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

Chapter 473

In the small world of Changsheng Cave Heaven.

The young ancestor fell into deep thought for a moment.

Yanshen Dao and Changsheng Sect have always been on good terms, and have advanced and retreated together many times, but this time, he really couldn't understand it.

"Ancestor, how about this time... we also advance and retreat together with Yanshen Dao?" The head of Changsheng Sect also entered the small world of Cave Heaven, and asked the ancestor for instructions, and asked tentatively.

The young ancestor stood with his fists closed and glanced at him.

"If the fellow Taoists of Yanshen Dao can calculate everything clearly and without any mistakes, then it should be their Yanshen Dao who will take over Zhongzhou now."

"As for the matter of the alliance between the immortal sects... Are you the head and am I the head? You know the matter in your heart, why are you asking me?"

The head of Changsheng Sect just smiled bitterly.

He naturally had the answer in his heart, and he was not a person who could not make up his mind, but just tried to find out a little truth from the ancestor of his own Changsheng Sect.

Changsheng Sect actually had no choice.

They were the initiators of this alliance.

It's not like they just convinced all the immortal sects to join forces to kill the Qiao family, and then they, as the initiators, just quit?

Are they just playing tricks here?

"Don't take it too seriously." The young ancestor also saw his worries and said lightly:

"Given the virtue of the old man Tianshu of Yanshendao, the fact that Yanshendao does not come out of the world may not be directly related to the Qiao family."

"Maybe they found out that some treasure has been born and are planning to sneak in?"

The head of Changshengmen nodded.

At this point, they have no other choice.

In a nutshell, join forces first, and then wait and see.

It is impossible to stop, but as one of the five immortal sects, they can fight and wait and see... If it is urgent, it is not too late to leave.

The head of Changshengmen made a decision and immediately turned into a rainbow light and reappeared in the sect.

This time, going to Nanzhou to kill the Qiao family is not an ordinary matter.

Although it is not like the war in the mortal world, as the head of the immortal sect, he will not go to Nanzhou alone.

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The same scene also happened in the immortal sects in other states at almost the same time.

For the Jiutian Immortal Sect, people like the Qiao family are troublemakers.

Since it was not completely killed in the bud before, it should be eradicated and killed thoroughly at this moment of lush growth!

"It is not just Qiao Gui, who is now known as the leader of martial arts in the world, who should be killed, nor is it just Qiao Xin, the owner of Taoyuan Villa."

"It is to completely wipe out the entire Qiao family!" The cultivators were full of murderous intent.

"If you don't eradicate the roots, the spring breeze will blow again. The three immortal sects that were destroyed because of the Qiao family were still soft-handed, so they raised a tiger to cause trouble, which led to this disaster."

The head of Qingxuan Dao was very calm and murderous.

They were the first among the Nine Heavens Immortal Sects to refine incense and divine talismans, so they were the earliest and most experienced in the world.

"If you want to kill the Qiao family, you have to kill them all, do it thoroughly!"

"Kill one person if one comes, kill two if two come, I don't believe that their elders are really endless."

"Indeed. If there are really endless martial arts masters in this martial arts family, why are they hiding it? Just call out the strongest ancestor to fight."

"This farce should end. The martial arts in the world are gradually gaining momentum, and it should be curbed in time." The head of the Da Dao Sect also whispered.

The fire that the Qiao family provoked has swept across the three states.

So they have to use more fierce flames to kill the Qiao family and re-establish the authority of the immortal way.

Rainbow lights flew out from all over the Nine States, lighting up and flying towards the direction of the South State.

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Zhongzhou, the headquarters of the Wu Ji Association among the mountains.

Qiao Mu followed Wu Jing's steps and walked forward step by step, his footsteps echoing in the dungeon.

Although Qiao Mu had never been to this dungeon before, he had heard Wu Qi Zheng, who broke into the Wu Ji Association headquarters alone, talk about it.

But now Qiao Mu came again, he saw that the dungeon was deserted.

Wu Qi Zheng had seen many warriors who practiced Taotie Swallowing Heaven Art or lost control of the Blood and Flesh Furnace in this dungeon.

Many of them had been inhabited by the Martial Saint, and with the death of the Martial Saint, their lives came to an end.

Now this dungeon seems empty, with only the footsteps of Qiao Mu and Wu Jing echoing.

Their goal is a cell in the deepest part of the dungeon.

"Wu Qi Zheng? It's the same no matter how many times you come. I said it before, you are not qualified to fight me, let the Martial Saint come." A arrogant voice came from the depths of the dungeon.

