Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

"Perhaps my son, from the moment he was born, was destined to die for him..."

Wu Qi was gently stroking his tombstone with a complicated expression on his face.

He was born as the son of the Martial Saint, and he is best at changing flesh and blood, so he is the best candidate for COS Martial Saint.

In addition, it was indeed his own volition to set out to Qingyun Temple to assassinate the emperor, and this was not false.

He was indeed determined to die.

But there is no contradiction between voluntarily going to death and trying to save yourself and survive in death.

If there was a choice, who would want to die?

The secret of Wu Qizheng's narrow escape from death is actually relying on his best skill, "Flesh and Blood".

Before setting off, he divided his body into three parts.

Most of the flesh and blood is Wu Qizheng's body. Through COS Wu Shengren, he died under the thunder of the immortal.

A small part of it is attached to the body of Qiao Mu.

The last part is his current body, which houses a trace of his mind as a refining martial artist.

Wu Qizheng, who survived at this time, was equivalent to killing himself with a knife. His strength was ten thousand and he was not much stronger than ordinary people.

Compared with the physical weakness, the greater trauma is the severe damage to the mind.

But now, like Wu Qingxin before, he jumped out of Wu Shengren's chessboard.

Now he is free for the time being.

This is something that Wu Qizheng, who has practiced "Flesh and Flesh" to perfection, can only do it.

In terms of attainments in "Flesh and Blood", Wu Qizheng ranks first, followed by Wu Shengren.

According to Wu Qizheng's speculation, even a martial saint should not be able to achieve the level of "blood and flesh substitution".

Otherwise, if Wu Shengren had known that he could still survive, he would have been waiting for him here. It was impossible for him, as a Seventy-Two Sage, to escape from Wu Shengren's grasp.

This is something that only Wu Qizheng can do.

"After being seriously injured, I am no longer the Wu Qizheng I was before. I also used this to escape the intuitive detection of Wu Shengren's "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Art"..."

Just when Wu Qi was thinking of this, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Currently, the only way to avoid the intuitive detection of "Wu Sheng Ren Rhinoceros Technique" is the "Xuan Ming Breath Condensation Technique" specially created by Wu Sheng Ren.

But it was obviously impossible for the Martial Saint to teach him this technique.

And Wu Qizheng has now discovered the second type.

First, he faked his death as Wu Shengren in the COS "Flesh and Blood" and as "Wu Shengren" and "Wu Qizheng".

Then use a trace of your mind to lodge in the flesh and blood that was separated in advance and be reborn.

Now after being reborn, both his body and his mind are extremely weak, and his strength is very low.

Even Wu Qizheng himself cannot guarantee that "Wu Qizheng" after rebirth will still be the real Wu Qizheng.

"Perhaps the real Wu Qizheng is indeed dead, and now I am just another person who thinks I am Wu Qizheng."

"Perhaps, this is the real reason why I was able to hide the intuition of "Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros"."

This thought passed through Wu Qizheng's mind, feeling a little sad for no reason.

He no longer thinks about this question, because it is a done deal and this question is destined to have no answer.

"Qiao Zhong, or Qiao Sen, I heard that he seems to have survived, although it is only temporary... it is not in vain for all my hard work." He said to himself.

Wu Qizheng had implanted a fist-sized piece of flesh and blood into Qiao Mu's body in advance. Half of the reason was to test the "Flesh and Blood Transformation", and the other half was to give Qiao Mu some strength and try to save his life during the assassination operation.

The so-called plan to assassinate Emperor Yonghe was just a scam. The assassins who went to Qingyun Temple, including Wu Qi, were destined to be annihilated.

And the fist-sized piece of flesh and blood on Qiao Zhong's heart was actually a sign of goodwill from him to Qiao's family.

"There are still Qiao Zhong in this world who dare to challenge Wu Shengren, and there are also Qiao family members who would rather die than surrender... Whether it is Qiao Zhong or the other Qiao family members, I hope that one day, someone will be able to defeat Wu Shengren."

By this time the rain had gradually stopped.

Wu Qizheng no longer held up his umbrella. He used the long umbrella in his hand as a walking stick and trudged along the mountain road step by step, leaving a muddy footprint on the road.

"I have given the fully deduced "Flesh and Blood" to Qiao Zhong in advance, hoping that he will realize the extraordinary nature of this secret method."

