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

Chapter 399

The headmaster of Yunxiao Sect closed his eyes and rested in the cave.

After his death, his condition was not good.

Not only has he become a rootless duckweed, but his magic power has weakened over time. At the same time, his spiritual platform has been covered in dust. His mind is sometimes hazy and his condition is not very good.

Now, his time has come to the last seven days.

"If I can't deal with the aftermath of the sect within seven days, I'm afraid that when my Dharma Body collapses in seven days, the Yunxiao Sect will be wiped out."

The headmaster of Yunxiao Sect pondered for a long time, and a jade talisman for communication appeared in his hand, emitting a faint glimmer.

Not long after, a female cultivator came through the sky in the form of a rainbow and stopped in front of the headmaster's cave.

This person is Elder Yunhu, the only remaining one among the five elders of the Yunxiao Sect.

Even if we include the newly promoted Nascent Soul Master Yushan Michiko, there are only two Nascent Soul Masters left.

"Every move I make will be noticed by other immortal sects, and I shouldn't go out." The headmaster of Yunxiao Sect said:

"Yunhu, you go out of the sect and do something for the sect."

Although he killed several Daoist Nascent Souls of other immortal sects, he only temporarily scared away the other immortal sects.

This body is just a dharma body. If it leaves the mountain-protecting formation, it will inevitably be noticed by the experts in other immortal sects. Not suitable for going out.

"Master, please speak." Elder Yunhu, the female cultivator, lowered her head.

Previously, the Great Elder Yun Yi, who had attempted to usurp the throne, was beaten to death by the headmaster of the Yunxiao Sect right in front of his eyes. Naturally, she obeyed the words of the headmaster in front of her.

The headmaster of the Yunxiao Sect said: "In the secret realm of Yuchong Mountain deep in the Shiwanda Mountain, there is our sect's magic weapon, the Eternal Yunxiao Map. You take my 'Eternal Yunxiao Order' and go there to retrieve the treasure map. ”

"The treasure of Zhensect?" Female Xiu Yunhu was surprised.

Master Yunhu came from the same sect as Master Yunxiao, and was also a monk of the same generation. Naturally, he knew about the "Eternal Map of Yunxiao".

There were nineteen immortal gates in this realm that ascended to the upper realm, and they were once called the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

The Zhenpai magic weapon, Eternal Cloud Map, was actually the Zhenpai magic weapon refined by the true immortal of the Yunxiao Sect back then.

Just such a magic weapon is enough to be called the treasure of the sect and the secret of the sect.

"Wasn't the Eternal Cloud Map destroyed in the turmoil of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths?" The female cultivator Yunhu couldn't help but ask:

"Could it be...that it still works?" She said with joy on her face.

However, the headmaster of Yunxiao Sect shook his head.

If the magic weapon of the Zhen Sect had not been damaged, Yunxiao Sect would not have lost all its foundation, and naturally it would not have been in danger again and again, and finally ended up in this situation.

"The secret realm of Yu Chong Mountain is a secret realm of heaven and earth, and there are other secrets. The Eternal Sky Map is only being cultivated and repaired in the secret realm. I am afraid that it may not be able to be repaired as before in ten thousand years..."

"If I go to get it now, I'm afraid I won't be able to exert even 10% of my power..."

Speaking of this, the headmaster of Yunxiao Sect also sighed.

If the situation in the sect had not been extremely critical, he would not have sent people to retrieve the magic weapon that was being repaired.

Master Yunhu naturally would not disobey him. He took the token and turned into a rainbow and left.

After Master Yunhu left, the headmaster of Yunxiao Sect continued to close his eyes and meditate.

He didn't have much time left, and he still had to think carefully...but suddenly he felt uneasy again.

other side.

In a small mountain peak of the sect carried by the giant turtle.

A middle-aged Taoist priest who was walking on the mountain road suddenly raised his head and looked at the rainbow light that flashed across the sky and flew out of the sect.

"Junior Brother Wu, what are you looking at?" A Taoist Taoist Taoist next to him patted the middle-aged Taoist Taoist Taoist's shoulder, but unexpectedly he saw his eyes as deep as the abyss, and was stunned for a moment.

"It's nothing, I just saw the escaping light of our Yunxiao Sect monks and felt longing for it." The middle-aged Taoist said with emotion:

"I really don't know when we will be able to fly into the sky and escape from the earth like our seniors?"

"It's really admirable..." The two Taoist Taoists sighed with emotion and gradually walked away.

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Nanzhou.

Elder Yaoyang left the sect, turned into a rainbow, and headed straight for Heyang City.

