The earth shook all night long, making all the residents of Wuhui City tremble with fear, and many men tremblingly picked up their weapons.
The terrifying bright light, like daylight, lasted for more than ten minutes, making everyone think that the evil demon broke through the space crack again, causing panic for a time... In the end, the city lord's palace came forward to announce that it was a competition between the strongest in the imperial court, which caused resonance in the world.
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In this way, the people were appeased and at the same time happy.
Our ancient Qing Kingdom has such a terrifying and powerful man, so why worry about the vicious demon race being immortalized?
Afterwards, everyone fell asleep.
…
Night is still covering the earth.
In a luxurious mansion, a wealthy businessman and his wife were sleeping soundly.
Suddenly, the door was smashed directly.
A group of wolves and tigers guarding the city captured them directly from their beds.
"My official is a doctor and is very powerful in the hospital... How dare you arrest people..."
Kuota stared angrily and screamed.
"Hmph...it's you moths we're catching!"
In just over an hour, thousands of defenders in Wuhui City were dispatched... The homes of the doctors involved in the case were ransacked one after another.
Those family members were transformed from superiors to prisoners overnight.
That night, the death row in Wugui City was full!
…
dawn!
Some people who live by hard labor have already gotten up.
A middle-aged strong man skillfully put on tattered clothes with his feet... He looked at the six-year-old girl tenderly and picked up an ax in his mouth.
Without his arms, he could only make a living by chopping wood.
The strong man's teeth were almost rotten by holding an ax in his mouth to chop firewood all year round. He could only drink some porridge on weekdays and suffered severe pain when eating vegetables.
The wife felt unhappy and ran away with a wealthy businessman.
There are only two treasures left in his life.
One is a treasure, a daughter.
The other one is a porcelain jar, with the ashes of more than a dozen comrades mixed in it. They have long been indistinguishable from each other.
Of course, after his death, his ashes will be mixed into this altar.
They work together to kill the enemy during their lifetime, and after death they drink and talk happily in the underworld.
call!
Just then, a sudden gust of wind blew through the tattered curtains.
"who?"
The strong man's pupils suddenly froze, and the air became frosty with a sense of desolation that had been irrigated by mountains of swords and seas of blood for many years.
The ax handle in his mouth was bitten off directly.
Someone!
He looked around warily.
"father!"
At this time, the little girl rubbed her eyes in confusion:
"Dad, what is this?"
The little girl picked up a golden card from the pillow, her big eyes flashed, and she was very confused.
…
"Drink...ha..."
This is a dilapidated courtyard, and a dozen children inside have already woken up.
At this time, they were sweating profusely and punching hard one after another. Although they were young, they were still very powerful.
Children without parents may fall off the cliff with every step they take, so they know how to fight harder than anyone else.
They are war orphans.
This is the saddest group of children in the world.
But they were lucky, at least they didn't starve to death.
"Practice martial arts well and serve the country when you grow up, so that you can live up to your father who died in the war... Okay, let's have breakfast."
In the center of the courtyard, a blindfolded strong man flicked his sleeves and moved forward with the bamboo pole in his hand touching the ground.
The children rushed to the dinner table like crazy.
Although it was just some boiled sweet potatoes, the children ate it with gusto, as if it was the most fragrant meal in the world.
Only when you have been truly hungry can you understand that the only criterion for judging delicious food is whether it can be swallowed.
"Husband, please eat some too."
At this time, a woman came out of the back room. She was not beautiful, with a yellow face and many ravines.
"Woman, I have never left you all these years, and I have made it difficult for you."
The blind man sighed.
"If I choose you, I will be you for the rest of my life...Compared to others, I am much luckier. At least...you are still alive."
The woman smiled.
"It's a pity that these children don't even have enough to eat."
The blind man shook his head helplessly.
"Husband, this morning when I was cooking, I found a gold coin card on the table."
"It turned out to be 5 million gold coins... What do you think we should do?"
Suddenly, the woman felt uneasy, so she leaned into the blind man's ear and said.
…
In the ruined temple.
Under the bridge.
Beside the city wall.
…
That night, beside countless hard-working veterans, a gold coin card appeared inexplicably.
These veterans were holding gold coin cards and burst into tears.
