The biggest enemy of a person's life is always himself. Conquering himself is not only an eternal battle for the cultivators, but also such a battle cannot be avoided for any mortal.

On the street, in the dark corner, a beggar was moving forward with difficulty towards Fang Dang's residence.

The beggar had a lame leg, his clothes were so rotten that he could not cover his body. He didn't know how far he had walked. His barefoot had gone, and he had blood marks at every step, but his hair was well-treated, and he didn't have the odor that only beggars had, so there were no flies that came from the stench.

Moreover, the beggar's face was washed clean, and his beard was obviously repaired as much as possible with pottery pieces, especially his eyes, which looked bright and spiritual, unlike ordinary beggars. So although he was a beggar and had a lame leg, the people around him did not look down on him.

The beggar looked not old and limped all the way. His eyes were complicated, but his expression was quite firm.

Because of the inconvenience of legs and feet, it took a normal person a quarter of an hour to walk. He finally arrived in front of a large mansion. Then the beggar slowly knelt down at the main entrance of the large mansion.

The beggar knelt like this for a whole day, and finally the beggar couldn't hold on anymore. He lay down on the ground with a gurgle, his breath was gone, and he was motionless as if he was dead.

Not long after, the door of the mansion finally opened, and a young man walked out of it. The man walked around the beggar, then reached out and slapped it. The beggar's pale and dead face suddenly turned a trace of blood. Then the man struggled to get up and continued to kneel. His head was lowered and almost against the ground. His back, which should have been quite strong, was arched like an arch bridge.

The young man tsk his tongue and said, "The owner of this house told you to leave."

The beggar is actually not very old, not much different from the young man who speaks, but his face seems to be more than teenagers older than the young man.

The beggar seemed to have not heard the man's words at all, and still knelt in front of the mansion, motionless, as if he had made up his mind to kneel down here to die.

The young man laughed dryly and returned to the mansion without saying a word.

An hour later, the beggar used up all the life-sustaining power given to him by the young man. His waist, which was originally like an arch bridge, collapsed little by little, and lay down on the ground as hard as a dead shrimp.

After a while, the young man walked out again, circled around the beggar on the ground twice, and then felt a little reluctant, turned his head and looked at the door and said, "Is this guy still saving me? If he wants to die, just call him dead?"

There was no sound in the door. The young man shook his head and slapped it again. The beggar whose body was almost cold on the ground started to breathe again. The beggar's eyes were already empty. The white skin on his mouth was covered with blue veins on his forehead. This way, it was not far from death.

But after a few breaths, the beggar got up again persistently, and then knelt outside the gate.

The young man showed an expression of no help, walked into the door again, locking it to death.

This time the beggar lasted for ten minutes, and then fell down again, gasping weakly.

The young man walked out from behind the door again, reached out and picked up the beggar's neck collar, carried the beggar into the door like a chicken, and then closed the door with a loud bang.

The beggar was taken into the hall, and a young woman sat inside, holding a small doll with deep wrinkles on her forehead in her arms.

The little baby stared at the beggar with his big bright and clear eyes.

There was no sound in the entire hall.

The beggar knelt in the hall, and although his chest was constantly rising and falling, he could not make much gasp sound. He walked around in front of the death gate three times and had no strength to breathe. He was as angry as a slept in his spring, which was his current state. "What are you going to do?" The young woman asked in a cold voice. "Being guilty begged... death." The beggar made a weak sound, and this sound is not much louder than the sound of mosquitoes and flies." You think you are guilty and can die at any time, why did you come to me to die? Since you are here, you still don't want to die!"

The beggar kneeling on the ground calmed down for a while before he said almost silently: "I really have some selfish desire to die." "Since you don't want to die, why should you come here? Fang Dang never took your promise to heart, and I don't even think he still remembers you have to promise. He... never relies on others. So he will not go to you to kill you. This is a waste of time for Fang Dang." The young woman said in a cold voice.

This young woman is Hong Jing.

What kneeling on the ground was the early arrival of Fang Dang, who had originally designed Fang Dang and the Eight Kingdoms to offer countless treasures to Fang Dang that helped him grow up in cultivation.

Fang Dang was in the mortal world and wanted to kill all his enemies and then go to the goblin world to create a peaceful world for his wife, younger brothers and sisters. But in the end, none of the immortal cultivators could do anything about Fang Dang. Fang Dang, who was frightened in the world, was driven away by a scholar who could not kill you and could not kill you.

From this point of view, this scholar saved the lives of countless people in the world.

After all, Fang Dang wants to kill people, and he must kill them so hard that blood flows into a river and a mountain of corpses." I said before Fang Dang left that I would use my life to guarantee the lives of your younger brothers and sisters, Hong Jing and others. Anyone who wants to kill them must step through my body. I didn't do it, so I deserve to die." It seemed that I had more strength on my body, and I actually said such a long sentence in one breath.

