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

"Besides, the Wu Jihui's arsenal has collected martial arts and strange arts from all over the world, such as life and death talismans, life-threatening poisons, and strange poisons that will make life worse than death if the antidote is not taken for a month... We have these things It’s not like there’s nothing, why bother?”

Qiao Mu thought about it too.

The most important thing is that he is not afraid of death. Why panic? It will be over if you are reckless.

So he didn't resist, letting Wu Qi cut open his heart with a sharp blade, and then forcefully stuffed the fist-sized piece of flesh into the wound on his chest.

This fist-sized piece of flesh and blood seemed to be alive. It squirmed on its own, gradually turning from a fist-sized bulge to a flat shape, and finally seemed to have become a part of Qiao Mu's body.

"Three or four days are enough to repair the damage to your meridians, and it will not affect your participation in the plan to assassinate the emperor." Wu Qi was letting out a long sigh, his face turning slightly pale.

Obviously this kind of "treatment" is not easy for him.

Wu Qi stood up and walked toward the door, saying:

"Qiao Zhong, those members of the Qiao family including you are all good men who value justice over life and death."

"But for the assassination operation in a few days, I hope you can take more care of your own life."

It seems that because he witnessed Mo Mingzhi's death in Hucheng during the day, Wu Qizheng was a bit talkative tonight:

"After all, only by surviving can you pass the test of the Martial Saint, and then you can obtain the top skills in the Martial Saint's hands."

"I understand." Qiao Mu nodded.

Mo Mingzhi, the kind of crazy person who would operate on his apprentice before committing suicide, is another matter. Who doesn't admire people who truly sacrifice their lives for righteousness, and Qiao Mu naturally does the same.

However, Qiao Mu has never regarded himself as a moral saint. He has a strong balance in his heart and is self-aware.

He was born with the power of immortality. Through repeated deaths, he could transcend the accumulation of long years in one fell swoop, and spend decades as one day.

In order to pursue a high-quality death, he could do good or evil in his mind, but he chose the path he preferred, that's all.

"Actually, there have been righteous men who sacrificed their lives for righteousness since ancient times, but in today's Great Yan Dynasty, such people are basically extinct..." Qiao Mu thought.

Wu Qizheng had already opened the door and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and said;

"A figure like Wu Shengren has always been headstrong and only believes in himself...Since the establishment of the Wuji Society, his martial arts cultivation has progressed by leaps and bounds."

"In fact, what cards and methods he has, and what level of strength he has reached, even I, a disciple of the Martial Saint, the so-called 'Seventy-two Sages', can only guess..."

"So, a crazy person like Mo Mingzhi must have been entrusted to someone else. Wu Shengren is not a life-saving straw..."

"What do you want to say?" Qiao Mu asked.

"Those who trust Wu Shengren are basically dead." Wu Qizheng left these words, opened the door and left, leaving only Qiao Mu himself in the guest room.

"This Wu Qizheng seems to be quite friendly to me...I don't know if he has hidden evil intentions."

Qiao Mu pressed his heart.

He and Wu Jihui were not on the same side to begin with, and now they were just acting together, not alliance partners.

He was still somewhat wary of Wu Qizheng.

Qiao Mu moved a table and chairs to the balcony and sat down. While making himself a pot of tea, he looked at the scene of the Taoist serving porridge downstairs.

Under the moonlight, the shadows of the trees were stretched out.

suddenly.

The long shadow twisted strangely, and a calico cat jumped out of the shadow.

"This cat..." Qiao Mu was stunned for a moment.

He then remembered that this demon cat, Impermanence, seemed to have gotten into his shadow when he went to hunt the saint, and now it has only come out after nearly ten days?

What's even weirder is that the tabby cat's small body has completely swelled at this moment. It's all round and chubby, and its belly is almost stretched to the ground. It has become a fat house cat.

Meow... The tabby cat took two steps in a daze, staggering as before.

In fact, it's not to blame. When hunting the Saint and challenging the Martial Saint, the sudden strong death aura caused it to fall into a coma while hiding in the shadows. It only woke up not long after.

"In the next few days, I may sneak into Qingyun Temple and kill Emperor Yonghe... For such an important matter, even if I don't need this impermanent monster, I know that I will survive nine deaths... It is not an exaggeration to say that there will be no life after ten deaths."

