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

Chapter 400

Crackling.

In the giant cauldron, the blazing flames continued to burn, and the wood sculpture of the immortal was being devoured by the flames. The wood gradually turned black, cracked, and broke. The compassionate expression of the immortal gradually twisted and disappeared.

On the stone steps in front of the main hall of the Taoist temple, Qiao Mu and Wang Songhe looked at each other across the steps. Their eyes met in the air, but there was no spark, only silence spreading.

Since Qiao Mu came to this Heyang Prefecture City, all he saw were old things and old people, just a new coat, and no major changes had taken place, such as this Xuantian Temple and the former Captain Qian.

But Wang Songhe, who met today, finally gave him a sense of things and people have changed.

Qiao Mu turned around and pointed to the main hall of the Taoist temple behind him.

"You just said that being an official is useless and you want to do something useful..."

"Is this what you mean by useful?"

The Southern King did not comment, but continued:

"Whether you are in the court or in the mountains, there are limitations after all."

"Wang Songhe, who became a bandit, spent decades building a secluded village in the southeast and south states. Although he regarded himself as a mountain thief, he was ultimately unable to do so."

"But Songhe, the Southern King, is not the case." The Southern King turned around and looked at the soldiers who were quietly guarding the entrance of the Taoist temple behind him.

There were thousands of soldiers with him. When they came, the sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, and the sound echoed in the long street. The momentum was really extraordinary.

The soldiers did not follow the Southern King into the Taoist temple, but just surrounded it outside the Taoist temple, but the solemn momentum had made the people who were originally watching the excitement on the wooden platform in front of the Taoist temple retreat and dared not approach.

"As a court official, you can't govern the country, you can only fulfill one person's reputation; as a mountain bandit, you can't save the world, you can only let thousands of people hide in the mountains."

"But if you are the King of the South, you can sweep across a state in just a few months, establish a foundation for a country, and eliminate the chronic diseases of the South State..."

Qiao Mu interrupted him: "You have established a foundation for a country, but I'm afraid that there is not a single Xuantian Sect Taoist temple in the South State that has been uprooted?"

"You slandered the aliens when you were young, understood the aliens when you were mature, and then became an alien directly, right?"

The King of the South was silent for a while, and then said:

"My king Songhe is just a mortal, weak and powerless, The Qiao family has unparalleled martial arts, and peerless masters are like weeds that grow again in the spring breeze. "

"If the immortal gate is like a mountain, then mortals like us are ants. It's not easy for an ant to shake a tree, let alone a mountain?"

"You are weak and want to join the immortal gate? I heard that two years ago when you were still a bandit, your immortal cultivation had not yet established a foundation. Now... you have already formed a pill, right?" Qiao Mu's face was cold: "The immortal cultivation is long, and you have crossed the foundation stage in just two years. It seems that Lord Nan Wang is not a mortal."

"Even if he was before, he is not now."

Qi refining, foundation building, golden elixir, Yuanying, and Shenhua.

After the decline of spiritual energy, even if the incense and divine talismans are counted, Shenhua is already the limit of the human world.

Qiao Mu didn't know much about the immortal cultivation, but he had killed many cultivators, so he vaguely judged that the current Nan Wang should be in the Jindan stage.

However, his Jindan stage aura was weak, which seemed to be worse than the Jindan cultivators Qiao Mu had killed before. He must have just formed a pill.

Even so, Wang Songhe's progress in cultivation was already extremely amazing, and even abnormal.

A normal Jindan cultivator would probably need to practice and accumulate for hundreds of years, and a cultivator with excellent aptitude and spiritual roots might be able to achieve it in decades.

But Wang Songhe formed a pill in two years, which was a bit abnormal.

Qiao Mu's implicit meaning was that the Southern King had received great benefits from the Xuantian Sect. Perhaps the sect had used all its strength to cultivate a Southern King like him, and his cultivation progress was rapid.

Wang Songhe said: "The world is bitter and turbid, Wang Songhe is alone and weak, so naturally he can only find another way."

"With my qualifications, if there is no incense, if there is no external force, I can only cultivate hard, at most I can barely build a foundation, and then I will reach the end."

"The gate of immortals is like a mountain, and moving mountains is not something that can be accomplished in one or two generations. Even Qiao Pifu in the past was burned to death before the threshold of this Taoist temple."

"And the way I am looking for is a compromise and coexistence between the two."

"Compromise, coexistence? Do you mean the coexistence between immortals and mortals?" Qiao Mu raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." Wang Songhe looked at the entrance of the Taoist temple.

At this time, the soldiers in armor had already blocked the entire periphery of the Taoist temple, and there were no outsiders in the Taoist temple. Only Qiao Mu and Wang Songhe were quietly confronting each other, and the wooden statues burning in the fire.

