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Chapter 128 Help

"Do you want my help?"

The next moment, Li Wuxiang spoke in his heart.

Waixie...he responded!

"Yes." Li Wuxiang said immediately.

"Do you really want my help?" he said to himself again.

"I want it!" Li Wuxiang said, "I know what you want me to do, fight, fight, perseverance and so on, but this time it's not for myself, but for them - but in essence, it's still for them. For myself and you, can you understand?"

Torrent!

The next moment, it seemed like a torrent rushed into his head!

At this moment, he felt that he was blind - countless lights and shadows burst out in front of his eyes, and endless pictures and information rushed into his mind like a torrent that burst a dam!

He was almost completely unconscious, unable to think, move, or even feel the presence of "I".

Among the pictures composed of infinite lights and shadows he saw, only very little information could be understood and perceived by him - the green-faced and fanged human form was devouring limbs, the huge mountains were collapsing towards him, and the dark field of view The sound of rushing water, the putrid smell and crawling bodies in the mud, the cry of a newborn baby, the fragrant flowers falling from the sky and the dancing woman in yellow gauze, the huge roar in the endless deep sea...

These scenes suddenly appeared in his mind at the same time. They were not lights, shadows or pictures, but more like personal experiences - as if in this short moment, he became everyone in this infinite scene, and in They lived their lives and experienced their joys and sorrows in the blink of an eye.

Emotions and five senses violently impacted his consciousness. Li Wuxiang felt like he was going to explode. His three souls and seven souls began to fall apart. As those pictures began to gradually disappear, he experienced this feeling, but he could not think at all.

But there is another kind of power, like a golden knot in his body, like a tiny thread in the violent wind that destroys the world, pulling on his consciousness to prevent him from being swept away by the violent wind.

He also felt that he saw something that was indescribable, infinitely vast, and extremely profound. The information and emotions contained were completely beyond his ability to understand. The only thing he could react to was a thought in his heart——

Taiyi!

That’s really Taichi!

The little information he could understand was like trying to get a glimpse of the entire world from a small tube. He didn't know what he saw or perceived, but in the end those things could only be gathered in his consciousness. For an extremely certain concept, Donghuang Taiyi!

Everything came to an abrupt end. Li Wuxiang felt like he was walking through something again, as if he was sinking into the deep sea. The scenes that filled his mind gradually disappeared, as if the huge roar gradually weakened and converged into a thin line.

Finally, the remaining things could be understood by him. Lights, shadows and sounds slowly became clearer, and there were something more in his head - fine dust in the sunlight, a long row of wooden beds with fences, and tents. The faces of adults coming over, the grassy ones Fragrance, warm water, empty clothes, banging wooden stakes, meditation and breathing, cold scales, commands... these things flashed back in his mind faster and faster, as if he had sat there before The roller coaster dived from the highest point to the lowest point, and then——

Li Wuxiang opened his eyes suddenly and found himself standing next to the gate of the guest house of the Mountain Lord's Mansion.

He knows who he is. He is a security guard in the mountain master's mansion - when Wu Hao brought him to see Lou He yesterday, he was one of the two security guards guarding the door.

His name is Zhou Ji. He was born in Coffin City. He was sent to the Youciyuan of Anmin Mansion to be raised at birth. After trial, he became a town soldier. He practiced martial arts to refine his qi. He was sent to garrison the guest house a few days ago. , check every sentence delivered into the courtyard by the True Form Cult monks in the city.

However, since his name is Zhou Ji, then who is Li Wuxiang?

He frowned and thought about it, feeling a little itchy. But he was wearing armor, and only his hands and face were exposed, so he raised his right hand and scratched his left hand.

But the scratched area still itch, as if the feeling comes from the bone marrow. So he scratched a little harder, until there was a moist feeling on his fingers, and he realized that he had scratched the skin on the back of his hand.

Bleeding. He wiped it hard and felt the blood drying quickly on his palm. But he discovered that under the layer of skin that he scratched, there seemed to be another layer of skin, which was firm and tight with small pores.

He looked at it and stopped thinking about it. He decided to wait until he was removed from his post and returned to the barracks... No, he couldn't just wait for his post to be removed. He still had something to do and wanted to see Lou He.

