Chapter 22 Power Price

(Thanks to Dubu Guli De***, Sweat, I'm a little thicker, but who would think I'm thicker?)

"Wu Ji, Lord Wu Ji, what are you afraid of? Could it be that your weakness in the Dharma is really in this book of memory?"

"It's useless to block it. You can block it for a while, but you can't block it for a lifetime. I have sufficient reserves of incense, and I can only realize it for ten years. Have you blocked it for ten years?"

"Hey, don't say anything. If I don't see through your memory today, I won't look back."

...

As an otaku who has been intoxicated in his own world for the first eighteen years, even if he has stepped on the Shinto, he can continue to talk about it for three days and three nights.

Completely, there is no God’s enlightenment!

"you……"

Wu Ji only said one word and stopped talking. She was unable to answer Lu Zhao's various questions at this moment. She was concentrating on defending her dusty memory, for fear that Lu Zhao would see through it.

If there is something in this world that Wu Ji is most afraid of, it must be Wu Ji’s memory, that innocent memory about her before she embarked on the path of divineness.

She didn't expect that the memory she had been covered would be exposed, of course, Lu Zhao didn't expect it either.

The portrait of Wu Ji Chenfeng is so beautiful, beautiful and lovely, everyone loves it, and flowers are...

But now, her body has not counted on her aging, and her face has become very disgusting. Even if she wants to vomit after seeing it, she will tell herself with tears: This is only temporary. No matter what the price she pays, she must save her strength and find her former face.

But the difficulty of "retrieving" is not ordinary. Lu Zhao inherited the Taixu method because of "the truth in his heart", while Wu Ji inherited the Mengpo method because of "sacrifice", which sacrificed her beautiful face.

These memories made Lu Zhao speechless. As the saying goes, the unfortunate people in this world have all kinds of misfortunes, and Wu Ji's misfortune is also one of them.

Wu Ji practiced the principle of forgetting worries, but she retained a memory that constantly caused her sorrow in her deepest heart.

"Lu Zhao, you dare to, you really dare to open the dusty memories of this palace. You forced me to forget, forcing me to forget..."

Wu Ji closed her eyes silently.

For a moment, Wu Ji's heart began to panic. She was helpless and could only choose to force herself to forget this memory. [Forgetfulness] was endlessly released from Wu Ji, and even had the effect of reorganizing the spiritual realm, conveying the trend of clear will.

Although he had not personally experienced what happened to Wu Ji, at this moment, he still sighed from the heart from the various pasts of this successor of Meng Po.

With this enlightenment, Lu Zhao decided to call the gold and withdraw his troops and no longer continue watching.

The price of gaining power is actually what a woman cares about the most.

How cruel is this?

Lu Zhao understood a little about why Wu Ji's personality was so extreme. He had to kill each other with disagreement.

But the matter obviously did not end with Lu Zhao's stopping, and the atmosphere at the scene became more and more depressing.

"Heavenly sees mercy. I just want to find out from the memory of this old witch's memory whether there are any weaknesses in the method she has practiced. Who knows that the information I got was so explosive. This old witch was actually a beautiful girl when she was young. Oh my God, you are so... so... so fair."

The sarcastic words that Lu Zhao said were one after another. As an insightful young man in the new era, he knew very well that a woman always valued her appearance, otherwise why would so many people have plastic surgery every year?

Although I know that sprinkling salt on other people's wounds is a bad behavior, Lu Zhao's children are at the moment, and their demeanor of masters and respecting their opponents... they are all left behind by Lu Zhao.

He only knew that Wu Ji once wanted to take his life, but now he is caught by him, so how can he not put any harm in the wrong?

Hahahahahahahaha...

Wu Ji laughed nervously. She had been sleeping for more than 100,000 years in ancient times. As soon as she woke up, she was slapped hard, which made her feel frustrated.

"Little Bastard, you're too bullying!" Wu Ji looked calm, but the spiritual power flashing in the divine seal suddenly doubled.

After saying the word "天", a cold light burst out from Wu Ji's eyebrows, and the feminine divine power turned into a chain. It roared, mixed with the pure pressure of the divine power, and bombarded the monument again on the realm of the human king aura.

"Don't call me so intimate. Although you are an old man, this cannot be a reason for me to fight and let go." Lu Zhao decided to stick to the rogue spirit to the end.

This battle is a battle at the consciousness level, and Lu Zhao used his strategy to attack the heart well, so he could make Wu Ji in a dilemma at this moment.

This time, Wu Ji did not reply because her consciousness was trapped by her own heart and fell into an illusion.

"Sir..."

The collision between God and God!

In the rage, Wu Ji not only did not increase the power of her divine realm, but instead plummeted. The divine realm she inherited from Meng Po was already flawed, and she buried a time bomb in the depths of her soul.

Lu Zhao detonated the time bomb at this moment, and Wu Ji's body dropped to about 30% in an instant. Not to mention killing Lu Zhao, I was afraid that even breaking the kingly siege and self-protection would be a problem.

In ancient times, she gave up everything she could give up in exchange for the opportunity to have the power to dominate the world.

