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

At this time, the village is no longer silent. Villagers are coming from all directions, looking at the human body bonfire at the entrance of the Saintess Temple from a distance. It is as festive and lively as a festival: "The sinners have been set on fire and will be burned in purgatory." Eternal..."

Chapter 91 Three Thousand Disciples (3k

The sky gradually became dark and gloomy, and night was approaching.

The mountain wind blew, causing the red flames at the entrance of the temple to dance wildly. This fire is the only light and the only fire in the mountain village at this moment.

The saint Wu Qingxin stood in the air with a flying sword under her feet, her figure illuminated by the fire.

She was dressed in a white robe that rustled in the wind. She had a tall figure and an otherworldly temperament, looking down at the fire below.

Her figure is vaguely similar to the statue of the Holy God enshrined in the temple behind her, but it lacks the compassion of the statue.

This scene fell into the eyes of the villagers of the Saint Girl Village, and it was undoubtedly the scene of the appearance of gods.

The surrounding villagers also gathered from a distance. They didn't dare to get close. They just looked at the Holy Girl Temple from a distance, and surrounded the fire that was dancing wildly in the wind, and kowtowed nine times.

This fire is the only light and heat in the mountain village at this moment.

If such a scene were seen by an outsider who did not know what was going on, they would probably think that this mountain village was celebrating the New Year and was holding a carnival ceremony around a bonfire.

"The saint has really appeared!"

"The villains who broke into the village were burned by the holy fire and will perish forever..."

"The fire of the gods burns away the sins of the world."

"The world is bitter and turbid, the Great Yan Dynasty is exhausted, and taxes in the city are heavy. Only in the mountains are there no taxes, and only in the mountains are saints..."

And in that sea of ​​flames.

Qiao Mu put down his hands that were covered by Li Huo and opened his eyes. All he heard in his ears were the murmurs of these villagers.

"so annoying..."

He lowered his arms, and the internal energy of a fourth-grade warrior gradually surged throughout his body, flowing through his limbs and bones along his meridians.

When he was in Heyang Fucheng, he also saw people who always sat on the side of Xuantian Sect and spoke for Xuantian Sect's Immortal.

When he was in Yancheng, he also saw Confucian scholars who dared to be angry but dare not speak out, or succumbed to Guo Yan's power and spoke out to argue.

But in Yancheng and Heyang Fucheng, he had also seen old soldiers who dared to grab the bowl of Xiaganyidan soup, and he had also seen the head catcher who still insisted on investigating the case despite the heavy pressure from the Immortal Sect.

He originally thought that no matter how dark the world was, people's hearts would always have a balance. Even if they dared to be angry and dared not speak out, they would always know what was right and wrong.

But this small village deep in the mountains and forests, this saintly village that believed in saints, refreshed his understanding.

"Actually, I'm older, so I should be more calm, otherwise it won't fit my personality."

He muttered into the fire.

"I originally wanted to learn how to hide one's strength, bide one's time, and live in harmony with the light, but it happens like this every time...I can't help it."

He lowered his head.

"It's better to be like the light next time."

The inner energy all over his body was burning like fire.

"The demon is disintegrated!"

He doesn't care at all about the Li Huo wrapped around him, isn't it just death?

Whether it was being burned by Lihuo or dying, he had experienced it more than once.

This figure rushed out of the fire and crashed into the white-clothed saint standing with a sword in the air like a cannonball.

There was a crisp sound in the local area.

The long sword burned by Lihuo hit the flying sword that flew in front of Wu Qingxin with huge force, making a loud noise.

Wu Qingxin stretched out her hand to hold the flying sword that was flying backwards, and her figure couldn't help but fall downwards, landing at the door of the temple that was not affected by the flames.

The prayers and murmurs of the villagers who were kneeling and worshiping around the sea of ​​fire suddenly stopped.

The saint in the sky was knocked down by the villain burning in the fire?

"call..."

Several more figures ran out of the flames, with more or less fire wrapped around them, but they burned slower.

