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

Chapter 379

Inside Tianxiang Tower.

Qiao Mu leaned down and carefully observed the corpse of the leopard-headed, round-eyed man on the ground.

This corpse was penetrated by a strong external force, not only the limbs were broken apart, but also the internal organs were severely damaged... Qiao Mu was actually quite familiar with this kind of death.

"It is obvious that someone penetrated the body with extremely strong internal energy, and at the same time suffered extremely severe external and internal injuries, and all the internal organs were shattered... The killer's internal energy is extremely deep, far exceeding the so-called fourth-grade limit."

"It's just..."

"It's just like I killed him." Qiao Mu muttered to himself:

"Someone in Nanzhou pretended to be a member of the Qiao family to cheat and recruit disciples. In this Southeast Province, is there anyone who imitated me to kill people?"

When Qiao Mu had not yet practiced the fake into the real and practiced the real energy, he relied on the internal energy accumulated over the years, plus the multiple explosions of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration, and hit out with a palm. The strong internal energy can almost shatter people from the inside out.

Only a few super-strong warriors with internal strength, including Qiao Mu, who are at the top of the Jin list, can do this.

"So, the murderer claimed that he is the current head of the Xue family, Xue Changhe?"

Qiao Mu turned his head and looked at a pale old man in gray behind him.

This old man in gray was the first person in the crowd to be chosen by Jian Zexian, so he mustered up his courage and fought with Xue Changhe, and was almost killed on the spot.

Despite this, he was also seriously injured. Before he could walk away, he was caught by Qiao Mu and asked about the chaos that happened in the city before.

"Yes, it was Xue Changhe." The old man in gray nodded, with resentment flashing in his eyes.

He was almost killed by Xue Changhe at an old age, so he naturally felt resentful.

"Mr. Qiao, don't underestimate Xue Changhe. He was once the number one on the Jin list. Even now, he should be the second on the Jin list... no, the third... the fourth?"

The old man in gray counted in his mind.

Let’s not talk about the martial saints who are not on the list.

Counting Yan Taizu in the palace, Qiao Xin, the owner of the Qiao family’s Taoyuan Villa, and Qiao Xin in front of him, this long river of blood can only be ranked fourth.

“Fourth? If there is only quantity but no quality... whether there is more or less internal strength, it is still just second-rate.” Qiao Mu didn’t care too much.

The key to breaking through the super-grade of internal strength is the combination of qi and spirit, and the combination of the qi strength practiced with the warrior’s own “spirit”.

The “spirit” of a warrior can be said to be unique, so the nature of the true strength of each true strength warrior is also different, and it is not easy to be randomly transferred.

Therefore, this long river of blood, in all likelihood, has not mastered the way to change the quality of internal strength, but just like Qiao Mu before, relying on extremely large quantities to enter the super-grade of internal strength.

No matter how much internal strength there is, the distance of external release is ultimately limited.

The true energy is highly condensed, and the distance of the energy is greatly increased. At the same time, the warrior's ability to control his own true energy has also increased, and it also has the ability to impact the mind similar to "witnessing".

Qiao Mu has already updated the version to this level by himself. No matter how much internal energy this blood river has, it can only be used in front of a warrior who has not yet mastered the true energy.

So Qiao Mu is not afraid of the blood river.

What makes him confused is the mysterious woman in red who took the stone sword and left quietly.

The woman in red mentioned the sword tomb, which seems to mean that she deliberately led people to the sword tomb. It might be a trap.

Qiao Mu thinks he can take it easy.

"It's come to this point, let's eat first."

He rushed all the way from Southwest Province to South Province, and rushed to Southeast Province before he could even sit down.

Now that he has found the clues of the exiled sword immortal, Qiao Mu is not in a hurry.

"Old Gray." Qiao Mu looked at the gray-clothed old man next to him:

"What other places in Southeast Province have special features? Take us to find some?"

"...Mr. Qiao, my last name is actually Bai." The gray-clothed old man whispered.

"Oh, it seems that I was wrong." Qiao Mu glanced at him.

He just called out casually. The gray-clothed old man was not a beautiful girl. They just met by chance, so who cares what his last name is.

The gray-clothed old man was shocked.

"Mr. Qiao is not wrong, it's me... I got the last name wrong." The gray-clothed old man smiled and apologized:

"I remembered that our Bai family was actually named Hui five hundred years ago, but we moved to Southeast Province to avoid war, and later generations changed their last name to Bai."

"Mr. Qiao is really amazing." The gray-clothed old man gave a thumbs up;

"You can see through the background of my Bai family at a glance!"

Qiao Mu:...

He didn't know whether the gray-clothed old man was just making up a story, but he felt that the old man was a bit too dramatic.