Unexpectedly, this glory was ruthlessly trampled on by a celestial being in the Dharma-Ending Age countless years later.

In ancient times, she was so young and beautiful that she practiced the divine principles of the underworld for her strength. The evil magic destroyed her body, making her short, thick and fat, with bumpy skin, and a pair of ugly chins like green pebbles.

After awakening, it still looks like this.

But at least, her divine seal is still there. As long as she collects enough vows, she can continue the unfinished career in ancient times, evolve the incomplete God of Death in the divine seal, and ascend to the throne of the underworld.

She once swore that only by ascending the throne would she unblock this memory. Who knew that human calculations were not as good as heaven’s calculations. This memory was reappeared on earth today by Lu Zhao’s hands.

At this moment, Wu Ji's divine realm had boiled again. She was about to forget herself. Her infinite thoughts were infused into her divine realm. Under the infusion of this huge will, the originally flawed realm actually transformed.

"Hey, it's worth breaking the past and forgetting yourself. Wu Ji, is it worth it for you to give up yourself like this?" Lu Zhao said.

"Oh?" Wu Ji responded lightly, without responding to Lu Zhao's provocation. Her whole aura seemed to have changed.

Lu Zhao's provocation was like a punch in the water, and he didn't even get a wave, so he had no choice but to do so.

"Eighth-grade divine power-Forget-Worry Sky!"

Although Wu Ji, the descendant of Meng Po, has not woken up for a long time and is still at the level of eighth-grade divine power, she is an ancient god tens of thousands of years ago. Although she is the highest in history, she is a first-grade spiritual official and has never ascended to the throne of the True King, Lu Zhao is only a seventh-grade spiritual official.

In fact, Wu Ji is slightly better at grasping the origin and power, because her source of power mainly comes from understanding the laws, rather than relying on incense, which means that she is better at understanding the laws, and Lu Zhao's advantage is that the Reincarnation Dao is his home court, and his incense reserves are more than Wu Ji.

Wu Ji, who has the Forgetful Worry Domain, was filled with the Forgetful Worry Aura in the Domain, and the huge sky also fell from the sky. The aura of the entire Domain boiled and was free to do so.

The Forgetful God's Divine Law, which was blown out from the Wu Ji's divine nature, suddenly came to the stone tablet and turned into a small-scale divine breeze on the spot, spreading to all directions.

"Flick!"

The invasion of the Forget-Word God's Left directly caused a gust of wind to hang out of thin air in Lu Zhao's world, as if a devastating breeze blew through his mind, trying to destroy his foundation.

"forget!"

For a time, there was only one sound left in the hemispherical barrier with the monument as the pillar. The wind clone protected Chu Shang with its own divine power, but it could not stop the breeze from impacting the body of the monument.

"This is……."

Feeling this divine power carrying the Forgetful Attribute, Lu Zhao's expression was shocked!

Wu Ji's mouth raised slightly, and she looked like she was sure to win.

The reason why Tianzhi is called Tianzhi is because their divinity has been sublimated, they have realized the Tao, and have come into contact with a brand new realm - the projection of the blessed land!

After understanding the Tao in their hearts, their consciousness, will, and artistic conception will be comprehensively improved, a sublimation in the depths of the soul, so that the gods can flourish and reach a level that is sufficient to form a projection of the blessed land!

Many people who were interested watched, but their hearts swayed at the moment when Wu Ji's divine nature sublimated, and they were actually affected by this new and Forgetful Sky. Even if they only felt a trace of divine nature overflowing from the sky, they would faintly have a thought of forgetting the supreme and forgottenness.

horrible!

Wu Ji entered the core area covered by the human king's aura. The divine sound became more and more grand, and it gradually turned into a spell all over the sky, resounding throughout the entire space.

"I am so deathful, and I am so forgot about death! Abandoning that little obsession can make the projection of my blessed land perfect. This trick is to thank fellow Taoist Lu Zhao for helping me get rid of my troubles."

After a long period of depression, Wu Ji walked in the Tianmen Square, followed by a hundred powerful and powerful children. They seemed to regard Wu Ji as the leader, crossed their hands and fingers, pinched out magic tricks, their eyes were confused, and the aura on their bodies gradually showed signs of awakening. (The cult should deal with severe blows)

Although the situation is facing Wu Ji's side, it is not yet uncontrollable.

Wu Ji's expression changed slightly, and the murderous intent in her eyes became unprecedentedly sharp. She shouted loudly: "Lu Zhao, give up, I have seen that the body of your clone is this stone tablet. When my Forget-Wretch God destroys the laws in this stone tablet, it is easy for me to capture your clone at that time."

Lu Zhao snorted coldly in his heart and said carelessly: "Oh? You want to use my clone to exchange for the promise to return to the Four Ancient States. Is it really worth your money to do something like this?"

Wu Ji vomited a breath of turbid air from a distance, calming her expression and said, "Not bad! That's what I mean."

"Then, I only have one word to give to you, and you are destined to be disappointed." Lu Zhao said slowly, his expression cold and his eyes shot towards Wu Ji like a sharp sword.

"Is that so? You..." Before Wu Ji could finish her words, something happened in the monument.
Chapter completed!