Chapter 92 The Real Opportunity

A strand of Qi gathered and moved upward, striking the blocked acupoints. The weak and sick Meng Qi forced himself to hold on and stay calm. According to the acupoint method, he condensed Qi into a thorn and fiercely stabbed the external internal force that was occupying his acupoints.

Puff, an invisible sound rang in Meng Qi's heart. The external internal force that had already loosened and dissipated a lot was stabbed and collapsed. The acupoints were unblocked!

Meng Qi worked hard, the Qi was surging, and he rushed to the acupoints, and soon all the remaining acupoints were opened.

The Qi circulation was no longer obscure. Although his strength was less than 10% restored, and he couldn't even operate the Golden Bell Cover on its own, Meng Qi at least regained his freedom of movement and had a certain ability to attack.

With a slight force from both hands, the rope broke silently. Meng Qi carefully removed the last obstacle and looked at An Guoxie.

He still sat cross-legged, eyes closed, breathing and healing, with no distractions. He changed his clothes, but the wound under his neck was still exposed, like a hideous centipede, slowly wriggling and recovering.

Meng Qi narrowed his eyes, wondering whether he should use the Wind God Leg to escape, or take this opportunity to kill An Guoxie once and for all!

He knew that although An Guoxie was seriously injured, he had recovered for most of the day, and he had taken a lot of healing pills. At this time, his injuries should have stabilized and he could exert 50% to 60% of his strength, which was a world of difference from his condition after the self-sacrifice technique.

After weighing his current strength and the current situation of the broken sword, Meng Qi thought that even if he tried his best and hit the vital point with the Arhat Fist, he probably couldn't kill An Guoxie. At most, he would be injured more and his serious injury would relapse. After all, after his injuries stabilized, his body-protecting qi must have been running naturally.

So, either wait a little longer, wait for his strength to recover to 30% to 40%, or flee now.

Meng Qi himself was brave enough to fight, but he was not a reckless and irrational young man. After thinking it over, he decided to choose the latter. After all, it was not suitable to stay here for a long time.

If the rain of pear blossom needles was here at this time, it would be fine. Meng Qi looked at An Guoxie, who was "so good that he couldn't help himself", and thought regretfully. Then he slowly stood up, stepped on the magical and ever-changing steps, and quietly ran back. Once he was far away, he used the wind god leg without hesitation to run wildly, no longer afraid of alarming An Guoxie.

Suddenly, his eyes blurred and his body numb, and he was shocked to see An Guoxie appear beside him.

"I thought you would take the opportunity to sneak attack me. When you assassinated me last time, weren't you so fearless and so resolute?" An Guoxie said with a smile.

Meng Qi was surprised and said, "You found out a long time ago?"

"To be honest, I don't care how I torture you, but do you know why I only sealed your acupuncture points and didn't use other means?" An Guoxie smiled, which looked quite ferocious under the cold moonlight, "Because I like to see other people's hope turn into despair in my hands, so I want to give you hope, give you hope to escape, and then when you are full of hope, I will destroy it with my own hands. Your expression now makes me very satisfied, and it's worth my pretending to heal and waiting for so long."

Psychopath! Meng Qi couldn't help but curse inwardly. The last person who cursed like this was Gu Xiaosang.

An Guoxie shook his head with a smile on his face: "No, despair is not enough, little bald donkey, you will be punished for running away privately."

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and pressed it on Meng Qi's Dantian, spitting out his strength!

Severe pain rushed to his head, and Meng Qi's muscles and skin that had been transformed by the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt all bulged to resist external forces, but under the huge gap in strength, they quickly deflated, and the Dantian seemed to be scraped by a steel knife, shattered inch by inch.

"Okay, destroying your martial arts is a punishment." An Guoxie's expression was filled with a morbid joy and satisfaction, "Little bald donkey, don't despair, keep trying, haha!"

"If you tell me the martial arts now, there will be no such torture. I will leave you here and let you fend for yourself. How about it, are you tempted?"

