Traveling through thousands of realms at the same time, I need to add some dark blue

Chapter 316 The Birth of the Thunder Sword Monk

The sword shines fiercely, with overwhelming momentum and murderous intent.

Nice sword, so cheap!
Before his death, An Guoxie was no longer thinking about the Xiao Meng's special version of the Exorcism Sword Technique, which was carefully compiled by Gu Meng, mixed with good and evil, unified light and dark, and balanced yin and yang, and did not require self-castration.

He thought more about the evil monk being shameless and poisoning me!

His expression was strange, as if he was crying and laughing, as if he couldn't believe it, as if he was resentful and unwilling. His mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but only a hoarse sound came out.

A translucent sword was nailed between his eyebrows, and blood was flowing out.

Lost...actually lost to a little bald donkey who just got wise...

How could this happen... Why did he recover from all his injuries and improve his martial arts skills... Why did he have knives, swords, and hidden weapons...

The most important thing is how the poisoned weapon without a sheath was hidden... magic!
I'm not willing to give in!

Bang! He fell to the ground with his back to the sky, revealing the Bingque sword with the tip stained with bright red and milky white. His eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes open!
The deceased: An Guoxie.

Identity: The disciple of the weeping old man; a white-headed vulture; a master with all nine orifices opened; No. 36 on the human list.

Cause of death: A sword piercing the forehead, causing the poison to take effect.

Cause of death: softened bones, blackened skin, knife marks on cheeks, and hidden weapons on the body.

The murderer: Shaolin monster...the eminent monk Zhending.

Seeing An Guoxie fall to the ground, Meng Qi did not dare to delay. He stretched out the Red Sun Evil-Suppressing Knife in his right hand and swung it hard, separating An Guoxie's head from his body. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Finally killed him!
Finally saved myself!
If I hadn't practiced the quick and easy-to-kill-on-first-sight sword technique, which has an incredibly fast and sharp sword, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been so easy to kill him without taking any damage.

If he hesitated a little longer, An Guoxie would have shortened his neck and avoided the vital points. He could only use the Self-Sacrifice Technique and activate "Falling into the Red Dust" to make the final blow.

By then, even if I could kill An Guoxie, who has no time to recover, I would still be exhausted and powerless and it would be difficult for me for a while. It would not be as easy as it is now.

As expected, the combination of sword and knife is a great advantage, at least in the initial stage of enlightenment. In the future, you can always travel the world with sword and knife together.

After killing a master on the human list this time, will he also be on the individual list? Xiao Meng can't wait to get his nickname.

Even though nicknames like "The Swordsman" are more common, they are still pretty cool.

Thinking about the future and looking at An Guoxie's face with his eyes open after death, Meng Qi suddenly recalled the torture he had suffered before. He suddenly felt happy and laughed out loud. Didn't you say you were going to pinch off the rest of my body?
Didn't you say you would torture me with all kinds of torture? Why are you lying there without saying anything now?

Humph, I, the Buddha, have a kind heart, am "upright and aboveboard", am a genius in swordsmanship, and am the god of swordsmanship to ward off evil spirits, so I will not torture your corpse.

Meng Qi was proud for a while. No matter how unexpected it was, no matter whether An Guoxie only had 50% or 60% of his strength left, being able to kill a nine-orifice master with the strength of four orifices was a record to be proud of, and an incredible thing that could make people drop their teeth in shock.

Moreover, this shows that his swordsmanship and internal strength have truly reached the level of masters!
I am a master! And I can hit nine orifices without hurting four orifices! I am a genius who leaps over the level!
Of course, the above is just a thought, for self-entertainment, and I still have some idea in my heart.

Xiao Meng regained his composure when he thought of the genius Jiang Zhiwei who could truly open the four orifices to attack the nine orifices without getting hurt, and the "monster" Brother Gu who he suspected might be able to open the orifices to attack the outer scenes or even the Dharma body. He thought that all of the above were just the pride after the death of a powerful enemy, which was a normal human emotion.

"An Guoxie is ranked 36th on the Human List. Now that I have killed him, will I replace him? But this is not good. My true strength may not even be at the level of a beginner on the Human List... But it seems not bad to be off the Human List after being on the Human List last time?"

Meng Qi has always been a guy with divergent thinking. For some reason, he thought of the issue of the human list. He wanted to be on it, but also didn't want to be on it. Because if he ranked very high but didn't have the corresponding strength, he would definitely not be able to deal with the challengers who would come one after another.

