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

Wanting to grab more benefits from the Great Yan Dynasty, they made such a plan to hide it from the outside world.

At this moment, the elders' hearty laughter rang out in the Xianmen meeting hall.

"You should laugh at the indecisive and incompetent Emperor Yonghe, for being so cooperative."

"He still thinks that by weighing the pros and cons, he can survive from the hands of our Immortal Sect until now... It's ridiculous."

The Nine Immortal Sects are high above the clouds and killed all the elites of Great Flame forty years ago. So why not just change the dynasty and let the immortal cultivators be the emperors?

The real reason is...it's not necessary.

In what age are you still playing the game of beating and killing?

The desire of cultivators is to plunder the resources of the human world, including incense and power. What is the use of being an emperor in the human world?

This is like someone raising a group of monkeys in his backyard, and each monkey is regarded by him as an asset.

The monkey king among the monkeys can eat the most fruits and mate with any female monkey... It's such a great thing, so why doesn't the owner of the backyard become the monkey king?

Isn't it wonderful to support a monkey king and easily gain the power of incense and wishes?

The eternal infamy was shouldered by Emperor Yonghe, and the complaints of the people were only directed at the Dayan Dynasty.

Isn't it nice that the immortals just keep being aloof and spotless, and continue to be worshiped by the world and take all their face?

The second reason is the theory of luck passed down from ancient times.

Legend has it that the emperor in the world was blessed with luck and could not live forever. His lifespan was the same as that of ordinary people. However, immortal cultivators like them were not suitable for messing with luck and had some taboos.

Of course, even those cultivators like them find the theory of luck to be illusory, and not all cultivators believe in it.

"Since Emperor Yonghe has arrived in Heyang Fucheng, this plan of concealing the truth from the outside has been half successful."

"The only thing that needs attention is...a small thing." Elder Sun frowned and said:

"A common warrior broke into Xuantian Temple in Heyang Fucheng, and his body and soul were destroyed... Such trivial matters are not worth mentioning."

"It is worth noting the thoughts of Emperor Yonghe."

"It seems that he sent the Feiyu Guards to take action and insisted on saving the mortal warrior? This is a bad statement."

Speaking of this, the elders of the Immortal Sect were silent for a moment.

"It seems that although Emperor Yonghe cooperates with our Xuantian Sect's plan, he has not yet completely surrendered in his heart, so there is still luck."

"What should we do? Keep beating him?"

"...Don't use force. At this critical moment, we must not create extraneous problems."

"If Emperor Yonghe has a rebellious heart and informs any other immortal sect, it will ruin our plan."

"If Emperor Yonghe wants to save that common warrior, then let him save him. It doesn't matter whether he is a mortal or not."

The elders nodded in agreement.

When talking about this, Elder Sun was a little embarrassed:

"But according to the message sent by Saint Wu Qingxin, the man is already dead and cannot be saved."

"....Who killed him?"

"It is none other than Saint Wu Qingxin."

The elders looked at each other, and after a period of silence, their eyes began to look a little more playful.

It sounds quite coincidental.

This saint Wu Qingxin is actually just a symbol, a flag.

It is indeed rare to have both excellent martial arts qualifications and immortality qualifications...but immortal cultivators like them have always looked down upon ordinary martial artists, so what is the use of martial arts qualifications?

The reason why Wu Qingxin is a saint is because her surname is Wu.

The martial arts of the martial saint.

To put it bluntly, it’s just a matter of thousands of dollars to buy horse bones.

This does not mean that the horse bones are important.

Over the years, the Xuantian Sect has gained many martial slaves who have come to serve, but that's all.

"When I established Wu Qingxin as the Saint of the Immortal Sect, I initially just wanted to use her as bait to crush the Saint Wu into ashes."

"Wu Shengren has been reluctant to take the bait for so many years. I think I misjudged Wu Qingxin's value."

"In that case, what's the use of keeping her?"

"She doesn't really think she is a saint, does she?"

"For the sake of the overall situation, it is natural to abandon an abandoned child."

The sect saint Wu Qingxin did not know at this time that the important news she sent to inform the sect did not bring her any merit and contribution, but instead became a reminder for her.

...

The moon and stars are sparse.

In the dark alley in the north of Heyang Fucheng, a small tabby cat with messy fur was walking in the shadows.

This little tabby cat looks like an ordinary wild cat, but its hair seems to be stretched out, giving it a faint sheen.

What's even weirder is that this cat seems to be drunk, and it staggers when walking.

Recalling what happened this morning, the little cat was still feeling dizzy.

It belched, spitting out a wisp of lifeless air invisible to the naked eye, and its whole body became swollen and weak.

The death energy, the death energy that is so thick that it is almost overflowing!

In the short life of this young demon cat, he has never seen such a strong death aura.

This is not normal.

It doesn't understand why, because it's just a little kitten.

Thinking back to the daytime, he was so high that he suspected that the cat was pregnant, and his whole body was limp.

Originally, it wanted to stop the man from seeking death, but it was exhausted and unable to do so.

After all, it can still tell the difference between a full meal and a full meal.

Later, it was not clear whether the man was dead or not, because it was so high that it fell into a coma.

