Kill Me More Times, I'll Become Invincible-Chapter 392:

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When Qiao Mu’s voice echoed from the ash-covered and ruins-filled barren mountain.

Including Elder Jiuyang, four Nascent Soul Immortals in the sky suddenly felt a chill.

In the human world, the Qiao family’s martial arts are very protective. If a younger member dies unexpectedly, older family members will quickly come to help.

They have heard some rumors about this.

Elder Jiuyang and others never imagined that the arriving Qiao family member would come so quickly, almost appearing right in front of them!

It’s important to know that Nascent Soul cultivators have very sharp senses, able to scan through the whole Heyang City with just a thought.

Even the tiniest creatures in the small mountain beneath their feet cannot hide from their senses.

Under Elder Jiuyang’s Nanming Li Fire, the whole mountain is almost destroyed, and all the creatures inside are wiped out.

But at one moment…

In a hidden corner of the ruins beneath their sight, Qiao Mu’s voice suddenly emerges. How could he sneak past these Nascent Soul Elders’ senses and quietly arrive at this deserted mountain?

The higher their cultivation level, the more they feel that something strange and hard to understand is happening…

"Don’t panic, this person is just a normal human like us. If we all work together, we can get rid of them soon." Elder Jiuyang quickly reacted, waving his sleeve to send out a powerful fire attack, turning into a sea of flames in the sky.

Elder Sun and the others were a bit slower to react, but after hearing Grand Elder’s words, they immediately focused their minds and started chanting spells.

A short time passed.

After a brief quiet moment in the city, a huge fiery storm descended from the sky, illuminating everything as bright as daylight.

For the powerful cultivators from the Immortal Gate, their magical abilities were strong enough to easily destroy a human city.

If Elder Jiuyang and the others wanted to, they could burn down the entire city with little effort. Each spell they cast would shake the earth and sky.

Xue Changhe finally left the city and was filled with sorrow at the scene he saw.

He didn’t know the complicated emotions in the hearts of the Nascent Soul Elders, but he knew that Qiao Pianxin had died in the fire.

"Even someone as strong as Senior Qiao ultimately perished under the cultivators’ magic."

Xue Changhe felt a bit sad in his heart, and couldn’t help but think back to his conversation with Qiao Pianxin just now.

When they parted, Qiao Pianxin told Xue Changhe that he shouldn’t feel ashamed, it’s foolish to risk his life in a fight he couldn’t win against inhuman people for no reason.

Who would have known that not long after, Qiao Pianxin himself became one of those foolish people who died in a fire, making Xue Changhe realize that Qiao Pianxin’s earlier words were just trying to persuade him to leave…

"The difference between immortals and mortals is like night and day, Qiao Pianxin, the senior, was the strongest martial artist I have ever seen in my life, but in the end, he still died, while this Joe…"

Xue Changhe felt sad in his heart, but as soon as he had such thoughts, he saw a figure standing tall in the firelight from afar, which left him stunned for a moment.

Faced with the raging sea of fire raining down from the sky, Qiao Mu below stood his ground, not flinching or dodging, even spreading his arms out in place.

"It’s been eight hundred years…" Qiao Mu lifted his head quietly and locked eyes with four Xuantian Sect Nascent Soul Elders, whispering words no one could understand:

"Do you know how I’ve been living these eight hundred years?"

The ruthless red Li fire licked his body, quickly turning his skin from red to burnt, charred, blackened,… but he didn’t change his posture at all, his eyes coldly fixed on the sky.

Qiao Mu spent eight hundred years in his dream.

He died last time because of Elder Jiuyang’s Nanming Li Fire.

Eight hundred years is too long, so he did many things hundreds of times.

How many times was Qiao Mu burned by the "Nanming Li Fire" on the battlefield in his dream?

Every time Qiao Mu died in battle, it was like a rebirth in fire, helping him improve.

Today, in Qiao Mu’s view, one reason he was burned to death was that his body was not strong enough to withstand the Li Fire.

So he replayed the eight hundred years in his dream repeatedly until he found a solution.

In the last twenty or thirty years of Qiao Mu’s Long Life Dream, one reason he felt at ease was that he had achieved his goal.

In the blazing fire, Qiao Mu closed his eyes.

In the dream, a clear scene appeared in front of his eyes.

In his inner battlefield, he faced Nanming Li Fire’s burning hundreds of times, seeking a solution repeatedly, and finally successfully walked out of the sea of fire.

