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

Chapter 405

When the sound of trees came from the barren mountain covered with ashes and ruins.

Including the Great Elder Jiuyang, the four Nascent Soul Masters in the sky were suddenly horrified.

There are Qiao family warriors in the world who are very protective of their shortcomings. If a junior dies unexpectedly, a senior will soon arrive.

They have heard about this matter to some extent.

It's just that the Great Elder Jiuyang and others never imagined that the Qiao family would arrive so quickly and almost appear under their noses!

It should be noted that the spiritual consciousness of the Nascent Soul monks is quite powerful, and it is enough to sweep through the entire city of Heyang in one thought.

And in the hill under their feet, even if it is as small as an ant or flying insect, it has fallen into their consciousness and cannot be hidden.

Under Grand Elder Jiuyang's Nanming Lihuo, the entire hill was almost burned to the point of collapse, and not a single ant, insect, or other living thing in the mountain was left alive.

But at a certain moment.

Under their noses, in the corner of the ruins that they couldn't see, Qiao Mu's voice suddenly sounded... How could he hide from the consciousness of these Nascent Soul elders and arrive at this barren mountain silently?

The higher your cultivation level, the more you feel that this matter is really weird and incomprehensible...

"Don't panic, this person is nothing more than a mortal body after all. Let's take action together and we can eradicate him as soon as possible..." The great elder Jiuyang was the first to react. With a flick of his sleeves, another Nanming Lihuo flew out before he came out. The cuffs turned into a sea of ​​fire in the air in the blink of an eye, covering it down.

Elder Sun and others reacted a little slowly, but after hearing the great elder's words, they immediately gathered their minds and started making spells.

A short time.

In the Fucheng, which had been quiet for a while, the storm surged once again, and a sea of ​​​​fire fell from the sky, and the light was as bright as day.

For the Immortal Sect Nascent Soul monks, their magic power is already powerful enough to easily destroy mortal cities.

If Great Elder Jiuyang and others were willing, it would not take much effort to burn down this mortal city. Every time a spell was cast, the color of the world changed and the momentum was huge.

Xue Changhe had just left the city at this time, and when he saw this scene, he just felt sad.

He didn't know the complicated emotions in the hearts of these Nascent Soul elders. He only knew that Qiao Xinxin had died in the fire just now.

"Even if he is as strong as Senior Qiao, he will eventually die under the spell of the immortal cultivator."

Xue Changhe felt slightly sad and couldn't help but recall the conversation he had just had with Qiao Xinxin.

When parting, Qiao Xinxin told Xue Changhe that there was no need to feel ashamed. He was a fool who lost his life in the hands of strangers if he couldn't beat him.

Who knew that not long after, Qiao Xinxin would become such a "fool" who was buried in the flames. It seems that what he said before was just an excuse to persuade him to leave...

"The difference between immortals and mortals is like the difference between clouds and mud. Senior Qiao Xinxin was already the most powerful martial artist I have ever seen in my life, but he died after all. And this Qiao..."

Xue Changhe felt sad, but just as he had this thought, he saw a figure standing in the firelight from a distance, and was stunned for a moment.

Facing the sea of ​​​​fire falling from the sky, the trees below did not dodge, and even stood on the spot with their arms stretched out.

"Eight hundred years..." Qiao Mu faintly raised his head and looked at the four Xuantian Sect Yuanying elders. He murmured words in a low voice that no one could understand:

"Do you know how I have lived these eight hundred years?"

The red Lihuo licked his body mercilessly, and the flesh on his body quickly turned red, burned, and blackened in the fierce fire... However, his posture did not change slightly, and his eyes were like cold lightning as he stared at the sky.

Qiao Mu spent eight hundred years in his dream.

The last time he died due to the great elder Jiuyang's Nanming Lihuo.

Eight hundred years was so long that he had done many things hundreds of times.

On the battlefield in his dream, was he burned by the "Nanming Lihuo" more than eight hundred times?

Every death in battle is a step for Qiao Mu to resurrect from the ashes and make up for his shortcomings.

Qiao Mu felt that one of the reasons why he was burned to death today was that his body was not strong enough to carry him away from the fire.

Then he would replay it in his dream for eight hundred years until he found a solution.

In the last twenty or thirty years of the eight-hundred-year dream of immortality, one of the reasons why Qiao Mu has been swinging freely is that his goal has been achieved and the tight strings in his heart have been loosened.

In the raging sea of ​​fire, Qiao Mu closed his eyes.

The scene in the dream appeared clearly in front of my eyes.

In the battlefield in his heart, he had faced the burning flames of Nanming Lihuo hundreds of times, repeatedly looking for a way to break it, and finally successfully walked out of the sea of ​​​​fire.

And now...it's time for the dream to come true.

