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

"Why did you die for Wu Shengren?" Wu Qizheng asked coldly.

Although he is a disciple of Wu Shengren and is known as one of the 72 sages, he doesn't have much affection for Wu Shengren.

After all, he is also one of the merits of Wu Shengren, if one day he is useless, he will die.

"Because Wu Shengren is the leader of martial arts in the world, the most powerful person in martial arts, if there are still martial arts in this world who are expected to fight against aliens, then it is most likely to be Wu Shengren." The old man Mo Mingzhi said firmly:

"The foreigner is high above the others, treating all peoples like humble dogs, and feeding all peoples to support themselves."

"In the 40 years of the Alien War, after the death of the first or second generation, the people today have forgotten the humiliation at the beginning. The Taoist temples have opened into a big city like Heyang Fucheng. People burn incense and worship gods during festivals and festivals. A custom."

"People can't see it, but we warriors stand taller, so we can naturally see it."

"If things go on like this, if martial arts do not exist, our human race will eventually be completely reduced to alien vassals, the cattle and sheep raised in their pastures."

Mo Mingzhi is the Xingxuan envoy of the previous generation in Wujihui, and he is also older. He knows far more things than ordinary people and ordinary martial arts.

"Wu Shengren's "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Jue" may be an opportunity to change the fate of martial arts and the fate of all people." Mo Mingzhi sighed.

After Wu Shengren reappeared in the world, the truth of "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhinoceros Jue" was exposed through Tingchao Lou. All the martial arts masters in the world know that Wu Sheng Ren has been dormant in secret for 40 years. He screens talents through "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Jue" and regards them as assets. grain.

"Is this the reason why you smoke the disciples of the sect?" Wu Qi stared intently.

"Master Qizheng, the way of immortality is strong but the way of martial arts is weak, and the way of martial arts is probably behind the way of immortality for thousands of years." Mo Mingzhi said with emotion:

"Thousands of years ago, the way of martial arts reached the limit at the fourth rank. What is left is to continue to slowly accumulate internal strength and rely on the long years to improve bit by bit, but there is no qualitative breakthrough."

"In the last few hundred years, a clear and clear way of refining gods has only been gradually explored."

"Led by Wudang Daoist Zhang, although there are legends in the world about martial arts, they are just illusory legends."

"Aside from the illusory rumors, those who stand at the forefront of martial arts today are undoubtedly martial sages."

"Martial sages have gathered the accumulation of top martial arts masters in the world for 40 years, established the martial arts club, and created the current method. The progress of martial arts in the world in the past 40 years may be comparable to the previous hundreds of years...but it is not enough."

As the Xingxuan envoy of the previous generation, Mo Mingzhi's experience and knowledge are very comparable.

It is precisely because he knows so many things that he consciously sees the gap between immortality and martial arts, and it may take thousands of years to catch up.

The top warriors of the previous generation, headed by Wu Shengren, have advanced the martial arts for hundreds of years at the cost of bloodbath, but this is still not enough.

So all hope was lost, and he was getting old, so he finally made a decision.

The old man was still bleeding from the corner of his mouth, but he laughed sadly:

"I don't want to die for a martial sage, but for the leader of martial arts in the world!"

If Yiren is the long night of Kyushu, then Wushengren is the fierce sun that scorches the earth for a short time.

"The world has been miserable for a long time!" the old man roared:

"I am willing to be a stepping stone for the leader of martial arts to challenge other people, even if it can only shorten the gap of one or two years, I am willing!"

"We are willing to be a stepping stone for the leader of martial arts!" The other dozen or so warriors also shouted in unison.

Qiao Mu looked at these warriors surging with energy, and then at the corpses under their feet, without saying a word.

Leaving aside Wu Shengren's temperament.

Wu Shengren is indeed the well-deserved leader of martial arts, the most powerful among the world's martial arts, and the leader of martial arts.

In today's era where aliens are superior, the so-called supreme master of martial arts is not the same thing as the "No. [-] martial arts master" and "No. [-] master in the world" that have been produced in the martial arts for hundreds of thousands of years in the past.

The so-called number one master of martial arts represents a kind of honor, and is the person with the strongest martial arts in all ages.

Today's martial arts leader does not represent the strongest and honor, but also naturally shoulders the expectations of other warriors and the possibility of fighting against aliens.

The world has been miserable for a long time!

These warriors headed by Mo Mingzhi, the envoy of Xingxuan of the previous generation, regard the martial saint as a life-saving straw in case of drowning.