However, when he was approaching the Taoist temple in the north of the city, he held down his feet and stayed cautious and did not go there immediately.

What Elder Yaoyang is good at is not the method of killing, but the method of refining medicine.

So when Elder Sun and others asked him to come over after discussing the matter, they naturally didn't ask him to fight and kill.

Thinking of this, Elder Yaoyang changed his direction and headed straight to a small courtyard in the west of the city.

The Southern King Song He has always kept a low profile, but now he has become the king of Nanzhou and has conquered almost the entire Nanzhou.

However, the place where he lives is not a luxurious palace, but just an inconspicuous small courtyard in the city.

However, after Wang Songhe was recruited and worshiped in the Xuantian Sect, Elder Yaoyang became his master.

Naturally, his residence and whereabouts cannot be hidden from Elder Yaoyang.

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In the small courtyard.

Two big men stood guard in front of the quiet room, their faces full of sadness.

"The king has not left the quiet room for many days..."

"In these days, the king has hardly seen any visitors. He only met Brother Zhang Kui yesterday... He probably still misses the old relationship in his heart."

"Don't tell me, Brother Zhang Kui didn't look very good when he left that day." Another big man shook his head:

"If you really want to remember the old friendship, it won't be so unpleasant when you meet old friends."

These two big men are Wang Songhe's confidants who have followed him for many years.

Now that Wang Songhe has become king, these two are still by his side to protect his safety.

But these days, these people are a little uncomfortable:

"Surrender, surrender, surrender, what kind of surrender, why did it become like this..."

"Shh, don't say it, the boss may be playing a big game..."

When the two were chatting, an officer came in hurriedly to report the news.

"Report."

"The master of the Qiao family was beaten to death on the stage when he was giving a martial arts lecture in the north of the city. The murderer was very arrogant and called himself the Blood River..."

With a creak.

The door of the quiet room opened quietly.

The messenger couldn't help but look up inside, but he saw only darkness inside, like a bottomless deep pool.

But apart from that, there was no other movement, only the cold wind blowing from the quiet room, blowing their robes.

After a long time, a faint voice came from inside.

"I know."

"Report." Soon another messenger hurried over, with sweat on his forehead:

"A man who claimed to be Qiao Xixin from the Qiao family entered the Taoist temple in the north of the city and burned the statue in the cauldron as firewood. The Taoist servants in the Taoist temple asked him what he was doing, and he said he wanted to talk to the King of the South in person..."

"Qiao Xixin from the Qiao family..." The two big men at the door looked at each other, their faces changed slightly, and then looked at the door of the quiet room behind them at the same time.

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As before, the door of the quiet room was still open, and the sound came for a long time.

"I know."

"Go away, go away, it's been like this for these days." The guard said:

"The King of the South doesn't see guests, maybe his practice has reached a critical juncture, and he is in seclusion..."

"It's been like this these days, just bring the message... Go down."

The two messengers looked at each other, and finally turned and left.

But after they left.

A white light flashed in the yard, and a white-haired old Taoist in a Taoist robe appeared at some point.

The two gatekeepers' faces changed slightly, and they became alert immediately:

"Old man, the King of the South doesn't see guests..."

He was about to repeat what he said before, but the old Taoist ignored him and just stepped forward.

In two or three steps, he had crossed the obstacles of the two of them, walked into the quiet room, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Huh?" The two men stood with their swords drawn, looking at the darkness behind the gate with vigilance.

These two men actually knew how much they weighed.

They couldn't defend against real masters, so if a master really came to visit, they could only serve as a warning.

And this Taoist monk in a Taoist robe was obviously a master they couldn't deal with...

"... King?" Just as the two were trying to enter the quiet room.

There was another sound of footsteps in the quiet room, coming from far away.

"King?!" The two big men guarding the door widened their eyes.

After many days, Wang Songhe stepped out of the quiet room. He stood at the door of the room and looked at the sky. He saw black smoke rising from the north of the city.

"Prepare the car." Wang Songhe narrowed his eyes slightly and said:

"Go to the Taoist temple in the north of the city."

"If he wants to talk, then talk."

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In the Taoist temple in the north of the city.

Qiao Mu looked at the burning statue of the Red Sun Immortal in the giant tripod.

This wood carving was not an ordinary wood, but it was also turned into ashes bit by bit in the raging fire. The flames and smoke went straight to the sky, which was extremely clear.

But at this moment, a shout suddenly came from the foot of the mountain:

"The King of the South is here."

Looking down.