"Real."

The vast true energy came out of the body and turned into light white air waves that blasted away the surrounding flames.

"Blood Yuan Kung."

The blood flow in the body accelerated at this moment, winding and rushing like a river in the blood vessels, and the vast true energy of more than two thousand years gushes out from between the limbs and bones.

Blood Yuan Gong is a method of feeding back the physical body with the vast inner energy. Now Qiao Mu’s true strength has penetrated into the bones and fed back the physical body for hundreds of years, and the natural progress has been extraordinary.

The Human Dao Jing is a method of accumulating qi and blood that has been accumulated for more than two thousand years. Qiao Mu spent more than two thousand years to perfect and practice it to the tenth level, and the qi and blood increased sharply for the tenth time.

His physical body today is completely different from what it was eight hundred years ago.

The last Nanming Lihuo burned his body to death, and he spent eight hundred years looking for a way to solve it, shed his old body, and return with a new body.

"Flesh and blood change."

The flesh and blood all over the body squirmed and changed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The burnt flesh was reborn in the fire, with light pink tender flesh growing out of the wound, and then charred in the flames, growing and healing again...

Qiao Mu raised his foot, stepped on the red Nanming Lihuo, and walked out of the sea of ​​fire step by step.

The Nanming Lihuo that made him feel difficult eight hundred years ago could no longer stop him.

The Lihuo that once burned his flesh and soul to ashes has now become a special effect that adds color to him, and the figure walking out of the sea of ​​fire is even more imposing.

"Eight hundred years, still the same moves, so..."

He leaned forward slightly, and while jumping, his eyes fell on his arm.

His eyes turned into a substantial sword light that cut open the skin, and blood gushed out of the wound like a spring, and turned into a bloody giant sword that was almost dozens of meters long in his hand.

"Blood Sword Technique, Cut!"

Qiao Mu stepped on the Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon, and his figure turned into a phantom. The air behind him exploded several times, and the red blood-red sword light in his hand split the sea of ​​fire and rushed straight into the sky.

Zheng!

The crisp sound of the sword resounded through the sky, and the golden light flashing on the robes of the Great Elder Jiuyang was shattered, and a gap appeared in the robes, and his figure flew backwards.

"Together, kill this thief quickly!" The corners of the mouth of the Great Elder Jiuyang were bleeding, and he was shocked and angry.

Elder Sun and others naturally responded, and they all pinched the magic formula with their hands, and the fire and lightning appeared again.

It would be better if they didn't move. When they moved, the figure in the air with red flames on his body turned his head and looked at them.

"Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon." Qiao Mu was in the air, with his legs slightly bent and suddenly stepped into the void, and his figure pounced on a black-robed elder like an arrow from a string.

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The blood-red sword light flashed past, and the body of the black-robed elder and his protective robes were cut in two. As Qiao Mu raised his hand and threw it, the head fell accurately into the giant incense burning cauldron below.

Elder Sun and others' eyes moved slightly, and their movements suddenly slowed down a little.

Qiao Mu stepped on the half-body of the black-robed real person, turned again in the air, and flew towards the Nine-Yang elder.

Swish!

The dozens of meters long bloody giant sword slashed several times in the air, and slashed on the Nine-Yang elder's robes one after another.

A faint blood-red tail dissipated in the wind like a ribbon.

The Nine-Yang elder's eyes widened, and a line of blood shot out from his neck.

He reached out his hands blankly and pressed them on his shoulders, as if trying to hold down the shocking wound.

"Too late." A faint voice in the wind muttered to itself:

"Eight hundred years, still using the same trick..."

From the moment he woke up from the dream.

The Great Elder Jiuyang, who had seemed difficult before, was no longer his opponent.

The next moment, a giant hand that had expanded and enlarged gripped his whole body tightly, ruthlessly tore open the palm of the Great Elder Jiuyang, and tore his head and body apart along the wound.

Amid the gushing blood, Qiao Mu threw the corpse down, and with a muffled bang, it fell into the giant tripod.

Huh....

After eight consecutive steps in the air, the number of Tianlong Eight Steps was exhausted, and Qiao Mu's body fell heavily on the ruins on the ground, and the ground shook slightly twice.

The giant tripod next to him was now filled to the brim.

There were ashes of more than a hundred immortal statues before, and there were also several immortal corpses burning in the fire.

Look up again.

Elder Sun and another elder in white robes had already turned into light and fled decisively when the body of Elder Jiuyang fell and Qiao Mu landed.

"Want to run? Go for broke."

Qiao Mu took a deep breath, stepped forward, and clenched the Qin Wang Sword in his hands with both arms, and the surging Qi rushed into the sword.

This Go for broke method is a book of explosive forbidden techniques obtained when Taoyuan Villa in Southwest Province was first built.

