Chapter 122: The true source is not taken, the false traces are chased by the world

Looking down at the diamond bracelet on my left wrist, it was vibrating slightly.

"Do you want me to die?! So sudden. Also, keep your voice down!"

[You should note that Zhang Boduan and others have accumulated countless experiences. Sometimes, age represents strength. They are the founders of the field, not the teachers.]

[With your current status, you are not worthy of creating a domain...]

The corner of Murong Ji's mouth twitched. Really... How much does this person look down on me?

Feeling that his vision was gradually returning, he stood up by holding onto the stone wall and looked out the window again. Inside the valley, Xu Zhu walked to the protruding stone.

I pushed hard, but it didn't move.

Murong Ji's expression changed, Xu Zhu was about to come in.

", By the way, what do you mean by anchor point? Can I go to a higher level world?"

After waiting for a while and wanting to ask again, Xu Zhu's shadow suddenly appeared not far away. It felt as if he walked out of the mural on the wall.

Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little unhappy. Wuyazi's internal strength of 87 years! He was using it for the benefit of others.

"Donor, Amitabha." Xu Zhu saluted timidly. At this moment, he looked like someone who was used to being bullied.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, turned his head to look inside the cave, pointed, and motioned him to go into the cave.

Xu Zhu understood, bowed to Murong Ji, turned around and walked into the cave.

Murong Ji sighed softly, Wuyazi, your life span is over today. Unconsciously, his brows were stained with some sorrow, and he stared blankly at the fight between Duan Yanqing and Ding Chunqiu outside.

"Junior brother! Junior brother!"

Tong Piaoyun's crying woke Murong Ji up and he hurried into the cave.

Looking at the dying Wuyazi, his face was pale, leaning on Tong Piaoyun's shoulder, breathing in less than out.

He walked forward and probed the meridians, and found that they were already dry. The person's life span had come to an end, and even if he wanted to use his inner strength to stay alive, it would be of no use.

This was the case with his master Zhang Boduan. If internal energy could prolong one's life, then Zhang Boduan could live four or five hundred years.

such a pity.

"My fellow Taoist, please help me kill someone because we have a relationship as a master and a disciple."

Murong Ji was startled. He knew who it was. After thinking for a while, he nodded and agreed, "Okay, tell me who it is."

"Ding Chunqiu. I will not be satisfied until he dies."

"Ah? Killing people? You absolutely cannot do that. Three donors, please listen to my advice. Killing people..." Xu Zhu said as he walked forward, wanting to persuade them.

Murong Ji's face darkened, and he flicked his sleeves fiercely, "Get out of here!"

This time, the force was quite strong. Xu Zhu staggered backwards and sat down on the ground.

Murong Ji frowned and took a quick glance. If Xu Zhu had no internal strength, he would have crashed into the wall and died by now.

Looking back at Wuyazi who was barely breathing, he moved closer again and instantly smelled a rotten odor.

Murong was not unfamiliar with this smell; it was the smell of a dead person.

"It smells bad, right? Haha, cough, cough, the purpose of practicing Taoism is nothing more than to achieve longevity. Internal force can stimulate the vitality of the body's organs and keep them in the best condition." "It's a pity that it can't delay the failure and decay of the organs."

Murong Ji sighed lightly and said, "Don't worry, senior. Ding Chunqiu will definitely die in my hands."

Wuyazi nodded, lost his breath, and gradually died.

Tong Piaoyun stared at Wuyazi's body in a daze, feeling lost. Then a relieved expression appeared on his face, as if he had let go of some knot in his heart.

Xu Zhu climbed up and stood in front of Murong Ji, clasping his hands together, "Donor Murong, killing is a sin, let alone killing people. Please listen to me..."

Murong Ji's face darkened, and he waved his sleeves again, "What do I want to do have to do with you!"

This time Xu Zhu was prepared and just staggered back a few steps.

Murong Ji's face didn't look good. Duan Yu was a lucky guy with great luck, but he could tell right from wrong.

This Xu Zhu didn't ask any questions and directly said "Don't kill"! Suddenly, Murong Ji felt that it was really a waste of Wuyazi's internal strength to pass it on to him.

Thinking of this, his face became even gloomier. If Xu Zhu could really make good use of his internal energy, it would be difficult for him to kill him now.

The next moment, Murong Ji suddenly appeared in front of Xu Zhu, grabbed his shoulder, and was about to activate the Bei Ming Divine Art to absorb the internal force back.

Murong Ji felt a sudden pain in his left wrist and came back to his senses in an instant. He fixed his eyes on the diamond bracelet, [Is this a reminder to myself?! Is there something wrong with Wuyazi's internal strength, or...]

Then I noticed that Xu Zhu only had seventy years of internal energy? ! ! ! Seventeen years less.

He suddenly let go of Xu Zhu's shoulders and said in a cold voice: "Do you know who Ding Chunqiu is? He can't be killed? He can't be killed?!!"

Xu Zhu's face was full of compassion, and he clasped his hands together, "Donor, although he is a great villain, he..."

Murong Ji's heart was filled with murderous intent. He took over Xu Zhu's words and said coldly, "But he also has a chance to repent? ! ! We should give him a chance to repent, right?!"

"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha instantly?!!!" His breathing became heavy. The Virgin Mary is sometimes more vicious than the evil ones.

Xu Zhu's face was full of confusion, and finally he said: "What are you talking about? He is a great villain, but there is no real evidence of his evil deeds. What if he killed the wrong person?"

"Besides, what if all the people he killed were his enemies? Karma is cyclical, and we shouldn't interfere."

Murong Ji looked better, and he was not stupid. He nodded, "You make sense." His tone was much calmer.

Glancing at Xu Zhu, Murong Ji was startled. Something was wrong with him! Thinking back, his face froze. This was jealousy. Seventy years of skill!
This is not cabbage! It is not gold or silver jewelry either.

This is the pure internal strength of a master of his generation, accumulated over a lifetime, seventy years!

Murong Ji exhaled slowly, and kept reminding himself that a gentleman loves money but gets it in a proper way.

But can this be compared with money? If he had this skill, he would have to walk seventy years less!

Perhaps if I work hard to improve my character, I might even surpass Zhang Boduan, Lü Zu, and Chen Tuan!
Thinking of this, Murong Ji's eyes turned red.

The Vajra Bracelet shook slightly again. Murong Ji lowered his head to look at his left wrist, feeling a little impatient.

"Boy, the true source is useless, and the false traces are pursued by the world. You have already got a great opportunity, why bother about the petty gains!?"

Murong Ji turned his head with a stiff expression and looked at Tong Piaoyun. At this time, she had already dealt with Wuyazi.

It sounds so easy? ! Seventy years of pure internal energy! A tiny profit? ! !
(End of this chapter)