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

Chapter 346

The moonlight is cold, like mercury pouring down on the ground.

The half-body jade figure bathed in the moonlight looks even more beautiful and charming, with a breathtaking beauty.

"So, even you don't know how to completely get out of this Black Mountain?" Wu Qi was looking at the half-body jade figure, frowning slightly.

Half of his body was stuck on the mountain wall, and there was no clear way to get out, which was equivalent to a live target.

"I am one with the Black Mountain, how can it be easy to get out?" The Mountain Mother said slowly.

"Why is the Mountain Mother so anxious to get out of the mountain?" Brother Xianfeng beside him asked hurriedly.

Brother Xianfeng was actually very anxious.

This group of bandits nested in the Black Mountain, relying entirely on the protection of the Mountain Mother.

If the Mountain Mother walked out of the Black Mountain, it would be even more difficult for these bandits to survive in the gap between the 100,000 mountain monsters and the Immortal Gate.

"Children, don't be anxious." The Mountain Mother smiled gently, "All living things have a lifespan. The lifespan of ordinary people is no more than 60 years. Even cultivators and demons will have their lifespans expired."

"My lifespan is not much. If I can't break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, then it won't take many years before I die."

The Mountain Mother was very friendly to Qiao Mu, Zhang Kui and others, especially to Zhang Kui, Fengxian and others, and treated them as her children.

"Even the Mountain Mother will have her lifespan expired?" Zhang Kui was surprised.

"I am the consciousness born from this Black Mountain. The Black Mountain will not die, but the Mountain Mother will have her lifespan expired." The Mountain Mother explained patiently:

"After I die, perhaps thousands of years later, there is hope that a new consciousness will be born on this mountain, but it will no longer be me by then."

"Walking out of this mountain is both a search for freedom and self-salvation." The Mountain Mother explained:

"It's just that after all the hard work and accumulation until now, there is still a final push..."

"What's missing?" Wu Qizheng asked hurriedly.

Among the many people present, he knew the Martial Saint the best.

With the Martial Saint as the imaginary enemy, every second counts.

The Mountain Mother hesitated for a moment: "I don't know, what's missing..."

She hesitated for a while and was about to speak.

But it was too late.

The people on the top of the mountain turned around almost at the same time and looked towards the foot of the mountain.

In the black mist that enveloped the surroundings, a man as burly as a mountain had walked out at some point.

It was the Martial Saint who had been away for a long time.

The last time Qiao Mu saw the Martial Saint in Nanzhou, the Martial Saint still had gray hair and could not tell his exact age.

Now his gray hair has turned black, and he looks like a young man, but his eyes are as deep as the abyss, and he doesn't look like a young man at all.

Martial Saint!

His eyes penetrated the long distance and locked onto the people on the top of the mountain.

His eyes first passed over Wu Qizhen's face, with a slightly surprised look:

"Wu Qizhen?"

The strange martial arts of "Blood and Flesh Changes" was first created by Wu Shengren, and Wu Qizhen was the one who perfected "Blood and Flesh Changes".

Not to mention that Wu Qizhen now appears in his original image, even if he changes his appearance through blood and flesh changes, I am afraid that he can't hide from Wu Shengren's intuition.

"You can survive and escape from the hands of Xuantian Sect Yuanying Zhenren, and keep it secret until now? You've done a good job."

Wu Shengren nodded in approval.

For Wu Qizhen, a traitor who escaped from his control, he was actually impressed.

He was always very patient with capable people.

"Since you are alive now and waiting for me here, are you going to stop me from eating, or do you have the intention of fighting to the death?"

His attention was not on Shanmu, but he was always staring at Wu Qizhen.

Wu Shengren smiled faintly and walked forward.

His pace was neither slow nor fast, and there was no other abnormality. He just walked forward in a simple way.

I don't know why, but such a simple action also gave people an indescribable sense of oppression, making it difficult for Fengxian and Zhang Kui to breathe. Their muscles were subconsciously tensed and their hearts were pounding.

Martial Saint!

His existence itself was a disaster for the martial arts world of Jiuzhou. In the hearts of martial artists, his reputation was no less fierce than that of immortal cultivators.

"Martial Saint, it's not that I want to fight to the death, but that you deserve to die." Wu Qizheng said in a cold tone.

"Every time it's others who sacrifice and die, not you."

"You keep saying that you are killing immortals for the survival of the human race, but you are crazy and don't know it. The human disaster caused by you will sooner or later cause a disaster in Jiuzhou. If you sacrifice yourself this time, can you accept it?"