This forbidden technique is a method of throwing hidden weapons. The power of both arms is connected, and all the Qi is used in one throw.

Qiao Mu turned around, grasped the Qin Wang Sword in his arms and threw it forward, and the human-shaped iron block flew out of the air.

In the fierce wind breaking through the air, the golden light of the robes on the white-robed elders burst, making a crisp sound, and fell in response.

Only Elder Sun was left with a pale face, and his body turned into light and flew into the sky.

A bunch of trash, they can't even get me into the third stage... Qiao Mu looked up at the sky:

"You have more people, right? Let your headmaster come, I Qiao Shuangxin will take over."

The voice rolled like thunder, shaking the sky, and Elder Sun's escape light had entered the sky and could no longer be seen.

There was no sound in the sky, and the dark clouds that had been diffused before dissipated bit by bit, as if they had never been there.

It's just that the Taoist temple in the city has been burned to ashes in the fire. The whole mountain is vast, with only a lonely Qiao Mu and a giant cauldron burning with flames.

When Wang Songhe, Zhang Kui and others hurried over, they saw such a scene.

Also went and returned, there was the blood river that had just left the city.

He looked at the many bodies of monks burned to charred in the giant cauldron in astonishment, and stood there.

Qiao Xixin was already the most powerful warrior he had ever seen in his life, how could there be another more outrageous Qiao Shuangxin?

"The Qiao family is rumored to protect their own people..." Xue Changhe was silent.

When the Qiao family first rose to power, some people compared the Qiao family with martial arts families like the Xue family, saying that these two families were mysterious and had deep family connections... Now Xue Changhe just thinks it's outrageous.

"Senior Qiao Xinxin..." Bandit Zhang Kui hesitated to speak.

"The deceased is gone. Carrying on the legacy can be regarded as comforting the souls of the dead." Qiao Mu said in a low tone:

"The Qiao family is connected by blood, and I, Qiao Shuangxin, follow the connection between blood..."

He reached into the fire inside the giant cauldron, pulled out the remaining head of Grand Elder Jiuyang, and asked about King Nan.

"Want to ask the medicine man, King Nan, how to rescue him? Hehe." Even though there was only one head left, Great Elder Jiuyang was still sneering.

"How can there be such a beautiful thing?" He grinned and said:

"The reason why Yao Ren's cultivation is so fast is because his skills are incomplete and inherently defective. Even a true immortal cannot save him."

"King Nan, just wait quietly for the moment when the medicine is ready to be enjoyed by the master brother---"

Before he could finish his words, the entire head was forcefully pressed by Qiao Mu's palm, bursting with energy, torn apart together with the Nascent Soul villain, and then disappeared.

Qiao Mu turned to look at Wang Songhe without saying anything.

As a medicine man, and also plays the important role of "Southern King", a medicine man who has cultivated to the golden elixir stage, a medicine man like Wang Songhe should not be ordinary in Xuantian Sect.

It's just that the medicine man's cultivation method is hopeless, and Xuantian Sect must have unknown means and restrictions to control the demon man...

Wang Songhe's face was not very pretty, but his expression was quite firm.

"I already expected it." He said:

"Mr. Qiao Shuangxin, you must know that the sea in Zhongzhou has no boundaries, right?"

Qiao Mu nodded silently.

"Hai Wuya can die, why can't I, Wang Songhe, die?" Wang Songhe's eyes were dark, and he turned to look at Zhang Kui and other subordinates behind him.

Wang Songhe and Hai Wuya were ministers of the same dynasty. They were both the pillars of the Dayan court in the days when the Great Yan Dynasty had not yet surrendered and the literati still had a strong character.

"Today's work of cutting down mountains and destroying temples does not end here, but begins here."

Wang Songhe ordered:

"While I am still here, raise troops to uproot the Taoist temple in Nanzhou..."

Zhang Kui and others looked up in shock.

"Brother, it's not yet... It's not yet this time, right? Aren't you afraid of the Xuantian Sect's wrath..."

Wang Songhe's words shocked Zhang Kui and others. Even Zhang Kui, a hard-core anti-immortal bandit, only felt chills on his back and hesitant to speak when he imagined the consequences of this matter.

The Xuantian Sect will definitely be furious, and if this incident spreads, there are eight immortal sects in the rest of Kyushu. How they will react and what they will do... Zhang Kui cannot imagine.

"The matter has reached this point. Xuantian Sect should have been angry a long time ago. What is supposed to come will always come. It is too late to surrender now." Wang Songhe said lightly.

With the threat of death and annihilation right in front of him, Wang Songhe felt relieved:

"Headmaster of Xuantian Sect wants to take medicine, so I'll give him a strong medicine first."

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