Fame and fortune are in people's hearts, it is a deadly poison, but also a fatal temptation, the poison wrapped in honey, will always make people can't help but swallow, even if they know the danger, they are willing to try it desperately, and for the monks on the top of the mountain, the temptation of fame and fortune in the world is just a fleeting cloud, and for those who have lived in the market for a long time, the only thing that can make them dizzy is fame and power.

Wang Yuanbao looked back and saw that he was completely dead, the knife in Zhang Sui's hand was still on Wang Yuanbao's waist, and the blood couldn't stop gurgling.

There is no greater despair than the death of the heart.

Zhang Sui looked at Wang Yuanbao in horror, his hands trembled uncontrollably, he didn't expect Wang Yuanbao to be able to turn around, the seven orifices were bleeding, people were like blood gourds, but at this moment his hand was held on the handle of the knife that stabbed him, which was completely different from the burning heat of Zhang Sui's hands, cold, and drove straight from his fingertips to the bottom of his heart.

Looking at the unrecognizable Zhang Sui, Wang Yuanbao smiled self-deprecatingly, picked up Zhang Sui's hand, stabbed himself again and again, and stabbed himself, with a leather-like sound, in today's silence, it was extremely abrupt, Zhang Sui trembled, looked at the expressionless Wang Yuanbao, and wanted to open his mouth to say something, but Wang Yuanbao took the lead.

The blood at the corner of his mouth kept dripping, Wang Yuanbao picked up Zhang Sui's hand and stabbed him in the chest, and said with a smile: "These knives, when I repay the kindness of you and my aunt, the last knife is the interest I want to repay, and in the future, you and I will no longer owe each other." ”

Zhang Sui trembled and wanted to let go of the hand holding the handle of the knife, but Wang Yuanbao's hand was like steel, firmly holding Zhang Sui's hand, and slowly pulled out the knife that stabbed into his chest, and the white knife went in and out of the red knife.

Wang Yuanbao stretched out his hand and pushed away Zhang Sui, who was like a chaff sieve, although he was desperate in his heart, he was inexplicably much more relaxed, and it was always difficult to pay off his debts, but now he paid them all off under these few knives, which is really ironic.

Zhang Sui held the blood-stained dagger, paralyzed on the ground, his mother asked him to do it, he did it meticulously, but the matter of killing Wang Yuanbao was his own decision, the fortune teller female crown immortal master said, the most important thing in the world is not the power in the temple, nor the chic pleasure of the rivers and lakes in the storyteller's mouth, but longevity, life for a hundred years, like a white horse passing through the gap, fame, fortune and power are just passing by, only immortality is the real truth, a person has the Tao chicken dog ascends to heaven, such things are not uncommon in the book of the drama and the chronicles, Zhang Sui did not do anything wrong, the fortune teller crown immortal master said, the person who stood in the way before the road of immortality, all of them are their own demons, they must be eradicated, and the one who stands in the way in front of Zhang Sui is Wang Yuanbao, who has a deep friendship.

Pushing Zhang Sui away, Wang Yuanbao turned around, but Jiuhe Jun Jiang Tu had long since disappeared, only Pu Jia stood there alone, staring coldly at Wang Yuanbao, who was like a blood gourd.

Seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages is the life-saving means of mountain and field scattered cultivation, as the co-owner of the Jiuhe Dragon and Snake rivers and lakes, Jiuhe Jun Jiang Tu is even more so, when the sword light suddenly came, he had the idea of retreating, and it was the sword light that killed and injured his yin god in the floating alley, although the middle four realms can be rampant in the secular dynasty, but when encountering more than eight realms, martial artists and sword cultivators must also be avoided, there are not many martial artists above the eight realms, and sword cultivation is even rarer, both of which are famous difficult ghosts, and the mountain and field scattered cultivators may have to seek a way to eliminate cause and effect, and the military warriors and sword cultivators don't need to think about so much at all, Jiuhe Jun Jiang Tufang lost the red-clothed dry bone fox charm who could seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, but he did not have the courage to wrestle with a sword cultivator.

Wang Yuanbao sneered, and Pu Jia saw this, her stiff sword eyebrows were furrowed, she was really a little surprised, such a serious injury, and the obvious vibration on the heart lake, don't say it's a martial artist, even if it's a person in the five realms of mountain climbing, he has to die, but Wang Yuanbao can still stand up, but a martial artist in a realm, this bone is really hard.