As for whether the straw can support their expectations, or even the straw may not be straw, but thorns with poisonous... These drowning people don't care so much.

"Wu Shengren will use 40 years to create the current method and advance martial arts for hundreds of years. He is the greatest hope of our generation of martial arts!"

Time is the most ruthless, independent of human will.

The long gap between Wufu and Yiren can only be caught up by relying on the accumulation of bit by bit over the same long years.

"Is this your last words?"

Silently, Wu Shengren stepped in. He looked down at Mo Mingzhi and the others, but there was a touch of disappointment in his eyes.

His disappointment was not because Mo Mingzhi and others fabricated the information about Emperor Yan's appearance, but because of something else.

"Wu Shengren..." Mo Mingzhi and the others trembled subconsciously.

The trembling of the body is not only instinctive fear, but also a kind of faint expectation and excitement.

"A group of cowards." Wu Shengren's eyes were cold:

"Consciously unable to fight against aliens, and after all hope is lost, do you pin your hopes on the so-called 'martial arts leader'?"

He strode forward, his muscular arm swelled and became bigger, and he grabbed Mo Mingzhi's old body in his hand.

"No wonder you haven't been able to step on the way of refining gods for so many years. After all, you have a little bit of courage and heart, and you are all cowards."

Being able to practice "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Jue" means that the mind is extraordinary. If the martial arts qualifications and perseverance can keep up, it is expected to embark on the third-rank road of refining gods.

But the character, perseverance, etc. of a warrior are not static.

There was no emotion on Wu Shengren's face, he just stood there quietly, letting the body of the old man in his palm shrink down slowly.

Mo Mingzhi's eyes gradually lost their spirit, and finally he died. His shriveled old body fell down and fell into the pile of shriveled corpses below.

"As for you...it's too early to want to die." He looked at the other dozen warriors.

The strength of these warriors is uneven, the weak ones are only the ninth-rank warriors who have just developed internal strength, the stronger ones are not much stronger, and there is no fourth-rank warrior.

"If you want to be my stepping stone, it depends on whether you have the qualifications." Wu Shengren said indifferently:

"If you really want to die, then go to practice hard, fight to the death, and wait until ten or twenty years later before coming to me."

The faces of these dozens of warriors were ashen, and their bodies fell limply to the ground.

On the faces of several people, there was a natural sense of gratitude for the rest of the life after the catastrophe.

Facing the most powerful Wu Shengren in martial arts, it is naturally extremely huge mental pressure for them.

They might have been a little passionate just now, but now they came back to their senses, calmed down, and fled away one after another.

"So, Mo Mingzhi didn't betray? He just lied about the news?" Envoy Xingxuan breathed a sigh of relief:

"Of course, lying about important information is almost the same as betrayal."

This time, it wasn't the envoy Xingxuan's dereliction of duty.

Because no one could have predicted that another person would suddenly attack Mo Mingzhi, and no one could have predicted that Mo Mingzhi, who had been a member of the Wuji Club for 20 years, would suddenly go mad.

Wu Shengren was a little short, and picked up a corner of the secret letter from the pocket of Mo Mingzhi's corpse.

"It's not really a lie." His face darkened slightly:

"Although he wanted to die, Mo Mingzhi did find out something before he died."

"Emperor Yonghe has already arrived at the Qingyun Temple on the mountain, and is temporarily staying in the Taoist temple. No wonder the Xingxuan Envoy can't find any clues about Emperor Yonghe no matter how hard he searches..."

Emperor Yonghe was in Qingyun Temple, so the plan to assassinate the emperor while waiting for an opportunity on the way would no longer work.

Before Wu Shengren, there are only two options left:

Either give up at this point, or... directly enter the Qingyun Temple, and forcefully kill Yonghe Emperor!

Chapter 111 Chapter 106 Immortal Gate Holy Land (4K

Qingming Town.

It was already night, and the town was still brightly lit.

The pilgrims in the town who went up the mountain to worship the gods were returning along the mountain road, and there was a constant stream of pedestrians.

Just talking about the flow of pilgrims, this Qingyun Temple may be a little less than the Xuantian Temple located in Heyang Mansion, but the degree of piety of the pilgrims is much higher. It is already night at this time, and there are still many on the mountain road. pilgrim.

clang clang clang.

The town bell rang again, and the lame old man arrived early this time, at the forefront of the crowd, and happily received the rice porridge.