"The secret technique in my hand is already different from the "Thousand Changes of Flesh and Blood" of the Martial Saint. It's better to call it "Thousand Changes of Flesh and Blood"."

"No matter what, my secret technique finally has a successor... It would be great if it can help Qiao Zhong or other Qiao family members kill Wu Shengren in the future."

Wu Qizheng used his umbrella as a walking stick and gradually walked away.

He pretended to be a martial saint and broke into Qingyun Temple, but in fact he had no chance of survival.

Therefore, the movie "Flesh and Blood" that was given to Qiao Mu beforehand was actually the meaning of Tuogu.

Before he died, it was his last wish to pass on the techniques he had learned throughout his life.

In the martial arts world of the old days, many warriors actually had a similar last wish before they died. They wanted to pass on what they had learned throughout their lives to future generations, which could be regarded as leaving a little legacy behind them.

It's just that things in the world are unpredictable. Wu Qizheng did not die and succeeded in surviving.

Qiao Zhong is still alive for the time being, but he should die soon... This is not within the scope of Wu Qizheng's estimation.

Zhongzhou, the imperial capital Tianlao.

"Have you heard? The new prisoners this time are amazing." The jailers whispered:

"It is said that he witnessed the tragic death of Wu Shengren with his own eyes!"

"Not only did he witness Wu Shengren's tragic death, but he was not a witness. He even broke the statue of the Xuantian Sect's true immortal..." Fangyuan, a young black-haired jailer, interrupted:

"He also bluntly said that he wanted to be the leader of the new generation of martial arts after the martial saint, and carry the cauldron for martial arts."

"Huh? Fangyuan, how do you know so clearly, let alone that you were there at the time?" asked other jailers.

"This is what the prisoner said himself. He always likes to tell stories about his deeds." said the black-haired jailer Fangyuan.

He is the jailer responsible for delivering meals, and he is in charge of the cell where Qiao Mu is located.

In the past few days, he had also heard many shocking stories from the other party's mouth.

"Stop chatting, stop chatting, Mr. Wei will be arriving soon. This time, the Holy Emperor seems to take this prisoner very seriously, and specially asked Liumen to transfer Mr. Wei to come for interrogation."

"Master Wei?" The black-haired young jailer Fangyuan became excited when he heard this:

"Is it the best hunter in the world in the imperial capital, Lord Wayne Wei, the 'Black-Winged Bat King'?"

"I heard that his interrogation skills and Qinggong are among the best in the world."

"After the death of Wu Shengren, some people even claimed that his Qinggong was the best in the world and that he could not go anywhere in the world."

"Hey, no matter how good your Qinggong is, what can you do? Even the martial arts saint is dead, so there is no hope for this martial arts practitioner..." The other jailers showed little interest.

Chapter 115 The best god in the world captures Wayne (3k

When I opened my eyes, I saw the familiar prison ceiling again.

The window lattice divided the sunlight into four pieces, which fell on the prison floor, with dust floating in the light.

Qiao Mu raised his head and looked out the window. He could only see the blue sky as big as the mouth of a bowl.

"I'm in jail again..." Qiao Mu said to himself.

His shadow twisted in the sunlight, and a small tabby cat emerged from it. The old god leaned against the corner and yawned comfortably, just lying there.

After seeing this little cat for a few days, it seems to have become a little more mellow. Its face has become round and plump. The hair all over its body is stretched out and exudes an inexplicable luster, as if it has just finished collecting ten virgins. vixen.

Maybe it's because Qiao Mu has been in prison for a long time, and even a fat cat looks a little more delicate after looking at it for a long time.

"You fat pig, you don't even move when you emerge from the shadow, you just lie there, you are not a fat house cat." Qiao Mu said angrily.

This fat cat used his shadow as a nest, coming in and out whenever he wanted, and as a martial artist who could only punch and kick, Qiao Mu really didn't have the means to drive him away as a tenant.

"Impermanence, it's time to pay the rent, please give me your strength."

Qiao Mu held the tabby cat's paw and shook it back and forth, while the latter looked at him with a look of disgust, and then licked the paw that Qiao Mu had touched.

"....It's so rude to be treated like a dirty thing."

This cat was quite shy at first and didn't dare to approach him, but now it has gradually become familiar with it, and it has become more and more unrestrained.