And the sword light that made Jiuhe Jun Jiang Tu retreat, Pu Jia naturally saw it, but she didn't take it to heart, now there are very few sword cultivators who can kill the true dragon blood, and the sword immortals above the five realms have all gone to Yingzhou Shanhaiguan to compete for the sword luck of the "Eight Fights in the World", so Pu Jia is not afraid of the sword cultivation that can make the middle four realms retreat.

Wang Yuanbao sneered: "Don't kill me yet?"

Words fall out of the fist, but a hundred steps apart, walking like flying, like an arrow off the string, Wang Yuanbao broke through the three Jiao porch under the trick, has long been about to touch the threshold of the second realm of ordinary martial arts, now the battle of life and death, but it has long been the half-baked regret Ding fist will eat a small half, within 100 steps, but it is enough to punch out like thunder, the body is like electricity, the soldier's boxing, is between the movement and static, such as the waves, between the ups and downs, like apes and birds.

The pitiful martial arts in the meridians around the body flowed wildly, and all of them fell on the punch of Wang Yuanbao's power, and the purple fetus of martial arts absorbed the essence of the essence of the heroic soul in the dantian of the qifu dantian, and constantly attracted the thin martial arts contained in this street and alley, and between the muscles and bones, the muffled sound was like thunder.

Pu Jia's frowning Ying Ting's sword eyebrows tightened again, and the true dragon blood Yan that had been scattered by the sword light jumped on his fingertips again, this cause and effect had to be borne anyway, and Pu Jia no longer had the slightest scruples, and the true dragon blood Yan jumping at his fingertips became more and more turbulent, and the already red and abnormal flame seemed to be stained with blood again, flashing with a bewitching light.

With a flick of his fingers, four delicate flames floated out, waving in the wind, which was really enchanting.

Wang Yuanbao didn't dodge at all, the nightmare death monument on the heart lake had already erupted when Zhang Sui stabbed the dagger into Wang Yuanbao's body, and now Wang Yuanbao only thought about one thing, that is, either both sides were defeated, or they would die together.

It's just that Pu Jia didn't leave this opportunity for Wang Yuanbao at all, and it was four brilliant heavenly powers, Xu Bailu is the crown prince of the Beiyang Dynasty, how could there be no ordinary rivers and lakes martial artists around him, walking the rivers and lakes, the things he will encounter, all kinds of strange things, carrying some rune paper with him is also a precaution, but Xu Bailu's high-ranking crown prince's body talisman is a useless paper for peace of mind, and the four brilliant Tianwei-like electric lights that popped out of Pu Jia's fingers are one of the life-saving talismans that Xu Bailu carried, which was made by the Qingxu Dao Sect that had already scattered in the mountains and cultivated and perished, and the rank was extremely high。

Fire, electric light.

Gathered together, it is really huge, this kind of means, killing a martial artist in a realm, is to kill chickens with a cattle slaughtering knife, a thunder talisman with a very high rank, and Chiyan who kills the Yin God, this specification is only afraid that it is much higher than the peak of the five realms of climbing the mountain.

At the time of the handover of boxers.

Something happened suddenly!

Many silk threads of various colors suddenly appeared in front of Pu Jia's eyes, and her own fingertips were also wrapped with many silk threads, and the red Yan and Huanghuang electric light that had already burst out were still at this moment, and the silk threads wrapped around her fingertips came from the red Yan and Huanghuang electric light that shot out.

And Wang Yuanbao was also silently still, but many silk threads of various colors appeared on his body, some were wrapped around Zhang Sui's body, and some extended into the distance, and the most conspicuous of them was the blue silk thread that extended from the heart to the heart of Pu Jia.

This is the cause and effect line.

Everything in the world has cause and effect, cause and effect, and karma are all like this, but the thread of cause and effect wrapped around everyone's body is not visible in any case, and the monks on the top of the mountain can only rely on deduction to conclude their own cause and effect, and now, Pu Jia and Wang Yuanbao actually saw the thread of cause and effect wrapped around their bodies.

The ink color is leisurely.