Deep in the dungeon, there is a young man with a strong body, handsome face, bright and sharp eyes.

Except for his arrogance, he looks like a normal person, unlike other crazy and out-of-control people who have been imprisoned in the dungeon.

"He is Wu Aotian? He is really arrogant." Qiao Mu lowered his head and looked at this person expressionlessly.

"I heard that you created a martial art called "Aotian Divine Fist" and challenged the Martial Saint with it?"

Qiao Mu did not have the energy to talk nonsense with Wu Aotian, so he went straight to the point.

Wu Aotian ranked sixth among the seventy-two sages.

It is said that he failed in challenging the Martial Saint and was imprisoned in the deepest part of this dungeon.

This person's martial arts cultivation was naturally far inferior to Qiao Mu, but Qiao Mu did not underestimate him.

It should be noted that Hai Wuya and Wu Qizheng are also among the seventy-two sages recognized by Wu Shengren. The exercises they created, "The Sutra of the King of Mount Sumeru" and "A Thousand Transformations of Flesh and Blood", have benefited Qiao Mu a lot, and now they are no more. hour.

Wu Shengren has good vision, and he will not raise waste.

This Wu Aotian challenged Wu Shengren, but was not killed by Wu Shengren, and did not parasitize the flesh buds, so there must be something unique about him.

So Qiao Mu came here.

"Tsk, it turns out you are interested in my martial arts." The corners of Wu Aotian's mouth turned up:

"My Aotian Divine Fist should have been included in the arsenal. It seems that something happened in the Wuji Association?"

He stared closely at Qiao Mu's face and said slowly:

"Have the Qiao family members already joined the Wuji Association when they appear here?"

"There is no Wu Jihui anymore in this world." Qiao Mu said lightly:

"Martial Saint is also dead."

Wu Aotian was startled at first, then the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up, and finally he grinned wildly, and the laughter echoed in the cell.

Wu Aotian laughed and looked at Qiao Mu:

"It's a good thing that a lunatic like Wu Shengren is finally dead."

Wu Jing suddenly frowned:

"Wu Aotian, do you really think you are sane and Wu Sheng is the lunatic?"

"This is how the world is now." Wu Aotian looked directly at Qiao Mu and said calmly:

"Those in prison are not necessarily lunatics; there are many crazy people outside the prison door."

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"There's something in your words." Qiao Mu's face was expressionless, his eyes gradually becoming sharper.

A sharp sword light emerged from the void, but Wu Aotian tilted his head and narrowly avoided it.

And this also made Wu Aotian's eyes light up.

"Wu Shengren died well. It's just a pity that a person like Wu Shengren didn't die in my hands."

"But it's not too late."

Wu Aotian grinned and stood up slowly:

"If I kill you, it will be similar to killing a martial saint, right?"

"Don't you want the "Aotian Divine Fist"? I, Wu Aotian, don't play with those empty tricks. Let me out and fight with me. I will give you the skills with both hands!"

"It seems that you are really crazy." Wu Jing shook his head.

"Crazy?" Wu Aotian smiled more and more openly:

"You seem to be looking down on me. Neither the Martial Saint nor the Qiao family in front of me can match me now."

"It's just that if I'm afraid of fighting when I see a strong person, and if I show my power when I see a weak person, isn't that what I, Wu Aotian, should do?"

"This is my... way of the Aotian Divine Fist!"

This Wu Aotian is by no means a person who cannot see the difference in strength, nor is he a lunatic who cannot understand human speech.

He knew some things clearly in his heart and saw things thoroughly, but he was arrogant and unforgiving with his words.

There is a saying, Qiao Mu will still look twice at such a person - as long as he doesn't talk about the Aotian Divine Fist.

"Want to kill me? Then I wish you success."

Qiao Mu said lightly.

Wu Jing took a step forward in the morning, opened the locked cell door, and threw away all the shackles on Wu Aotian.

So Wu Aotian suddenly perked up, became energetic, and laughed loudly again:

"This time, you were careless and actually dared to let me out!"

"This world is full of roosters, dogs, and thieves. A few of them, like you and the Martial Saint, are also crazy and unaware of their madness."

Wu Aotian laughed and stepped out of the prison door, with strong energy flowing out of his body:

"Evil has never suppressed good since ancient times! In the end, this world cannot be allowed to allow madmen like you to do whatever you want. It's up to me to take action to suppress the immortals and bring peace to the world forever!"

"Come on, take a hit from me... the Divine Fist of Justice!"