Although his dantian was in great pain and he was exhausted, Meng Qi was not as desperate as An Guoxie imagined. After all, he had come through the critical moment of life and death. At this time, he still maintained a rare calmness. He knew that even if he could hand over the illusion technique, An Guoxie would never let him go, so he turned his head with disdain and did not answer An Guoxie's request.

An Guoxie snorted and said no more. He resealed Meng Qi's acupuncture points and sat down to regulate his breathing.

"With his dantian destroyed, his vigilance against me will be reduced to the extreme. There is still a chance to escape!" Meng Qi did not dwell too much on the fact that his martial arts were destroyed. After An Guoxie really healed his wounds, he fell asleep and tried to recover his spirit and physical strength. "Ordinary people without martial arts" could also escape.

In the next few days, An Guoxie took Meng Qi to circle around the edge of the vast sea. For a master like him who has all nine orifices opened, the monsters and demons in the depths of the Gobi Desert are also quite dangerous. Under normal circumstances, he might be able to break through, but now that he is seriously injured, it is better to circle around.

And Meng Qi maintained a very cooperative attitude, patiently looking for and waiting for opportunities.

On this day, An Guoxie took Meng Qi to an oasis in the vast sea. This place was originally a very prosperous and lively place, but with the invasion of wind and sand, the scope of the oasis became smaller and smaller, and the environment became worse and worse. Most people had to leave their homes and find another oasis.

So, at a glance, the green here is always covered with a layer of gray, and most of the buildings between the trees are old and dilapidated. Only the inn in the center and the nearby houses are relatively well-repaired, and on the other side of the much shallower lake, there are abandoned temples and palaces.

Since many caravans pass by here, the business in the inn is pretty good. More than a dozen tables are almost full, some of them are dressed as merchants and sandmen, and some are like chivalrous knights.

At one of the tables, there are four young men who look like chivalrous men and chivalrous women. They are full of energy and ambition, as if the whole world is waiting for them to conquer, which is particularly eye-catching.

When Meng Qi stepped into the inn, the first thing he saw was them, not because they were dressed in fancy clothes, but because one of the men had an ice crystal snowflake inlaid on the back of his hand, and the long sword on his waist was seven inches shorter than the normal size, narrow and weird.

All this only shows one thing, he is a disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect who has obtained the qualification to travel down the mountain!

Only the Snow Mountain Sect uses this type of long sword, and only they will inlay ice crystal snowflakes on the back of the hands of disciples who travel down the mountain as the symbol of the sect.

As one of the six sword-wielding sects, and as a martial arts sect that competes with the Vajra Temple and other martial arts sects in the Western Regions, the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect who travel down the mountain have at least opened two orifices.

This is an opportunity, Meng Qi said to himself silently.

An Guoxie has a unique appearance. As soon as he entered the inn, he attracted a lot of attention. The Snow Mountain Sect disciple was no exception, but he immediately frowned, as if he recognized An Guoxie's identity, and then he communicated with his companions as if nothing had happened.

Unlike Shaolin, the Snow Mountain Sect is in the Western Regions. An Guoxie can avoid provoking them, so he naturally won't. He dragged Meng Qi to a corner, ordered food and rested.

Meng Qi looked carefully at the table of the Snow Mountain Sect disciples and found that in addition to him, there were two men and one woman. The woman was petite and delicate, with delicate features. She was not very beautiful, but she made people feel very close. One man was wearing a black suit, very tall, with ordinary features, and was talking to the Snow Mountain Sect disciples with a smile on his face. The other man was dressed and looked like a weak scholar, but his bulging temples showed that his strength was not low. Meng Qi suspected that they had all opened up.

And the Snow Mountain Sect disciple was dressed in white, with ordinary looks, a high nose bridge, and a somewhat cold temperament.