Wang Songhe continued, "What the Immortal Sect wants is the incense of mortals, not a chaotic world where people's lives are worthless; the establishment of the Southern King and the establishment of the Earthly Immortal Kingdom are all for this reason."

"So, the contradiction between immortals and mortals is not irreconcilable."

"As long as the people believe in the immortals of the Xuantian Sect, worship the gods and worship the immortals, and there are a large number of devout believers, as long as this is met, for the Immortal Sect, everything else is trivial."

"What they care about is incense, not the life and death of the people."

"And if I were the Southern King, I could become a bridge between immortals and mortals, and push towards the direction of prosperity."

"And the price paid..." The Southern King looked at the Taoist temple in front of him:

"It is the Taoist temples in these large and small cities."

"Do you call this a price?" Qiao Mu said:

"The Southern King recruited the Huajin Grandmaster Qiao Jinyin, relying on the reputation accumulated by the Qiao family, carrying the banner, recruiting local militia to revolt and join the army, but in fact he deceived the world and stole the name... Is this also a price?"

"In the past two years, Fucheng monk Mingyue allowed spiritual beasts to eat people in the streets. Such so-called 'man-made disasters' will continue to exist in Nanzhou like this incense Taoist temple. Is this also the price?"

King Nan was silent at first, and then spoke:

"In the past, there was no self in Nanzhou, and natural and man-made disasters occurred from time to time; but from now on..."

Qiao Mu grinned at this time and took out a King Qin Sword from his storage bag:

"In the past, Qiao Sen, the junior member of the clan, could still mention you to me, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that."

"Thousands of words and lofty speeches, isn't it just to surrender first and then seek to govern the world?"

"You still want to say it, but I'm too lazy to listen. Why don't you do it for me?"

Just when Wang Songhe kept silent, he was ready to listen.

However, Qiao Mu suddenly raised his fist, his strong energy escaped, and he punched directly through the air:

"As a martial artist, I always rely on my fists to speak!"

The strong energy suddenly shot up into the sky, bypassing the Wangsong River and soaring into the sky.

But with a "click", a clear golden light broke between the clouds, and then an old Taoist wearing a long fan fell from the clouds with a gray face, and several cracks appeared in the protective robe.

Elder Yaoyang was not good at fighting, and Qiao Mu was able to detect that he was spying secretly, which was indeed a surprise.

"Huh?" Elder Yaoyang's expression changed slightly, and just as he was about to say something, he saw Qiao Mu stepping on the void with his feet, and he was rushing towards him like an arrow from a string.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

The intensive fist force was like a storm. In an instant, Elder Yaoyang's cassock was torn apart inch by inch, and he was covered in blood. His figure was suddenly clenched by a big hand and forced into the burning giant cauldron.

"Young man, you have something to say——" Elder Yaoyang was bathed in the firelight, his face as sinking as water.

At this moment, his protective robe was shattered by Qiao Mu with a few punches. He felt the danger of death that he had not seen for a long time, so he quickly said:

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"Behind me is the Immortal Sect Xuantian Sect. There are countless monks in the sect. What's the use if you kill one of me?"

"There are many monks in the Immortal Sect. If you kill a Chiyang who is in the Golden Core stage, I will do it. If you kill me, then naturally someone stronger will take action, even the Taoist Transformation Lord."

"Do you still want to compete with my Yangyang Immortal Sect?"

Qiao Mu then punched Elder Yaoyang on the head, then scratched his chin, feeling quite moved:

"Your proposal sounds okay."

Elder Yaoyang:?

He frowned and stopped trying to talk to Qiao Mu. Instead, he turned to look at King Nan next to him and said with a mixture of shock and anger:

"King Nan. He is a brainless and vulgar warrior, but you are not."

"He is seeking his own death. Don't you understand that even if you are colluding together, you will never be able to escape from the hands of Xuantian Sect?"

Speaking of this, Elder Yaoyang also felt angry.

This time he came not to kill, but to try to find out the details of Qiao Xinxin and find out whether there was any trace of the headmaster of Yunxiao Sect behind him.

But King Nan did not do what he said.

This person was acting treacherously, and what he said did not mean to find out the details of the Qiao family at all. Instead, it aroused Qiao Xunxin's anger.

"We are not colluding together." King Nan said:

"It's just that Mr. Qiao is very discerning and noticed you, Elder Yaoyang, who was secretly spying on you, so Lei Lei took action."

"Then what if I didn't notice and beat you to death?" Qiao Mu asked.

He said in his heart that he actually didn't know whether Wang Songhe was telling the truth or not. There was some truth and some falseness in his words.

It's just that there is an elder Nascent Soul hiding in the clouds behind who is not particularly high in cultivation. Let's give it a try first.

King Nan said calmly: "If you beat me to death, then beat me to death."