"Your martial arts cultivation... is about the fourth level? Your spiritual cultivation is not enough. It seems that when people get old, their spiritual cultivation also declines?" Qiao Mu looked at the gray-clothed old man carefully.

"Mr. Qiao has a sharp eye!" The gray-clothed old man said respectfully.

When a warrior gets old, the first thing to decline is the blood.

If the internal strength and martial arts are neglected, the internal strength and martial arts will also decline.

For a warrior like the gray-clothed old man, the blood and qi decline is not too much, but the heart is old.

"I think so." Qiao Mu said lightly:

"Your mind is dusty, your experience has come up, but you have spent a lot of time thinking, but because of this, you have lost the martial arts heart of a warrior who is indomitable. If you still have the mind to improve your martial arts in this life, you should pay more attention to this point."

This sharp comment sounded like an elder's sharp comment on the younger generation. Outsiders on the street felt weird no matter how they heard it: Qiao Mu is now a young man in his twenties, while the gray-clothed old man is obviously over sixty.

As a result, after saying this, the old man in gray clothes nodded and bowed with gratitude, which really made passers-by look a little weird.

"Don't come here with such nonsense." Qiao Mu waved his hand to stop the old man in gray clothes from flattering him:

“Let’s be real and get some local specialties from Southeastern states.”

The old man in gray thought for a moment and said, "Southeast State is also called Haizhou, and it is a state near the sea."

"Baichuan City means Baichuan River entering the sea, and it is also the mouth of the lower reaches of the Tongtian River."

“This place has a wide range of fresh river seafood, especially the snowflake crab and amethyst scallops are the most famous..."

The old man in gray clothes led Qiao Mu directly through the local streets, occasionally stopping in front of restaurants to introduce some local dishes.

"This amethyst shell has an amethyst-like luster on its shell, and its meat is sweet..."

But Qiao Mu listened, but was a little uninterested.

"That's it? Is there anything more fancy?"

"What do you mean, Mr. Qiao?" The old man in gray hesitated.

"It's just new things that aren't found elsewhere. You don't have to stick to these fish, shrimps and crabs."

The old man in gray thought for a moment, and then he realized.

"Yes, yes."

"This time I will take Mr. Qiao to something new that is definitely not available in other places."

The old man in gray clothes was confident. He took long strides to lead the way, and soon he stopped in front of a roadside fortune-telling stall.

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"Mr. Qiao, we're here." The old man in gray pointed at the fortune-telling stall.

There was actually a long queue in front of this fortune-telling stall, and it looked like business was booming.

The fortune teller behind the stall is a middle-aged Taoist with a long beard and a serious face.

"Fortune telling? Is this considered a local specialty?" Qiao Mu was confused.

"Mr. Qiao, don't say that." The old man in gray said with a smile:

"These nine immortal sects each occupy the territory of a state. The name of the immortal sect in the southeastern state is Yan Shendao. Aren't the monks here unique to others?"

"This Qianzhen Taoist's fortune-telling stall is also famous for its efficacious effects in Baichuan City. Mr. Qiao can give it a try."

"A monk from the Immortal Sect tells fortunes for mortals?" Qiao Mu was surprised.

He has traveled to several states. Although the inheritance of magic techniques among immortal sects in different places is somewhat different, the aura of superiority is exactly the same.

Nanzhou Xuantian Sect does have monks who give porridge to mortals and win people's hearts, but this is the first time Qiao Mu has seen such a fortune teller.

It has to be said that the old man in gray got it right this time.

Originally, Qiao Mu only wanted to get some specialties, but now that he met this cultivator of the Shinto, his curiosity was aroused.

Qiao Mu went to the back of the crowd and waited in line for almost half an hour, and he was about to get on the wheel.

Standing in front of the tree was a thin scholar with a sallow complexion. When the Taoist Qianzhen saw him, he looked at him carefully, and his face suddenly became much more serious:

"Your hall is black and you have a lifeless look on your face. It is obviously a sign of death. I am afraid that you will be plagued by disasters in the near future, and you will encounter a bloody disaster..."

"Ah? Master, please save me!" The scholar couldn't bear the fright and begged quickly.

Qiao Mu watched quietly from the side, frowning slightly. Was it too easy to believe? So easy to cheat?

"Pindao has a little magic that can get rid of your bad luck and keep you safe." Taoist Qianzhen said in a deep voice.

"Master, if you have a good prescription, I would like to thank you very much." The scholar took out some broken silver from his arms and wanted to hand it to Taoist Qianzhen.

Unexpectedly, Taoist Qianzhen didn't even look at the broken silver. He just waved his sleeves and said:

"I am an outsider, so what is the use of this yellow and white thing?"

