3644: C3644 Greed

C3644 Greed

A plant, a tree, a flower, a stone. In Jiang Ting's eyes, which were far different from ordinary people, it seemed like they could be considered as living beings. In this way, it was not a big deal for plants to become Demonic Beast.

Of course, regardless of whether it was animals, plants, or anything else, before they had intelligence, they could only be considered as living beings, not living beings... Only with intelligence would they be worthy of the word 'spirit' in living beings.

However, Jiang Ting's horizons were different from ordinary people's. Naturally, he would not say it out loud. Many thoughts flashed across his mind.

On the other side.

When he heard Jiang Ting's praise, Mao Ning shook his head modestly. "Brother Jiang, you are too kind. Although this wine is rare, you have to mention it. It is only worth tens of thousands of Spirit Stone. If Fellow Daoist were to wholeheartedly search for it... It is just a mere Grass Spirit Yin Wine, how could it be rare for you to make a friend? "

"There are many places in this world that are inferior to human strength. They cannot be obtained, but there are also many things that you want."

At the end of his words, Jiang Ting seemed to have pointed out something. "Whether it is Grass Spirit Yin Wine or other things, if this Jiang wants them, then... Because of some desire in my mouth, I will search with all my heart... blindly search for things that are difficult to obtain. In the end, he might even throw his life away."

"Brother Jiang, aren't you being too serious... Come, have a drink." After saying that, Mao Ning crooked his finger.

The wine jar floated above the table without any wind. After that, the cork of the wine jar was opened, and it was poured into the wine bowl Mao Ning had just taken out... Combined with the wine jar, it gave off a somewhat unpleasant feeling.

After pouring the wine.

"Please, I'll drink first as a sign of respect." Mao Ning was the first to drink it all in one gulp.

Then, as if he was joking, he said, "You and I won't return until we're drunk, so don't use magical force to expel the power of the wine. If not, if the dao doesn't conform, then what does brother Jiang think?"

"It's extreme." Jiang Ting didn't say anything. He picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

He then saved it up. "As expected of the famous Grass Spirit Yin Wine. After this bowl of wine is drunk, even with my cultivation, I can still feel some coldness... If I drink another bowl... Without using magical energy to expel the wine, even people like you and me... I'm afraid that it will be difficult to suppress the drunkenness."

Mao Ning nodded with a smile. "Life is all about happiness. As the saying goes, once drunk, one can solve a thousand worries. Even if one does not worry, once drunk, one will rise..."

Jiang Ting was just about to answer when he suddenly shook his head. "What's going on... What's wrong, I feel dizzy..."

Before he could finish, Jiang Ting's head tilted and he laid on the table.

When Mao Ning saw this, the corner of his mouth rose slightly. "His strength is indeed not low. It's a pity that his knowledge is a little lacking..."

As he spoke, he sized up his surroundings... There was no one!

"Coincidentally, you've seen the people from the Giant Pylon Sect before. If you die, who would know that I killed you? Rules... Hehe, no one knows about this matter. Who would know that I've violated the so-called rules of the six sects? " With a low voice, a cold light flashed in Mao Ning's eyes. He waved his hand and threw out two daggers.

One of them was aimed at Jiang Ting's head, while the other was aimed at his heart.

Although it was only a small dagger, it was able to penetrate the overbearing state of the blade and cause the sword to change nimbly.

Moreover, the distance between the two of them was too close... Drinking on the same table, the distance between them was less than half a zhang. At such a close distance, even if Jiang Ting recovered his senses at this moment, even if he was at the Nascent Soul Stage, it would probably be very difficult for him to dodge.

Die?

Just as the dagger was about to approach, Mao Ning saw that Jiang Ting, who was lying on the table, suddenly opened his eyes. A Longsword suddenly appeared in his hand, and with a sweep, the two daggers were swept away.

"You're fine..." Before Mao Ning could even cry out in alarm, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

His neck, temples, heart, dantian and all four parts of his body were pointed at by the Longsword that was exactly the same as the one in Jiang Ting's hand.

The tip of the sword was only a few millimeters away from his skin. As long as Jiang Ting willed it, he would die!

He wouldn't even be able to cast a defensive spell or even a defensive magic treasure in time!

The distance between them was too close!

Furthermore, because the distance was too close, if he circulated his magic power, he would not be able to hide it from the other party at all.

Jiang Ting slowly got up. "I already said that if I recklessly search for something that doesn't belong to me, I will die. Why didn't you listen?"

Mao Ning stammered, "Dao... Brother Jiang, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding..."

Jiang Ting smiled and said, "Is that so? If the dagger had hit me just now, it shouldn't have been difficult for it to shatter my skull and my body. Could it be that this is also a misunderstanding?"

When Mao Ning appeared, he knew that he had malicious intentions.

If not, why would he have hidden himself and come closer?

He originally thought that Mao Ning would attack directly after revealing himself. He did not expect that perhaps because of his strength, Mao Ning did not attack. Instead, he used other methods to plot against him.

He also chose to make a move when he saw the move.

Coincidentally, he also drank a bowl of Grass Spirit Yin Wine. Although it did not have any benefits to his cultivation, in Tian Lan's world, the Grass Spirit Yin Wine tasted pretty good.

It was also because Mao Ning was willing to use the Grass Spirit Yin Wine as a treasure to lure him. That was why it was rare for him to give such advice before... Unfortunately, it was hard to persuade a damnable ghost with a dazzling gaze.

Mao Ning, who was being pointed at by the magical sword, stuttered even more: "No... no, I just want to... I just want to see if Fellow Daoist is really... really drunk..."

Countless regrets appeared in his heart.

Perhaps, he should not have followed them. If he could have done it again, he would not have acted rashly... However, he had failed to obtain any benefits, and ended up in a deadly situation.

Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in time.

Jiang Ting stood up. "I thought you would leave behind some meaningful last words, but I didn't expect it to be just a bunch of nonsense."

Mao Ning subconsciously defended himself. "No, it was really a misunderstanding..."

Before he could finish, he suddenly felt a chill all over his body. Then, endless darkness submerged his consciousness, and he no longer knew about external things.

He was dead.

In an instant, Jiang Ting's magic sword had broken through his dantian's Zifu, shattered his internal organs, shattered his head... Only the bones that were stained with bits and pieces of flesh and blood fell to the ground.

Jiang Tingze acted as if nothing had happened. He picked up the wine jar and drank a mouthful. He grabbed Mao Ning's storage bag, turned into a rainbow, and left.

Previously, Mao Ning did not fight face to face and tried to plot against him... Jiang Ting, how could he not be plotting against him?

After all, with Mao Ning's cultivation base, it wouldn't be easy for him to win in a real fight. Even if he won, he might be injured, and might not even be able to kill Mao Ning...

At a close distance, if Mao Ning could make a move, so could he.

This was the reason why he suddenly changed his attitude and "naively" trusted Mao Ning and took advantage of the opportunity to drink with him at the table.

How many creatures had he killed? It was just a greedy person, so how could it affect his emotions? That was why he left without a care.

Only the bones that hadn't fallen to the ground fell to the ground, as if they were unwilling to give up.

...

About seven days later.

Profound Thunder Sect.

After killing Mao Ning, Jiang Ting didn't run into anyone who didn't know the difference between life and death. Everything went smoothly, and he once again arrived at the Profound Thunder Sect.

Furthermore, because he hadn't concealed his aura, the Profound Thunder Sect seemed to have noticed him as soon as he arrived.2

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