Chapter 123: Revenge Does Not Last Overnight (Guaranteed First Update)

The Snow Mountain Sect disciples who were rescued by Meng Qi in the inn before were afraid of the revenge of the Crying Old Man and were unwilling to commit crimes. Only Master Gu Changqing, who was chivalrous and sympathetic, quietly followed An Guoxie and Meng Qi and confirmed that they entered the temple to spend the night.

At night, he carried a long sword and quietly bypassed the small lake to block the vicinity of the temple, but he did not dare to go in. After all, he was only two orifices open and there was a huge gap between him and An Guoxie. If he rescued people rashly, he would die.

He was not here to rescue people this time, but to find out the situation and find an opportunity to confirm the identity of the captured monk. In this way, when he arrived at the next oasis, he could ask several seniors to join forces to scare An Guoxie away - fighting alone, they might not be An Guoxie's opponents.

With two whooshes, he climbed up a big tree around the temple, hid in the tree canopy, and looked at the broken window.

He had opened his eyes and had excellent vision. Through the broken window, he could roughly see the scene in the temple. The little monk was lying in front of the incense table, his eyes closed, as if he was unconscious, and his right hand was hanging down by his side, as if he had suffered a great trauma. The "white-headed vulture" was sitting ten feet away, cross-legged and regulating his breathing, and there was nothing unusual.

Gu Changqing collected his thoughts and waited patiently for an opportunity. As long as An Guoxie was distracted, he would throw the paper ball in his hand in so that the little monk could see it and make things easier.

The lake behind him reflected the gradually sparse lights in the oasis, quiet and desolate.

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Meng Qi's nose was filled with stench, and his mind was unusually clear. He tilted his head slightly and saw that under the incense table, under the curtain, the slightly dark red Red Sun Evil-Suppressing Knife and the Ice Que Sword wrapped in a pale gold scabbard were lying quietly, with the hilts facing outwards, which was very convenient for him to pick up.

The Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is really good at what he does... Meng Qi praised the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, pretended to groan in pain, moved a step towards the incense table, shortened the distance that seemed far before, and lay on his side with his left hand on the ground.

An Guoxie opened his eyes, looked at Meng Qi who was "squirming in pain", and sneered: "Can't you bear this little pain? I don't think you can experience all my tortures."

His tone was quite regretful.

Meng Qi was "stimulated" and forced himself to endure the "pain". An Guoxie smiled and continued to close his eyes and regulate his breathing. His injuries were already stable. Although it would take some time to fully recover, he didn't need to heal his injuries uninterruptedly.

With his spirit, energy and mind smooth as one, Meng Qi adjusted himself to the peak state, and then patiently waited for the opportunity.

This time, he would advance without retreat!

If he couldn't kill An Guoxie, he would probably die!

He couldn't wait for the "Sad and Soft Breeze" to fully take effect, because An Guoxie's nose was open and he was very sensitive to the smell of poisonous gas. His nine orifices were open at the same time, and the inner world was constructed, forming a cycle. Once something was wrong, he could immediately detect it. Therefore, when the Sad and Soft Breeze just took effect and An Guoxie was alert to the external enemies, he had to draw his sword.

In such a focused state, time seemed to pass very slowly, and Meng Qi was not impatient at all.

An Guoxie closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, and suddenly felt that the internal breath was a little difficult to circulate. He was startled and held his breath. He focused his mind on his nose, and felt all kinds of smells in a subtle but extremely sensitive way.

The internal breath became more and more difficult to circulate, and gradually dissipated. An Guoxie's nose had already identified the problem. The small stone hidden in his left hand, with a strong wind, hit the place where the smell came from.

At the same time, he used all his strength to operate the Crazy Sand Divine Art to resist the invasion of this inexplicable poisonous gas.

The sound of the small stone hitting the small porcelain bottle suddenly rang out in the quiet temple.

Meng Qi extended his right hand, and the inner spirit burst out suddenly. A faint and bloodless knife light jumped out, as if it came from the inner call, and slashed towards An Guoxie in a mysterious and indescribable way.

