Both attacks took a toll on each other, and the two wrapped around each other in an eerie posture and let out a roar of pain.

"You madman, stop me..."

The pain from both temples made him desperate and frantically drive his spiritual power to churn in Wang Jiang's body, and the intense pain made him unable to think calmly, instinctively just wanted to get rid of such pain first.

And Wang Jiang was naturally uncomfortable, even if it was a Dao body with strong recovery ability, it couldn't withstand the external spiritual power raging in the body, the ribs were all broken, and the internal organs were stirred up.

Wang Jiang, whose eyes were blood-red, laughed when he heard his shout, for some reason the pain in his body only made him more excited, the hands that held the river law enforcement Tianhua flashed dazzling light, and the thunder patterns in the center of his eyebrows also jumped continuously, and the power gathered by the thunder and white light on his five fingers was constantly attacking the head of the river law enforcement.

However, the gap between Wang Jiang and He's cultivation was too big, and although such an attack had caused him a lot of damage, he couldn't go any further.

"It's still a little bit worse!" Wang Jiang thought to himself.

Although his own attack caused great pain to the river law enforcement, it was still too difficult to kill a monk who had completed the foundation building like this, after all, he was still a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, and it was already very powerful to be able to do this.

Ha, ha... Wang Jiang's hands were still pressed against the temples on both sides of him, and the mixed power of thunder and white light from his five fingers made his consciousness a little weak, but this state only lasted for a while, and soon he ran a certain divine soul type exercise to stabilize.

The five holes continued to bleed, but the river law enforcement said to Wang Jiang ruthlessly, "You want to fight me, but unfortunately you are not qualified enough!" ”

"Since I can't get it, then just destroy it, it's a pity!"

Holding the long sword that pierced Wang Jiang's body with both hands, it slowly rotated, from the beginning of the vertical into horizontal, and the screeching sound of the bones and the long sword scraping could be heard at this little change.

The pain came from the bones of the long sword, and the hands that clamped the river law enforcement also worked harder, and both sides injured each other by a thousand enemies and eight hundred themselves.

With such a deadly fighting style, Wang Jiang, who has a low cultivation, is obviously at a loss, he does not have the support of a deep cultivation like the river law enforcement, and it will only be him who will die if he continues like this, and there will be no other possibilities.

"Ha, haha, die, give me death!"

He couldn't bear the pain from his divine sense, and he just wanted to kill Wang Jiang who was entangled in front of him first, and as for the big opportunity on Wang Jiang's body, he also had to be able to take his life!

One laughed, the other screamed in pain.

After a while, cracks began to appear in the area where the sword had been pierced, spreading around the body.

The spiritual power in Wang Jiang's body emanated from these cracks, and the pure spiritual power of the real realm seemed to exude a slight pale golden light compared to the ordinary spiritual power of the river law enforcement.

The passage of spiritual power caused Wang Jiang to quickly weaken, and the river law enforcement, who knew that everything was a foregone conclusion, did not continue to apply spiritual power to the long sword, but was still slid from the long sword by the weakened Wang Jiang and fell rapidly from the air.

Burst... The physical condition of the river law enforcement at the end of everything is not very good, the divine consciousness is turbulent, and the spiritual power in the body is uncontrollable and begins to eat himself, and there is a feeling of going crazy.

A stumbling followed Wang Jiang from a high altitude, but he

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Fortunately, he can still maintain a layer of spiritual power to protect himself, and falling from a high altitude has no effect on him.

Bang, bang, bang, Wang Jiang, who fell to the ground, turned over a distance of dozens of zhang in a row, spitting blood in his mouth, and I don't know how many bones in his body were broken, but he still maintained his consciousness.

Looking at his broken hands and feet, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, looking up to look at the sky, but his vision was blocked by the dense foliage.

"It's really miserable, haha, hahaha!"

It didn't take long for the river law enforcement to walk towards Wang Jiang step by step with heavy footsteps, he was really a madman, he was about to die and still laughed so happily, it was really disgusting!

Looking at the law enforcement in the river, Wang Jiang did not have the slightest fluctuation in his heart, it was not that he was crazy, nor did he have any knowledge of what was going to happen next, let alone that he was not afraid of death.

He can take the lives of others at will by virtue of his cultivation that is stronger than others, and people who are stronger than him can naturally take his life, but he didn't expect everything to come so quickly.

Whoever kills, people will always kill him! He understood this truth, and other people also understood it, and those monks or major cultivators understood it even more deeply, but they, including Wang Jiang, had to do it.

If you practice for immortality, for gaining greater power, for better cultivation resources, for everything you want, and so on.

