A mob of clones

"Someone?!"

Meng Qi raised his head and looked forward, and immediately saw dark shadows constantly moving in the dark corridor ahead.

It seemed that he had realized that he and others had been discovered, and the guy in the darkness no longer concealed himself.

"kill!!!"

The piercing shouts of killing resounded like thunder in the narrow corridor.

Dark shadows rushed over from the fork in the road ahead, some holding swords, some holding axes, and some holding steel forks.

The moment they appeared, they locked onto the four people in the passage, and finally rushed towards this side like a surging wave.

The thick wall of people holding weapons gave people an extremely strong sense of oppression in this narrow passage.

"Chong-"

"when--"

"Tear--"

Weapons, blood, heads, flesh and blood flew everywhere...

In the end, only corpses were left on the ground...

At that time, Meng Qi was like an outsider, standing in the center of the three-person battle circle. Seeing the blood spurting out, staining the ground and walls red, he suddenly felt a sense of unreality in his heart.

It seemed like I was watching a movie in a cinema and everything had nothing to do with me.

It was not until a sharp blade suddenly pierced out from the wall that Meng Qi came back to his senses. But then he felt his heart tighten and he suddenly turned sideways.

But it was still a step too late...

The spear pierced Meng Qi's shoulder, and the intense pain swept through his heart. Only then did he come back to his senses from his outsider state.

Although he practiced in Shaolin Temple for quite a long time, Meng Qi was, after all, just a young man who came from a peaceful era and grew up in a peaceful country where even fighting could become a hot topic.

I have never seen such a horrific scene.

Looking at the blood that suddenly stained his shoulder, the pain, coupled with the various weapons and flying blood in front of him, made the young monk, who was inexperienced in the world, turn pale in an instant.

But Meng Qi is not a cowardly person.

As his face turned pale, a surge of anger and resentment suddenly rushed into his heart.

It has been quite some time since he traveled through time, but during this time he always had a strong sense of unreality.

It seems that I have not yet integrated into this world and am completely out of tune with other people.

Although life since traveling through time has not been very smooth, that unreal and hazy feeling is like a wall that isolates everything.

Even after seeing the mysterious Wu River and the six reincarnation spaces, this feeling did not disappear.

Until now...

"It hurts! It hurts!"

Like a kaleidoscope of events, at that moment Meng Qi's mind flashed with scenes from his time traveling through time.

A hint of scarlet stained his eyes.

A hidden assassin looked at the stunned little monk and was glad that he had chosen the right person.

He exerted force with his hand suddenly, trying to pull the sword out from Meng Qifa's shoulder and completely end the life of the invader.

But just as he pulled the weapon out a little, he suddenly felt that the blade in his hand seemed to be stuck by something.

He frowned and used his true energy to barely pull himself away.

But just as the sword on his shoulder was about to be pulled out, the little monk who had been in a daze suddenly moved!
He suddenly grasped the sword blade that was stuck in his shoulder with his hand, and the confusion in his eyes disappeared in an instant, replaced by full of ruthlessness.

Thinking about how he had inexplicably become a monk, and then how he had spent so many days in the Shaolin Temple and suffered all kinds of humiliation and oppression, Meng Qi could only feel the anger in his heart rising.

At this moment, the true energy was surging in his body, and a golden color that was difficult to detect with the naked eye spread across Meng Qi's body.

The moment the palm and the sword blade were grasped, there was an inexplicable sound of metal clashing, as if being grasped by a pair of pliers.

With a strong hit, the tip of the sword was broken off.

Seeing this scene, the man hiding in the wall was shocked.

Before Qi could react, Meng Qi suddenly pulled back and the assassin who was hiding in the hollow wall to avoid a sneak attack was pulled out.

Before he could react, he saw a fist growing bigger and bigger in front of his eyes.

The punch hit his facial features.

Meng Qi didn't know where he got so much strength from. With one punch, his teeth, nose blood, tears, and snot flew everywhere.

