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

"If the emperor of Dayan is determined to kneel, no one can stop him." Wu Shengren said lightly:

"Even if you stop him this time, he will still kneel next time, so if you can't kill him, then just let it go."

Wu Shengren paused, and carved a line of epitaph at the bottom of the tombstone with the name "Wu Qizheng":

"Using strange tricks and tricks, to do the right way."

This is a commentary on Wu Qizheng's short life from his perspective.

Wu Qi died voluntarily.

Because Wu Shengren is the most powerful martial artist in this world, he is the one who has the most hope to fight against the immortals.

So Wu Shengren can't die yet.

Thinking of this, Wu Shengren raised his head and looked at Qingming Peak in the distance.

The pupils changed and tightened rapidly, and bloodshots emerged like swimming fish. With his eyesight, he was able to see the traces of the big crater struck by the thunder on the Taoist temple from a distance.

"Xuantianzong's thunder method..." Wu Shengren said to himself:

"If you can take a peek at the strength of the elder Xuantianzong, then this sacrifice is worthwhile."

"I still need more time... Only by feigning death can the fairy gate be paralyzed and the dormancy continue."

""Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Jue" is a secret method for me to live and work, and this secret method is currently in the bottleneck period, and it still needs time to continue to deduce... It is not yet the time for a decisive battle with Xianmen."

"Father, if it's just hibernation, why do you need to feign death?" Wu Qiankun beside him couldn't help asking.

Wu Shengren's mind has always been difficult to fathom.

Wu Qiankun is called "Little Wu Sheng" within the Wu Jihui, and is regarded as one of the three thousand disciples who are closest to Wu Shengren, ranking third among the 72 sages.

But even he didn't dare to say how many Wu Shengren's thoughts he could guess.

"This martial arts forest doesn't need any martial sages." The martial sages said indifferently:

"I have waited for 40 years. Although the number of martial arts practitioners in this martial arts forest is far higher than before, there is no martial artist who can stand shoulder to shoulder with me."

"Perhaps, the existence of my martial sage has become an obstacle to this martial arts."

Wu Shengren thought of those warriors who died in front of him, for example, a few days ago, Mo Mingzhi, the previous Xingxuan Envoy who voluntarily let him use the "Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue" to absorb his skills.

"People in the world only know to be blind and strong. They need an idol on the altar. This idol can be a fairy or my martial saint."

"But I am not an immortal, why do I need believers? Why do I need others to worship and worship?" Wu Sheng said lightly:

"Cowards like Mo Mingzhi can die cleanly. What I need is a strong man who dares to challenge me."

Wu Qiankun was slightly silent, frowned and said:

"But in this way, many people will die."

"If even the martial sage died easily under the thunder of the stranger, then the vast majority of martial arts would probably give up on themselves and fall into ruin."

"Then let them die." Wu Shengren resolutely said:

"What's the use of keeping such cowards who pin their hopes on my martial saint?"

Wu Shengren stood up and patted the dust off his body.

"After knowing that I, a martial sage, has been dormant for 40 years and can only kill a mere deacon of the immortal sect, the stranger will only become more arrogant."

"From today, with the death of my martial sage, the world will be turned into an oven, the weak will die, and the strong will live."

"It's still the adoptive father who planned the strategy and thought far-reaching." Wu Qiankun sighed:

"In this way, maybe after the initial chaos in the world, there will be new top martial artists emerging?"

"What strategizing? I don't know if there will be a stronger warrior born?" The martial sage spread his hands.

Wu Qiankun froze for a moment.

Since he was not sure, why did Wu Shengren do it so decisively?

"If you are poor, you will change. After the change, it will not work. I can't predict it." Wu Shengren sneered.

He was just trying to make Wulin seek change.

It's just that the result of this change is good or bad, he doesn't know, and he can't guess it.

If the warriors sink completely, then destroy it, hurry up.

No matter how bad it is, it won't be worse than the 40 years of martial arts sages' suppression of martial arts, right?

"Wu Qiankun, from now on, I will hide in the dark, and before breaking through, I will no longer walk in Kyushu in the name of 'Wu Shengren'." Wu Shengren said:

"You have done a good job in the recent affairs. Let the secret son of Dao Daozong act in time, and let the Qing Taoist rush to this Nanzhou in time."

"Then when I'm not around, you will be in charge of Wujihui." He said lightly.

Wu Qingxin, the former saint of Xuantianzong, is actually a dark son sent by Wu Shengren.

It's just that this Anzi rebelled and was sucked dry by Wu Shengren himself.

In the Dao sect of Zhongzhou, Wu Jihui also has An Zi.

It was not a coincidence that Qing Daoist arrived, but that Wu Ji would secretly make a bridge to destroy Xuantianzong's good deeds.

Wu Qiankun nodded slightly, but there was not much joy in his heart.

This time, in the assassination of Emperor Yonghe, all the assassins of Wujihui were wiped out, and there were no survivors.

Among them, there are also some high-ranking martial artists who have become victims.

Because if Wu Shengren wants to assassinate the emperor, it is impossible for Wu Jihui under his command to not even send out a martial artist who refines the gods, otherwise it may make the immortal sect suspicious.

Wu Qiankun said: "All the assassins who went to Qingyun Temple were wiped out, only one survived..."

"Qiao Zhong, or Qiao Sen...his performance that day was indeed impressive."

"Aren't you dead?" Wu Shengren was a little surprised.

He suddenly remembered that he and Qiao Mu still had a simple cooperation agreement.

If Qiao Mu can survive the assassination of the emperor this time, then he, a martial sage, will give him the top skills.