Then the fastest way to achieve this goal is to kill, because with the power, they can get better cultivation resources to make themselves stronger, and the resources are limited, and when you have them, the resources of others will decrease.

And for more powerful power, in order to be able to live with Tianqi, in order to get everything you want.

Everyone has to use the most simple way to get in and get it, then kill!

Just ask all the monks in the treasure world, who doesn't want to stop and rest, learn from those characters in the biographies, and live happily.

Look at the most beautiful scenery in the world, have a love with your sweetheart, and make friends from all over the world between drunk and heaven and earth, isn't it beautiful?

But once you really stop and admire these things, those who are chasing after you will not hesitate to step on their bones and continue to move forward, if you compare the practice to a long road, then there must be mountains, rivers, lakes, birds and flowers around the road.

And when you stop to watch, it will become a stepping stone for the people behind you, a cornerstone for the formation of these mountains and lakes, a food for passing birds, and a fertilizer for flowers and plants on the roadside!

No one who spends the sights knows that these landscapes are so fascinating because they bury too many people's hopes and wishes for this treasure world.

Wang Jiang is a person who has never seen these scenes, and may have been fortunate enough to meet them, but he does not have the extra energy to appreciate them. Because he has always lived under the road, there is nothing truly beautiful except for countless white bones.

He didn't know what a beautiful view was.

Using killing to achieve his own goals has become the only way to deal with things in his heart, and of course this is also the way most people solve it.

At this moment, it was finally his turn to be killed, and there seemed to be no chance of survival.

I have seen the death of too many people, and I have walked on the brink of death many times. He's already numb to this, it's not that he's crazy,

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It's not that he's not afraid.

He also wanted to make his body feel the fear of death with two heartbeats, but his body seemed to be used to it.

Thinking back to everything that happened along the way, he regarded himself as an adoptive parent of a vessel, in order to survive, he kowtowed in pain and worshiped the master who wanted to use him as a pathfinder, just because of his own words, the faceless female fairy almost killed himself, and he knew too little about cultivation and was cursed by Qi Fengzhong, if it wasn't for Miaocheng's timely arrival, he would have died a long time ago.

After several lives and deaths, his perception of things is that the one who survives is the winner, no matter how powerful you are in life, what great achievements you have are just a handful of loess, maybe there will be future generations who remember you, still mention your name, praise your deeds, but you will never hear it again.

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Wang Jiang's laughter became smaller and smaller, his pupils began to dilate, and the things in front of him began to disappear, a cold chill spread from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his heart seemed to be lifted by something, as if it had reached the position of his throat.

After thinking about it so much, he still didn't know if anyone would remember that he had come to this treasure realm after his death, small, too small.

"I thought I had long been disdainful of death, but what I didn't expect was that it didn't even look at me, and being watched by it was also a luxury for me."

At this moment, he felt death, in front of it, whether it was a mortal overhaul or a true immortal! They will be as powerless against death as they are themselves.

He Law Enforcement walked to his side, perhaps because the injuries on his body were too serious, and he didn't have the heart to torture Wang Jiang who was about to die, just sat beside him and waited quietly for Wang Jiang's life to come to the last moment.

He has also experienced too much death, the people who died in his hands can't even count himself, Wang Jiang next to him is about to die, his heart has not changed, he only knows that when the sun rises again tomorrow, the warm rays of sunshine will be sprinkled on his body, in order to comfort his petrified heart.

I don't know if his brain was broken by Wang Jiang, or if he had the wrong nerve in his brain and blurted out, "You are very powerful, if you make you stronger, it will be me who is lying here!" ”

"It's a pity that there is no if, but unfortunately there is no if!"

He remembered some of his past regrets and secretly felt sad, silently took out a recorder, and sang with one arm.

Everyone has their own things in their hearts that they don't want to be discovered or mentioned by others, and the same is true for monks, who have also experienced that they have become strong step by step when they are weak, and when they are weak, they cannot control everything that happens around them, and when they become strong and can change something, it is too late.

These regrets can only be buried deep in their hearts, these regrets are like old wine, the longer the time, the stronger the taste, when they take it out and taste it in their spare time, they will find that this time it is easier to get drunk than before.

Only when they are drunk can they put down everything on their bodies and sleep well, and only when they are drunk can they see those who are buried deep under the road, and those who have come to this treasure world with good wishes, and they will feel that they are still alive.

Perhaps the people who died watching the scenery on the road did not really die, they kept their hope for this treasure realm deep underground, trying to use this insignificant fluorescence to illuminate people like Wang Jiang who have been living underground.

One day, perhaps, there will indeed be someone who will come up from under the path, with the hope of those who have passed away, to save this rotten treasure realm.

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