Chapter 94 I can’t tell the difference, I really can’t tell the difference!Looking at the dazzling golden light, a hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Lan's eyes.
This level of Golden Light Spell was already beyond his understanding.
The golden light spell of others can only protect the body and barely illuminate a nearby area, which is already amazing.
But this...
If you only look at the bright areas, you would think it is noon.
Jiang Lan moved forward quickly, and in just two or three seconds, he was in front of Gao Ning.
He did not attack Gao Ning directly, but looked forward and bowed slightly.
"Old Master."
In front of Gao Ning, there was an old Taoist priest wearing a black Taoist robe and with a golden glow on his body standing there.
Hearing Jiang Lan's greeting, the old Taoist nodded slightly and then looked at Gao Ning.
"Monk Yongjue? Why, your method didn't work on him?"
Cold sweat broke out on Gao Ning's face. He was now being attacked from the front and back by the Old Taoist Priest and Jiang Lan. He no longer had the composure he had just now.
"Old Heavenly Master, I am sorry for offending you this time. Could you please let me live?"
"Let you live? I have no objection." The old Taoist priest changed the subject and said, "But... you have to ask the little Jiang Lan behind you, whether he is willing to let you go?"
From beginning to end, the old Taoist priest always had a smiling expression.
But Gao Ning's mood had sunk to the bottom.
In his opinion, although Jiang Lan's strength is good, he has killed people who are much stronger than Jiang Lan over the years in Quanxing.
But the problem was, those people were all hit by his Twelve Emotional Fatigue Formation, causing them to suffer emotional breakdown and severe injuries, which gave him the opportunity to take advantage of them.
But Jiang Lan is a monster, and the Twelve Labor Emotion Formation is completely useless against him!
Gao Ning's strong point has never been physical skills. After losing the ability to arouse people's emotions, his strength, although still considered top-notch among the middle-aged extraordinary people, has been weakened a lot compared to before.
To the extent that even his chance to escape just now came at the cost of sacrificing half of his forearm.
Facing Jiang Lan head-on, Gao Ning, whose abilities have lost their effect, is doomed to fail!
Gao Ning turned his head stiffly and looked at Jiang Lan.
"Little brother, there is no grudge between us in the past or in the present. There is no need for you to kill me, right?"
Jiang Lan didn't say anything when he heard this, but just curled his lips.
You can't kill if you don't have a grudge? Are you kidding me?
If that were the case, wouldn't he be suffocated to death?
However, due to the presence of the old Taoist priest, Jiang Lan had to be relatively restrained even if he wanted to take direct action.
He thought about it, took two steps forward, and walked towards Gao Ning.
Gao Ning subconsciously took a half step back, but Jiang Lan reached out and grabbed his monk robe.
Gao Ning: “!”
Jiang Lan stood less than half a meter away from Gao Ning, "Come on, hit me."
Gao Ning was confused.
What's happening here?
Isn't this kid's thinking a little too jumpy?
Seeing Gao Ning not moving, Jiang Lan frowned slightly, "What are you standing there for? Get moving."
Gao Ning frowned, not knowing what Jiang Lan was up to next.
But under the double pressure from Jiang Lan and the old master, he had to stretch out his intact left palm and pat Jiang Lan lightly.
"so?"
"laugh!"
Just as Gao Ning finished asking the question, the sound of a sharp object scratching flesh was suddenly heard.
He widened his eyes in disbelief and lowered his head slightly, and saw that Jiang Lan's entire palm had been completely sunk into his chest. Blood overflowed, forming a blood line, dripping along Jiang Lan's wrist to the ground.
Jiang Lan grinned. "Now we have a grudge."
After saying that, he slightly exerted force on the hand that was inserted into Gao Ning's chest.
"puff--"
With a slight sound, blood immediately flowed from the corner of Gao Ning's mouth. If Jiang Lan hadn't had his hand supporting his body, he would have fallen to the ground.
Seeing Gao Ning's breathing stop and blood foam coming out of his mouth, Jiang Lan pulled his hand away, closed his eyes slightly, and took a deep breath, as if he was savoring the moment.
Jiang Lan opened his eyes again, ignoring the blood on his hands, and said to the old Taoist priest:
"The junior thanks the old master."
"Don't thank me, Monk Yongjue stopped on his own after seeing me. It has nothing to do with me."
Jiang Lan's mouth twitched.
Do you believe this yourself?
If you didn't suddenly appear to block the way, would Gao Ning be a fool? He just stood there in a daze?
"I'll go check on Lao Lu. If you want to kill him, go to the front mountain. There are many Quan Xing people there. Most of the people in the company are also in the front mountain."
Jiang Lan nodded slightly after hearing this.
Since the old Taoist priest said so, there was no need for him to go back.
As for Senior Lu Jin, Shen Chong is definitely no match for him. Maybe Shen Chong is already dead by now.
The scene constructed in Jiang Lan's mind also indirectly illustrates this point.
The ball of Qi that previously represented Shen Chong was now extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, and could disappear completely at any time.
Thinking of this, Jiang Lan no longer hesitated and clasped his fists again and said:
"Then old Heavenly Master, I will go first."
Having said that, Jiang Lan was about to turn around and leave.
He was not going to Qianshan, but to find Yuan Tao.
Jiang Lan has not forgotten the feeling of being hit and sent flying by those beads just now.
If he said he had no grudge against Gao Ning, then his grudge against Yuan Tao was huge.
Jiang Lan is a person who... doesn't really hold grudges.
Because under normal circumstances, he would take revenge on the spot if there was a grudge. Even if he didn't, he would do it in the next game, so there was naturally no need to hold a grudge.
But before Jiang Lan could take a few steps, the old master's voice sounded again behind him.
"Xiao Jianglan, wait a minute."
Jiang Lan immediately stopped and turned to look at the old Taoist priest.
"From what I have seen, the beast on your body is not only stirring up your emotions, but is also constantly arousing the evil thoughts in your heart."
Jiang Lan was stunned when he heard this. Evil thoughts?
As if he saw Jiang Lan's confusion, the old Taoist priest continued, "When you suddenly killed someone just now, were you being controlled or were you acting out of your own will? Can you tell?"
After a moment of silence, Jiang Lan suddenly felt goose bumps on his back.
Correct!
He wasn't like this before!
He killed people before because he was tortured by the emotions of the ferocious beast. Only by seriously injuring or killing other people could he relieve the affected emotions, so he found it difficult to control the desire to kill.
But now...
The bit of hostility accumulated in his dantian had completely disappeared after he killed Dou Mei just now.
But why, when Gao Ning begged for mercy, he still went so far as to find a reason for himself and forcibly killed Gao Ning?
Now, although the two phantoms of ferocious beasts were still lurking behind him, there was clearly no emotion in his body.
Jiang Lan was shocked.
Although it is not very obvious at the moment, he can feel that if he continues like this, sooner or later, he will become a bloodthirsty demon!
"I...can't tell..."
(End of this chapter)
