Ming Dynasty Emperor System

All living beings are ants, but I am the only one who has the truth.

This is the final evaluation given to that person by the Taoist clone.

You can guess the identity of that person.

He is the black curtain covering the vast three realms!

He is the supreme strongman who stands on the highest peak and looks down on all living beings!

He is just a haze covering the sky with one hand, and his strength crushes everything!

He is - Yuanshi Tianzun!

Xiao Wushen was shocked when he heard that.Although I have never met him, I can feel the incomparable power from the description of the Tao realm clone!

The terrifying aura seeping in from outside the Ancestral Abyss still gave Xiao Martial God a strong sense of oppression.

It felt like something was being choked in his throat.

There seemed to be a big hand in the dark, locking his neck like an iron pliers!

"What should we do now? Is there any way to deal with it?" Xiao Wushen asked in a deep voice.

Patriarch Bodhi also looked at the Tao realm clone with questioning eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely solemn.

Everyone is in this cliff tower, and unless they get through the remaining four floors in a short time, they can't get out at all.

Once Yuanshi Tianzun arrives, whether he can escape or not is a trivial matter. The key is that all Zhu Houzhao's arrangements here will be in vain.

From time to time, golden and gray lights would shine on Master Wuchao's body, illuminating the embarrassing appearance of the ruins of the chessboard.

The combination of death energy and Buddha's breath reveals a secret fluctuation. Although it is easy to catch, no one is in the mood to pay attention to it.

The Dao Realm clone was still calm, the billions of stars in his eyes were destroyed and born, and the spiritual power around him was gathering towards him during the deduction process.

After a long time, he closed his eyes slightly tiredly.

"How?" Patriarch Bodhi asked.

"The situation shouldn't be as bad as we thought."

The Taoist clone rubbed his fingers and fixed his gaze on Master Wuchao, with unknown meaning.

"The power of heaven in the ancestral abyss is endless, and it is the most deadly field for Yuanshi Tianzun. I bet that he will never risk his life and let me come. What we need to face is to solve the problem in front of us. problem."

Little Martial God frowned, looked at Master Wuchao, and said with a troubled expression:

"Don't you want to..."

Ancestor Bodhi heard some clues, squinted his eyes, and sensed the changes in the surrounding atmosphere with his spiritual consciousness.

"We..." the Dao realm clone said in a serious tone, "stop him at the source!"

"This method works."

Ancestor Bodhi’s eyes lit up.

"The coercion emanating from Wuchao's body has now surpassed the realm of Daluo. A half-saint level soul is enough for us to explore."

The Dao realm clone nodded, turned to look at the little Martial God, and asked in a deep voice:

"Can I open the portal to my dojo in his body?"

"Of course, just create it in a mustard-seed state."

Xiao Wushen was still a little confused.

"Why build a portal in Wuchao's body? Aren't we going to intercept Yuanshi Tianzun?"

The Taoist clone smiled, pointed at Master Wuchao and said:

"There is the space channel opened by Yuanshi Tianzun!"

Patriarch Bodhi suddenly stood up, walked over, patted the little Martial God on the head, and urged:

"Open the door quickly, what we lack most now is time!"

Xiao Wushen was stunned for a moment, looked at the Dao Realm clone, and then at the Bodhi Patriarch, only to see that both of them looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.

His mood surged inexplicably, just like the young man who faced unknown things and was full of passion to explore.

"Finally, are we going to fight that terrifying existence..."

In the Cliff Tower, a powerful aura constantly squeezed the space barrier.

Three rays of divine light suddenly flashed past.

On the devastated land, only Master Wuchao is left.

It floats on its own and sinks on its own.

……

"what--"

The ghost let out a long yawn.

The Empress Houtu beside her also looked a little tired.

Their eyes were fixed on the sea of ​​Hades.

With the dark sky as the background, the two shadows constantly touch and separate, and the cycle repeats.

There were turbulent energy aftermaths, horrifying pressure, and sword light intertwined with each other. It was like a chaotic dead zone, or a forbidden area that no one dared to enter.

"How long have you been fighting?" Ghost asked abruptly.

"Three days and eight hours."

Empress Houtu seemed a little impatient.

"How many times have you asked? Every once in a while, don't you think it's too long-winded?"

The ghost sneered, shrugged, and muttered:

"How long will this fight last... Hell is about to be exploded by the aftermath."

Suddenly, there were several vague figures in the distance, sneaking over from the corner of the battlefield.

Empress Houtu immediately noticed something strange and pulled the ghost to hide in the shadows.

"Mother, what's going on? How come someone dares to come here? Are they looking for death?"

"Shut up and wait and see what's going on."

There was a dark light in Queen Houtu's eyes, and she carefully used her consciousness to move towards the unknown figures.

Just in case, she has secretly held a magic formula in her hand, so that she can seize the opportunity as soon as the crisis approaches.

"Huh-ha-"

The ghost let out a heavy breathing sound, as if he felt a little suffocated in such a tense atmosphere.

Nearly.

Now it can be seen slightly clearly that there are many figures, no less than ten, and the aura exuded by each figure is not bad.

The consciousness that Queen Houtu explored was disturbed by the energy surging in the sky, and her search yielded nothing.

The Yin Qi entered the eyes, trying to spy on the mysteries in the distance, but the moment it was released, it was obscured by the light of the sword in the sky, which stung his eyes instead.

"Damn!"

Empress Houtu spat, and simply gave up all temptations, directly clasping her hands and chanting spells, accumulating strength and brewing attack spells.

The ghost followed suit.

The atmosphere became increasingly tense.

"coming!"

The ghost suddenly shouted. The moment the figure in the distance entered the attack range, he had already blasted out the condensed spell!

"what are you doing?!"

The Houtu Empress chopped off her feet angrily.

"Your magic is of no use! It's enough to alert the enemy!"

The ghost looked embarrassed.

Now that the attack has been launched, their positions have been exposed, and there is no way to retreat.

In desperation, Empress Houtu had no choice but to collect her breath and urge her spirit, intending to blast out the powerful spell that had been brewing for a long time.

But the spell cast by the ghost was a shock wave formed by the condensation of corpse energy.

After blasting into the figure, although it did not cause extensive damage, it immediately triggered a burst of exclamations.

"My dear, don't do it! It's us!" came a rich male voice.

Upon hearing this familiar figure, Empress Houtu's hands trembled, and a trace of blood spilled from her mouth. After enduring the backlash of the spell, she stopped her hands in time.

The darkness dissipated, and the ten figures approaching in sight finally revealed their true colors.

It is the King of Hell of the Tenth Palace!

It was a false alarm.

"Fuck, scare me!"

The ghost complained, but was surprised to see a sharp look coming from beside him...