Ming Dynasty Emperor System

Break a willow tree to make a sword, it can be both strong and soft.

Master Wuchao turned into a mass of darkness, and his eyes were filled with the shadows of the sun, moon and stars.

That was when Yang Jian swung his sword, cutting through the boundaries of time and space, drawing a perfect trajectory in the sky, and a vague outline of his face was vaguely visible.

He is laughing.

"Month by month."

One knife, the mood falls into heaven's will.

The dim moonlight fell down and spread over the dried sea of ​​​​the underworld, reflecting the colorful flowers.

A new moon passed through the barriers of space and descended into dense white flashes.

This scene is poignant and poetic, but Master Wuchao is not happy.

He felt an extremely powerful divine power wrapped in the new moon.

It was not a gorgeous thing on the surface, but a blade that transformed into life.

Can't catch it.

This thought suddenly appeared in his mind, and then it became more and more intense.

The emotional fluctuations are bearable, but the memories that keep flashing back in my mind cannot be suppressed.

Those vague and profound memories are intertwined in the bones and soul, like a fire, burning the soul.

it hurts.

He felt inexplicably heartbroken, as if he felt sad for this battle and felt unworthy of his situation.

why?

He didn't understand.

Yang Jian noticed something strange, but still issued the order resolutely.

Under the control of Yang Jian, the new moon is about to come into contact with the white flash, about to collide with the Buddha's breath and death energy, about to... cut through the netherworld, and annihilate everything in the soft moonlight.

If you don't do something, you will die.

Master Wuchao thought this way, and finally the crisis of death defeated his hesitation, and he whispered:

"Yu Luo."

The energy of heaven and earth gathered towards the field, the netherworld twisted and changed, and Master Wuchao finally appeared holding the Nine Heavens Divine Sword.

Along with the hem of the sword tip, dense white flashes seemed to have received guidance. The shape changed and the light dispersed, revealing only the feather-like sword energy, and then drifted away one after another downwards.

Like pieces of fallen feathers, with their extremely light mass, they are playing with the wind in the air, noisily and tightly.

The new moon is rising slowly, and the moonlight is flickering.

The two finally came into contact, but their softness supported the lightness. As they entangled each other, invisible ripples spread in all directions.

That was the strong fluctuations created by two completely different semi-holy powers in a seemingly calm but actually fierce confrontation!

There are ripples, and the ghost returns to the ruins.

Master Wuchao spit out a mouthful of blood, and the Nine Heavens Divine Sword fell from his hand. The dense feather-shaped sword energy instantly disintegrated and turned into auras all over the sky, sprinkling to the ground dotted with stars.

The moonlight also dimmed to the extreme, the size of the crescent moon shrank to the extreme, and its power was exhausted.

But Yang Jian looked as usual, without any damage at all.

Even under extremely risky energy impacts, his physical body is enough to block most of the damage.

After reaching the ultimate level, the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills sublimated towards a higher realm.

With the blessing of the power of the Semi-Saint, Yang Jian's abilities have made a qualitative leap.

The extremely pure divine power of Xianyuan has gone through eight levels of blood and fire training in the Idome Dojo, and finally reached purity, which is the state closest to the original avenue.

Master Wuchao is still slightly inferior, although there are differences in his moves.

After suffering a heavy blow, the first thing he thought of was not counterattack, defense, or so-called escape.

He chose to close his eyes and devote himself wholeheartedly to the resonance of his soul.

There, there are messy and fuzzy memories, there are seals bound by mysterious powers, and there are two hidden powers!

"You are very strong." Master Wuchao said coldly.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows but said nothing, because he sensed that there was an extremely strange wave that was constantly changing in Master Wuchao's body.

"Actually, I've always been curious about a question." Master Wuchao rubbed his fingers, and a trace of misty gas emerged from the friction between his fingers. "Where did you come from? Why do I feel that you don't have anything at all?" It’s not real.”

"What is unreal is you, this fragile world, the weak gods."

Yang Jian stared at Master Wuchao coldly and said in a solemn tone:

"Wake up, is your true nature really that vulnerable? If you can't escape from this level of illusion, why not let me send you home with a single blow, and save the Lord from seeing your ugly appearance? Wuwu lost face."

"Return to the West... Over the years, many people have indeed advised me to return to the West. Unfortunately, most of them have died."

Master Wuchao's aura suddenly increased, and the death aura and Buddha's aura were hidden in the wisps of chaotic mist.

The black heart in his body beat violently, the color faded, and then bloomed into a dazzling colorful light!

"Have you inherited the master's abilities?!"

Yang Jian's eyes flashed, and the rich power of chaos dispersed in the space was quite normal. It was nothing more than what Zhu Houzhao gave to Master Wuchao.

But what that colorful light means is the heart of killing!

That is a special ability that cannot be given, and it is also the supreme Tao mind that requires the original mind to be born towards death before it can be cultivated.

Now that he has the power of chaos and the colorful killing heart, he must have completely inherited Zhu Houzhao's ability.

Except for the intransmittable original "Tao" power, the current Master Wuchao's complete power system is almost the same as the Tao realm clone!

It's a little tricky.

Yang Jian couldn't figure out to what extent Master Wuchao had cultivated these two supreme abilities. Whether he mastered them proficiently or not determined the combat power he could exert at this moment!

"Are you afraid? You claim to be the only real person, but you also feel afraid? Do you also feel fear when facing an illusory thing?"

Master Wuchao looked up to the sky and laughed. The power of chaos surging around him had covered his body, and the colorful light covered the entire place, dyeing this world into a dreamy paradise.

"You should be lucky, because I smell a familiar scent on you. We should have met before, and even fought side by side. Unfortunately, I have lost a lot of memories, so for some reason, I also feel that this world is illusory .”

When Yang Jian heard this, his eyes suddenly turned cold and he didn't say anything. Instead, he suddenly dodged and retreated towards the rear.

The next moment, a sinister cold light suddenly flashed through.

Taking a closer look, he saw that the Nine Heavens Divine Sword that had fallen to the ground was coming back and forth through space, intending to launch a sneak attack.

If Yang Jian hadn't been on alert at all times and spread his consciousness all over the four realms, he would have been severely injured by the Nine Heavens Divine Sword when Wu Chao spoke to attract attention!

The Nine Heavens Divine Sword's sneak attack failed, and with a "whoosh" sound, it returned to the hands of Master Wuchao.

He casually held a sword flower in his hand, looked at Yang Jian with a smile in his eyes, and said softly:

"This is a greeting - the three-eyed monster!"