Ming Dynasty Emperor System

Chapter 616: The way of heaven wishes Qinruo Fangding, and the cliff of Zuyuan goes against the curr

In the midst of the lightning and flint, Yang Jian quickly chanted a spell and set up a divine shield in front of him. The silver bullet hit the powerful shield of Daluo Sanxian level and smashed it into powder in an instant. It was unable to even cause the slightest damage to the shield. damage.

"There are also silver bullets and golden bows?" Yang Jian was surprised.

Although this silver bullet and golden bow is not a Hongmeng treasure, it is the only one among the three realms and six realms. The knight can take out the authentic silver bullet and golden bow, which also embodies the mystery and power of the secret realm of heaven from the side.

There is no doubt that, just like Zhu Houzhao's power of chaos, the secret realm of heaven definitely has the magical ability to transform all things.

Yang Jian put aside the many doubts in his heart, and the third eye on his forehead suddenly opened, and he looked around the situation, but suddenly found that the white flash all around was actually covered with dense ancient runes!

"Is it an independent space that was sealed?" Yang Jian squinted his eyes, not even bothering to pay attention to the counterfeit who was silently healing his wounds in the distance. His eyes were filled with stars, guided by the shape of the ancient runes, I conducted a careful deduction in my mind.

After a long time, Yang Jian closed the third eye on his forehead and understood clearly in his heart.

"It seems that I can't get out of this hellish place without killing you."

As Yang Jian spoke, the tyrannical power in his body came out without reservation, and the powerful coercion of the Great Luo Sanxian level instantly swept over the entire audience.

The impostor in the distance was only at the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal. He was unable to resist the pressure unleashed by Yang Jian. After a feeble attempt to struggle, he was immediately suppressed in place and unable to move.

Yang Jian moved and suddenly disappeared from the place. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the impostor.

He knelt down and met the counterfeit's eyes. There was still a strong smell of blood in the air, and large areas of golden divine blood were scattered on the ground. He tightly held the three-pointed two-edged sword in his thick right arm. , lying in the corner of the space, looking particularly miserable.

These things all gave Yang Jian a very familiar feeling.He understood that whether it was the still warm golden divine blood or the severed arm holding the three-pointed two-edged sword, they were real existences and not illusory objects.

Yang Jian stared at the indifferent counterfeit, slowly raised a slightly meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth, and said coldly:

"Can I ask you a question?"

The counterfeit didn't speak, but just stared at Yang Jian quietly. There was no fear or panic in his eyes, there was just a coldness like a pool of stagnant water, as if nothing in the world would make waves in his heart.

No desires, no feelings, no feelings, no emotions, no unnecessary emotions. This was the true state that Yang Jian blindly pursued.

Yang Jian sighed suddenly, with a little emotion in his heart, and asked lightly:

"If you had it to do over again, would you still choose to be a divine general in heaven?"

The knight who looked at Yang Jian lowered his head and said nothing, but the fluctuations of divine power that continued to surge around him, and he was about to struggle, already showed his attitude.

"Oh, I'm overthinking. You are just my inner demon. How can you possibly answer for me the answer that I can't possibly know..."

Having said that, the Immortal Slayer Sword was already placed on the knight's neck.

At this time, the knight suddenly spoke:

"If the Yang family disaster had not happened, I would have chosen to be a mortal."

When Yang Jian heard this, the smile that slowly raised at the corner of his mouth gradually turned bitter.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye." The knight slowly raised his head, and his eyes were clear. He smiled and said word by word:

"Welcome to the secret realm of heaven."

Yang Jian was startled and was about to ask a question, but for some unknown reason, the knight suddenly broke free from the shackles of the pressure, turned his head, and hit the blade of the Immortal Slayer Sword.

The hot golden divine blood splashed on Yang Jian's face. On the sword of the Immortal Sword, the slowly falling drops of blood reflected his stunned face. He raised his hand numbly and wiped the blood from his face. , put it in front of your eyes and look at it carefully.

After a long time, he sheathed the Immortal Slayer Sword, stood up, and stared at the knight on the ground, whose eyes had lost color, and the look in his eyes was flickering.

The surrounding white flash suddenly dispersed at this moment, revealing an endless darkness. In front of Yang Jian, there was a rapidly flowing dark portal, inside which revealed a terrifying aura, mixed with extremely... Pure energy fluctuations.

"Mortal..." Yang Jian walked into the dark portal, his body submerged in it, and slowly disappeared into this strange space wrapped in darkness. In the boundless darkness, his desolate sigh echoed.

"But, my fate is not up to me."

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In a dead area covered with dead trees, there stood a bloody tower that reached into the sky.

Master Wuchao fled in the forest in a panic. Behind him was a large shadow wrapped in blood. It was impossible to see what was in it, but he could clearly hear the sad and harsh neighing sounds. .

"Damn it, if I just recite it like this, I'll meet a martyr as soon as I come in!" Master Wuchao complained angrily.

Above his head, a strangely shaped lotus flower bloomed with a dark light, and wisps of death energy left a clear gray trail in the path that Master Wuchao passed by at high speed.

The bloody shadows are like a group of greedy beasts, traveling at a slow but determined speed, constantly devouring the remaining gray mist along the way. Every time they swallow some, the speed slows down. This is why Master Wuchao can The reason for not being caught up.

"Damn it, when we get to the Cliff Tower, I'll let you kill this bastard!"

Master Wuchao spat, and the Zen staff in his hand suddenly burst out with a burst of bright Buddha light, which condensed and formed in the air. The phantom of a giant Buddha appeared behind Master Wuchao. It suddenly twisted and was sucked into his body. Master Wuchao's One more point in speed.

"Ancestor... Ancestor... Yuan!" Several indistinct roars came from the bloody shadows behind.

The next moment, the blood-colored shadow stagnated for half a breath, and then like thunder and lightning, the speed of spread surged. Wherever it went, dead trees collapsed, and the broken branches and leaves were all engulfed by the blood-colored shadow. The whole world seemed to be covered by the blood-colored shadow. Shrouded, terrifying to the extreme.

As soon as Master Wuchao heard the vague roar, his hairs stood up and he bit his tongue fiercely. After a sudden awakening, he quickly made seals with his hands and recited a spell in his mouth. He did not hesitate to burn his blood essence and desperately used the blood escape technique, and once again He distanced himself from the large bloody shadow.

"Hurry up, hurry up!!!"