Ming Dynasty Emperor System

The power of chaos flowing between the little tiger demon's fingers was only as long and wide as a thumb at first.

But when he chanted the magic formula, the hazy scene inside immediately began to change.

I saw a small mist forming, fluctuating as I pleased.

The colors gradually transformed into black and white.

Just like the landscape painting with horizontal strokes of ink, the flickering shadows in it are like lines drawn by a brush.

The landscape is confined to a small space, but it has an extremely delicate scene.

Du Feinan stepped forward to take a closer look, but saw the mist swirling around, and the mountains and rivers stretching thousands of miles in size came into view.

The small dots jumping within it are like many vividly portrayed landscapes in the painting.

Cun Ma Dou people are meticulous and meticulous.

If there were only these changes, it would naturally be impossible to summarize the mystery of the power of chaos.

The little tiger demon flipped his palm, and the chaotic mist surged by one point, reaching the size of a human head.

The black and white freehand landscape within it suddenly took on new changes.

But the painting clearly outlines the figures in the landscape.

At the top of the spherical world, a divine light passed by, but it was the little tiger demon dripping with his own essence and blood.

Above the illusory sky, Bai Lian soared into the sky, like a waterfall rushing down, creating a vast scene of mist.

There are many mountains and mountains, and the water and sky are the same color.

The beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, amidst the transformation of the ink-like chaotic mist, makes the brushwork appear unruly and uninhibited.

When this picturesque scenery reached its peak, the seal in the little tiger demon's hand changed, and the mist suddenly changed again.

Landslides and tsunamis, the black and white colors gradually receded, the drop of blood merged into the mist, and everything returned to chaos.

Above the mist rose little bits of colorful light.

Colorful scenes rushed to the end of the sky.

The vast blue sky was dyed with layers of indescribable meaning.

Du Feinan opened his mouth wide, and before he had time to praise, the little tiger demon clenched his hands into fists again.

The mist dissipated, and the scenery turned into scattered fragments, cheering in the fingers.

The little tiger demon slowly spread his hands.

Suddenly, these fragments condensed into shape, like a planet that was smeared with colors wantonly by a child.

Against the colorful background, the colorful and gorgeous scenery seems to jump out of the planet.

The drop of condensed blood emerged again and continued to expand until it enveloped the surface of the planet, causing it to rise and fall.

Du Feinan sniffed gently, but could clearly smell a strong breath of life.

When he looked at the wonders of the planet again, his blood had shrunk and the mottled colors reappeared.

From this moment on, there is an extra tremor that is ready to come out.

It seems that with just a little more effort, life will shine at the peak of color.

Like creation, a new world was born.

Du Feinan became anxious and shouted with itchiness:

"Quick, keep going, keep going!"

"Then you can watch it!"

The little tiger demon laughed loudly, put the wonderful planet into his mouth, and swallowed it directly into his belly with a "gulu".

A sound like thunder exploded in his stomach.

Du Feinan was dumbfounded.

Immediately, he was so angry that his whole body condensed into reality. He pulled the little tiger demon's shoulders with both hands and shouted loudly:

"Damn it, spit it out, spit it out!"

The happiness of seeing the wonder unfold before my eyes is still vivid in my mind.

Although it was only a moment, the poignancy was enough to make people pity him forever.

The passing of beautiful things always makes people feel particularly sad.

No wonder Du Feinan was so angry.

Anyone who comes to see this scene and then is forcibly strangled will be so angry that they want to kill!

The little tiger demon laughed even louder, letting Du Feinan vent his anger on himself, and he continued to run the magic formula on his own.

The gift from Zhu Houzhao made him feel a little awkward every time he used it.

Is he an enemy or a friend?

The little tiger demon couldn't tell the difference.

After being reborn in the catastrophe of hell, he felt inexplicably more grateful.

Once, he only thought about revenge and had no other thoughts.

The only trace of warmth he has is placed in the ancestral land of the Stone Clan where he was born and raised.

But now, there are complex and contradictory intense emotions that torture his heart all the time.

What he couldn't forgive was the culprit - Master Wuchao.

But at the same time, after experiencing the exploration of the void of life and death, he was reborn.

He also understood that the man behind all this was actually Zhu Houzhao.

If Zhu Houzhao had not gone back in time and space to seize the blood of Xuan Ming.

Then history will not undergo such a major turning point.

"Ugh!"

The little tiger demon could only get a little expression of his feelings by sighing.

Hate it or love it.

Be it unwilling or incompetent.

What can he do?

The memories covering time penetrated into the sea of ​​consciousness and turned into thousands of sharp knives, pulling the soul back and forth.

Pain, pain, pain!

How could it not feel pain?

The little tiger demon only hopes to fulfill his long-cherished wish and personally know the person who killed his father.

As for what will happen next, he feels confused.

Like every ordinary avenger, after erasing the entanglements caused by time, family affection, and hatred.

When everything ends, no matter how we go forward, we will only see darkness.

die?

The little tiger demon no longer cares.

Maybe some exciting things can slightly arouse his interest.

At this moment, a few familiar faces could not help but appear in my mind.

The patriarch, Shi Jiu, Yang Jian, Master Wuchao, Zhu Houzhao...

Finally, a charming and pretty face flashed across the screen.

Feelings?

No, it's more of a mockery.

Or maybe, maybe it's love?

Does that kind of thing really exist?

He immediately shook his head and smiled bitterly.

There was a burst of heat in his body, and he returned to reality from the haze.

In front of him, Du Feinan was still shaking the little tiger demon's body hysterically, and kept shouting:

"Spit it out! Spit it out!"

The little tiger demon turned a blind eye and concentrated on feeling the flow of chaotic power within his body.

After a long time, he estimated that it was almost time, so he raised his hand and patted his belly vigorously.

"Poof -" The colorful mini planet popped out of his mouth.

Du Feinan instantly changed his target, looked at the planet with longing, and murmured:

"Grandma, if you could see such a real scene every day, how wonderful your life would be!"

The little tiger demon rubbed his fingers and said coldly:

"In order to show you, I have slowed down the evolution process countless times, and you are almost done."

"Don't be so stingy, just let me take another look, just one more look!"

"If there is one, there are two, and if there are two, there are three. If you keep looking at it like this, there will be no end!"

"No, just give me... fuck!"

Before Du Feinan finished speaking, the little tiger demon had already summoned the mini planet into his hands, and then crushed it!

The colorful colors gradually faded, and scattered fragments floated in the air.

The little tiger demon pulled out a trace of soul breath from the center of his eyebrows and shot it into the center of the fragment with a snap of his fingers.

In an instant, the room burst into light, as if it was sinking into a sea of ​​chaos...