Ming Dynasty Emperor System

At the end of the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Realms, the Secret Realm of Heavenly Dao, the Ancestral Abyss, the seventh floor of the Cliff Tower.

Master Wuchao waved his hand.

The Nine Heavens Divine Sword, which had fallen into mortal calamity, was now stained with blood, making a harsh buzzing sound.

Yang Jian and Xiao Wushen stood beside him, with tired looks on their faces.

In front of the three people's eyes was a pool of blood.

A body lay in a pool of blood.

The corpse was broken into countless pieces, and the only thing that was intact was the green-faced, fanged face, which looked like the devil in prison, extremely ferocious.

In the vast sky, a crystal staircase winds down.

The three Taoist clones, Bodhi Patriarch, and Jiutian Xuannu were standing at the bottom of the stairs.

They chatted in low voices for a moment, and then the Dao Realm clone waved gently toward the devastated central battlefield.

Yang Jian understood, sheathed his sword and was about to rush over, but Master Wuchao and Xiao Wushen stopped him with a tacit understanding.

"How about we discuss this?" Master Wuchao said with a strange look on his face.

"Okay, okay, I second the proposal!" Xiao Wushen said in a weird tone.

Yang Jian was puzzled and stared at the two of them with his arms crossed:

"What are we going to do? The gatekeeper is dead. Your Excellency is calling us over!"

Master Wuchao vaguely pointed to the crystal staircase, winked for a while, and whispered:

"Are you stupid? We have wasted so much time. When we get over, we will be..."

He showed an exaggerated expression and made a serious gesture of wiping his throat.

Xiao Wushen's eyes flashed and he suggested:

"How about this, Wu Chao pretends that his mana is exhausted, Yang Jian pretends that his magic weapon is worn out, and I pretend to be seriously injured?"

Yang Jian rolled his eyes, was too lazy to chat with these two living treasures, and flew away without saying a word.

Master Wuchao and Xiao Wushen saw this, smiled bitterly, and had to follow closely.

The three of them arrived at the foot of the crystal stairs and in front of the Tao realm clone.

Jiutian Xuannv didn't know why, but she kept covering her mouth and laughing while looking at the three of them.

Patriarch Bodhi rubbed his fingers and looked at the ground with an aloof expression, but in fact it was an expression of 'it's none of my business'.

The Taoist clone had a straight face and raised his hands to flutter his sleeves, which immediately made the three of them kneel down on one knee in fright.

"Tell me, how long is the time limit I will give you?" the Dao realm clone said coldly.

The three of them looked at each other, and finally the upright Yang Jian replied truthfully:

"Your Majesty gave us half an hour to resolve the battle. We exceeded the time limit by nearly one stick of incense and shall be punished."

Master Wuchao became anxious when he heard this:

"No way, if you want to calculate it this way, we should exclude the time we spent on the road!"

Xiao Wushen also interjected:

"Yes, yes, I wasted a lot of time on the road!

Besides, that guy from Wuchao’s Nine Heavens Divine Sword is broken!

He kept paddling during the fight and cast a few painless spells, all relying on Yang Jian and I. "

When Master Wuchao heard this, he glared at Little Martial God, full of gunpowder.

Xiao Wushen raised his eyebrows and glared back unceremoniously.

The two divine lights reflected each other, and there were faint signs of a fight.

"enough!"

The Dao realm clone gave a loud bang and scolded:

"What a waste. If you are willing to cooperate, it can be done in a stick of incense, not to mention half an hour!"

The three of them were silent, looking at each other and curling their lips secretly.

This classic scene of reprimanding three semi-saints could only be seen in this improvised team in the Cliff Tower.

Obviously, Taoist clones can have emotional fluctuations, so naturally Zhu Houzhao is controlling the consciousness.

Since the little Martial God unlocked the fourth shackle in his body, the team's speed has suddenly accelerated.

Needless to say, on the fifth level, the gatekeeper took back the 'life root' and naturally let everyone leave.

At the sixth level, although the guardian is only in the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, he can communicate with the power of heaven.

In addition, he is unconscious, so he appears to be extremely difficult to deal with... Of course, it is theoretically difficult to deal with.

The Tao realm clone is still the same.

He just ordered to go ahead and let Master Wuchao, Xiao Wushen and Yang Jian work together to break through the level to hone themselves.

The little Martial God showed great power. As soon as he saw the guardian, he flew forward dragging the black iron giant hammer.

With just one blow, the gatekeeper was beaten to ashes.

A lot of time was indeed wasted in the rush.

The final result was unexpected, but also reasonable.

The team successfully climbed to the seventh floor. The guardian of this floor was the famous Ghost Emperor of the first generation.

That is, the Hunyuan Golden Immortal who is extremely close to the existence of a saint.

But this was not a problem for the three semi-saints. After a series of hard battles, the seventh level was successfully broken.

The previous time limit was also a test given by the Tao realm clone.

Zhu Houzhao personally controlled the consciousness of the Dao realm clone and urged everyone to quickly complete the Cliff Tower experience.

Obviously, he encountered a lot of trouble there and needed everyone's support.

Although the three of them have not completed the test, they are more familiar with each other, which can also promote future cooperation.

In the process of connecting the two floors, Jiutian Xuannv occasionally joined the battle, but it was obvious that her role was not great.

The Dao Realm clone arranged this arrangement just so that when everyone was dividing their understanding of the way of heaven, she would take a rightful share.

Therefore, after absorbing many essences of heaven, Jiutian Xuannv's strength also soared to the peak of Daluo Golden Immortal.

At this point, the strength of the team assigned by Zhu Houzhao has reached the peak of the Three Realms.

The seventh level has been broken. Zhu Houzhao controlled the consciousness of the Taoist clone, severely criticized the three people, and then left.

After returning to the 'normal state', the Dao realm clone has no desires, no feelings, no intentions, and naturally will not react to the three of them anymore.

The team climbed the crystal stairs and headed to the eighth floor of the cliff tower.

The last level of this matter is also the highest level.

The seventh level is the semi-saint-level superpower.

Then who will be guarding this final eighth level?

What level will his strength reach?

All this is unknown.

But the group of six people was full of confidence.

This ancestral abyss that has been silent for countless years, this cliff tower that has been annihilated by dust for two generations.

This legend cannot be broken, this is the secret holy place that thousands of martyrs are fascinated by.

Perhaps today, countless years later, Zhu Houzhao's team will crush it with his own hands.

Hope and despair, hatred and resentment.

The change of generations seems to be coming to an end at this moment.

Turning your hand becomes clouds, turning your hand becomes rain, and the three realms shrouded in darkness are faintly trembling.

At this time, Zhu Houzhao was sitting alone on the edge of the ancestral abyss, admiring the wonders of the three holy places and reading the everlasting inscriptions.

Twelve streams of ancestral witch essence and blood flowed rapidly behind him, forming an unprecedented and supreme magic circle.

In the center of the array, a giant wild shadow towering over the sky gradually formed.

The Breath of Chaos was born from nothingness, and the giant shadow gradually merged with Zhu Houzhao.

The dense and lingering darkness is entangled in the area where everything originates.

This world gradually returned to Zhu Houzhao's divine will...