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At this time, Lan Ruo, who was standing beside Wu Qi, watched Wang Ji crawling towards Kuigu little by little, looking at his current appearance, and frowned. I watched that child grow up, and now I can only watch him like this, quite distressed: "Can't you really help them?"

"Yes!" Wu Qi stiffly snapped a word out of his mouth. But without waiting for Lan Ruo to ask how to help him without offending Taiyi, Wu Qi followed up and said, "However, I won't let you help him now." ”

Hearing his words, Lan Ruo knew that Wu Qi must have his own reasons for saying this, but he still looked at Wu Qi sideways. If you can't give me a reason, even if you have your own plans, I won't do what you want.

"He's a phoenix! The phoenix will become more dazzling after experiencing the suffering of Nirvana. Right now, this is his first nirvana. Now if you help him, you are holding this phoenix in the nest all the time, so that he cannot show himself freely, and you are hindering him. Of course, Wu Qi knew what Lan Ruo meant by looking at him sideways like this, and he didn't want to ruin Wang Ji's chance because of Lan Ruo's casual move.

"You mean, he's transforming! he's feeling himself! he's asking his heart!" Lan Ruo turned his head to look down in disbelief, Wang Ji now looked as if he was a cripple, so pitiful that people felt sour in their hearts. But inside, he is actually realizing his own heart, and he has actually begun to find his own path!

Is he a monster?

You must know that you have been cultivating to the current state for thousands of years, but you still haven't been able to see yourself clearly, let alone ask your heart!

That is a conscience! It means that if Wang Ji can live today, whether he can understand his heart or not, he will be swept away from many obstacles on his future path. The strong may not be able to do it, but the one who can do it will inevitably be the strong. And Wang Ji, he is already destined to become a strong man, as long as he does not die young.

"How can you tell that he is asking his heart?" Suddenly Lan Ruo remembered that although the strength of the Wu Zhu next to him was very strong, but when it came to the realm, the two of them were only half a catty, and he didn't think that he could see through the things he couldn't understand.

"I'm a witch. Wu Qi raised his finger and pointed to his head.

Seeing Wu Qi's action, Lan Ruo remembered something. Although Wu Qi and his own realm are half a catty and eight taels, he can't stand the countless old monsters in his mind who want to see and remember.

"Wu Zhu, it's really a bunch of outsiders outside the specifications. Lan Ruo was a little helpless.

"So what, now Wu Zhu is only ......" Speaking of this, Wu Qi suddenly realized that some words were not said casually, and quickly swallowed back the three words "I one" that he was about to blurt out.

You must know that although Wu Zhu is already weak, and they have not appeared in the world for a long, long time, they are still one of the shackles that can restrain and deter all the cultivators in the world.

However, even if Wu Qi had already closed his mouth in time, it still aroused the curiosity in Lan Ruo's heart: "What's left?"

"There is only one left, only a witch temple that guards the Southern Wilderness. Okay, I don't want to talk about this, so let's continue to pay attention to Wang Ji's condition. Wu Qi casually said that there was only one witch hall left as a response, and then his face sank and said that he didn't want to talk about this kind of thing.

However, Lan Ruo didn't suspect that Wu Qi had deceived her, because the entire Kyushu knew that Wu Zhu, the oldest cultivator, was indeed scattered and there was only one witch hall left guarding the Southern Wilderness. Although even in such a situation, they were still one of the shackles that bound all cultivators, it was normal for Wu Qi to not want to talk about this kind of thing as a witch prayer.

Therefore, after Wu Qi didn't want to continue talking about this matter, she also turned her attention back to Wang Ji.

Although Wang Ji was still crawling at this time, because the underworld had never stopped the action of the imperial envoy's magic weapon attacking them, Wang Ji was actually about to be completely exhausted.

Not just physically, but more mentally exhausted. However, in such a situation, although there are more and more voices of various quarrels in his consciousness, the load on his spirit and mental strength is also increasing.

But his mind was inexplicably very clear, and even if those voices acted directly on his consciousness, his mind was not affected by the slightest. Instead, he was like a bystander, watching the different voices arguing in his own consciousness. Then, from the voices of the quarrels, he discerned those things that he identified with, and slowly incorporated them into his own thoughts.

He didn't know that his current state was called conscience, but he instinctively felt that this was a good thing that was unattainable for him.

Slowly, as time went by, Wang Ji gained more and more things from those quarrels. It's just that as he gains more, he seems to feel that there is another being in his consciousness who is collecting things that are diametrically opposed to all his ideas. It's just that he feels that an existence is very familiar to him, but if he wants to tell what that existence is, he can't tell it at all.

Under such circumstances, all Wang Ji can do is to concentrate on the things that he agrees with from the quarrels in his consciousness and strive to incorporate them into his own ideas.

It's just that if you look at it from the outside world, you can find that although Wang Ji is still crawling, it is completely an unconscious behavior. Moreover, as the pressure in his consciousness became greater and greater, and his mental energy was consumed more and more, his face began to look very unsightly.

If he is allowed to continue to be immersed in such a state, if he does not wake up in time, even if he can ask his heart, he will die due to excessive mental energy consumption at the moment of asking his heart.

Lan Ruo, who had been paying attention to him, didn't know what was going on in his consciousness at this time, but she could also feel the breath coming from him, and he was already in danger of wanting to be.

Of course, Wu Qi, who was standing with Lan Ruo, also felt Wang Ji's current state, but he didn't have much worry.

Because in Wu Qi's eyes, the phoenix image on Wang Ji's body, which represents his luck, has spread its wings and is ready to fly.