"Ah? What should I do?"

Mu Qianqian shook her braid and tilted her head, innocently:

"Aren't you going to kill Zhao Wujiang?

I've already killed him to save everyone the trouble.

Aren’t you going to cut off your flesh and blood to steal your luck?

You cut your own, and I won’t stop you.”

The handsome face of the Ni Bodhisattva was a little distorted. He wanted Zhao Wujiang to die, but he also wanted Zhao Wujiang to be tortured and die in pain all the time.

Only in this way can he make up for the pain of being frightened in this world for so many years and struggling to find the cornerstone spiritual secret that he wanted.

If the world wasn't about to collapse and go to destruction, which bound them here, if Zhao Wujiang hadn't been hiding for many years but was killed by them early, the world would have collapsed long ago. How could he still be surviving to this day?

How could he endure so much pain?

So he would never let Zhao Wujiang die simply.

This vicious plan to threaten Zhao Wujiang with the people's softness and force Zhao Wujiang to submit was not only a fear of Zhao Wujiang's dying counterattack, but also an attempt to torture Zhao Wujiang and relieve the hatred he had harbored for many years.

But it happened that Mu Qianqian, the poisonous girl of the Three Poison Sect, cut out Zhao Wujiang's heart with a single blow of his hand and killed him. It seemed that he was killing Zhao Wujiang, so why not give Zhao Wujiang a happy life?

The Clay Bodhisattva flicked his sleeves. Faced with Mu Qianqian's madness and squeamishness, he didn't say anything more. What was done was that he was waiting for the world to collapse so that he could return to his own world as soon as possible.

"What? Yue Bufan, do you want Zhao Wujiang's heart?"

Mu Qianqian patted the small pocket on her clothes and covered it with both hands. She looked wary. When the Mud Bodhisattva ignored her, she turned around and laughed:

"How about you come and get it?"

The Ni Bodhisattva was furious, and he felt that his cultivation was becoming more and more abundant. This meant that with the fall of the dynasty and the death of Zhao Wujiang, the lucky man, the world had collapsed and was about to collapse, heading towards complete destruction.

He glanced at Li Chunjun, who was always concentrating sword energy in his hand, and shook his big hand towards Li Chunjun, trying to capture Li Chunjun.

Even if Li Chunjun cannot avoid the destruction of the world, he will kill Li Chunjun with his own hands and will never allow Li Chunjun to live.

But as soon as he stretched out his big hand, a ripple appeared in front of Li Chunjun, and an oil lamp stretched out from the ripple. The candlelight was weak, and at the same time a hoarse voice sounded:

"Give mercy to others."

As the voice appeared, an old Taoist wearing a worn Taoist robe walked out of the ripples.

"Zhang Lindao! Do you have to protect Li Chunjun?" Ni Bodhisattva narrowed his eyes slightly, filled with fear.

Although Zhang Lindao's aura is sluggish now, as a venerable person, even if the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, his cultivation has not weakened much. The closer he is to death, the more unscrupulous he becomes, and no rules can restrain him. Once he exerts all his strength,

It's too scary to expand your cultivation.

It would be extremely unwise to fight such a powerful lord on his deathbed.

"My dear, I promised Zhao Wujiang to protect Li Chunjun."

Zhang Lindao grabbed his hand backwards, and a circle of ripples spread out, engulfing Li Chunjun's figure.

"Hmph." Clay Bodhisattva Yue Bufan sneered and said sarcastically:

"Zhao Wujiang should make you promise to protect him."

Zhang Lindao held the oil lamp, took a deep look at Zhao Wujiang's body, shook his head and sighed:

"So he is stupid.

That's it, I don't care about luck."

Zhang Lindao's figure was a little stooped. He took a step back and disappeared on the spot, leaving only circles of ripples in the air.

Yue Bufan glanced at the place where Zhang Lindao disappeared, with fear in his eyes.

He didn't know how many moves Zhang Lindao made behind Zhao Wujiang.

But Zhang Lindao didn't want Zhao Wujiang's precious world luck, which already explained a lot of problems.

But it doesn't matter anymore. He will leave this secret world and use the luck of the world to completely survive the catastrophe and move to a higher place.

Zhang Lindao is a dying man after all.

And Zhao Wujiang is already a dead man, he has already used his breath to detect it.
Chapter completed!