The red and blue causal threads wrapped around Pujia's fingertips turned blank under this ink, and the true dragon's blood and the same talisman thunder that had lost the causal threads all lost their color under this ink, just like a cloud of smoke dissipated, making it impossible to know what was going on.

Erasing cause and effect is not something that can be done.

The birth and death of the palm fate was originally a means that only a saint could master, but now it appeared in the small streets and alleys in Longchang Town, which would really surprise people, but everything in front of him showed the power of the birth and death of the palm edge.

And the causal threads wrapped around Wang Yuanbao's fist also dissipated under this ink, just like a heavy fist falling on cotton, without the slightest usable force.

But at this moment, the blue causal line that extended above Wang Yuanbao and Pu Jia's heart was actually at this time, turning from blue to ink, and it continued to progress, and the ink that could erase the causal line was powerless at this time, and the ink color actually contained the power of Huanghuang Tianwei.

"Well, aren't you going to do it yet?"

With a soft sigh, it fell in silence, and the thread of cause and effect suddenly faded, and the streets and alleys that were originally immersed in black and white were rejuvenated at this moment.

The confinement was abruptly withdrawn, and Wang Yuanbao's eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground, losing the last trace of consciousness.

Pu Jia was better than Wang Yuanbao, sitting on the ground paved with bluestone slabs, and at this moment, the Little Dragon Palace above her heart lake was actually blessed with a black line of cause and effect.

The slender woman in the goose yellow skirt walked from the depths of the alley, silently, and walked straight to Wang Yuanbao who had fainted on the ground, ignoring the blood stains on Wang Yuanbao's body, and picked him up, but when he left, he looked back at Pu Jia who was paralyzed on the ground.

Suddenly, Pu Jia's heart was cold.

It was like a cold flying sword inserted into his heart, such a look, Pu Jia has never forgotten it now, and the cold murderous aura in his eyes made Pu Jia extremely familiar, which was only available in the sword cultivation method, and it could make the true dragon blood descendants also frightened by it.

But it's just a glimpse, a glimpse, but for Pu Jia, it's like a death knell, the true dragon can't avoid the flying sword of the sword fairy, and under the fallen sword, how can he compete with the impure blood of the true dragon blood, but it's just a man-made sword and I am a fish.

The sword light suddenly rose and disappeared again.

Pu Jia stood up strongly, and the waves on the heart lake suddenly appeared, different from the ripples of the heart lake, which can be transmitted for thousands of miles, this wave is more like a brilliant Tianwei.

"Cause and effect are already in the lake in your heart, don't be smart anymore, even if you flee to the ends of the earth and kill you, it will be easy. ”

Indifferently, Pu Jia walked out of the alley alone, the cause and effect line was already in the heart lake, and the black silk thread wrapped around the Xiaolong Palace was karma.

Zhang Sui held the dagger, trembling, his eyes glazed, he didn't know what he was going to do now, just stared at the bloodstained dagger in his hand.

People are always deceiving themselves, even if they have the idea of killing in their hearts, they have always made excuses for their own killing, Zhang Sui is the same, the dagger in his hand was bought by Zhang Sui himself on the burden of the seller, killing people, it will make people's blood boil in an instant, but after killing, or failing, the fear and emptiness that come from the bottom of my heart will produce an illusion, Zhang Sui is now in this situation.

Perhaps, Zhang Sui's thoughts are nothing more than the expectation of his own wealth and eternal life, but is it really worth it to abandon the friendship he has?

That's a problem.

But Zhang Sui didn't think about this problem, he failed, all of them were empty, and the bamboo basket was empty.

At the corner of the street and alley, Cai Fei, the female crown immortal master of Zhengyang Mountain, looked at Zhang Sui who was like a dementia, and snorted coldly, this is not a thing, no matter how good the qualifications are, the mud can't support the wall, but, betting on this, you can't regret it, a hammer deal, Cai Fei knows very well what kind of face those who are in the middle of the fisherman, Zhengyang Mountain is the season of green and yellow, if there is no successor disciple, I am afraid that this system will be completely finished!

Zhang Sui got up in despair, walked out of the streets and alleys with difficulty, he wanted to go home, return to Zheliu Lane, rich and immortal, all he thought was to go home and fall asleep on the bed, wealth is in the sky, what his mother said is not right!

Wang Yuanbao looked at him at the end, and Zhang Sui couldn't forget it for a long time.