The reunion of father and son after several years was not only without warmth, but the father and son also stood directly on both sides of the battlefield.

Such a scene made the martial saint feel more and more relieved.

"My good boy, you are so brave." The Martial Saint was not angry but happy. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, almost to his ears, revealing a terrifying smile.

"It seems that you and I, father and son, have gone astray."

"If we are on different paths, we cannot work together."

"Since you want me to die, let's see if you have the ability to do it!"

Whoosh!

The Martial Saint passed by in the wind. He was as burly as a hill, but he flew up the hill like a light swallow, pointing directly at Wu Qizheng.

But the next moment.

Boom.

The ground suddenly cracked, and a long gully appeared five steps in front of Wu Qizheng.

Wu Qizheng did not move a step, but there was a Qiao Mu holding the Qin King Sword in front of him.

At the same time.

The Martial Saint's figure went from extremely active to extremely quiet, and stopped in front of the gully.

He lowered his head and looked at the gully on the ground with interest.

If he hadn't noticed Qiao Mu's sword in advance and stopped in time, he would have been struck by Qiao Mu's King Qin sword just now.

"Qiao family? Do you want to stop me too? You might as well state your name."

Wu Shengren looked up at Qiao Mu, and the two looked at each other quietly.

Wu Shengren is not a good person in martial arts. Just because he has spared his hand on Qiao Xin, the evangelist of Taoyuan Villa, does not mean that he will be open to the rest of the Qiao family from now on.

This is different from the situation at Taoyuan Villa.

At that time, the martial saint did not show his true appearance and did not break his face.

If he had appeared as a "Martial Saint", he would have either caused many warriors to flee in fear after killing many people, or he would have made warriors from all walks of life share the same hatred and work together to defeat him, and there would have been a great war.

"Qiao family, Qiao Shuangxu."

Qiao Mu raised the Qin King's Sword, pointed at the sharpened and deformed forehead of King Qin at Wu Shengren, and said:

"Although Mountain Mother is a spirit of heaven and earth and not a human race, she has protected this village for decades."

"If you kill her, tens of thousands of people here will be displaced and must move out to the outside world."

"How do you want to hear my answer?" Wu Shengren grinned and said:

"Do you want to hear me say that the survival of these people is a necessary sacrifice for the righteousness of the human race?"

Qiao Mu said nothing.

Wu Shengren only said lightly:

"Do you need so many reasons to stand in front of me?"

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Wu Shengren looked directly into Qiao Mu's eyes.

Neither party spoke, they just looked at each other quietly, but the confrontation between their eyes was like swords clashing, as if an invisible edge flashed in the void.

Zhang Kui and Brother Xian only glanced at each other for a few times before their eyes hurt and they almost shed tears.

Just listen to Wu Shengren say:

"You want to protect the life of the mountain mother, protect the lives of these mountain people, or take revenge... it doesn't matter."

"But why do we need so many reasons for fighting between warriors?"

"Those who have different paths should not conspire with each other."

"This sentence alone is enough."

"The martial arts of you and me cannot coexist or be reconciled. We are bound to die."

After their eyes met, Wu Shengren could see Qiao Mu's fighting spirit and intention in his eyes.

For such a high-spirited and determined challenger, Wu Shengren always has only one thing to do:

That is to kill the challenger completely and use it as nourishment to make him go further.

"It's just a pity..." Wu Shengren said with an indifferent look in his eyes:

"Whether it's Wu Qiankun, Wu Qizheng, or you Qiao Shuangxun..."

"They can't even kill me."

Wu Shengren took a long stride, directly crossed the ravine drawn by the tree on the ground, and walked towards the tree.

The mountain mother behind Qiao Mu sighed slightly:

"Kids, it's time for you to go."

With a flick of her finger, the ground around her rose and rolled again, and she actually carried brother Xian and Zhang Kui away quickly.

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at the same time.

Above the clouds, there are a few pairs of eyes looking at the mortal world.

The three Taoists stood side by side, looking down at the scene below.

"Brothers Yunhai and Yunhu, don't be impatient yet."

A look of fear flashed in Yunhe's eyes, and there was a black-haired dog demon that looked like a hill crawling at his feet.

"I broke a dharma body into that mortal who called himself 'Martial Saint', and Yuhua also died in the hands of the Qiao family's half-demon."

"For the sake of safety, I would like to ask my senior brothers and sisters to take action together with me so that nothing goes wrong."

The other two Nascent Soul Masters frowned secretly and were a little impatient.

