Ming Dynasty Emperor System

"You are really cruel."

Yinggou turned his head and did not respond to the scoldings of the Kings of Hell. Instead, he faced Patriarch Bodhi and said word by word:

"I can clearly feel that when you killed him, it was as natural as breathing, as casual as slaughtering livestock. Could it be that in your mind, we are not living beings, but 'things' that are inferior to ants? What?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience fell silent.

The kings of hell looked at Yinggou with embarrassed expressions, and used their eyes frantically to tell him to shut up.

These phantom bodies finally woke up and understood how embarrassing their current situation was.

"Shut up, shut up now!"

"Idiot! If we anger the evil star in front of us, we won't even have a chance to beg for mercy!"

"Win Gou! Please, stop talking!"

"Madman! If you don't know what's interesting, you'll end up dead!"

"..."

Either roar, reprimand, warn, or beg.

These voices with different tones poured into Yinggou's ears.

He glanced at the Kings of Hell expressionlessly, with disdain on his face and naked contempt in his eyes.

"Playing with voice transmission in front of a strong semi-saint? I think you are the idiots! If he wanted to kill us, he would have done it a long time ago, why bother waiting until now? I will say what I want to say, and I will tell you what I want to say. What are you doing? If you don’t want to hear it, get out of here as soon as possible.”

The kings of hell were furious, their faces gloomy as if they were dripping with water, but there was nothing they could do.

Do they dare to leave?Do you think the strange Taoist priest in front of you is air?

Patriarch Bodhi smiled even brighter and praised:

"Boy, there's nothing wrong with what you said!"

Ying Gou didn't take this trick and just replied coldly:

"You admit it, right? Since you have a plan, let's make it clear. What do you want! For what! What do we have to do! If there is some truth to it, then I won't say any nonsense and just go with you. !”

Time freezes at this moment.

Ancestor Bodhi leaned forward, patted Ying Gou on the head, and said calmly:

"I want you to be my dogs!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the kings of hell finally fell down, and they were extremely ugly.

It was like mud and water, everything became messy, and finally settled into a twisted and weird shape.

Ying Gou didn't change much, he still had a calm expression. He blinked quickly and said:

"Oh, it seems like you didn't have a good deal with the previous great god... But aren't you his subordinate?"

"Subordinate? Ha! How is that possible? He and I are at best temporary partners, each getting what he needs."

Ancestor Bodhi smiled with a smile on his face, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said coldly:

"His dogs are so easy to do, so I want to find a few to play with. Although you are a bit useless, you have good potential. If you train them in the future, you may still be able to use them at critical moments."

"Is it a discord... Well, it's too complicated. I don't care about the affairs of you outsiders. I don't know whether they will agree to you. But let me say - I can be your dog, but You have to answer me a question."

Ying Gou rubbed his fingers and his tone suddenly became erratic:

"Am I me?"

When Patriarch Bodhi heard this, he raised his brows and said nothing, but his eyes suddenly burst into light with three colors.

This kid is interesting.

Is it possible that the illusory body created by the Dao Realm clone can retain the consciousness to escape the shackles of the rules?

What kind of realization is it that an illusory body made up of evidence can actually cast doubt on its own existence?

It’s incredible... Maybe something went wrong in the way of heaven?What gave birth to this freak?

The three-color divine light flickers on and off, symbolizing the emotional changes of Patriarch Bodhi.

A series of questions lingered in his mind, which made him feel distressed and excited at the same time.

This is really a contradictory emotion.

After his thoughts settled, he raised his head and looked directly at Ying Gou. Looking into his dark eyes, he shook his head slowly and solemnly.

When Ying Gou saw this, the scene immediately emerged in his mind as the group of people from outside the world left.

Wuchao said hello to him before leaving, but in fact, Wuchao also sent him a message quietly:

"The empty self is not empty, the real self is not real, and the world destroys the true self, it should be treated as empty."

This is very much like last words to a friend.

Because Patriarch Bodhi unexpectedly did not leave with the large army, but left behind these underworld phantoms who were at a loss to deal with them.

So Ying Gou Fan suddenly understood the true meaning of Wu Chao's words.

He is not him, and these three realms are not the three realms. Everything is unreal.

When all these outsiders leave, this world will lose its meaning of existence.

So Wu Chao was really confessing his last words, but it was not his last words, but Ying Gou's last words.

The transition between real and fake time and space, the staggered world lines, and the two fateful people who met unexpectedly.

Everything is wonderful, but looking at its essence, it feels extremely sad.

About to die but not dead, about to live but not yet alive.

As a self-aware creature, Yinggou didn't want to die quietly.

Even a virtual body transformed by the power of heaven can still feel its own existence.

This is a living 'person', not a dead thing that is heartless, senseless and hopeless.

So Yinggou decided to escape from this desperate world.

Starting from a 'dog', he voluntarily entered the personal space of Patriarch Bodhi.

The latter showed a meaningful smile, as if he had harvested a treasure.

In a good mood.

The remaining nine kings of hell, Patriarch Bodhi didn't even bother to ask.

He directly suppressed the true souls of these phantom bodies with the power of the semi-saint, scooped them up with his big hand, and threw them all into the portable space.

Glancing at the messy Styx battlefield, the devastated background was a bit desolate.

He laughed wantonly and rushed into the sky, leaving the space crack that had been open for him for a long time.

When the three-color divine light sank into the end of the space, the boundless sky began to collapse.

This illusory world has ushered in its end, and everything is annihilated upward like particles decomposing.

The power of heaven has returned to its origin, and all illusions have finally returned to ruins.

And the route away from the Self-Dojo was already clear in Patriarch Bodhi’s mind.

Zuyuan, with countless opportunities, is waiting for him.

After joining a few interesting guys, the journey of Cliff Tower will set sail again.

There were ripples in the void once again.

It seems that a mournful person is singing softly in the silence, opening a new chapter for this gloomy history.