"General, don't delay your future!"
Many veterans looked at the gust of wind, remained silent, and bowed with clasped fists.
This must be another general who withheld the spoils of war and secretly distributed some living expenses.
But they were holding gold coin cards and felt very uneasy inside.
The tragedy of General Hu Nanyang really should not happen again.
…
The tenth meridian that runs through the body is like a rolling river, causing spiritual power to flow endlessly.
The Flowing Wind Step was used to its limit, and Zhao Chu was like a gust of wind, constantly shuttling through the streets and alleys of Wuhui City.
The spiritual power of the tenth pulse was so surging that he could not even feel any fatigue... You must know that before, when he was at the ninth level of the spiritual pulse and had been running to the limit for so long, he should have been out of breath and exhausted his spiritual power.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Gold coin cards were scattered one after another, and Zhao Chu left without looking back.
He was afraid to see the smiling face of the veteran.
He was afraid of a hero kneeling down to thank him.
This kind of behavior should not appear on heroes... Post-war pensions are what they deserve, not in the form of charity.
For a whole hour, Zhao Chu walked under the flowing wind. On the complicated streets, a black shadow flickered like a ghost...like the wind, it seemed to surpass the wind.
…
Mechanically scatter gold coin cards.
Zhao Chu's mind was filled with those painful and unwilling faces.
And those twisted and ugly faces in Juxian Villa.
Wuhui City is just the tip of the iceberg... How many people in this huge dynasty have lost their lives.
He was angry, unwilling, and helpless.
be terribly upset.
Zhao Chu hated the dynasty for being insensitive, and also hated those veterans for holding on to their worthless glory without any regrets.
bother!
Ji Dongyuan, Ze Yanhua, Huang Lingling, Wang Junchen, Qing Xuanle...
bother!
Veterans, dynasty, military, moths...
bother!
My thoughts are so numb that my mind is almost bursting.
A splitting headache.
Zhao Chu wanted to scream, but couldn't open his mouth.
I don’t know when.
His turbulent thoughts suddenly calmed down...like the first drop of dew on the green leaves in the morning.
Zhao Chu stepped on the air and suddenly stood on the spot.
At this moment, Zhao Chu felt like he was in a vast desert. He was thirsty and hungry, like an exiled traveler. He even saw the scene after his own death.
Falling down with thirst.
The flesh and blood of the body were eaten by vultures.
A bare skeleton was finally buried by the sand under the scorching sun.
In the end, I became a grain of sand among trillions, inconspicuous.
Eternity, silence, no light, no way.
This is exile.
Lifelong exile.
It seemed as if ten thousand years had passed, and that yellow sand had witnessed tens of thousands of travelers dying of thirst, and had become the same indifferent yellow sand as him.
One day, a hand picked it up.
He was given bones, flesh, and skin again.
Zhao Chu followed the palm of his hand and saw a huge face... handsome as hell, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, very familiar.
boom!
He collapsed.
This face is obviously my own face.
For the sake of the tenth pulse, I was strangled by a space crack and my face was disfigured...and how could my appearance appear on other people's faces?
"Who are you?"
Looking up at the giant, Zhao Chu was as small as a grain of sand.
"I am Zhao Chu, and I am not Zhao Chu... I am the incomplete Zhao Chu."
The giant shattered into pieces and scattered into dots of starlight, covering the sky and the earth, even more dense than the vast yellow sand.
Then, everything in front of Zhao Chu's eyes cracked, shattered, and collapsed.
The endless, suffocating desert suddenly shattered.
boom!
Noisy, noisy, and all kinds of shouts came and went.
Zhao Chu opened his eyes suddenly.
Bang!
He was hit hard.
"You idiot, you're standing in the street and won't walk!"
One person was cursing.
Zhao Chu touched his cheek, but there were still scars everywhere.
In front of you is a busy market. This is the largest vegetable market in Wuhui City, with a mixture of good and bad.
Look up at the sky, the sun has come out.
Before I knew it, more than two hours had passed.
"What happened in the desert just now?"
Zhao Chu was covered in cold sweat.
The death just now, the eternal exile in the desert, is vivid in my mind, and I am immersed in it.
boom!
