance, as if he was immobilized by something.

Yang Jian squinted his eyes, and the third eye on his forehead opened, golden light flashed, illuminating the entire battlefield.

As the mist gathered and rolled, a big majestic face slowly condensed out, and it let out a shocking roar towards Huang Di!

People turn their backs.

Unaffected, the Jiuli sergeants shouted war songs in unison, waved their weapons and surged forward, instantly reversing the decadent battle situation.

"So you are here... Chi You!"

Yang Jian couldn't hold back the fighting spirit in his heart and showed a cheerful smile.

The next moment, he summoned the three-pointed two-edged sword, flew down, and joined the chaotic battlefield!