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

Chapter 431

The gate of Xuantian Sect.

Waves of true energy of various colors were released into the air, and the air rippled and twisted like water waves, causing the Xuantian Sect's mountain gate to shake slightly from time to time.

Further away, the soldiers and horses of the Southern King Song He formed a formation, and waves of arrows were thrown into the sky, and finally stagnated in mid-air.

There are already many martial artists who have achieved true strength in Taoyuan Villa.

Even a relatively mediocre third-grade god-refining warrior, after practicing his true strength, can volley dozens or hundreds of meters with his full strength in one blow.

At this moment, all kinds of real energy are like rain breaking through the sky, which is really spectacular.

"The current progress in martial arts is really unbelievable." The suspended stone sword beside Lu Yanbei said:

"When I was young, there were not many super-grade warriors in all of Kyushu who could take the second step to super-grade and achieve a qualitative change in internal energy."

"Who would have thought that now there is a perfect "Divine Transformation Technique"..." Jian Banxian couldn't help but sigh.

In the past, the advantage of third-level god-refining warriors compared to fourth-level warriors was only in the intuition of god-refining, and they may not have advantages in speed, strength, and internal energy.

As soon as "The Art of Divine Transformation" came out, there was a huge difference between a third-grade true martial artist and a fourth-grade martial artist and below.

If we look at the nine-level martial arts system established by Taizu Yan when Great Yan founded the country, the third-level true strength warriors in the way of Qi Jin are even better than the super-level god-refining warriors who took the first step to the super-level in the past.

After all, the latter has only reached the pinnacle in the path of refining gods, and his strength may not be much better than that of a first-grade martial artist.

Amidst the noise.

"Wu Mingkong, why don't you move?" someone said.

"I'm here, but I'm not doing anything. Isn't it a bit unsatisfactory?"

Hearing the shouts from the people around him, Wu Mingkong stepped forward and punched out, the force of his fist piercing the air and making a hissing sound.

She hadn't yet mastered the Divine Transformation Technique, so this punch had only a mediocre effect on her inner energy before it had undergone a qualitative transformation.

"Huh? Do you call it "effort"? It's obviously a case of working hard but not working hard..." Others laughed and said:

"The thunder is loud and the rain is light. Are you here to be lazy?"

"Little girl, are you hiding your clumsiness? But isn't it a little late for you to hide your clumsiness?"

"Have you told me eight hundred times? I have only mastered a small skill such as Huajin Kung Fu in martial arts. It is really useless now. Don't think too highly of me."

Wu Mingkong already had a little pain in his head.

It's not that she doesn't work hard, but she is still the second among the seventy-two sages under Wu Shengren, and her foundation is extremely solid.

If you don't count the "Divine Transformation Technique", with her martial arts that can reach the highest level of skill, she is almost invincible.

It's just that the true strength has not yet been achieved, and in real fighting, it is indeed not as dazzling as the third-grade true strength martial artist around him.

"I had known that I would have been so clumsy when I first came to Taoyuan Villa." Wu Mingkong felt a hint of regret in his heart:

"It's all because I'm a genius, it's all because I'm too dazzling..."

"It would have been better if I had kept a low profile. There is no need for me to stand out now..."

"This little girl..." Jian Banxian was nearby and glanced sideways at Wu Mingkong.

Although he doesn't know how to read minds, he can really guess what this little girl is thinking. It is indeed somewhat similar to what he imagined when he was young...

At this moment.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the clouds surged up and down. In an instant, it was like a violent wave, submerging the top of the mountain.

Looking back, I saw that the direction at the foot of the mountain was already submerged in dark clouds, and in the blink of an eye it was dark.

boom!

Several purple thunderbolts suddenly appeared from inside the mountain gate, and the sudden light was as bright as day. In just a moment, it separated the dark night and penetrated the clouds and night.

The power of this purple thunder was frightening. In an instant, the thunder criss-crossed the area, and in just a moment, people were knocked over, and stone fragments were flying.

The body-protecting Zhenjin of many Zhenjin warriors was also penetrated at once, and their bodies instantly vaporized, leaving only charred corpses in place.

The intense heat burned the air, and even the stone steps on the ground were instantly blackened.

Rumble.

The stone steps in front of the mountain gate and half of the mountain at their feet were cut through by purple thunder and slid down with the roar of thunder.

"Retreat ---" Many warriors' faces were whitened by the purple thunder, and they all used light skills to run away from the collapsed half of the mountain.

Although they were led by the Qiao family, many warriors mustered up the courage to fight to the gate of Xuantian Sect Mountain.

But most of them had no experience in dealing with immortal cultivators. Now that they saw the methods of the immortal cultivators, their expressions suddenly became stiff.