"Impermanence, go to the kitchen and steal some food. The birds have almost disappeared from your mouth these days." Qiao Mu whispered.

The prison he is currently in is a Tianzihao prison, which is very different from when he was in Heyang Fucheng.

In the Tianzihao prison, those imprisoned were either extremely vicious people like Qiao Mu or high-ranking officials with good backgrounds.

Ordinary prisoners really don't have the qualifications to be locked up.

Therefore, there are two types of kitchens in Tianlao. One is for cooking for ruthless criminals like Qiao Mu who have no backing. That is, ordinary gruel will suffice without starving to death.

The other kind is big fish and big meat, which is reserved for wealthy officials and nobles.

Qiao Mu patted the tabby cat's butt and urged it to move quickly.

Starting from Heyang Fucheng, every time he saw this tabby cat, his image changed slightly. He seemed to be growing and developing at a high speed, which was very extraordinary.

He didn't know how much death energy had been sucked out of Qiao Mu's body.

Anyway, although this cat is a fat nerd, he is surprisingly very good at hiding.

Hiding in his shadow, following him to challenge Wu Shengren and breaking into Qingyun Temple, no one noticed its existence all the way.

So Qiao Mu was very relieved to let this fat cat act in the prison.

At this time, a burst of laughter came from the cell next door.

"The wild cat you raised is quite intelligent. Where did it get into this prison?" In the cell next door is an old man named Hai Wuya. He has gray hair on his temples and looks to be older. Seventy years old.

Although this man is old, he has broad shoulders and a broad body, with thick calluses on his hands and feet. He was probably a martial arts practitioner when he was young, and according to Qiao Mu's guess, he should be an outsider martial artist who specializes in physical training.

But this person always holds a book in his hand and is reading, and his speech is very polite, which is very different from his appearance.

"Where else can it get in through the window? Even though it's fat, it's puffy. It can get in through such a small window." Qiao Mu said casually.

He did not underestimate this inmate named Hai Wuya.

When he was in Heyang Fucheng, the inmate next door, Lao Qian, claimed that he was the successor of some kind of thief saint, but Qiao Mu didn't believe it at all.

But not everyone can enter Tianjian Prison. If Hai Wuya claims to be the successor of the Thieving Sword Saint, Qiao Mu still has to think carefully about whether it is true or false.

Hai Wuya's cell was not that big, and half of the floor inside was filled with various books.

This is something unusual in the Heavenly Prison.

Being able to bring so many books into the Heavenly Prison shows that Hai Wuya does have a background, and may be a high-ranking official.

What's even more unusual is that...Qiao Mu also sensed the intuitive induction of Wu Sheng Sheng Rhinoceros from his body.

Qiao Muxin said: "In this imperial capital, there are obviously many people who have practiced the "Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros Technique". It's a bit annoying to have so many intuitions. No wonder Wu Shengren wants to practice the "Xuanming Breath Condensation Technique"."

Hai Wuya doesn't talk much and is always immersed in the world of books.

At this time, he chatted with Qiao Mu for a few words, but there was no reply. For a while, the only sound in the cell was the sound of pages turning.

Qiao Mu couldn't help but said: "Lao Hai, what kind of martial arts secrets are you looking at? Let me take a look at it, and we can also exchange it?"

This Hai Wuya is not young anymore, and now his energy and blood have dropped significantly. Judging from his energy and blood, he is estimated to be around the eighth level.

"Do you want to read it?" Hai Wuya said cheerfully, shining the book in his hand into the sunlight so that Qiao Mu could see the title clearly.

""Qing Sang Medical Code"? Is this a medical book? I thought it was about sex surgery."

Qiao Mu's words made Hai Wuya frown immediately:

"I am a scholar who reads books from sages. How could you think that I am studying Fangzhongshu in prison?"

Qiao Mu just laughed.

Although Wu Shengren is dead, he is not without any doubts in his heart. He is afraid that one day some acquaintance around him will suddenly break out and transform into Wu Sheng and suck him dry.

And...what kind of scholar are you?

Even though he is over seventy years old, this person is still broad and broad. Although his energy and blood have declined, he is still at the eighth level. He must not be weak in his prime. He has also practiced the "Martial Spirit Rhinoceros Technique". God knows if he is another martial arts master. Member?

Hai Wuya didn't say anything more and continued to read by himself.