But now the situation is a bit special.

With Qiao Mu's current situation, it cannot be said that he has survived, it can only be said that he is not dead yet.

"The current him should have been thrown into the sky prison in the Imperial Capital of Zhongzhou. It would be a little troublesome to send the exercises to him." Wu Qiankun said.

But Wu Shengren waved his hand: "He is still alive for the time being, which is indeed beyond my expectation, but this is not the reason for me to renege on my promise and lose weight."

"It's a trivial matter to give him the exercises."

"Then, which one should I give him?" Wu Qiankun asked again.

There are also many so-called top martial arts techniques in the hands of Wu Jihui.

For example, the superior boxing "Changshengquan Jing" with the characteristics of being old and not fading, the unique school of Wudang Town School "Pure Yang Wuji Gong", and even other top martial arts in the old martial arts.

"Tell me, how did he behave that day?" Wu Shengren asked.

He has never been stingy about martial arts skills, but which one to give depends on the performance of others.

"That day, he brazenly rushed into the main hall, smashed the statues of the immortals, and even bluntly said that he wanted to be the martial arts leader..." Wu Qiankun said eloquently.

Although the Wuji Club assassins were all annihilated that day, not all those who witnessed it were dead, and it was not that he did not have other sources of news.

"Heh, this man is over sixty years old, but he is old and heroic. I am ashamed that I didn't kill him that day." Wu Shengren squinted his eyes, and seriously thought about which exercise to give.

"The exercises he majors in are "Pure Yang Wuji Gong" and "Changshengquan Jing", but if you give him these two exercises, you will underestimate him."

Whether it is "Pure Yang Wuji Kungfu" or "Longevity Boxing Sutra", even if you practice to the end, you will not be able to defeat him.

Because he is a martial sage, he has explored to the extreme in the way of refining gods, and he is confident that no one can compare with him.

There is no road ahead.

Then if the latecomers want to surpass him, they can only take another path.

"There have always been legends in Zhongzhou that one enters Dao through martial arts, such as the Wudang patriarch Zhenren Zhang... It's just that I have reached the extreme in the art of refining gods, and I still don't know what it means to enter Dao through martial arts."

"Perhaps, a martial arts seed like Qiao Zhong should be allowed to try other martial arts possibilities..." He thought for a moment and made a decision.

Chapter 119 Chapter 114 Wu Qizheng (3k

Entering Taoism through martial arts originated from the legend of Zhongzhou.

But it's just a legend.

Wu Shengren's martial arts foundation lies in the "Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue", relying on this secret method, he consciously reached the extreme in the way of refining gods, an unprecedented level.

But even so, Wu Shengren still felt that he was not strong enough to fight against Xianmen.

This was the fundamental reason why he gave up assassinating Emperor Yonghe, because once he went to Qingyun Temple, he might lose it there.

"Now that I, the martial sage, are dead, it means that the way of refining gods is not enough to fight against the immortal sect. If other warriors in this world want to surpass me, they should find a new way instead of following my old way."

The core of Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue is to absorb the "god" of Wu Fu, so there is destined to be only one strong person on this road, and the rest are merits.

And the way of martial arts in the world, in addition to the most mainstream way of refining gods, there are three ways of strength and strength.

These three martial arts can't beat the top martial arts masters, so those who practice martial arts stop at the fourth rank.

"It's time to go, go back to Zhongzhou."

Wu Shengren took a step forward, his face and facial features were squirming and changing rapidly, and it had changed into another stranger's face, which disappeared from Wu Qiankun's sight.

Wu Qiankun sighed slightly, his eyes rested on Wu Qizheng's tombstone.

"How many victims is this?" He murmured to himself.

..........

a few days later.

Light rain began to fall in the mountains, the rain wet the grass, and the mountains and forests were misty.

A solitary tomb stood quietly in the rain, and the rainwater slid down the tombstone, soaking the words "Tomb of Wu Qizheng" wet.

But at this moment, a long umbrella stretched out from the side to shield the tombstone from wind and rain. (Monthly fee group 6949,36135, [-])

At some point on this solitary tomb, there was a pale black-haired man standing there. He bent down and looked at the inscription on the tombstone quietly.

"Using strange tricks, doing the right way? Epitaph?" A self-deprecating smile flashed across the face of the black-haired man:

"Wu Shengren, as long as my death can benefit you in the end, is it a righteous way?"

"But as I said earlier, even if I die, I will definitely not die for you."

His name is Wu Qizheng.

Among the names, the odd characters are still before the orthographic characters.

Wu Qi was leaning on the tombstone, panting slightly in the mountain rain.

At this moment, his face was pale, and he was obviously very weak. Even if he just walked the mountain road, he was exhausted.

Wu Qizheng is not an ordinary person, even among the 72 disciples and [-] sages, he can be regarded as an outlier.

Some of the [-] disciples were adopted by Wu Shengren as adopted sons and daughters and raised them up.

Some are apprentices with art, studying martial arts under the disciples of martial sages.

There are also a few people who are more special.

For example, Wu Qizheng...

He is actually the biological son of Wu Shengren. In addition to inheriting part of Wu Shengren's physique, he was also born with a different physique.

Even if he doesn't practice martial arts, his physical body is stronger than ordinary martial arts masters.

And that's how he died.

If the other three thousand disciples are not the seeds of martial arts, they will become the merits of martial saints.

Then Wu Qizheng is...not a seed, but a scapegoat.

"Perhaps my son, from birth, was destined to die for him..."

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

Born as the parent and child of a martial sage, and the best at changing flesh and blood, then he is the best candidate for cosplaying a martial sage, bar none.