The crisp sound of bones breaking was not obvious on the battlefield full of swords and sabers, but he still heard it clearly.

At this moment, Meng Qi, with adrenaline rushing into his brain, no longer cared about these things.

He didn't even care about the blood on his shoulder, he just pounced on the man and punched him hard.

Meng Qi himself didn't know how long the fight lasted.

Even when the shouting and screaming around gradually stopped and the flashing of swords and sabers disappeared, it did not stop.

In the silent corridor, only the sounds of flesh colliding with flesh and bones crushing could be heard.

It was not until a long time later that a hand patted his shoulder. Meng Qi suddenly came to his senses and saw the bloody face in front of him. He was so scared that he jumped up on the spot, his face pale.

He looked at the scratches on the palm of his hand and the blood on the back of his hand, his eyes full of disbelief.

"This? I did this?"

As he said that, he raised his head and looked at the mysterious Wu He who was pressing his shoulder beside him, and a bit of confusion appeared in his eyes again.

In response to this, Guimi Wuhe didn't say anything more, but just reached out and patted his shoulder again.

"Yes."

"Although it may not be a good experience, congratulations on successfully entering the arena..."

As he said this, he pointed and looked at the corpses all over the ground.

"You must become stronger quickly, otherwise they will become your example."

……

The world of the Supreme One, the real world, the Shaolin Temple.

"Senior brother..."

The sudden sound beside his ear startled Meng Qi, who was distracted while sweeping the floor.

Subconsciously, he quickly put the note away and turned to look behind him.

Meng Qi, who was still recalling the bloody scene he had seen in the Six Paths of Reincarnation space, was awakened at this moment and regained consciousness.

He turned his head with some confusion and looked behind him, then saw a figure dressed similarly to him, with the same shiny bald head, standing behind him.

It was Meng Qi’s junior fellow apprentice, Zhenhui.

Seeing the other party, Meng Qi couldn't help but feel relieved. He came back from his memories and asked:
"Junior brother? What's wrong?"

"What do you want from me?"

The young monk really didn't want to waste time talking, and he immediately stated the purpose of his visit.

"Brother, I'm looking for you because Master is looking for you."

"Oh, Master, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Hearing this, Zhenhui thought for a moment and said seriously:

"Master asked me to come find you because a donor is looking for you."

"That donor said that because several other donors wanted to see you, that's why he asked Master to come to you..."

Meng Qi was confused by the five people who came to him one after another. He didn't react to what Zhenhui meant for a moment and immediately shook his head.

"Forget it, I'll go and see for myself."

……

It didn't take long before Meng Qi met the person who was looking for him.

Looking at the young swordsman standing at the door, wearing brocade clothes, a white jade ring, a sword on his left, and a spear on his right, looking as dignified as a god, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

"Brother Wu He, why are you here?"

However, after he walked forward, the surprise on his face gradually faded, and he looked around with some confusion.

"Where's my master? Didn't Zhenhui say that you two came together?"

Hearing this, Guimi Wuhe shook his head.

"Master Xuanbei is busy with his work and has left for the time being."

"It's just the two of us here now."

After hearing what Guimi Wuhe said, Meng Qi immediately understood and nodded slightly.

Since no one is here, we can get down to business.

He looked at the mysterious Wu He in front of him with some doubt and asked:

"So why did Senior Brother Wu come this time?"

Weird Wu He: "Of course I'm telling you what we talked about before."

Meng Qi: "Didn't a bird messenger deliver a note directly to me?"

Seeing Meng Qi's confused look, the mysterious Wu He glanced at him speechlessly, stretched out his hand, and suddenly a bird fell from the sky.

"You don't think any bird can enter the gate of Shaolin Temple at will, do you?"

"Of course I asked him to come to you."

"I'll let you in on some news first, so that you won't be too surprised and unable to accept it when you really know everything."

Listening to Guimi Wuhe's complaints, Meng Qi rubbed his head and chuckled twice, trying to get away with it, but then he spoke again in confusion:

"When the bird delivered the message, didn't the words on the note explain everything?"