"Forget it, let's not consider this kind of unreliable thing for now. I'd better 'destroy the body' or 'use the body to mislead people'. Horse bandits are rampant in the vast sea, and nearly a third of them obey the orders of Zeluoju, the descendant of the crying old man. If people knew that I killed An Guoxie, I'm afraid I would be surrounded by horse bandits as soon as I left the oasis..."

Meng Qi quickly suppressed his wild thoughts and made a decision.

So he picked up his sword, released his strong energy, and destroyed the wounds on An Guoxie's body to prevent others from seeing his special skills. The Ananda-breaking sword technique on An Guoxie's face and the fatal sword technique of some unknown version on his forehead were both external skills, and perhaps the traces and sword intent and sword energy would be recorded by masters.

Looking at An Guoxie's wide eyes, Meng Qi suddenly laughed and said to the corpse: "Speaking of which, this is not a personal vendetta against your corpse. I am just protecting myself!"

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Gu Changqing lay on the tree trunk, watching the situation in the temple intently, waiting for an opportunity. Then he saw An Guoxie suddenly look to the right, and saw the unconscious little monk slashing out a knife light that was not bright enough but seemed to light up his heart, and hallucinations filled his mind.

Then, he saw An Guoxie being hit by a knife, his bones softening, and he narrowly avoided his sword. He saw the little monk throwing out his hidden weapon and picking up his sword.

Seeing An Guoxie struggling to swing out with his left palm, he saw the hidden weapons split into seven in mid-air, most of which bypassed An Guoxie's defense, ignored his dodge, and hit him.

After that, he saw An Guoxie's body swell up like a sandstorm that was about to ravage, and saw the little monk holding a sword in his left hand, stabbing out a sword light that was extremely explosive and spooky and swept away all the demons like a ghost king, and saw An Guoxie with a sword in his heart and brow, and he fell to the ground powerlessly, without a breath.

Wait, An Guoxie's eyebrows were filled with a sword, and he fell to the ground powerlessly, with no more breath?
Gu Changqing seemed to be watching a series of flashing scenes before, and only woke up after the last scene. What on earth happened?
The white-headed vulture An Guoxie actually has a sword between his eyebrows?
He died just like that with all his nine orifices opened? Killed by a monk who looked weak?
Gu Changqing's mouth was half open, and he felt as if he was dreaming. The actions of An Guoxie and the little monk seemed to be replayed in slow motion in his mind and did not feel real at all.

He subconsciously raised his hands and patted his cheeks. The pain made him realize that everything was true. One of the most outstanding disciples of the crying old man, a master with all nine orifices opened, the strongest man ranked 36th on the human list, the white-headed vulture An Guoxie, had really died in front of him, at the hands of an unknown little monk!

And just a few breaths ago, he was the absolute winner, torturing the little monk to death and making him fall into a coma.

Can anyone tell me what is going on? Is he pretending? Is this the legendary "playing the pig to eat the tiger"?

He shouted so in his heart, but there was one thing he could be sure of, that is, the little monk was definitely a master, much more powerful than himself!

After Meng Qi destroyed the knife and sword scars on An Guoxie's body, he was about to search him for something when he suddenly heard some movement in the distance. He immediately turned outside and asked in a deep voice, "Who?"

Not knowing whether it was a friend or an enemy, he could only warn them.

Gu Changqing suppressed his shock, calmly jumped down from the treetop, and walked towards the temple: "Little Master, you asked for help in the inn before, so I came to see you, intending to confirm your identity, and then invite a few seniors to help, who knew that you would kill An Guoxie by yourself.

When he said the second half of the sentence, he felt a subtle sense of unreality.

Meng Qi almost couldn't remember who the frail scholar-like guy opposite him was. To Gu Changqing, this was just a thing that happened in the evening, just a few hours later.

But for Meng Qi, this happened two and a half months ago. It was just a one-time encounter, and he asked for help. If it weren't for his good memory, he would have blurted out "Brother, who are you?"

He had experienced a lot during this period, and he clasped his hands together calmly:
"Amitabha, because of my master's matter, I was captured by An Guoxie and tortured. So when I saw you young heroes, I couldn't help but ask for help. I don't know your name, young heroes. I am very grateful for your help."

He deliberately didn't mention the previous battle because he hadn't thought of an excuse yet.

Gu Changqing waved his hand and said with some shame: "I am Gu Changqing from Gujiabao. I just came to take a look. How can I be called a helping hand?"

"The fact that he has the heart to save people and actually takes action is enough to show that Mr. Gu is a chivalrous man."