The lightning marks on the back of his left hand were prominent, purple and dripping, and the power of the heavenly punishment thunder permeated.

An Guoxie focused part of his attention on resisting the poison gas and eliminating the influence, and the other part was distracted by the direction where the smell came from and the rest of the temple, fearing that someone would attack from the east and west and rescue the little bald donkey.

But at this moment, the knife light lit up, and the red dust rolled!

An Guoxie's eyes could not hide the astonishment, surprise and disbelief. It was clear that he had broken his dantian and broken his arm, so how could the little bald donkey still be able to cut a stunning knife?

He had no defense at all, and even when the knife light was approaching him, he suddenly realized who had cut it!

"Fool, your nose is open in vain, you can't even distinguish the poisonous gas! It's better to cut it off!"

"What's the use of you? You were deceived by such a trick. Believe it or not, I will seal your acupuncture points and throw you out to feed the wolves!"

"Useless thing, kill yourself, so that I won't waste my energy!"

The scolding from the ancestor was heard, and the "terrible pressure" of the ancestor was clearly added to him. An Guoxie trembled all over and muttered to himself in his heart: "I was wrong, ancestor, I was wrong, please forgive me..."

The ancestor was furious, and even the pressure was much more terrifying than normal. It was vaguely connected with the power of thunder that he felt when he witnessed the monster's tribulation, making him tremble physically and mentally, and he wanted to kowtow and admit his mistakes.

The severe pain came, and An Guoxie came back to his senses. In his sight, there was a dark red ring knife, the blade was hot, and there were patterns emerging.

It had already chopped into his forehead and cheek!

No!

At this critical moment, the pain became more and more stimulating, and An Guoxie's potential exploded. All the bones in his body, including his skull, collapsed.

As soon as Meng Qi succeeded in this knife attack, he felt that the person under the knife was as if he had no bones, retreating with the wind, and was weak and unable to bear the force.

An Guoxie's eyebrows and cheeks were half open, blood was flowing, and he felt dizzy. He finally got a chance to catch his breath. He raised his right hand and slapped away the Red Sun Demon Sword with one palm.

Meng Qi was not frightened, but remained calm. If he could kill this great master with all nine orifices opened with one knife, he would be surprised!

He raised his left hand and a black iron dart was fired violently. At the same time, he raised his toes and the Bingque Sword was unsheathed and fell into his left hand.

An Guoxie had just slapped away the ring knife, and before he could catch his breath, he saw a black iron dart opening in front of him. He had to bite his tongue, exert the mystery of the Crazy Sand Divine Art, take a deep breath, swing his left palm diagonally, and flash to the right.

Damn, where did he get the hidden weapon?

I clearly searched his whole body!

His eyes suddenly focused, and the black iron dart flew close to him, suddenly split into seven, and hit seven different directions respectively!

He sent one blow with his left palm, dodged two with his right body, but the remaining four hit An Guoxie firmly!

An Guoxie roared in pain, and a layer of black air appeared on his face. The "dispersed power poison gas" that the Crazy Sand Divine Art had gradually resisted before suddenly went out of control, his internal energy disappeared, and the poison rose.

I won't give up! His palms were already exhausted, and he roared inwardly, and the Crazy Sand Divine Art went backwards and operated regardless of anything.

An Guoxie's body suddenly swelled, like the beginning of a sandstorm, all the poison gas and poison were discharged, and the darts also fell down.

But at this moment, the figure of Meng Qi was reflected in his pupils, his gray monk robe was tattered and dirty, his face was handsome and solemn, holding a sword in his left hand, and posing as a delivery.

Then, a pure and condensed sword light lit up, carrying a sinister deathly aura, and pierced An Guoxie's face with a momentum of advancing without retreat and going forward without turning back.

He can also use a sword...

Where did he get the sword from...

Facing Meng Qi's three consecutive attacks, An Guoxie had already changed his ways and couldn't catch his breath. He could only shrink his head with all his strength, as if he wanted to hide it in his stomach.