"Is there anything else you need to inform me of? Do we have to meet in person to discuss the details?"

Hearing this, the mysterious Wu He smiled slightly, but without further ado, he stretched out his hand and took out something.

It was a sword tip that had been broken off, and it was stained with blood.

Meng Qi was naturally no stranger to the sword tip in front of him.

Because this section of the sword tip was pulled out from his shoulder.

...The view returns to the original Hidden Emperor Fortress...

"This is... Jianghu?"

The words coming from the mysterious Wuhekou made Meng Qi feel inexplicably dazed.

However, the sharp pain on his shoulder as he moved his feet slightly suddenly traveled along his nerves to his brain, causing him to gasp and come back to his senses.

He quickly lowered his head and stretched out his hand to grab his shoulder. Looking at the tip of the sword that he had broken off and the hideous wound that wrapped around the tip, he gritted his teeth for a while.

He carefully held the edge of the sword, but his nails still accidentally touched the turned-out flesh, and the pain made Meng Qi almost cry.

But after a moment, he forcibly pulled out the foreign object that was inserted into his shoulder.

The sound of iron sheets hitting stone was extremely harsh in this empty corridor.

"I should have known better than to try to be cool and break the blade."

"Mmm, it really hurts me to death."

Meng Qi's face turned pale from the pain. He glanced around, taking in the gloomy and damp environment and the blood-stained sword on the ground, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

"By the way, is this sword clean? I won't get tetanus, will I?"

Just when Meng Qi was feeling mixed emotions, a jade bottle was handed to him from the side.

"Here are some healing medicines. Please use them first."

The little monk turned his head and was surprised to find that the person who handed him the medicine was not the mysterious Wu He, nor the friendly Jiang Zhiwei next to him.

On the contrary, Qingjing has always been in a bad mood.

Feeling Xiao Meng's gaze, Qing Jingzhen snorted and turned his head away.

"Don't get me wrong."

"We have just come in and are facing these dangers. We don't know how many difficulties we will encounter when we really get to the place where those four heroes are imprisoned."

"I don't want you to become a burden to me."

Seeing Qingjing's head and body almost twisted 180 degrees, Meng Qi was in a trance for a moment, with only one thought in his mind.

"Is this considered tsundere?"

Of course, Xiao Meng would not be stupid enough to say it out loud.
He took the jade bottle, said thank you, and after opening it, he found that it seemed to be something similar to iodine.

It smells a bit like wine.

There is no clean water here, and there is no way to clean the wound, but Meng Qi has been practicing for a while after all, and now he has accumulated some energy.

Although he had just gotten started, the outburst just now had also brought him a lot of insights into true Qi.

Now he was using his true Qi to clean the wound quite well.

Of course, when I apply medicine on the wound, it still feels sour.

It takes a while to clean the wound.

Three of the four people at the scene were killing someone for the first time today.

It does take some time for self-relief.

I'm willing to stay here for a while longer.

At this time, Shi Qingjing and Jiang Zhiwei stood together.

Jiang Zhiwei then carefully transmitted her voice to Qingjing:
"How? Have you begun to believe them?"

Qing Jing remained calm on the surface, but also replied:

"This little monk should be trustworthy."

"That desperate performance just now didn't seem fake."

"This should be the first time for him to experience this kind of thing."

“Although it’s still a little strange that he seemed somewhat familiar with that strange space before, the possibility of disguise is not high.”

After the battle, Qingjing and the others obviously had a different opinion of Meng Qi.

but……

“But that guy is different.”

As he said this, he turned his gaze towards the mysterious Wu River.

"He's still very suspicious."

“He made it seem so easy.”

Jiang Zhiwei: "But according to him, he has experienced this more than once."

"If the last mission was too difficult, isn't it normal that this one is relatively simple and easy?"

Qing Jing: “That’s exactly what’s going on.”

"But the final result still depends on how that guy performs in the future, as well as the situation of the so-called Six Paths of Reincarnation Dimension..."