But at this time, in the purple sea of ​​thunder in front of them, which was originally as bright as day, there was an additional figure, partially blocking the dazzling light.

"Since this is called the second alien war after forty years... Since it is a war, there must be casualties."

"Anyone who dares to come with me knows what they are doing and has made their own choices." Qiao Mu said in a low voice.

After all, Xuantian Sect is one of the nine immortal sects.

Even if there is only one Yuanying monk left to preside over the mountain protection formation, it is still extraordinary. Those purple thunder counterattacks came so fast that even he had no time to save those truly powerful warriors.

Qiao Mu is not so naive as to think that he has unparalleled force and can lead people to defeat Xuantian Sect alone without any damage.

But the deaths of these warriors still made him upset.

In full view of everyone, his hand expanded rapidly at an incredible speed.

In the blink of an eye, the five fingers on the palm were like five thick iron pillars, leaving five long marks under the sliding half of the mountain, which could withstand the sliding trend of the small half of the mountain.

The other hand raised the King Qin Sword in his hand and pointed it at the Xuantian Sect's mountain gate.

"Come!"

The sound was like a yellow bell, resounding all around, and for a while even the surging clouds around it stopped a little.

And in the next moment, the purple electric lights wandering around were aimed at him as if they were alive, bombarding him from all directions.

Qiao Mu's eyes were like lightning, and his body was spinning like a top. King Qin's sword slashed diagonally at the purple thunder, and his true energy poured out.

"Changing strength...the stars are changing!"

The next moment, streaks of purple electric light were swimming like snakes on the blade of King Qin's sword, like a small purple sun on the tip of the sword, spinning and jumping on the tip of the sword.

Wu Mingkong's little face was also illuminated by this dazzling light for a moment.

It's just that the expression on her face is not as good as the other warriors around her. She only has admiration for the warriors of the Qiao family, and is even more shocked.

"What the hell? He calls this Huajin?"

Wu Mingkong's understanding of martial arts skills has reached a super level, and he can even learn real Huajin from the hands of "Huajin Grandmaster" Qiao Jinyin.

She has a deep understanding of Huajin Kung Fu.

So at this moment, the doubts and confusion in her heart were countless times stronger than those of other warriors.

"Transforming energy into energy, this is a way for warriors to fight and neutralize the enemy's moves and even energy... How can it be possible to transform even immortal magic?"

"Could it be that after practicing the "Divine Transformation Technique" and gaining true strength, it will have such wonderful effects..."

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A ridiculous thought even crossed Wu Mingkong's mind for a moment.

"Could it be that Qiao Jinyin is real?"

"And Huajin Kung Fu is really a martial art passed down by the ancestors of the Qiao family?" Wu Mingkong was a little confused for a moment.

The sword banished immortal next to her also let out a slight sigh, and the tip of the stone sword moved slightly.

However, Qiao Mu swiped his sword horizontally at the next moment, and the little purple sun on the tip of the sword and the vast true energy that surged throughout his body turned into sword light that splashed into the sky and poured out.

"The Heaven-Destroying Sword Technique!"

The sword light intertwined with the purple electric light, turning into a path of blazing white and lavender light. With a loud bang, clear cracks appeared in the air, and then exploded together with the Xuantian Sect's mountain gate, and the entire mountaintop shook violently.

Qiao Mu breathed a long sigh of relief, his face paled, his swollen left arm gradually returned to its original shape, and he stepped forward through the Xuantian Sect's mountain gate.

There was a snap.

At the mountain gate archway, the jade plaque with the words "Xuan Tian Sect" lost its faint halo and fell behind Qiao Mu, shattering into pieces.

"Broken!"

Behind Qiao Mu, a group of warriors each performed light skills and rushed forward.

Qiao Mu, on the other hand, stopped in the crowd with a calm expression. He looked at the excited crowd in front of him and nodded slightly, feeling a little relieved.

"After this battle, it's not bad to be a preacher at Taoyuan Villa."

These Kyushu warriors were indeed more active than he expected, so it would actually be good if he could teach martial arts in the villa with peace of mind.

As Wang Songhe said, defeating immortals with force is not a matter for one person or one family. To do it reluctantly would not only embarrass oneself, but also despise other warriors who share the same desire to defeat immortals.

And after experiencing the taste of the dream of immortality for two thousand and five hundred years, he really did not have the confidence to survive the next dream of immortality in a clear mind.

It's like reaching the end of a long-distance marathon. Although I feel relieved, my spirit has also reached an extreme.

"Take it easy."

Qiao Mu walked slowly forward among the crowd, but the things around him were reflected in his heart.

He walked slowly with his eyebrows lowered, but from time to time he raised his Qin King Sword and stabbed it. When he raised his head, there was a sharp sword light that broke through the air, shattering the flying rainbow light.

