Ming Dynasty Emperor System

He lay motionless on his back, with a pool of blood underneath him, and the coquettish red color was still jumping out of his chest.

"Yes!" The pig patted his head vigorously and grinned, "You can't eat the souls of the bald donkey and the faceless monster, so why not give them to him!"

Just as he was told, the pig put both hooves into its mouth with great effort and buckled them hard.

"Uh-uh-uh!"

Two dim lights, one gold and one gray, were caught between the pig's hooves.

Zhu's face turned red, and he walked to Master Wuchao's side with great difficulty, swaying as if the two groups of dim light were extremely heavy.

"Hey-hey, let me in!"

The pig aimed at Master Wuchao's cut open chest and threw two balls of light into it.

A strange scene appeared.

A pool of blood floated up, accompanied by wisps of coquettish red, and flowed back to the opening on his chest.

When all the blood flows back, the wound heals quickly.

He woke up and complained:

"Where is it this time... Damn it! Why is it you, a pig again!"

"Hey, I'm not worried because I saw you passed out in the wilderness... No, I've been waiting for more than 1000 years for you to wake up."

"I slept for more than 1000 years? Where did I fart? I am a mortal, how can I have such a long life!"

"Oh, maybe that old woman in Houtu thinks you are handsome, so she is reluctant to accept you! Don't worry about these details!"

"Well...that makes sense."

He touched his face seriously and suddenly showed an extremely vulgar expression.

Unknowingly, two rays of light, one golden and one gray, shot out from his eyes, which was extremely strange.

The pig shuddered, looked around, turned around and ran away without saying hello.

"Hey, why are you going? I haven't thanked you properly yet!"

"No need - I, the locust, do good deeds and never leave my name behind~"

"Don't leave! I still have a lot of food here! Take some back!"

"My wife is about to give birth - I have to rush back, bye -"

The pig's voice became weaker and weaker, and its back gradually faded away. He shouted a few more times, but when there was no movement, he had to give up.

"What an interesting pig...it turns out to be called Locust!"

He shook his head and smiled bitterly, picked up the cane on the ground, and suddenly discovered that there was a trace of blood red on the sharp point at the top.

"Damn it - it's not a dream?!" He seemed to remember something in a daze, and his expression was startled, "Damn it, that dead pig couldn't really eat my heart!!!"

……

The Taoist clone touched his chin with a look of helplessness.

Looking at Master Wuchao who was in a mutated state in front of him, he didn't know where to start for a moment.

"My lord." The voice of the little Martial God came from behind, "I was in a daze before and couldn't control my emotions. I caused many offenses. Please punish me, my lord!"

The Taoist clone turned his head, only to see the little Martial God kneeling on the ground, kowtowing heavily.

"Okay, don't do this with me. If it wasn't for my main body to control my consciousness, I'm afraid that even if you kowtow for 1 years, the clone won't even pay attention to you!" The Dao realm clone looked at the little Martial God coldly for a while, and finally sighed. His tone was, "Just figure it out and get up."

The little Martial God stood up and looked at the Dao Realm clone. The two of them had a tacit understanding not to mention the scene that happened before.

"My lord, what's wrong with this stinky Taoist priest? When the game of life and death started, wasn't it still fine?" asked the little Martial God.

"I also want to know what happened to him."

The Taoist clone sighed again. What was different from before was that this time his tone was very serious:

"Originally, he just received some mysterious messages and showed signs of being possessed. Just keep it stable. But I just went down to comfort you. When I came back, I found that he was relieved of the obsession, but his state was inexplicably out of control. .”

"Out of control?" Xiao Wushen frowned, "How to lose control? Even you can't deduce the reason? Is there a way to solve it?"

At this moment, Master Wuchao is no longer shrouded in black energy, and the demonic soul breath that escaped behind him has retracted into his body, and the breath he exudes has also changed from chaos to stability.

Except for his face that was distorted from time to time, he looked extremely normal.

"It's very troublesome to deduce. I have seen similar situations, so I can get some clues. He should have been affected by some kind of power in the cliff tower, causing his consciousness and soul to be unable to synchronize, and he was always in a semi-virtual state. In a semi-realistic illusion.”

"Isn't it enough to sort out his soul and consciousness directly?" Xiao Wushen said naturally.

Regarding this state of out-of-sync between soul and consciousness, Xiao Wushen followed the common sense of the first generation and the general way to deal with it is to ask a high-level soul practitioner to use soul power to treat the chaotic consciousness and the soul that has fallen into chaos. Just comb it out.

Since Master Wuchao himself did not suffer any harm and was unable to wake up due to problems with the spiritual level above the physical body, the only effective method is to nourish the soul with the soul and attack the spirit with the spirit.

But the Dao Realm clone obviously doesn't think so. He is stronger than Xiao Wushen, and he knows Master Wuchao better than him. From the same perspective, what he can see is different.

"It's not that simple. If we touch his soul and consciousness rashly, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary trouble."

The Taoist clone stepped forward and placed his hand on Master Wuchao's forehead. The light bloomed and everything became transparent. Xiao Wushen observed attentively.

"Look -" With a thought in the Tao realm, the original Tao power emerged from the palm of his hand, carefully passing through Master Wuchao's external barrier, intending to head towards the sea of ​​consciousness.

But just when the original power was about to touch the edge of the sea of ​​consciousness, two rays of light, one gold and one gray, flickered out, directly whipping the original power back into the palm of the Tao realm clone.

"What the hell is this?" Little Martial God trembled in shock and said in disbelief: "The original power can't even withstand one of their blows?"

The Dao realm clone shook his head, "I was afraid of hurting Wu Chao's consciousness, so I didn't try my best and only released a very small amount of the original Dao power. But even so, those two rays of light were amazing and powerful. It’s comparable to a half-saint’s full blow!”

"A half-saint's full blow? To what extent? Me?" Xiao Wushen secretly smacked his tongue, "How can the smelly Taoist have power beyond the peak of Da Luo Jinxian in his body? Unless you have the help of the Lord, otherwise, it will definitely Impossible!"

The Dao realm clone curled his lips and looked at the matter-of-fact look on Xiao Wushen's face. He was speechless for a while, then nodded and sighed:

"Almost, the situation is like this anyway. There is no way to force it. We can only look at Wuchao's own luck. We may have to wait for a while... It's really troublesome."

"My Lord, you are not in a hurry..."

"What can we do if we are in a hurry? Do you mean that we will ignore Wuchao now, continue to climb up, get out of the cliff tower, and leave him here to fend for himself?"

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that. I definitely didn't mean that! It's just that I don't think it's an option to wait like this. Who knows how long this stinking Taoist priest will have to sleep before he wakes up!"

Xiao Wushen smiled, but he was secretly happy in his heart.

If the stinky Taoist priest Wuchao died in that half-illusion and half-real illusion, or if he and his Taoist clone left him and continued on the road, wouldn't it be wonderful without such a mean-mouthed guy?