Meng Qi said this sincerely, and at the same time, he had an idea. Gu Changqing seemed to be a native of the Western Regions and should be quite familiar with the vast Gobi Desert. He would have to trouble him for help in his search for his junior brother.

He was not a heartless and ungrateful person, so after escaping from the predicament, he thought about finding and rescuing his lost junior brother Zhenhui - who was actually the incarnation of Yang Jian's consciousness.

As for the master, although Shaolin did not expect that the crying old man would suddenly show up after disappearing for many years and intercept their own master, since they dared to send the master to the Western Regions to question the "landlord" of the Vajra Temple, they were absolutely sure that he had enough strength to protect himself, so he was at most injured by the crying old man - besides, they could not help at all in the fight in the outer scene.

Xiao Meng also vaguely knew that the gap between the masters of the outdoor scenes was also very huge, and the master and the crying old man were both masters of the outdoor scenes. Even if Jiang Zhiwei was a genius, at this level, she would not be able to play any effective interference with the sword. In the space, Jiang Zhiwei and Gu Meng both expressed their desire to help Xiao Meng, but the distance was too far, so Jiang Zhiwei gave up. Gu Meng said that he had a fast foot speed and could travel thousands of miles alone, and he would be able to reach the Western Regions soon...Big brother still loves me!

The two people continued to communicate over there. Hearing the evaluation of chivalrous and righteous, Gu Changqing couldn't help showing a trace of joy and satisfaction on his face: "This is what people of our generation should do. I don't deserve your praise. I wonder what your Dharma name is? To be able to kill An Guoxie, you must be a nameless person in Dajin."

He could tell from Meng Qi's accent that he was a monk from the Great Jin Dynasty.

Xiao Meng made up an excuse and said that he was good at hiding things.

As for his injuries, others didn't know that his Dantian had been destroyed before, and he had to rely on Lao Liu to recover, so they said it was just a flesh wound, and he used the magical skills of Buddhism to recover quickly.

Gu Changqing didn't think there was anything wrong. Young people are still young and didn't notice many abnormalities, such as why An Guoxie was so easily deceived.

Gu Changqing continued, "But Master Zhending, your swordsmanship is also amazing. Even if I am watching from afar, I feel like I am trapped in an illusion and it is thrilling. I wonder what sect you come from?"

"I am a disciple of Shaolin." Meng Qi did not hide it because he wanted to ask Gu Changqing to introduce a guide to find his junior fellow apprentice.

Gu Changqing said subconsciously, "So you are a Shaolin disciple. No wonder, no wonder. The sword and knife skills just now must be Ananda's sword and Dharma sword skills, right?"

The Vajra Temple is good at using swords, so the custom of using swords is strong in the Western Regions. There are not many famous swords in the world today, at least much fewer than sword techniques. The powerful and unique skills in the outdoor scenes can also be ranked at the top. Even if Gu Changqing is a swordsman, he has heard of Ananda's sword technique, which is at the top of the world's sword techniques.

As for Bodhidharma's swordsmanship, it is his own interest.

Yes, Gu Changqing is also a standard swordsman.

Nowadays, which serious young man would use a knife instead of a sword?

Do you use a knife? I don't.

"I am not talented enough and do not deserve false praise."

Meng Qi answered with a tacit attitude, skipping over the sword technique and saying, "Donor Gu, that sword technique is not Shaolin martial arts, but was given to me by a good friend of yours who has the same surname as you. He should come to the Western Regions to find me soon. In addition, because of An Guoxie, I got separated from my junior brother. I wonder if you have seen a monk younger than me who is also dressed like this?"

"No." Gu Changqing shook his head. "The Western Region monks dress differently from the Great Jin. I have never seen them before. What happened to separate you?"

Meng Qi pondered for a moment, thinking that facing An Guoxie, a Nine-Aperture Master, Gu Changqing had the courage to come and inquire, and act chivalrously, so he roughly described the matter, and finally said:
"I wonder how much you know about the terrain of the vast sea, Mr. Gu. Could you explain it to me so that I won't be at a loss as to where to find someone?"

"Master Xuanbei is fighting the crying old man. It is such a shocking battle. I wish I could witness it with my own eyes."

Gu Changqing sighed for a few times and then said, "My family has lived in the vast sea for generations, so I know the terrain quite well. It is extremely complicated and it is difficult to describe it in detail. If you don't mind, I am willing to lead the way for you."

The two exchanged some information about the local situation and dealt with An Guoxie's body.

