Ming Dynasty Emperor System

The sun is coming.

Master Wuchao's aura instantly reached its peak.

The death energy and Buddha's breath were intertwined and transformed into pure power of chaos.

The power of the seven-color killing heart is blessed on the physical body,

The strands of chaotic energy become solid and saturated as they gather toward the center point.

The Nine Heavens Divine Sword, the tip of the sword points to the sky.

The aura of divine power coming from above and below hit him powerfully.

Master Wuchao's expression was selfless, and the phantoms of millions of stars appeared in his eyes. The ripples spread out in circles, seeming to be the combination of many forces, quietly undulating in silence.

"The Ten Thousand Domains Sword Technique." Master Wuchao read softly.

As the sound fell, the sword trembled violently, and its tens of millions of strange runes seemed to resonate, blooming with all kinds of brilliance, like the fusion of lights from thousands of families and swordsmanship from all realms.

Bursts of harsh buzzing sounds continued, making the entire space tremble.

When all the combined power reached the limit that this illusory world could bear, dense humanoid shadows appeared behind Master Wuchao.

They are like lost souls who have experienced countless wasted years.

Under the call of Master Wuchao, they all came together and saw their long-cherished wish fulfilled in their lifetime on the infinitely powerful Nine Heavens Divine Sword.

"The soul of the sword cultivator from all realms, come in." Master Wuchao raised the Nine Heavens Divine Sword, "Raise your sword and face the enemy!"

In an instant, the countless human-shaped virtual images behind him seemed to be guided. Along with the rhythm of the sword rising and falling, they all turned into ghosts and merged into the Nine Heavens Divine Sword.

The light of millions of runes flourishes!

Master Wuchao points his finger to the ground and his sword to the sky, and his breath leads the path of the heaven and earth rules.

Suddenly, an afterimage flashed by, the positions of his hand and sword had been exchanged, and he drew a circle from top to bottom.

There is no sword light, no sword energy, just pure swordsmanship!

Wanyu Jianxiu's knowledge of swordsmanship was integrated into one in the hands of Master Wuchao.

This sword passed through without touching space or time, but it allowed the Wanyu sword cultivator to release his obsession with the sword.

That was their long-cherished wish that they had been searching for all their lives but could not obtain.

The sword rises, the sword falls.

Countless huge figures suddenly appeared on the sea of ​​​​underworld, twisting and changing, and they looked like giant swords holding up the sky!

Thousands of figures turned into swords and walked towards the falling sun that shot up, and towards the sword light that bombarded down, blooming their own brilliance.

It's not sharp or stinging, but it's an attack that goes straight to the source.

Everything becomes dim at this moment.

I saw that the incarnation of the sword cultivator from all realms had gone through eternity just to come here.

To the sky, to this earth, to this weak and vulnerable world, he showed his unique style of swordsmanship.

Feathers fly across the sky, as graceful as a startling shadow.

Either soft, strong, firm, or unpredictable.

From the moment the power of the sword was revealed, the falling sun disintegrated silently, and the sword light was assimilated into the sword light.

When everything turned into annihilation and disappeared quietly, the incarnation of the sword cultivator from all realms also returned to the Nine Heavens Divine Sword. In the years to come, he would forever guard the truth of the sword in it.

Master Wuchao suddenly sighed softly, glanced at the emptied immortal energy around him, sheathed his sword into the sea of ​​consciousness, then took out his Zen staff and read a Buddhist scripture in an extremely rare way.

"The Heart Sutra of Mahaprajnaparamita."

Yang Jian flew over, looked at Master Wuchao, and said with a smile:

"Didn't you swear that you would never read this crap scripture again?"

Master Wuchao was silent, lowering his head and reciting Buddhist scriptures to himself. His forehead lit up with a complex light, like a combination of countless colors, glowing slightly.

Yang Jian explored his spiritual consciousness, but found that beside Master Wuchao, there was a faint and weak spiritual thought floating around. Only then did he realize that he was mourning the soul of the deceased.

Those Wanyu sword cultivators voluntarily integrated their spiritual thoughts into the Nine Heavens Divine Sword, gave up reincarnation, and gave up hope of rebirth. They only wanted to rely on Master Wuchao to fulfill their long-cherished wish that they could not complete during their lifetime.

Master Wuchao's body was filled with peaceful and peaceful power. After reciting Buddhist scriptures again after countless years, his Taoist heart finally broke through the barriers of inner demons and ushered in sublimation.

His relationship with the Buddha and his grudges with Ksitigarbha turned into smoke and dispersed with the wind under the gentle voices and the murmur of Buddhist scriptures.

The world is noisy, but I want to have a clear conscience and not hinder my love.

Yang Jian showed a relieved smile, and he was sincerely happy for Master Wuchao.

After a long time, Master Wuchao finally finished reciting. He looked at the dark sky, his expression becoming a little solemn.

"What's wrong?" Yang Jian asked doubtfully.

"The spiritual thoughts of the seniors are warning me." Master Wuchao frowned, pointed at the boundless dark sky, and said, "There are unclean things there."

Yang Jian was slightly surprised. The third eye on his forehead opened and shot golden light upward. After searching for a while, he found nothing.

"There's no problem. I think the Wanyu Sword Cultivator has been wandering around for too long, so there may be an error in the sensing," Yang Jian said.

After searching hard, Master Wuchao couldn't find any clues, so he had to shake his head and shake off the inexplicable worries in his heart.

"That's all, there's no big problem, let's go."

"Where are you going? Do you have a way to get out of here?"

"Of course, this is the deepest part of my dojo, the source of the illusory realm. Heaven has specially set up a retrospective journey for me. I independently untied all the constraints, and naturally found out where the exit is - the human world. Buddha Mountain."

"Hey, I blasted everything there into nothingness, have you forgotten?"

"I have my own way."

Master Wuchao said, and wanted to set off first.

He had already noticed the higher-ups in hell below, but because they were a group of illusory things, he didn't bother to care about them.

"and many more."

Yang Jian called Master Wuchao to stop, then he made a seal with one hand and directed a seal to the northwest without hesitation, as if to convey a signal.

"Who are you calling?" Master Wuchao asked doubtfully.

Yang Jian smiled and said nothing, put away the three-pointed two-edged sword, and looked into the distance with his hands behind his back.

Not long after, a ball of colorful light flew over quickly and landed in front of the two of them.

"Brother Yang Jian, am I right? This stinky Taoist priest is the key to getting out!" Jiutian Xuannv chuckled.

"It turns out it's you, girl." Master Wuchao narrowed his eyes, revealing an unclear meaning.

Yang Jian looked at the slightly hostile postures of the two people, shook his head slightly, explained to Master Wuchao what happened after he entered the Dojo, and then said:

"I almost killed her in heaven, and then I found out that she was the real person. It was just that the queen mother died and the illusion returned to its source, so she was trapped here for a long time. I asked her to come to hell to inquire about the situation, and then I discovered your existence. .”