The strong internal energy can temporarily suppress the burning of Li Huo, but it can never completely extinguish the fire.

They did not join the battle immediately. Looking at the fierce battle between Qiao Mu and Wu Qingxin, they felt a sense of luck in their hearts.

"He is a strong-willed guy... I hope he can buy time so that we can try to get rid of the burning flames."

Anyone who dares to accept the order summoned by the Xingxuan Envoy and come to hunt down Wu Qingxin, a disciple of the Martial Saint, is naturally a warrior with a high self-esteem and extraordinary ambition.

Originally, they were more or less capable of keeping the bottom of the box, but they were just worried about this and that, so they did not use it immediately. They were caught off guard and were involved in Wu Qingxin's sea of ​​​​fire.

The instinct of survival made them keep the last bit of luck in their hearts, thinking that they might be able to imitate the bearded swordsman before and use some other method to remove the bone-corroding fire burning on their bodies.

Only Qiao Mu came out to fight to the death.

"die!"

The burning long sword in Qiao Mu's hand had gradually begun to deform. He could only continue to pour in his inner strength to resist the burning of the fire, and slashed out again and again.

The flames gradually engulfed his whole body, but he seemed unaware of it and could only keep drawing out his sword.

Nowadays, he has mastered the shadow sword technique, and when he swings the long sword in his hand, it seems to split into shadows, leaving several blurred afterimages of flames in the air.

"Why can't we just be burned to death in peace?"

Wu Qingxin's face was still cold, but she felt a little irritable.

The creation and destruction of the bone-corroding fire can only occur in a single thought of hers, so as long as she responds in time, she will not be burned by the flames. But if the tree was covered in fire and rushed towards him, even if she wasn't afraid of the bone-corroding fire, she would still be a little wary.

"I can die!" The tree with its legs wrapped in flames looked like a devil in the fire to the surrounding villagers, showing a ferocious smile:

"You can't live!"

The already proficient Heavenly Demon disintegrated, and Qiao Mu, who had just entered the fourth level at this moment, suddenly burst out several times the powerful internal energy. Every time the sword was struck, there was a fierce wind, causing the surrounding flames to sway and dance.

Click.

Qiao Mu's sword, which had been burned by Lihuo for a long time, finally deformed and twisted, and the edge was no longer sharp. It was cut off from the center by Wu Qingxin's sword.

"If you don't have a sword, just use your fists!"

Qiao Mu, on the other hand, simply discarded his sword and punched out with both fists.

"There are no fists, but there are still feet!"

His body was burning, but there was no hesitation or pause in his movements.

Compared with the jade-faced flying dragon and others who were meditating and adjusting their breaths in the back, this figure looked even more decisive and tragic.

"This Qiao Zhong...is also very human."

The jade-faced flying dragon stood up, with a gloomy look in his eyes.

He had exhausted all methods, but still couldn't get rid of the strange bone-corroding fire.

Not just him, but also several others.

And they all failed and failed to succeed.

No matter how hard we try, this flame is always like a gangrene attached to the bones, which cannot be shaken off or extinguished.

Their hearts were extremely gloomy, and they tried their best to find no hope... Then they saw another choice Qiao Mu made.

"This is what we, the warriors, should do."

"Wu Qingxin didn't leave us a way to survive, so even death won't make her feel better!"

"Let's go on the road together." The swordsman in white, the jade-faced flying dragon, shouted angrily.

The warriors who dare to hunt down Saint Wu Qingxin are all fourth- and fifth-level masters, and their character is not bad.

In the past, they were lucky and always felt that they were different and could find a way to escape death, but now they can't.

With no chance of survival, he finally gave everything he had and attacked with all his might.

"Taishan Sword, Mountain Opening Style!"

"Taiyi Divine Fist!"

"Little Vajra Palm!"

These people imitated that Qiao Mu, and in this desperate situation, they attacked without defending. They did not seek to save their lives, but only wanted to go to hell with Wu Qingxin. ,

"Ripples upon waves, double waves!"