So he turned and nodded to Tang Chuan, another town soldier next to him: "I'm going to see Lou Xingxing."

Tang Chuan also nodded. This is what they should do - they came to look at Lou He and walked to the door of the guest room every once in a while to take a look. It was to see what Lou Zhongzheng was doing, to record it and report it to him after he was dismissed, and to see if he needed anything.

Regarding Lou Zhongxing, Zhou Ji and his colleagues all felt... How should I put it? It was rumored in private that Lou Zhongxing had not really been traveling within the diocese in these years, but had rebelled and became a swordsman of the Taiyi Dao. I came to Coffin City a few days ago, seemingly intending to assassinate Master Wu Shan. According to colleagues in the tower, although the mountain master restrained him with just one move, he did move his hand - before the mountain master raised his hand, Lou Zingying killed five or six people with his flying sword in one breath. personal.

If this is true, it is really hard to understand. Zhou Ji walked towards the door of the guest room while thinking, if Lou Xingxing really betrayed his religion, why did the mountain master treat him with courtesy and let him live here after capturing him?

And if he really became a swordsman of Taiyi Dao, why did he abandon his cultivation after being captured and stay here peacefully?

He walked to the door of the guest room and looked inside.

It was late at night, and five or six candles were lit in the guest room. Lou He was half lying on the ground, supporting his head with one hand and holding a book with the other hand. He should have heard the footsteps, but did not turn around.

Zhou Ji stood in front of the door for a while, turned his head and looked at Tang Chuan. Tang Chuan raised his face slightly, as if asking him if there was any movement inside.

Zhou Ji frowned, shook his head at him, and waved. Tang Chuan was stunned and walked towards him-when the two were two steps away, Zhou Ji suddenly raised his hand.

A flash of sword light shot out from his palm, piercing Tang Chuan's head. Tang Chuan's body stiffened and he fell forward. Zhou Ji immediately supported him - the guest room was built on a wooden platform, and there was space underneath. It was night, and it was pitch black underneath, so he pushed Tang Chuan's body into it.

There were colleagues outside as secret sentries, and he and Tang Chuan had to be on duty until the hour of Yin. No one would come in for at least three hours, so no one would notice that there was one less person in the yard.

When he stood up again, he was stunned, and he didn't quite understand why he wanted to kill Tang Chuan and how he killed him. But in just a moment, he found himself at the door of the guest room, and after a little hesitation, he stepped onto the steps.

The sound of the iron palm of the boot touching the wooden floor made Lou He turn his head and look over here: "Why..."

But he only said this one word and immediately shut up - a bloody flying sword was hanging in front of Zhou Ji, pointing directly at him.

So Lou He narrowed his eyes, put down the scroll in his hand, and slowly sat up straight.

He stared at Zhou Ji for a while, nodded: "Neither Zeng nor Pan has such means, let alone Helian. Then you are Zhou Ji... No, Li Wuxiang? Hmm... OK, you are Li Wuxiang, you are really smart, how did you see that something was wrong last night? Oh, and..."

At this point, Lou He couldn't help frowning: "You also served as a garrison soldier? You... you... Oh, yes, you have been a garrison soldier in this coffin city for so many years, but I didn't know you before, you are really good. Hmm... Hmm?"

He frowned again as if he remembered something incomprehensible.

And Zhou Ji, at this time, felt itchy again. The name Li Wuxiang made him start to think again, who is Li Wuxiang? The more he thought about it, the more itchy he felt, the itch was unbearable, the itch was so severe that he pointed at Lou He with his flying sword, and slowly removed his helmet, scale armor, and leather boots with one hand.

He wanted to take off his clothes, but something seemed to be coming out of his body... He suddenly opened his mouth and made a retching sound. He felt that his eyeballs were swollen and seemed to fall out. The next moment, he heard two "pop" and "pop" sounds in his head, and his eyes really fell to his face.

Then, his face, neck, and chest burst into small, white lines, and then turned pink, and the blood that was torn and hot gushed out, and the organs and intestines flowed to the ground from the cracks in his chest and abdomen. Li Wuxiang suddenly broke free from this body of flesh and blood.