Taoist Yunhai is a fat Taoist priest with a big belly and a round belly, but his face is not friendly and smooth.

Master Yunhu is a slim female cultivator. She looks like a woman in her mid-twenties, with white hair tied into a bun.

"Junior brother, you are making a fuss out of a molehill." Female cultivator Yunhu frowned and said:

"Now our sect is short of manpower, and there are only four Yuanying elders left. You just opened your mouth and asked me to wait for three people to arrive. Just for this kind of thing?"

The fat Taoist priest Yunhai said nothing, but gave Master Yunhe a sidelong glance.

Master Yunhe saw sweat on his forehead and said quickly: "Brother and sister, if you don't believe me, please be more patient and take a good look at the methods of these two warriors."

"We don't need to take action yet. We can sit quietly and watch the fight between tigers and tigers. See what these two people do so that we can know ourselves and the enemy."

Female cultivator Yun Hu still frowned. She was about to speak, but was stopped by Master Yun Hai next to her with a wave of her hand:

"That's all, let's see. It won't take much time anyway."

Master Yunhai said:

"Mountain Mother has been hiding in the Hundred Thousand Mountains for hundreds of years and has been practicing meditation. Although she has no power to resist our sect, she still has ways to hide herself and protect herself."

"Her black mist magic can blind our spiritual senses. Now it seems that it doesn't have much effect on the warrior's spiritual intuition?"

"This martial saint has some skills, and it's worth my wait. Just sit quietly and watch the show."

Master Yunhai's words seemed to have considerable weight.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the female Xiu Yunhu, who was a little impatient just now, also stopped talking.

This Yunhai Zhenren is the one with the highest cultivation among them, and he once subdued a corpse Kun in the swamp in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Kun is a kind of extremely large fish. The most famous one is naturally the Kunpeng that soars up to 90,000 miles and can be listed as a divine bird.

Corpse Kun is a giant fish that eats carrion. Although it cannot be compared with the Kunpeng in mythology, and it is not as potential as the Tongtian Water Spirit, it is also huge in body and powerful, far stronger than ordinary monsters.

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At the moment when the Martial Saint raised his foot and stepped over the gully on the ground.

Qiao Mu moved.

He raised the Qin Wang Sword in his hand and looked down at his wrist.

His eyes turned into a substantial sword light, cutting through the skin of his wrist, and the blood gushing out was attached to the sword body of the Qin Wang Sword as if it had life.

"Red Moon Burning Blood Technique·Blood Sword Technique, Cut!"

The Qin Wang Sword in his hand slashed through, and the huge sword light like ink splashed swept towards the Martial Saint.

The next moment.

Blood appeared on the left leg of the Martial Saint who had stepped over the ravine, and blood gushed out like a spring.

This powerful slash was enough to break the waves and divide the flood. At this moment, it fell on the left leg of the Martial Saint, almost cutting his left leg off. The broken bone fragments could be seen from the narrow wound.

It was beyond everyone's expectations.

The Martial Saint did not dodge, but stood there and endured the sword.

"Hearing is false, and seeing is not necessarily true."

"It seems that both Qiao Shuangxi and Qiao Xin are qualified to be enemies with Yuanying cultivators."

The Martial Saint lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand to press on his thigh, as if trying to stop the gushing blood with his hand.

This action was actually a bit ridiculous, but the strange thing was that as his big hand gently brushed over, the gushing blood actually stopped quickly, and even the wound that almost cut off the thigh was healing quickly.

After doing this, the Martial Saint raised his uninjured right leg again and took the second step towards Qiao Mu.

With this step, his joints all over his body were crackling.

His original tall stature of more than two meters, which was extraordinary, actually shrunk at this time. After taking one step, he had shrunk to about 1.8 meters.

"The transformation of the supreme man is the ultimate of man."

The Martial Saint raised his hand.

"Every inch of skin and every bone in the flesh are born for war."

His palm suddenly expanded and became huge, and the originally flesh-colored palm skin became thick at a speed visible to the naked eye, showing a strange black and red color.

This slap swept across, and the momentum was extremely fast, but there was a violent explosion in the air, and the ink-splashing sword light was shattered in the air.

The whistling wind stirred up, blowing the robes of the Martial Saint.

Blood marks appeared on his already red palm, and a circle of hot air rose above it.

The Martial Saint looked down at his palm and said calmly:

"Martial artists' fights are never just about talking."

"Neither you nor I can be persuaded by words alone."

He took the third step towards Qiao Mu.

"The loser will have his body left."

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