As Qingjing spoke, his eyes suddenly focused, and suddenly a shout was heard.

The sudden sound startled Meng Qi.

Turning his head slightly, he saw Qingjing looking at the mysterious Wuhe with a wary look on his face.

At this time, the mysterious Wu He was bending over as if he was looking for something.

Meng Qi looked closely and saw that the mysterious Wu He actually picked up the sword tip stained with his blood.

Qingjing was just stressed out by the mysterious Wuhe's action, so he cried out.

The mysterious Wu He did not stop his actions. He picked up the sword tip from the ground slowly and waved to the three people in front of him.

“Don’t be so nervous.”

"It's just picking up something. I won't eat you."

Qing Jing snorted coldly at this.

"Not always."

Seeing this, Guimi Wuhe didn't care. He put away his sword and started to dig up the bodies of the dead people around him.

Seeing this, Qingjing frowned again.

"What are you doing now?"

Weird Wuhe: "Look for something useful? Isn't it obvious?"

As he spoke, the mysterious Wu He's hands moved faster and faster. In a short moment, he had searched through several corpses around him.

However, to his disappointment, the news that masters in novels never leave their secret manuals behind when they go out turned out to be false.

With such a large group of people in front of him, Guimi Wu He couldn't even get hold of the worst martial arts secret book.

But think about it, these guys in front of me are death warriors, not lone knights in the world.

It is normal for that group of knights to write down their experiences bit by bit during training and compile them into secret manuals, but these death warriors here all know that they may die at any time, so how could they really carry the treasure with them?
Finally, the mysterious Wu He dug out some silver coins of low value, as well as some hidden weapons, poisons, and healing medicines that had not been used yet.

Anyway, Guimi Wuhe had a lot of space in his hands, so he didn't mind and took away everything he could.

This instance was like Tyson entering kindergarten for him.

I don't see any good resources to plan for at all.

In that case, we might as well just take whatever we can. At least this trip won't be in vain, right?

However, after Guimi Wu He put these away, he looked up and saw the strange looks from the other three people.

In this regard, Guimi Wuhe didn't care and spread his hands.

"If we only count on the little reward from the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation."

"As a reincarnationist, I'm afraid he will starve to death." Not only can you exchange rewards at the Six Paths of Reincarnation, you can also sell things to him."

"Things about building foundation are probably in the single digits, accumulating Qi is in the double digits, opening the orifices is in the triple digits, external scene is in the quadruple digits, and things at the Dharmakaya level are basically in the five digits."

"And so on and so forth."

"Even with the side quests, the rewards are only in the double digits."

"If we only count on the little reward from the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation."

"As a reincarnator, I'm afraid I'll starve to death."

“I want to be able to improve.”

"Can't you make some extra money?"

"It's your first time and you're not used to it yet. That's normal."

"Take your time, you will understand."

At this time, Meng Qi had almost treated his wounds and stood up from the ground.

"Brother Wu He, why did you pick up that sword blade just now?"

Seeing Meng Qi stand up, the mysterious Wu He smiled slightly.

"Just thought of doing an experiment."

"Don't worry too much..."

……

Meng Qi was still a little confused when he recalled what the mysterious Wu He had said to him.

"Brother Wu, you mentioned before that you were going to do an experiment, but what exactly is the experiment?"

In response to this, Guimi Wuhe smiled mysteriously.

"Then guess how I brought this thing out?"

Meng Qi: "Didn't you bring it out directly from the space, brother?"

The mysterious Wu He shook his head.

"Remember we wanted to confirm whether death in the reincarnation space was real death, so we went to look for Yan Wujiang who died in the mission?"

"Yan Wujiang was in Jiangdong Maoling before he was pulled into the Six Paths of Reincarnation space by the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation."

Seeing Meng Qi nod, Guimi Wuhe sighed, pinched the broken blade in his hand with two fingers and said:

"And this is what Qi Xia dug out from the body of Yan Wujiang who died in the Dajiang Gang..."

...(End of chapter)