As if his body had been hollowed out, he fell backwards with a bang. Lou He's eyebrows jumped and he didn't say anything.

I am Li Wuxiang... Li Wuxiang didn't dare to be distracted, so he could only turn his head slightly and quickly glance at the corpse behind him, and the blood on the surface of the body was immediately sucked into his body.

That Zhou Ji... No, I am also Zhou Ji... I killed myself...

I... I... Taiyi...

This is Taiyi's help, this is Taiyi's method——

His consciousness suddenly became clear, as if a person was entangled by countless vines and was struggling to break free.

But this was not the first time he had experienced this situation. He had experienced it once when he woke up from the "Emperor" in the stove of the Xue family.

So he stared at Lou He and whispered, "Do you have any clothes to wear here?", while squeezing out the things that once belonged to Zhou Ji in his head bit by bit.

"Yes." Lou He calmly raised his hand and pointed to one side, "It's in the cabinet. Do you take it yourself, or I will take it."

"You go. Slowly. Senior Brother Lou, you should know how fast our flying sword is."

Not "once belonged to Zhou Ji", but he is Zhou Ji. Both Li Wuxiang and Zhou Ji. Li Wuxiang woke up from the stove of the Xue family, and Zhou Ji was born in the coffin city. But the two are one person, indisputable, ironclad fact - he even knows how many lives he had gone through and who he was before he was reborn as Zhou Ji in this life!

The scenes that rushed into his mind like a torrent before were his countless past lives!

Li Wuxiang wanted to think carefully and figure out this contradictory concept, but his mind seemed to hit an iron wall, and he only felt that it was indisputable - indisputable beyond all reason and cognition.

External evil... No, Taiyi did not simply put himself into the body of this Zhenbing named Zhou Ji, but asked himself to become him, replacing all his past lives!

He asked himself twice before, "Do you want my help?", and he should have asked this - he helped himself once, and the price was that a soul called "Zhou Ji" not long ago was completely wiped out from this world!

Li Wuxiang suddenly felt a chill in his body... He, now, this Li Wuxiang... was this the first time he appeared in this world?

Is this method... Taiyi's response to his previous words? Show his strength again?

Lou He walked over with a Taoist robe, stopped, threw it in front of Li Wuxiang, and slowly sat down again.

Li Wuxiang picked up the Taoist robe and put it on with one hand. Lou He smiled: "You don't need to be so afraid of me. It's true that my cultivation has been abolished. You are now a swordsman and you have such a good skin. I will not seek death."

He looked at Li Wuxiang carefully again and sighed: "Oh, you are very lucky. You have such a skin and you are a smart man. But this is bad luck for me. You should think of Come on, I should have been like you now."

Li Wuxiang put on his clothes, retreated to the door and stood looking at him: "Zhao Puppet told me something similar. Senior Brother Lou, was it you who taught Zhao Puppet how to refine Taiyi?"

"Um."

"Are you really a spy of the Sword Sect who taught you the true form?"

"Um."

"But if you are a spy, why did you have a fight with Wu Meng in the Mountain Lord's Mansion and then rush to destroy your cultivation?"

"Oh, you also know about this?" Lou He laughed, "You guys have been in Coffin City for less than a day, and you have figured out a lot."

Li Wuxiang nodded: "It's still a little bit off. Some things and details don't match up, such as what I just said."

Lou He was silent for a while, then laughed again: "You are so smart, why don't you think about it yourself?"

"I'm tired of thinking about it. All I meet are Riddlers. How about I ask Wu Meng what's going on. I guess Wu Meng doesn't know about Jin Tangzi."

At this time, the expression on Lou He's face changed slightly: "You meet him, and you can't leave. Li Wuxiang, I will show you the way - the man who has trapped you in the coffin city now The spell is called 'Jedi Tiantong'. It is easy to trap living people in the world, but you are already a ghost and immortal, so it is not difficult to get out."

"Jin Tangzi is not originally among the Three Realms and Five Elements. It can hide the soul. It is hidden, not contained or pretended. I will teach you a way. You can leave the coffin city. Go back and tell Mei Zhangjian, in this case, I will Let’s wait a few more decades.”