After Meng Qi "cut off the purity" with one knife, without the self-sacrifice technique, although he didn't have the strength to strike again, he was not exhausted. He could still use other knife skills and the "Yan Luo Tie".

All his energy and thoughts were "concentrated" on the long sword. He had only one belief in his heart, either he died or I died!

The sword light was solemn, imposing, and murderous. With a slight difference, it penetrated his eyebrows before An Guoxie softened his bones and moved his head down!

An Guoxie had a strange expression, like crying and laughing, like he couldn't believe it, like he was resentful and unwilling. His mouth was slightly open, and he wanted to say something, but there was only a hoarse sound.

A translucent long sword was nailed on his eyebrows, and blood was flowing out.

I lost... I actually lost to a little bald donkey who just got enlightened...

How could this happen... Why did he recover from all his injuries and improve his martial arts... Why did he have a knife, a sword, and a hidden weapon...

But even so, as long as I can catch my breath, I can still kill him...

I won't give up!

Bang, he fell to the ground with his back to the sky, revealing the tip of the Bingque sword stained with bright red and milky white, his eyes wide open, and he died with his eyes open!

The deceased: An Guoxie.

Identity: The disciple of the crying old man; the white-headed vulture; a master with all nine orifices opened; the 36th on the human list.

Cause of death: a sword in the eyebrow, the onset of severe poison.

Death: softened bones, black skin, knife marks on the cheeks, and hidden weapons on the body.

Murderer: Shaolin Zhending.

Watching An Guoxie fall to the ground, Meng Qi did not dare to neglect it. He stretched out the Red Sun Demon-Suppressing Knife in his right hand, swung it hard, and separated An Guoxie's head from his body, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally killed him!

Finally I saved myself!

If Yanluo Tie had hesitated a little more, An Guoxie would have shortened his neck and avoided the vitals. I could only use the Sacrifice Technique and activate "Falling into the Red Dust" to make the final blow. By then, even if I could kill An Guoxie who didn't have time to recover, I would be exhausted and powerless and it would be difficult for me for a while. Any horse bandit could kill me. After all, this was the second time I used the Sacrifice Technique, and the backlash would be more serious.

Looking at An Guoxie's face, Meng Qi suddenly recalled the torture he had suffered before. He suddenly felt happy and laughed out loud. Didn't you say you would pinch off the rest of my body? Didn't you say you would torture me with all kinds of torture? Why are you lying there without saying anything now?

Humph, I have a kind heart, so I won't torture your body.

Meng Qi was very proud for a while. No matter how unexpected it was, no matter whether An Guoxie's strength was only 50% or 60%, being able to kill a nine-orifice master with the strength of four orifices was a record worth being proud of, and it was an incredible thing that could make people drop their teeth.

Moreover, this showed that his swordsmanship and internal strength had truly entered the ranks of masters!

"An Guoxie ranked 36th on the Human List. Now that I have killed him, will I replace his ranking? But this is not good. My real strength may not even be at the level of the first entry into the Human List. If An Guoxie had not been able to predict it, I would lose a hundred times." Meng Qi has always been a divergent thinker. He inexplicably thought of the Human List. He wanted to be on it, but he didn't want to be on it, because if he ranked very high and didn't have the corresponding strength, he would definitely not be able to deal with the challengers who came one after another.

"Forget it, let's not consider this kind of unreliable thing for now. I'd better 'destroy the body' or 'use the body to mislead others'. Horse bandits are rampant in the vast sea, and nearly a third of them obey the orders of Ze Luoju, a descendant of the Crying Old Man. If people knew that I killed An Guoxie, I'm afraid I would be surrounded by horse bandits as soon as I left the oasis..." Meng Qi quickly restrained all his wild ideas and made a decision.

So he raised his sword, released his energy, and destroyed the wounds on An Guoxie's body, so that no one would see his special move.

Looking at An Guoxie's wide eyes, Meng Qi suddenly laughed and said to the corpse: "I say, does this count as a grudge that will not last overnight?"