The next day, Meng Qi put on the white Confucian robe he had long admired, put on a gauze hat to cover his bald head, and deliberately placed the sword among the swords in a more conspicuous position, and left the oasis with Gu Changqing.

At noon, An Guoxie's death was discovered by his men. The conflict between Meng Qi and him was no secret. He was about to face a killing order from the Western Region underworld. Of course, this would also make him famous.

The crying old man's disciple, a master of the outer scene, Zhe Luoju, nicknamed "The Evil Knife of the Vast Sea", soon came here to investigate.

Ze Luoju used sorcery to investigate, and suddenly the temple was filled with cries of wronged souls, and it became eerie and gloomy.

I can still faintly hear An Guoxie's wailing - "The evil monk harmed me, I died miserably." (bushi)

Ze Luoju's left eye was dug out by the crying old man, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise, and he mastered an extremely difficult magical skill - "The Evil Eye of the Netherworld".

This kind of strange skill was not considered low-level martial arts. Xiao Meng's Tibetan skills were nothing. He quickly found the headless corpse and broken head of An Guoxie that he had soaked in the lake.

"Well, he died well. I have disliked him for a long time, but I am the only one who can kill him."

"Let me see... There are hidden weapon wounds, and the body was poisoned. The heart was severely damaged, which should be one of the main causes of death. There are traces of poison gas remaining in the meridians and signs that the internal energy dissipated before death... Is he an expert in poison? Is he a Shaolin disciple?"

"The bones are completely softened. It should be because he was dodging swords and knives. For that bastard to be able to do this, either his strength completely suppressed him, or he came in a hurry and couldn't react in time... The Crazy Sand Divine Art showed signs of reverse luck. Combined with the previous, it should be to resist the influence of toxins and scattered poisonous gas. If he was strong enough to suppress him, there would be no need to go through so much trouble..."

"Many traces of the sword and knife were concealed, but the sword and knife skills were extraordinary. The final fatal injury should be this sword, but the murderer's sword intent was stronger, and there was also a hint of thunder intent, so he was better at swordsmanship, and the swordsmanship was just a final finishing move."

"Of course, the most important thing is sneak attacks and poisoning with hidden weapons..."

Ze Luoju closed his evil eye and already knew how to describe the wanted man to his men.

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In Liushaji, Meng Qi in a white Confucian robe and Gu Changqing, who looks like a frail scholar, return on horseback, like two scholars who have traveled far away.

"We're finally here." Gu Changqing breathed a sigh of relief.

On the way, he made mistakes several times and arrived at Liushaji a day later than expected.

The corner of Meng Qi's mouth twitched. This guy seemed a little unreliable. Wouldn't it be self-inflicted to rely on him to go to the depths of the vast ocean to look for his junior brother?

If he hadn't been trying to show off and maintain his image as a Shaolin disciple, he would have complained about it long ago.

They both have the last name Gu, but why aren’t they as reliable as Brother Gu and Gu Xiaosang?
At least the two of them never made mistakes when leading the way.

"Well, we're finally here." Meng Qi no longer used the monk's language.

Hearing Meng Qi's answer, Gu Changqing said awkwardly, "I am relatively inexperienced. It's not that I don't know enough about the terrain. Look, we finally arrived at Liushaji, didn't we?"

"Yes." Meng Qi nodded to save his face.

Poplar trees of various shapes and sizes stood by the road. Liusha Village seemed to have gotten rid of the influence of the battle between Xuan Bei and the Crying Old Man that day and had regained a lot of its popularity.

Looking at the Liushaji in front of him, Xiao Meng remembered that Brother Gu had mentioned before they parted that he would come down the mountain to the Western Regions to find him. He also mentioned Liushaji. He didn't know how fast his legs were, but after all, it was quite far away, so he should not have arrived yet.

Alas, it would be great if my invincible brother Gu could be by my side. With him around, I would feel safe and no longer afraid of being hunted down by others.

In the last world, during the last wave at the Demon Tomb, Xiao Meng wanted to say that he was simply a god, and Brother Gu was still getting stronger rapidly.

Even if Brother Gu told him now that no one with a high body could beat him, Xiao Meng would still believe it.

That's the real time traveler.

At this moment, a familiar voice came, which surprised Xiao Meng greatly.

"Xiao Meng, here, here, I have been waiting here for a long time. Hey, you are a little late. Could it be that An Guoxie has an accident? With all your preparations, he can still resist? Then I really have to say that it is amazing."

(End of this chapter)