At this moment, the demon mirror in his eyes flashed with cold light, causing severe pain in Zhao Chu's left eye.
The mirror image Sumeru appears!
"What... Bodhisattva? Are you Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara?"
At this moment, Zhao Chu was stunned and looked in disbelief.
Opposite the mirror, there is a person sitting cross-legged!
He has an ordinary appearance. He does not have the invincible aura of Hong Duanya, nor the domineering attitude of Fu Lusheng who can destroy the world with one hand.
But behind him, endless arms grew.
These arms are long, short, thick, thin... and the palms on the arms, some have only one finger, and some are fan-shaped, full of fingers.
These arms are either writing or painting... there are also those cooking, making clay figurines... it's so dazzling, it's so dizzying that it's hard to describe.
"I am the Lord of the Wansheng Realm, Ruyihai!"
"By chance, you can open up a spiritual arm, which is also a great opportunity!"
Ruyihai smiled slightly, and an arm behind his back penetrated the mirror image directly, and his fingertips touched Zhao Chu's forehead.
At the same time, Zhao Chu felt a sudden pain in his back, as if his bones were exploding.
arm!
Zhao Chubo was dumbfounded.
He raised three palms and almost choked.
That’s right!
Three.
He was born with two palms... At this moment, he had an extra third arm inexplicably.
Completely transparent.
This palm has no bones and can be changed in length at will... Because there are no joint restrictions, the five fingers are as flexible as a snake's rope.
"No need to be surprised, this is the opportunity you earned from a narrow escape!"
"With the Demonic Mirror in hand, your spiritual power will be outstanding. This is inevitable... There are yin and yang in everything. You have extraordinary understanding and memory, but you will also be disturbed by more worries."
"During this period, your heart has experienced a lot of trauma, and your mind can hardly bear it... war, fighting, close friends, love, betrayal, trampling, humiliation, helplessness, anger... So that desert catastrophe is something you must go through.
Lucky for you, you found an outlet."
"After Nirvana and rebirth, your spirit takes form, which is equivalent to recasting your limbs, so that your spiritual arm is completed... Congratulations!"
Ruyihai seemed to be able to see through everything about Zhao Chu, and explained with a smile.
"The outlet... is the gold coin card?"
Zhao Chu clenched his transparent palms and muttered to himself...but his pupils were as clear as crystal, shining with the luster of enlightenment.
Ruyihai is right, he has experienced the fighting on the battlefield without regrets, Ji Dongyuan's death in battle, Ze Yanhua's marriage, and the miserable endings of countless veterans...especially Qing Xuanle's trampling.
He also suffered from the fear of disfigurement and was paralyzed for two months.
Zhao Chu was so distraught that he couldn't sleep at all and almost collapsed.
You know, before participating in the Tianjiao preview battle, Zhao Chu was just a waste with two awakenings, discussing how to survive with Ji Dongyuan.
Everything is coming towards us like a flash flood and a tsunami.
Yesterday, the miserable state of the world in Juxian Villa made him extremely angry.
All the emotions converged into a devil, dragging him into the illusion of life and death... and his behavior of distributing nearly 100 million gold coins was his only outlet.
Although it was insignificant, Zhao Chu had a clear conscience.
No matter how tall you are, it can only be as high as the sky... I am within my ability, so I have a clear conscience.
This is his understanding.
His understanding saved lives.
"If you specialize in sub-professions, this spiritual arm will be even more powerful. Remember not to waste it."
"Help you recast your spiritual arm. I have completed the cause and effect of the Demon Mirror. See you again if we are destined!"
The wishful sea disappears.
Zhao Chu's mind left the mirror, and he looked at the bustling vegetable market, as if he had come to life again.
A pickpocket quietly stole the grocery shopping lady's purse. The thief was happily counting the harvest, but he didn't realize that his own purse had already disappeared.
There was an extra money bag in the vegetable seller's pocket, with more gold coins in it.
Spiritual arm!
A third hand?
"After three months of absence, it's time to return to Xiangfeng City!"
"By the way, let me ask Lu Xiu Ming about my restoration of appearance... Wearing a mask is not an option after all."
Zhao Chu looked at the sky and stepped lightly with the sole of his foot.
In the next breath, a black shadow disappeared from Wuhui City.