The little cat continued to walk in the dark alley, and saw the soft moonlight falling from the ground, making the ground silvery white.

Then it suddenly trembled, trembling with excitement.

Because at some point a ghost-like figure flashed in front of me, carrying its irresistible fragrance...

This is an old man with slightly gray temples. He appears to be in his sixties, but his eyes are lively and do not have the old man's aura.

"Life and death are impermanent? It's a mascot that suits me."

Qiao Mu, who was resurrected from the dead again, smiled slightly.

With a thought in his mind, his consciousness sank into the sea of ​​his heart.

Evaluation of this death: A (the incense of a common man, disrespectful to God, disrespectful to Heaven, only burns flesh, blood, flesh and blood for all living beings)

Death consumes lifespan: 16 years

Number of resurrections remaining this week: 4/5

Current age: 60 years old

Skill:

Longevity Fist (Xiao Cheng) Ripple Overlapping Wave Jin (Second Level: Er Die Lang) Wu Sheng Sheng Rhinoceros Technique (Xiao Cheng) Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu (Third Level)

Military Spearmanship (Dacheng) Shadow Swordsmanship (Xiaocheng)

Iron Crotch Skill (Mastery) Golden Bell Cover Iron Cloth Shirt (Little Success)

Hidden Shadow Step (Xiao Cheng)

The Dafa of Demon Disintegration (Mastery)

Flesh and blood change (skilled)

.....

"Time flies, and the years are long and unforgiving. By accident, I was already sixty."

"Recalling the green years when I was fifteen years old, it seems like it was not long ago..."

Qiao Mu sighed as he walked into a hut beside the road and unbuttoned his crotch.

The trace of worry in my heart was finally gone.

The proficient iron crotch skill can not only be as hard as a rock, but can even go up and down, left and right...

"Old Huang is still awesome!" Qiao Mu gave a thumbs up to Lao Huang who was far away in Yancheng.

Chapter 83 The strong Qiao family, the disintegration of the ancestral demons (4k

He had just made a lot of money, and he had never received an A rating before. His age suddenly jumped from forty to sixty.

When he closed his eyes and recalled the past sixteen years of hard training, Qiao Mu still seemed like a dream.

"Practicing martial arts is really hard. There are no shortcuts. Only by accumulating sweat day after day, year after year, and persevering can we reach this point."

"no pain no gain."

"It's really hard for me."

Looking back on these sixteen years of hard training, Qiao Mu was filled with emotion.

Fortunately, he didn't give up and persisted all the way here.

The longevity boxing is currently at [small success], this is because Qiao Mu's longevity boxing was taught by the blind girl Qiao Canxue. This half of the Changsheng Boxing Sutra only reaches the Lianjin chapter and the third-level Shenlian chapter, but Qiao Mu does not have it.

The same incomplete technique, as well as the top secret skill of the old martial arts world "Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu", after this hard training, Qiao Mu suddenly broke through to the third level.

The sixty-year-old Perfect Boy's Kung Fu is still very valuable.

The rest of the hard skills, light skills, and weapons and martial arts have achieved breakthroughs.

What Qiao Mu is particularly concerned about is actually the breakthroughs in the two techniques.

The first, of course, is the great method of disintegrating demons that one has already mastered.

"The method of disintegrating demons is really a secret method for me to settle down and live my life."

Qiao Mu was also quite emotional.

This is a well-known secret method of self-mutilation. Who knew that he had mastered it after using it again and again and practicing it for many years.

When Qiao Canxue taught it to him, she just hoped that he could rely on this method to survive and escape from danger.

However, every time Qiao Mu used the opportunity to disintegrate the demon, he manually created a desperate situation for himself, and died with various postures and various handsome lines that he had thought of hard.

After mastering the method of disintegrating demons, there is a big difference.

The original demon disintegrated, using an internal energy as a guide to overdraw the body's potential and extract greater power from the limbs and bones.

But now that he has mastered the disintegration of the demon, he can also use the energy and blood as a guide to perform it.

Just like when he was ignited with a strange flame by Saint Wu Qingxin before, his whole body turned into a stick of incense, and his energy and blood could also be used as fuel.

Of course, this is the disintegration of the demon, not self-immolation. There is an essential difference between the two.

Another martial art that Qiao Mu is very concerned about is "Ripples and Waves".

According to what Qiao Canxue said at the beginning, in the Qiao family in Heyang back then, only the patriarch of the Qiao family, who had participated in the creation of nature, had cultivated this famously obscure martial arts to the third level, the realm of triple waves.

And Qiao Mu has now reached the second level of cultivation, Erdie Lang.

The higher the death rating, the more efficient his time is.

In the past sixteen years, what has grown fastest is of course the attainments in various martial arts, not Qiao Mu's own martial arts cultivation.

"I don't know how Can Xue is doing now, whether she has already embarked on her path to immortality..."

"As time goes by, I will be sixty. The immortal way is not as good as the martial arts. I practice quickly. I guess I have no chance to hold the golden opportunity."

Perhaps because of his age, Qiao Mu would always recall his old acquaintances from his youth that night, such as Lao Huang and Qiao Canxue.