The one who distributed the rice porridge was still the strong Taoist handyman from last time, but with the special instructions from Taoist Chiyang before, he naturally put on a good face now.

Since it is at the foot of Qingming Mountain, there are also many handymen and Taoists stationed in the town, so any hooligans and ruffians do not dare to make trouble in this town.

After coming and going, the security of this small town at the foot of the mountain is much better than that of many cities under the rule of the Yan government.

Qiao Mu leaned on the railing of the balcony of the guest room in the inn, watching the scene of the handyman serving porridge, and overlooking the towering Qingming Peak, only feeling that the atmosphere of this town is very harmonious and peaceful. see only.

"Ready? Take off your clothes?" At this moment, Wu Qizheng's voice came from behind.

"Row."

In the guest room of the inn, Qiao Mu took off his shirt, revealing a strong and full body.

The exercises he majors in are Changshengquan and Wudang Town School's unique pure Yang Wuji Kungfu. Although he also practices many hard exercises, his muscles are not too plump and abrupt, and his muscles are smooth and clear.

If you don't look at the face, but only look at the body, you can't tell that this is the body of a 60-year-old man.

During the fight with the previous Xingxuan Envoy, Qiao Mu also suffered some injuries, and undressing was only for Wu Qizheng's treatment.

"The external injuries on your body are not a problem, but the internal injuries of the meridians caused by the disintegration of the demons are somewhat troublesome." Wu Qizheng judged.

The Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa can be said to be the most famous self-mutilation secret method, so he naturally recognized it.

Of course, he had never seen such a proficient and decisive Sky Demon Disintegrator user like Qiao Mu.

"Ordinary medical skills cannot heal your internal injuries in a short period of time...Although I have another method, this method is a bit special. It needs to cut your heart open first." Wu Qizheng asked:

"Should I take Mafeisan internally first?"

"No need." Qiao Mu said firmly that there was no need.

Mainly because he was a little curious about Wu Qizheng's treatment method.

If Mafeisan is taken orally, others will pass out and naturally cannot feel it.

As a strange man who started with an empty hand and a sword, his pain tolerance has long been inhuman level, and the pain of idleness is ignored.

"Alright." Wu Qizheng was also straightforward, and immediately drew out a sharp blade, and slashed at...his own arm.

arbor:?

This doctor slashed himself, isn't it more outrageous than his empty hand?

But the next scene refreshed his understanding of martial arts in this world.

On Wu Qizheng's arm, he cut off a piece of flesh the size of a fist, but strangely, not much blood flowed out. The wound not only stopped bleeding on its own, but was even slowly wriggling, recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Qi was holding the fist-sized lump of flesh and blood in his left hand, and holding a knife in his right hand, walking towards Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu's face changed slightly: "What does this mean?"

It's not that he has never experienced death, but he has never experienced such a weird scene.

"The flesh and blood of a monster is a great tonic for a martial artist. My flesh and blood... is a bit special, and it is also a great tonic for a martial artist. It can be used for healing." Wu Qizheng said lightly:

"Compared to eating the flesh and blood of monsters, after my flesh and blood enter your body, it can save you the process of digestion and absorption, and directly repair the inside of your body."

"The main reason for this is... I am stronger than you, so a piece of flesh the size of a fist can repair the damage to your whole body's meridians."

"...This is the current method created by Wu Shengren?" Qiao Mu suddenly remembered Mo Mingzhi's words before he died.

In the 40 years since the establishment of the Martial Arts Association, martial arts has progressed for hundreds of years according to Mo Mingzhi's estimation.

Although these words are a bit exaggerated, but looking at Wu Qizheng's painting style, it is true that he has made a great breakthrough in martial arts, but the painting style is a bit crooked.

It's just that Qiao Mu is still a little hesitant.

This kind of flesh and blood foreign body entered the body, regardless of the rejection reaction, he doubted that according to this style of painting, this lump of flesh and blood could still manipulate his body, right?

Seeing Qiao Mu pondering, Wu Qi also guessed his concerns, and said with a light smile:

"Don't worry. If Wu Jihui wants to control you, it's enough to use force directly. Do you still need to use this method?"

"Besides, in the arsenal of Wujihui, there are martial arts from all over the world and strange arts, such as life and death talismans, life-threatening Gu, and strange poisons that will make life worse than death if you don't take the antidote for a month... These things we It’s not without it, why bother.”

Qiao Mu thought about it too.

The most important thing is that he is not afraid of death, so if you panic, it will be over.