"If you want to avoid disasters, you can take a shower and change clothes, then go to the Taoist temple in the east of the city to burn incense and pray for ten days. Then the poor Taoist will talk to you in the temple about this method of eliminating disasters..."

"Remember, sincerity in this matter will lead to success, don't make mistakes."

The people nearby also saw the behavior of this Qianzhen Taoist, and they all praised at this moment:

"Master Qianzhen doesn't need money, just burns incense and prays, and is willing to save lives. He really has the heart of a Bodhisattva..."

Qiao Mu listened but didn't take it seriously.

Although money and silver are useful to monks, they are not as important as incense after all.

This Qianzhen Taoist is telling fortunes here, obviously leading the believers to the Taoist temple.

Under the pressure of a life-and-death crisis, a thin scholar like that just now would naturally be pious.

"Not accepting money does not mean that you are not greedy. How can this yellow and white vulgar thing be more important than incense?" Qiao Mu said casually.

After saying this, before the Taoist said anything, the believers around him became anxious.

"How do you talk like a foreigner?"

"Qianzhen Half-Immortal has an efficacious effect. There was a strong butcher Zhang from Chihu Street who came to tell fortunes. The master said that there would be a bloody disaster within three days. At that time, Butcher Zhang didn't believe this evil, but after three days, his body spontaneously combusted. , everything inside was burned, and finally burned to ashes...you think it’s terrible, right?”

"This time, Scholar Chu's business is probably not trivial. Even a half-immortal has no idea what he is doing. He even goes to a Taoist temple to burn incense and pay homage to the immortals of Yan Shinto for ten days."

Qiao Mu still disagreed:

"If immortal monks deal with mortals, how many of them will be able to see the magic methods of immortality?"

Butcher Zhang died suddenly on three days, his body spontaneously combusting...Why does it sound like he was hit by a fire charm from an immortal monk?

When these words came out, the surrounding believers became even more furious.

"Young man, there is a god in your head, please take it easy."

"You can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense..."

This Qianzhen Taoist obviously got along very well here. Without him speaking, Qiao Mu was almost drowned in the saliva of the believers around him.

Until now, the Qianzhen Taoist had not said a word, and Qiao Mu, an outsider, had become the target of public criticism.

At that time, the Qianzhen Taoist finally took action.

He smoothed his long beard, looked at the believers around him with a smile, and raised his hand to make the people around him quiet down:

"Everyone, don't be impatient."

"Life and death have destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven. There is a time in destiny that must be there, and there is no time in destiny. There is nothing that a poor man can do."

"And this gentleman..." Taoist Qianzhen raised his eyes to look at Qiao Mu and quietly used the Observation Qi Technique:

"Your appearance is dark, and your face has a look of death... um... a look of death?"

Yan Shinto monks are good at fortune-telling, divination, prophecy, fortune-telling, etc.

But now when Taoist Qianzhen looked at it, he saw that the strong death aura almost completely covered Qiao Mu's entire face, and then rose upward from the top of his head, turning into a long gray-black smoke and shooting straight into the sky.

Death and smoke? What the hell is this?

Taoist Qianzhen was suddenly shocked and had goosebumps all over his body. Immortal monks have a long lifespan, but he has never seen this thing before.

The so-called death energy is the fate of death that only exists in people who are about to die. The stronger the death energy, the closer they are to death.

And when a living being truly dies, the death energy will turn from its peak to decline and dissipate quickly.

Just when Taoist Qianzhen was in a state of shock, the deathly aura he saw changed again.

The deathly smoke that originally shot straight into the sky seemed to be pulled by the violent strong wind, rolled back and sucked to one place.

Taoist Qianzhen glanced from top to bottom, and finally saw the rich death aura, which finally converged on the muzzle of a fat cat lying on Qiao Mu's shoulder.

As the fat cat breathes and breathes, the dead air is constantly being sucked in...

"Huh? It's a strange monster that eats death energy." Taoist Qianzhen's heart moved slightly.

He knew this kind of monster.

But after associating this alien monster with the tree with the air of death rising from the sky, Qianzhen Taoist felt a little confused...

It is obvious that a lot of this rich death energy has been devoured by this alien monster. The current smoke of death in the sky can only be said to be a bit of leftovers from the cat's mouth?

So before this demon cat swallows the death energy, how strong will the death energy on the person in front of him be?

"What evil monster? Are you really a living person?"

Taoist Qianzhen shouted loudly, and then his figure quickly rose into the sky, turned into a ray of light and rushed into the sky and disappeared.

Only Qiao Mu stood there, looking up at the sky in confusion.

"Why are you scared away? I haven't even told you your birth date yet?"

"This aura of death is so strong, does it mean that I have died too many times in the past, or that there will be no life in the future? It's so unprofessional to run away now."

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