I saw the sound of horse hooves coming from far away, and a group of cavalry dispersed the crowd and marched through the long street.

Wang Songhe crossed the crowd, stepped over the threshold of the Taoist temple, and climbed the steps step by step, his pace was neither fast nor slow.

Today, Wang Songhe is still the same as before, a middle-aged scholar in his forties, with a tall hat and a wide belt, and a bookish air, and a very Taoist appearance.

Perhaps it is because of his success in practicing Taoism, just talking about his complexion, he is even better than when I first met him two years ago.

"Mr. Qiao Xixin? I have heard of your name for a long time."

"I heard that Mr. Qiao Xixin wants to talk to me about the reason for climbing the mountain and ruining the temple, blaspheming the gods and immortals?" Wang Songhe smiled faintly:

"I heard that the Qiao family values ​​righteousness over life, and most of them are brave men in the nine states, not just reckless men with only blood and courage."

"Mr. Qiao Xixin made such a big fuss when he first arrived in Heyang Prefecture. I think there is a reason."

Qiao Mu looked at him, and the latter did not avoid or give way, but just smiled faintly.

Strictly speaking, Wang Songhe should be familiar with Qiao Lin and Qiao Sen, the father and son who made a fuss in Yancheng two years ago.

As for the current Qiao Xixin, he is just an elder in the family of Qiao Lin and Qiao Sen in the past, who is very famous for martial arts, and cannot be generalized.

So when they met again after two years, there was no sense of familiarity of meeting old friends, but a faint sense of distance.

It was just that the bandit Zhang Kui in the crowd below looked at this scene from a distance, and his heart was a little tight.

"Boss is really a genius at pretending to be confused. You are asking questions without knowing the answer... Even I can see the reason why Mr. Qiao Xixin smashed the Taoist temple."

Zhang Kui glanced at the collapsed wooden platform outside the Taoist temple.

At this time, no one cared about Qiao Jinyin's farce.

"You have heard of me, Qiao Xixin. What a coincidence. I have also heard of you."

Qiao Mu was also like Wang Songhe. His face was as calm as water. He spoke lightly:

"After the alien war more than 40 years ago, the then Minister of Justice 'Wang Shanhe' went to the court to carry his coffin and die. He opposed the major immortal sects to enter the world and build Taoist temples in major cities. As a result, he almost died in front of the Golden Palace."

"How can you say that you are the Minister 'Wang Shanhe' when you are in the court, the bandit 'Wang Songhe' when you are in the wild, and the Southern King 'Songhe' when you are king. The words of each other do not affect each other, right?"

When these words were spoken, the people inside and outside the Taoist temple started a commotion.

Wang Songhe is a contemporary of the Martial Saint. Because of his cultivation, he looks like a scholar in his forties.

Therefore, many people did not associate him with Wang Shanhe, the Minister of Justice more than forty years ago, and did not know his past.

"This Southern King, has so many pasts and so many names?"

"What vested king?"

Everyone was talking about it, but Wang Songhe remained calm and composed.

"You are right, it's just a different time."

"The principles you believe in when you are twenty years old may not be recognized by you when you are forty; the rules you abide by when you are forty, sometimes you see through them when you are eighty or ninety years old."

Wang Songhe said lightly:

"The Minister of Justice forty years ago was a civil official who died for his advice."

"Even if he died because of this, his name can be recorded in history."

"Recording a name in history is what our scholars and civil officials have been seeking all their lives. The Qiao family must know this."

Qiao Mu raised his eyebrows slightly, without commenting.

Wang Songhe said this and changed his tone:

"But Wang Shanhe at that time was only a minister in front of the king."

"Carrying the coffin and dying to remonstrate was only to fulfill Wang Shanhe's reputation, and it was of no use to the government of Dayan, the country and the people."

"If you are not in the position, you should not plan for the government. Even if you are the minister of the court, you are just a minister in front of the king, and you will have limitations."

"So, later I resigned and prepared to do something more useful."

The bandit Zhang Kui in the crowd was at a loss for a moment.

He also knew about the past of his elder brother Wang Songhe.

But this was the first time he heard about Wang Songhe's early mental journey.

Before resigning, Wang Shanhe was an important minister of the dynasty who carried the coffin and died to remonstrate. His name was indeed expected to be recorded in the pen of the historian of Dayan.

It was just that after resigning, Wang Shanhe, an important minister of Dayan, suddenly became a traitor Wang Songhe.

At this point, the reputation accumulated in the first half of my life can be said to have been wiped out, and the pursuit of a reader has also become empty in the blink of an eye.

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