........................................

At the same moment the mountain guarding formation was broken.

In the main hall of the sect, Elder Yaoyin, who presided over the formation, and the many Jindan monks assisting in the formation were all shocked, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and their faces became a little gloomy.

"Elder Yaoyin?"

Many Jindan monks, with faces as golden as paper, gathered around him.

It's not that I'm worried about Elder Yaoyin's injuries, but that I'm worried about their future...

"Elder, is there any other way?"

"Elder?"

There were even some injured Jindan disciples who turned into rainbow lights and soared into the sky without even asking.

Elder Yaoyin was stunned for a while before he gradually came to his senses.

Although his cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul stage, he is an elder who is good at refining medicine.

When he was faced with a crisis and was asked to take on a big responsibility, he didn't feel happy at all about taking over the power. He only had a headache.

But now... He thought for a long time, but in the end he just sighed.

Walking out of the main hall, I happened to see a wave of warriors pouring over at the Xuantian Sect's mountain gate.

Although these warriors have developed true strength and can fly hundreds of meters in the air, there are only a handful of them who have mastered the "Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon". They cannot walk in the air and can only walk with their feet, but they can spread all over the mountains and fields and cover the sky.

Elder Yaoyin sighed:

"The situation is over..."

He sat on the floor, looking a little tired.

From the moment the leader of the Xuantian Sect died unexpectedly, the Xuantian Sect reached the end of its rope, and what followed was just a brief period of survival.

Now, their struggle has finally come to an end.

Just seeing Xuantian Sect come to an end under his eyes, many thoughts naturally surged in his heart.

Elder Yaoyin could not help but sigh:

"The majestic Nine Heavens Immortal Sect, one day, was broken through by a group of ordinary warriors..."

"Our Xuantian Sect is one of the nine heavenly sects. Our heritage has been in existence since ancient times, and we have even produced ascended true immortals."

"But now, this immortal sect tradition that has been passed down from ancient times to this day will be destroyed in one day, or in the hands of mortals who do not practice immortality--"

The words have not yet finished.

A blazing bloody sword light came through the air and slashed Elder Yaoyin's shoulder away, causing blood to spurt wildly.

"Where is your mother?!" Xue Changhe held the flame-shaped sword Fenhai, and all the men and swords came.

Elder Yaoyin was spurting blood and his face was pale, but he had already made up his mind, and his expression was quite calm. He just shook his head lowly.

"Summer insects cannot speak of ice, they are a bunch of vulgar warriors..."

"Now the vulgar warriors are about to trample over your thousand-year-old sect." Li Changshi stepped forward, stepped on his chest, and pointed the long knife in his hand directly at Elder Yaoyin's neck.

"Foundation-building cultivator? Fellow Immortal Martial Arts practitioner?" Elder Yaoyin glanced at Li Changshi.

"Since you have cultivated the Immortal Way, you can still reach the foundation-building stage in this world. You must know how vast the Immortal Way is..."

"Yes, the immortal path is vast and lofty. It can lead to immortality, fly to the sky and escape from the earth, burn the sky and boil the sea. It has infinite power." To the surprise of Xue Changhe next to him, Li Changshi nodded in agreement.

"We ordinary people, in front of the Immortal Sect, are just mayflies that live and die."

"Compared to the immortal way, mortal martial arts are just toddlers, and even now they cannot reach them."

"It's just that I don't quite understand..." Li Changshi raised the long knife in his hand, his eyes slightly cold, and the blade drew a cold arc of light before swiping down.

"The immortal path is vast and lofty, but ordinary people like us are vulgar and short-lived. Should we be taken into the palms of the immortals to fool, plunder, and have our fate of life and death overturned at a single thought?"

A big head flew up, and then in the clear light, a Nascent Soul villain escaped and flew into the sky.

Li Changshi's movements were not slow at all, and he slashed towards the sky with his sword again, using his true strength to cut the Nascent Soul villain into two.

"Aliens and mortals like us have the same origin and belong to the same human race. But it is obvious that you do not regard us as the same kind." He murmured:

"But even short-lived, weak, toddling mortals still want to live with dignity..."

In the midst of the chaos, Qiao Mu walked among the crowd, quietly listening to the movements around him and listening to the conversation here.

He did not draw his sword again, but just watched quietly.

At this moment, the warriors were running wildly, and the swords in their hands unleashed the true power of the sky, knocking down the monks' escape light.

The originally peaceful and peaceful Xianmen Mountain Peak was now in chaos, with shouts of killing and the sound of weapons breaking through the air everywhere.

He lowered his eyelids, but felt a strange sense of peace in his heart.

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