He thought for a moment, then grabbed the fat cat's neck with one hand and asked whether he should release it.

The fat cat seemed to have noticed something. After being lifted up by Qiao Mu, its short legs swung wildly in the air, and then it hugged Qiao Mu's calves tightly without letting go.

Qiao Mu was stunned, and the fat cat's figure suddenly blurred, and he broke free from Qiao Mu's hands. His body quickly turned into a shadow, and then got into Qiao Mu's shadow.

"..." Qiao Mu stepped on his own shadow a few times tentatively, but when there was no movement at all, he had no choice but to give up.

Three or four days passed by in a hurry.

In the past few days, Qiao Mu's internal injuries to his meridians were getting better every day.

The weird mass of flesh and blood in the chest is like a second heart. From time to time, a vague warm current will form, flowing along the blood through the limbs, repairing the damaged meridians.

By the last day, Qiao Mu's internal injuries had basically healed.

But the strange flesh and blood on the chest was only slightly smaller, which surprised Qiao Mu.

He could feel that the flesh and blood was still there.

In the past few days, he repeatedly questioned Wu Qizheng several times, but he was intentionally or unintentionally evasive. He could only give up, but he was more cautious in his heart.

...

The first day of the new year.

This day is a rare auspicious day, suitable for burning incense and worshiping gods.

The sky had just turned pale, and the Qingming Town woke up from its slumber, and there were already pedestrians and pilgrims on the streets.

Many incense and candle shops on the street opened early today, and they were full of customers and quite lively.

The lame old man also got up early and followed the crowd to get incense and candles to prepare to climb the mountain to worship gods.

Although they burn incense and worship gods almost every day, today is a little different. There are more pilgrims climbing the mountain to worship gods than in the past. At a glance, the flow of people is like rain.

The main peak, Qingming Peak, towers into the clouds, with beautiful scenery, like a fairyland.

Although Qingyun Temple is not at the top of the mountain, you still need to climb 3,000 steps to reach the Taoist temple.

For ordinary people, especially the lame old man with inconvenient legs and feet, it is not easy.

Of course, he is also very content.

Going up and down the mountain every day is just a way to exercise your muscles. It is better than working hard on the land and worrying about the harvest and taxes next year, right?

"Hmm? That person seems a little familiar..." The lame old man glanced at Qiao Mu next to him, thinking about it, but he didn't remember the passerby who had a brief chat with him, nor did he think about it carefully.

Qiao Mu was in the crowd like him. He mixed into the team of pilgrims and climbed the stone steps one by one.

His identity is special. He is not a member of the Wu Ji Society. He was just spotted by the Wu Sheng and joined this matter.

As one of the assassins, he didn't know the overall plan of the Wu Ji Society, and didn't even know who the participants in this action were...

But this is not important.

He only needed to find the presence of Emperor Yonghe among the pilgrims, and when the time came, he would assassinate him.

..

"Emperor of Great Yan, it's time to leave."

The two Taoists Chiyang and Qingyang stood side by side, urging Emperor Yonghe, who had already been in Qingyun Temple, to get up.

Emperor Yonghe let out a long sigh, looked at the clouds lingering in the mountains, his eyes dim, and took a step.

Guard Chu Xing followed closely behind.

Emperor Yonghe's secret trip this time was actually because the immortal cultivators used magic to cover up his true appearance, and with the protection of the two Taoists Chiyang and Qingyang, he was able to reach Qingyun Temple all the way.

Now, in the eyes of other pilgrims around him, he was not his true appearance, so naturally he could not be recognized.

At this moment, he was just an ordinary pilgrim, blending into the crowd without any abruptness, but no matter where he went, the eyes of Taoists Chiyang, Qingyang and others followed him closely.

"Do you think that the Martial Saint will come?" Taoist Chiyang chatted casually with his junior brother Qingyang beside him.