"If there is no Qiao family to break the situation, I will be controlled by others after all, and I will only be a knife in the hands of strangers in the future. It is a good thing to die early."

King Nan stepped forward, quietly looked at Elder Yaoyang struggling in the giant cauldron, and reminded Qiao Mu:

"Elder Yaoyang is one of the Yuanying elders of Xuantian Sect, but what he is good at is not the killing technique, but the method of refining medicine."

"You mean, this old guy has a lot of elixirs on him?" Qiao Mu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he became very interested.

Old man, blast your gold coins!

"The elixir does exist, but it may be a little different from what Mr. Qiao thought." King Nan said calmly:

"This elixir is far away in the sky, but right before your eyes."

Having said this, the corners of his mouth slowly turned upward, raising a somewhat bitter smile.

"I am a medicine man under Elder Yaoyang, a great medicine in human form."

"Two years to form an elixir is naturally not the right way." Wang Songhe explained:

"In today's era, without the external force of incense and incense, with my ability, I will realize that there is no hope of forming an elixir after reaching the foundation building stage."

"So, I tried to join the Immortal Sect and seek to seize the inheritance of Xuantian Sect's Taoism in order to go further."

Speaking of this, Wang Songhe's face turned slightly sad.

At that time, he was just a foundation-building monk, and he was also considered a wild cultivator. If he wanted to seize the Taoist inheritance of the Immortal Sect, he would have to pull his teeth out of the tiger's mouth, and his troops would be in danger.

Then he flipped over.

"The practice method given to me by Elder Yaoyang made me progress rapidly at first, but in fact it is not the true method of the Taoist sect, but the practice method of the medicine man."

"The so-called medicine man's cultivation method has rapid progress but unstable foundation. At most, he can only cultivate to the golden elixir stage, but cannot achieve immortality. He only has a realm. He has cultivated hard all his life, but is just making wedding clothes for others."

Ordinary medicine men can't cultivate to that level.

It's just that Wang Songhe has excellent spiritual roots and is the King of the South, so he is forced to grow up fast and can't be considered a real golden elixir stage cultivator.

Qiao Mu listened to him quietly. He was over a thousand years old and would not believe everything he heard. He asked at this time:

"What about Qiao Jinyin, the master of Huajin of the Qiao family?"

"I did it on purpose." Wang Songhe said:

"At that time, I, the 'King of the South', was actually a puppet of Xuantian Sect. Military orders cannot leave the house, and there are immortal monks to take charge, let alone a face-to-face meeting with Mr. Qiao."

"I heard from my old subordinates that Mr. Qiao Xixin appeared in Yancheng, Nanzhou, so I resorted to this last resort..."

Wang Songhe had dealt with the Qiao family in the past and knew the Qiao family's style of doing things.

Whether it was treating Qiao Jinyin as a guest of honor or talking loudly in this Taoist temple, it was all after understanding the Qiao family's temper, deliberately making shocking remarks to anger and attract Qiao Xixin to take action.

If Qiao Xixin took action and Wang Songhe could survive, everyone would be happy.

If he was beaten to death on the spot, it wouldn’t be a bad thing for a medicine man like him.

"Wang Songhe." Elder Yaoyang in the fire shouted:

"It's okay that this man is an unreasonable and rough warrior, but do you really want to die?"

"The sophistication of the immortal prohibitions is beyond your imagination. Do you really think that a mortal warrior can save you with just a harder fist?"

"Since you have done such a rebellious thing, you should know that not only will it be impossible to be freed, but you will also be unable to die. It's not as simple as dying and destroying the soul..."

"Elder Yaoyang, your Tao heart is in chaos." Wang Songhe stood next to the flames, looking down at him:

"What immortal cultivators seek in their lives is longevity, so you, who know you are about to die, have already been in a state of chaos and speak without thinking."

"But I am different from you." Wang Songhe narrowed his eyes, and a look of reminiscence appeared in his eyes:

"I only practice magic, not immortality."

"What's the use of longevity to me? What's wrong with short life?"

Qiao Mu was slightly startled.

He had a photographic memory, and he immediately recalled what Wang Songhe said when he first met him in the mountains two years ago.

Two years passed in a flash, and now when I look back at the old people and places, it seems that they have only changed a layer of outer clothes, but the inside remains unchanged.

Things are the same, and so are people.

Wang Songhe's face was solemn:

"Mr. Qiao, although your martial arts are high, but Elder Yao Yang is a Yuanying cultivator after all. Even if he has lost his protective robe, he cannot be invaded by ordinary fire."

"Today, let me add a fire."

He pinched the magic formula with his hand, and a ball of red bone-eroding fire floated into the giant cauldron and stained Elder Yao Yang's body without the protection of the robe.

Crackling.

The fire in the giant cauldron suddenly became blazing and burned fiercely.

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