"You are the son of the butler. To me, the butler is as respectable and friendly as a father. Do you think I won't watch you die, so you came?" Hong Jing's voice did not change much, and it was still cold.

It seemed a little excited when he was early, but his body could not bear too intense emotional ups and downs. After shaking his body for a few times, he lost his strength. He slowly softened to the ground and said hard: "Die is simple, but living is not easy."

At this time, Zheng Shou's figure appeared in the yard, and looked here with his head protrudingly. Hong Jing pretended not to see it.

The relationship between Zheng Shou and the early manager was an old friend. They experienced the lowest period of Hong Jing together. At that time, as the people around Hong Jing were excluded and bullied, it was a true friendship in distress.

Zheng Shou had actually known that early arrived, but before Hong Jing had spoken, it was not convenient for him to go directly to see Zhongda. Now he heard the conversation between Hong Jing and Zhongda in the yard, and was so anxious that he was really afraid that Hong Jing would be angry and kill the son of the ancient man, Zhongda. However, he had watched him grow up since he was a child. If he really died like this, he would not live anymore.

In fact, he still knew very well in his heart that Hong Jing would never die early, and he would not work hard for anything else, just to manage things early. No matter what he did, Hong Jing would not kill him. From early to noble, when Ziwu Jian was about to die outside, he would know that Ziwu Jian went out to save people.

But Zheng Shou thought so, but he still couldn't help but be anxious. He is always ready to rush in and plead for the early arrival, even if he can exchange his life for another life.

How could Hong Jing not know Zheng Shou’s thoughts? Hong Jing really won’t be killed and arrives early.

The few silences in the hall were gone, and the faint breathing sounds seemed to have begun to grow bigger at this time. It was the sound of empty and empty in the chest and then blowing by the gentle little wind. There was nothing inside, and there was only venting and not inhaling. When a person's chest made such a sound, the person's soul might have been half gone, and even a small tail was left.

At this time, Zheng Shou in the yard rushed towards the hall like a cat stepping on his tail.

Hong Jing sighed and stretched out his hand to whip it. A spring breeze of Hexi blew into his early arrival body. The throat that only vented but did not intake suddenly made a rattle sound. Then, the throat that was about to start coughing violently.

Zheng Shoumeng, who had arrived at the entrance of the hall, stopped and looked at Hong Jing gratefully.

Hong Jing didn't seem to see these things at all.

Hong Jing looked at him early: "You go, you won't want your life!"

He was so early that he coughed violently for a long time, and his face turned unnaturally flushed. It was obvious that Hong Jing not only saved his life, but also helped him heal his injuries.

He arrived early but did not leave. He knelt down again stubbornly, "I want to see Fang Dang, I want Fang Dang to allow me to survive so that I can leave here."

Hong Jing's face turned out to be bad. Speaking of which, the one who hated him the most early in the world was far from being Fang Dang, but her Hong Jing.

If it weren't for the early arrival, Fang Dang might still be in the mortal world, and the family of three lived a warm and sweet life, it wouldn't be that Fang Dang had found two Taoist couples in just two years after entering the early arrival. It was so early that she had lost her husband, and so early that she had lost her father and father.

Hong Jing was annoyed, but he couldn't get into trouble with his son who was in charge of his business early. It was too important for Hong Jing.

"Fang Dang is in seclusion now. If you want to wait, just wait here!" Hong Jing was too lazy to say one more word to Aoi, stood up and walked out of the hall with Fang Xun's father in his arms.

Xun's father stared at the kneeling big bright eyes and looked at the early arrival who was kneeling on the ground. The early arrival looked like a curved piece of straw, thin and withered. Until the wall blocked his view, Xun's father retracted his gaze.

Three days are neither long nor short. You can do many things in three days, and you can do nothing in three days.

During these three days, Fang Dang sat on the sea of ​​thoughts, motionless, and he didn't salvage a single thought. It seemed that Fang Dang did nothing during these three days.

Fang Dang didn't even look at the surging sea beneath him.

Seeing that three days were about to come, Fang Dang finally slowly opened his eyes, but there was no problem on his face to solve it easily. On the contrary, Fang Dang's face had a wry smile on his face.

He spent three days meditating. During the meditation, he reconstructed a world, a world that was exactly the same as outside. The only difference was that in this world, the Buddha statue did not say such words, and Fang Dang still continued his original ideas to do things.

Then Fang Dang evolved and digged out all possible worlds one by one. In these worlds, Fang Dang made various choices, killing Bali, letting Bali go, and even giving birth to offspring with Bali, etc. However, no one can give Fang Dang a feeling of pointing straight to his heart.

It feels like losing direction in a maze, this feeling is terrible.

Fang Dang promised Bali to give her a result within three days. Now three days have come, but Fang Dang himself has not been able to give her a result.