Wu Aotian punched out, and when he punched out, his true strength surged by three points, and it tilted out as his punch came out.

"Such boxing skills-----" Qiao Mu lowered his eyelids.

He stood on the spot, not dodging or dodging, but the vast true energy also spurted out from his palm.

Directly confronting Wu Aotian head-on, he slapped Wu Aotian's fist with his palm. His vast strength blocked Wu Aotian's violent offensive, and then turned his palm into claws and grabbed Wu Aotian's neck.

"It does have some skills, that's the name-----" Qiao Mu's eyes flashed with a bit of pity:

"And if you want to kill me, it's still too far."

From Wu Aotian's boxing skills, he saw something similar to Yan Taizu's sound skills and the sword-banning immortal's sword-slaying skills.

Emphasis on divine will, light on moves.

"You are an extremely paranoid person. You are always right. Even if the Martial Saint defeats you, it cannot change your mind. You think that I am the madman, and you are very sane, so you say that evil cannot prevail against good. , want to use your 'Fist of Justice' to kill me?"

Qiao Mu speculated.

If that's all, it's nothing.

The key is that when this person punched, after he said those righteous and awe-inspiring words, the power of his fist suddenly increased by three points out of thin air...

"The sixth man of the Seventy-Two Sages, although his brain is not very good, he is indeed a martial arts genius."

Qiao Mu nodded.

This Aotian Divine Fist also has reference value for him, and he can use it to continue to explore martial arts skills.

"You're not smart enough. Do you dare to fight me for another 300 rounds?" Wu Aotian glared angrily.

Qiao Mu ignored him and just threw him paper and pen.

"I'm willing to admit defeat and write down your "Proud God Fist"."

Qiao Mu was not afraid of his tricks. With his martial arts skills, he could naturally tell whether the "Proud God Fist" was genuine or fake.

But at this moment, Li Gongde hurried in from a distance.

"Senior Qiao Gui." Li Gongde bowed.

"Something happened in Nanzhou." Li Gongde said:

"A large number of monks came from the five major immortal sects, namely Daodao Sect, Changsheng Sect, Qingxuan Dao, Tongtian Sword Sect, and Liangyi Sect. The escaping light covered the sky like a rainbow, and there was no cover at all."

Although Wujihui no longer exists, Li Gongde, as the Zhongzhou Yuexuan envoy of Wujihui, still has his intelligence network.

In addition, the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect did not cover up this matter at all, and came openly and openly, so he naturally found out quickly.

"It seems that things are really serious." Li Gongde's face was solemn:

"The Nine Heavens Immortal Sect is not monolithic. They have always been opposed to each other. This time, they seem to be working together to fight against the enemy..." He looked at the tree in front of him with a worried look on his face.

"After all, the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect has a profound foundation and many methods. Each Immortal Sect has its own strengths. Now that we are joining forces, I'm afraid----"

"You mean, they want to join forces to kill me, and there are many ways?" Qiao Mu's eyes lit up.

Maybe what Wu Aotian said was not wrong.

His sanity may not be very normal, and he is trying to bring an end to his too long life.

After reading thousands of sails, he is now longing for a real end.

"For such a big thing, let me make some preparations and call my brothers from the clan to help."

Leaving such a sentence behind, Qiao Mu picked up the "Aotian Divine Fist" that Wu Aotian had just written and floated away.

He didn't go far, but found a quiet corner where no one was, and then stabbed himself in the head again with one finger.

After a while.

A new tree appeared out of thin air, lifting up his recently fallen body.

"Zhongzhou also needs people to take charge. How about a few more? There are still three chances for resurrection..."

Qiao Mu thought about it.

It's time for him to leave Zhongzhou, but before leaving Zhongzhou, he still has one thing to do.

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call out! call out! call out!

A violent howling sound pierced the sky.

In the wilderness of Zhongzhou, a wealthy businessman with a big belly woke up from his carriage. He didn't care about his sleepy eyes. He only felt the carriage jolting and the long and frightened neighing of the horses came from the front.

"What happened? But there were robbers cutting the path?"

The wealthy businessman opened the window and took a look, only to see a long white streak cutting through the endless blue sky, and a howling sound that shook the sky and the earth.

Looking closely, he saw that in front of the white mark, there was a vague figure running through the air, and trumpet-shaped sonic boom clouds kept gathering around his waist.

"Is this the magical road?" The wealthy businessman just stared.

But the "god" above suddenly fell into a Taoist temple below, and the entire Taoist temple collapsed with a loud sound.

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