Qiao Mu, like the others, punched out despite the flames lingering around his body.

When the punch comes out, the rolling inner energy is like ripples in the water, with overlapping waves.

The ripples are strong, the waves are strong!

The two forces of light and darkness combined with the multiple-fold increase in disintegration of the demons exploded layer by layer, hitting Wu Qingxin's lower abdomen, causing her, who had looked cold and calm just now, to fly backwards into the temple of the saint. .

There was another commotion among the mountain people, but how could the people who were already dying at this moment pay attention to this?

"This bone-corroding fire started because of Wu Qingxin. Kill Wu Qingxin quickly. Maybe there is still a glimmer of hope!"

In the temple, Wu Qingxin fell to the ground, her face pale, and her white clothes were stained with blood, which was in stark contrast to the compassionate statue of the saint behind her.

She looked back at the statue of the saint behind her.

"Are we still separated from immortals and mortals after all..."

Over the past twenty or thirty years, she has been practicing hard in seclusion. During her Qi refining period, she was actually much faster than her fellow disciples, but she was always stuck at the foundation building pass, unable to make any progress.

I thought that because she was not a true saint and did not have an immortal position in Xuantian Temple, she lacked the help of incense and vows.

After finally spending many years gathering believers bit by bit in small villages in the mountains and building temples, I thought I could break the mirror in one fell swoop with years of accumulation.

But at the last moment, she was always restless and unable to enter samadhi. Even if she sacrificed her followers, she could not usher in the moment of immortality that she was looking forward to.

"Do you think you can survive if you kill me? Stop being so self-righteous."

The corners of her lips curled up slightly. At this time, she still had some strength left to fight, but her heart was as dark as the warriors who were burned by Li Huo.

"Even a third-grade god-refining warrior is unable to resist the bone-corroding fire of this Qi-refining monk."

"Even if you take 10,000 steps back, if you survive, you will eventually die in the future." She looked at the tree that came from the ruined temple, and looked at the jade-faced flying dragon and others.

"After practicing Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Art, there is only one way to die!"

"Don't you feel something is wrong yet? Why does this secret technique allow practitioners to telepathically sense each other, so that no matter how I escape, I can't escape your senses?"

Wu Qingxin drew her sword in her hand and continued to fight fiercely with these burning warriors, while not forgetting to laugh loudly:

"What kind of martial saint? What kind of telepathy? What kind of mysterious method that even low-level warriors can practice?"

"This is the secret method created by the Martial Saint back then to facilitate the pursuit of the practitioners of the "Martial Saint Rhinoceros"!"

As soon as these words came out, Qiao Mu and others were slightly stunned, and their movements paused for a moment.

Wu Qingxin kept swinging the sword in her hand, and from time to time it flew out while continuing to speak, trying to shake their minds:

"After the Alien War, the Martial Sage became a sage through martial arts. It has been forty years since he became a Confucian sage."

"In the past forty years, he has traveled across nine states to establish the Martial Arts Society, collecting three thousand extremely talented martial arts geniuses, and adopted them as his adopted sons, daughters, and disciples."

"Martial Saint taught his three thousand disciples the best exercises and the most profound martial arts, including the "Martial Saint Rhinoceros Technique"!"

"The disciples of the Martial Saint who have mastered the "Martial Saint Rhinoceros Art", or other martial artists with extraordinary character, will eventually become the qualifications of the Martial Saint."

"How many of the Martial Saint's three thousand disciples from decades ago are still alive, do you think?"

Chapter 92 Martial Saint (5k

People who practice "Martial Saint Rhinoceros" are just the qualifications of the Martial Saint.

This news fell on everyone's ears, causing panic in their hearts.

With her mind agitated, even the offensive at hand stalled slightly, which gave Wu Qingxin precious breathing time.

Wu Qingxin was doing two things at once. While controlling the flying sword in her hand, she increased her strength in her mouth:

"As early as the moment you practiced the "Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros", your fate was already determined!"