"The Snow Mountain Sect doesn't have a bad reputation. I wonder if they will lend a helping hand..." Meng Qi thought to himself, but he didn't ask for help rashly. After all, not every disciple of a big sect is like Jiang Zhiwei and himself, who can understand the true meaning and fight for their lives with powerful means. Even if the Snow Mountain Sect disciple has opened four orifices, if the others have only opened their orifices, they may not be a match for the injured An Guoxie together. The inheritance of the crying old man is also extraordinary, not much worse than the ordinary direct descendants of the big sects. An Guoxie is also a master with nine orifices opened, and his realm is much higher.

He ate the food silently, and when An Guoxie was not paying attention, he secretly bit his index finger and quietly wrote the word "help" on the table leg on his side.

When An Guoxie turned his back to the inn after dinner, Meng Qi seized the opportunity, looked sideways at the young knights, opened his mouth, made the shape of "help", and waved to the square table where he had sat.

After three consecutive times, he turned his head and followed An Guoxie upstairs.

He did not ask the other party to understand his mouth shape, but just to attract their attention so that they could find the words "help" written on the table leg, and then invite enough helpers to rescue him after recognizing An Guoxie's identity.

After walking a few steps, An Guoxie suddenly stopped and said to Meng Qi with a smile: "Alas, I am used to living in a dilapidated temple."

After that, he pulled Meng Qi out of the inn, through the woods, around the lake, and walked into a dilapidated temple.

Watching An Guoxie leave, the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect frowned as expected, and went to the square table where Meng Qi sat to check.

"He is asking for advice from us." The weak scholar whispered, and wiped off the bloody words, "Brother Fu, do you need help?"

The disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect called Brother Fu frowned and said: "That is the 'white-headed vulture', we are not strong enough, and the identity of the monk is unknown, maybe it is the evil demon killing each other?"

He was not willing to take risks.

Hearing that it was a white-headed vulture, the girl and the man in black clothes shook their heads and said to the weak scholar: "Mr. Gu, don't be so stubborn. Although being chivalrous is our goal, we can't do things that we know will kill us. When we reach the next oasis, let's contact a few seniors to rescue us, okay?"

"I won't be reckless, but we must find out the identity of the monk before inviting the seniors to help." Mr. Gu pondered for a moment and said, "I will go to find out tonight and try to get something."

"Okay, you have to be careful." The disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect said with a stern face.

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In the ruined temple, Meng Qi had just sat down when An Guoxie came over and laughed, "Do you think they will come to rescue you?"

Found by him again? Meng Qi was slightly surprised, but immediately restrained his expression and said nothing.

"That's the expression." An Guoxie said happily, then squatted down, picked up Meng Qi's right hand, and looked at it carefully, "Is it this hand that wrote the bloody words just now?"

"What are you going to do?" Meng Qi found that there was a sense of madness in his expression.

"What do I want to do? As long as you hand over the skills, I will do nothing and let you go. Otherwise, I will break your right hand inch by inch." An Guoxie looked like you'd better not agree.

Meng Qi gritted his teeth and sneered, "Please do as you please."

An Guoxie laughed loudly, and with both hands, he crushed the bones of Meng Qi's right hand inch by inch.

This pain went straight into Meng Qi's heart, and he almost fainted. After that, he was tortured even more, as if he had been tortured by the ten tortures.

"Next time it's the left hand, then the left leg, the right leg, the root of the genitals..." An Guoxie withdrew his hand with satisfaction, carefully sealed Meng Qi's acupuncture points again, and then sat down to rest.

Meng Qi lay in front of the incense table, his right hand was completely unconscious, and only waves of pain made him half-conscious.

There is still a chance, he tried his best to tell himself.

In his drowsiness, Meng Qi's eyes went dark, and then he heard a surprised female voice:

"Little monk, how did you get into this mess?"

"Apply for treatment, and the good deeds will be deducted from me. I will use the elixir on my body to exchange for good deeds."

Meng Qi squeezed out a smile at the corner of his mouth, the opportunity has come!