"It's better to come. It's just right to catch all the rats in the Wu Ji Association in one fell swoop, so as to eliminate the trouble forever." Taoist Qingyang smiled and said: "The Martial Saint has entered the devil's way. If we kill him, it can be regarded as acting on behalf of heaven." They naturally heard about the deeds of the Martial Saint that have been widely circulated in the Tingchao Tower in the mortal world recently. Chapter 107 The Martial Saint in the World (3k) The sun was high in the sky, and the sky was blue, clear and blue, like a huge blue jade. There were no clouds in the sky and the sun was shining. The long line of pilgrims had also reached the end of the three thousand steps. Under the guidance of the Taoist servant, they entered the main hall to pay homage to the immortals of Xuantian Sect. Qiao Mu was among the pilgrims, and he was still looking for the figure of the Great Yan Emperor. He didn't know the appearance of the Great Yan Emperor, but he also heard the Xingxuan Envoy of the Wu Ji Association guess that the cultivator might have used a sleight of hand. So he wanted to find The existence of the Great Yan Emperor cannot be found with the naked eye.

In other words, one can only rely on intuition.

Qiao Mu has not yet embarked on the path of the upper third-grade soul refining. He has only cultivated an intuition that sometimes works and sometimes doesn't work by practicing the "Martial Spirit Holy Rhinoceros Secret".

The upper third-grade warriors who have truly embarked on the path of soul refining have trained their intuition to the point where they can "anticipate the enemy's moves".

According to the speculation of the two generations of Xingxuan Envoys of the Wu Ji Association in Nanzhou, if the Great Yan Emperor travels, he must be accompanied by a third-grade soul refining warrior.

Even if the Great Yan Dynasty is now The same is true for Gang's exhaustion.

The existence of the Soul-Refining Martial Artist can keenly detect the assassin's killing intentions and take precautions in advance, so it is difficult to assassinate the emperor.

The Soul-Refining Martial Artist can only reach the fourth rank at most. To go higher, he can only rely on accumulating internal strength bit by bit over a long period of time, without any qualitative breakthrough.

The reason why the Soul-Refining Martial Artist can reach the third rank is naturally because this so-called Soul-Refining Martial Arts is more powerful than continuing to accumulate internal strength foolishly.

After the martial arts reach the peak of the fourth rank, except for a very few gifted people, the Qi and blood The accumulation of internal strength has basically reached the soft upper limit of the human body.

The internal strength, qi and blood of the soul-refining warriors are not necessarily deeper than those of the fourth-grade warriors who have accumulated for many years, but in actual combat, it is a different matter.

In essence, the way of soul-refining is already the fourth track for warriors besides strength, strength and skills. Although it may not have a great advantage in the accumulation of quantity, it has achieved a qualitative breakthrough.

"Then there is only one way." Qiao Mu thought:

"First, have the intention to kill, and deliberately arouse the instinctive intuition of the soul-refining guards around the emperor."

"Finding the existence of the God Refining Guard is roughly equivalent to finding the location of Emperor Dayan."

Qiao Mu looked at the numerous pilgrims in front of him, closed his eyes slightly, and put his hand on the scabbard on his waist.

With a slight burst of inner energy, but not revealing his aura, he imagined in his mind the scene of slaughtering all the believers and killing the Great Yan Emperor in the crowd.

not far away.

Guard Chu seemed to be aware of it and glanced at Qiao Mu calmly from the corner of his eye.

Because Qiao Mu didn't have the face of "Qiao Pif" at the moment, he didn't recognize the person in front of him, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, half-smiling.

"There is no real murderous intention. Do you deliberately make such a gesture to arouse my intuition? Maybe it is an assassin who is just a little green."

If you want to deceive the intuition of the god-refining warrior, relying on imagination in your mind is naturally not enough.

Unless Qiao Mu really had the idea of ​​​​killing all the believers around him at the next moment, he would not be able to deceive the guards of Chu Xingchu.

But this time, Chu Huwei was able to detect Qiao Mu's existence, which had nothing to do with intuition.

Mainly because the distance between the two parties was not far, and because he had enough experience, he noticed Qiao Mu's subtle movements.

Chu Xing had no intention of taking action to defeat the enemy.

Qingyun Temple is the home ground of Xianmen Xuantian Sect. It would be inappropriate for him to do this here.

As for the Immortal Sect....

"It seems that there is a mortal who behaves differently?" Chiyang Taoist Lao Shen said with ease.

"You have a sword on you. Are you a warrior among mortals?"

"It would be better if you are a member of Wujihui, then we can make some achievements later." Taoist Qingyang smiled.

Although Wu Jihui and Wu Shengren have been out of place over the years and are not looked down upon by the Immortal Sect, they are still a hidden danger after all.

"Then, let's wait and see, don't scare the snake." Qingyang said calmly: D