Fang Dang felt that even if he continued to evolve various possibilities in the spiritual world, he still could not ask about his original heart. Fang Dang gathered up his distracting thoughts and walked out of his spiritual world.

Fang Dang opened his eyes and saw the beautiful face of Bali standing in the distance. Obviously, Bali had been waiting for Fang Dang here for three days, and she was waiting for Fang Dang's answer.

Fang Dang showed a headache expression. When Bali saw Fang Dang's appearance, she seemed to understand what Fang Dang was thinking.

"It seems that I should give you another three days!" Barry sneered and turned around and left.

Fang Dang pondered for a moment, looked at Bali's reassuring back, and seemed to have been touched by something in her heart. Then Fang Dang spoke, "No need, even if you give me another three hundred years, I still can't understand!"

Barry turned around in surprise, looked at Fang Dang, and looked at Fang Dang with a look of exploration and said, "Have you made a decision?"

Fang Dang suddenly smiled, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have asked you for three days. There is no one in this world that can be calculated repeatedly in my mind and reach my original heart. The more I think, the more I measure, the farther I am from my original heart. This principle is actually not too profound, but I was blinded by a bad guy's words and almost fell into the mud."

The bad guy in Fang Dang's mouth was naturally the Buddha statue. This Buddha statue was extremely thorough about human nature. He played with Fang Dang and applauded in just one sentence, which made Fang Dang almost fall into the trap of constantly measuring and looking back.

Once this trap is trapped, it will be too difficult to climb out again. Fang Dang was able to climb out of the mud, all thanks to Bali. It was Bali's quick and easy way to inspire Fang Dang. A woman can do this, but he, a dignified man, could not make up his mind for three days. This is simply a cowardly behavior. When did Fang Dang be so cautious when he was so cowardly?

Other Fang Dang didn't know, but if he continued to calculate this way, whether to kill Bali or not is secondary. Fang Dang himself would be crazy. Once he fell into this vicious circle, let alone the progress of his cultivation, it would be a delusion to be able to maintain his current state.

Cultivating immortals is like sailing against the current. This sentence is definitely not just a casual statement. Cultivating immortals is even more courageous. If you cannot move forward, you will be rushed out of several miles, dozens, or even hundreds of miles in an instant.

Fang Dang let go of his heart at this time, and his whole personality was improved. This improvement had nothing to do with cultivation, but for Fang Dang, it was the most important step to improve his cultivation.

"I can't have a baby with you! You go!" After saying this, Fang Dang's whole body seemed to be washed from the inside out, and his whole body was left behind.

Fang Dang now ignores whether the decision he has made is due to his original intention or is affected by something, and he can do whatever he wants.

At least this Bali is not very good at killing him!

A woman who looks at you with such a affectionate look, can that man really kill the killer?

Since she couldn't get out of the killer and Fang Dang was unwilling to live with her, it would be better to drive the other party away. As for Bali, if she refused to leave, Fang Dang had a way.

Of course, Bali would not leave just by Fang Dang's words. Fang Dang is the only hope to revive the demon-serving clan. Even if Bali dies, she will never give up.

Barry laughed, but her voice was chilling, and the emotions inside were really bad. The demonic aura on Barry also began to roll out. After waiting for three days, it would be strange if Barry didn't get angry after such a result.

Of course, getting angry is not the goal. Being angry is defeated by Fang Dang and asking Fang Dang to be obedient and have a baby with her is the most concerned issue now.

Fang Dang said helplessly: "I have to do it? Isn't it good for us to get together and part with each other?"

Barry snorted coldly, and his hands slammed in front of his chest, which was the prelude to call out the clone.

Fang Dang suddenly spoke, and what he was thinking about was the earth-fast murderous intent. The earth-fast murderous intent could kill the demon saint, and also activated it in this city. In a blink of an eye, it turned the entire city into a white ground, causing the creatures to be devastated.

However, Fang Dang never used his methods and was very sensible. Bali was at the most critical moment of using the clone technique. Who knew that her feet suddenly sank suddenly, and a huge hole was cracked on the ground, swallowing her directly.

Of course, Barry would not watch herself sink into the underground abyss, and she didn't care to release her clone. She suddenly pulled up and wanted to rush out of the sinking. However, Fang Dang said another sentence from her mouth: "There is a murderous intent!"

As soon as this sentence is said, it is even more amazing. In this mortal world, no one can resist Fang Dang's murderous intent!

The sky is full of murderous intentions, and the stars are easy to stay!

Bali was about to emerge from the sink, but suddenly felt dizzy. A dazzling starry sky suddenly appeared above her head. The starry sky was spinning rapidly. Bali felt dizzy and disgusting at first glance. When Bali cheered up and resisted the dizziness and disgusting, a dark thing in the starry sky suddenly smashed down with a thud, directly smashing Bali, who had just emerged from the sink.
Chapter completed!