And now… it was just the moment when dreams come true.

"True strength."

Vast True strength permeated through, turning into pale waves of energy that blasted away the surrounding flames.

"Blood Origin Skill."

At this moment, his blood accelerated its flow, surging through the blood vessels like a river, with over two thousand years of vast True strength gushing out from his limbs and bones.

Blood Origin Skill is a method of nourishing the body with vast internal strength. With Qiao Mu’s True strength entering his bones, nourishing his body for hundreds of years, his progress naturally became extraordinary.

Human Path Sutra is a method of accumulating qi and blood like piling up soil into a mountain. Qiao Mu spent over two thousand years perfecting and mastering the tenth level, causing a surge in his qi and blood for the tenth time.

Now his body is very different from eight hundred years ago.

The previous Nanming Li Fire burned his body, but he spent eight hundred years seeking a way to break the curse, shedding his old self, and returning with a new body.

"Shape Changing Skill."

His whole body flesh and blood rapidly wriggled and changed at a visible speed.

The burnt body unexpectedly rejuvenated in the fire, with pale pink flesh growing from the wounds, then charred in the flames before growing and healing again…

Qiao Mu lifted his foot, stepping on the red Nanming Li Fire, slowly walking out of the sea of fire.

The Nanming Li Fire that troubled him eight hundred years ago could no longer stop his steps.

The Li fire that once burned him to nearly nothing had now become an enhancing effect, accentuating the figure stepping out of the flames.

"Eight hundred years, and the same move, then.."

He slightly bent down, leaped forward, and looked at his own arm.

His gaze turned into a real sword light, cutting through his skin. Blood gushed out like a fountain from the wound, forming a gigantic sword made of blood in his hand.

"Blood Sword Technique, slash!"

Qiao Mu stepped onto the Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps, his figure turning into a shadow. Loud bursts of air followed him as the bright red sword light in his hand broke through the sea of fire and soared towards the sky.

Clang!

The clear sound of the sword echoed through the sky. The golden light on Elder Jiuyang’s robe shattered, leaving a gap as he was sent flying backward.

"Attack together, quickly kill this thief!" Elder Jiuyang’s mouth overflowed with blood, a mix of shock and anger on his face.

Elder Sun and others naturally followed suit, forming hand seals as flames and lightning once again appeared.

As long as they didn’t move, everything was fine. But as soon as they did, the figure in the air wrapped in red flames turned to look at them.

"Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps." Qiao Mu was in the air, with his legs slightly bent, suddenly stepping into the void, darting towards an Elder in a black robe.

A flash of blood-red sword light shone by, cutting the black-robed Elder’s body along with his protective garment in half. His head was thrown by Qiao Mu’s hand, accurately landing in the incense burner below.

Elder Sun and the others’ gazes shifted slightly, their movements slowing down a bit.

With a half-cut corpse of the black-robed real person under his feet, Qiao Mu turned in the air, flying towards Elder Jiuyang again.

Swish, swish, swish!

A dozens of meters long blood giant sword struck several times in the air, consecutively hitting Elder Jiuyang’s robe.

A faint blood-colored trail dissipated in the wind like a ribbon.

Elder Jiuyang’s eyes widened, a blood line shot out from his neck. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

He blankly reached out his hand, pressing both hands on his shoulder, as if trying to stop the shocking wound.

"Late." A faint voice in the wind murmured to itself.

"Eight hundred years, still using the same move…"

Starting from the moment of waking up from the dream.

Elder Jiuyang, who had seemed tricky before, was no longer a match.

In the next moment, a giant hand swollen and enlarged grabbed him all over, ruthlessly tearing Elder Jiuyang’s hand apart, and with a pull, ripping his head and body apart along the wound.

With blood gushing out, Qiao Mu threw the body down, and with a loud thud, it crashed into the giant cauldron.

Phew….

After missing the mark eight times in a row, having used up all the Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps, Qiao Mu fell heavily onto the ground ruins, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The incense-filled giant cauldron next to him was now completely stuffed.

There were ashes of over a hundred Immortal Statues from before, as well as several Celestial corpses burning in the fire.

Look up again.

Elder Sun and another white-robed elder had already transformed into streaks of light and fled decisively when Elder Jiuyang’s body fell and Qiao Mu landed on the ground.

"Want to run? Desperate Strategy."

Qiao Mu took a deep breath, took a step forward, and tightly grasped the King Qin Sword in his hands, surging energy madly entering the sword.

This Desperate Strategy was a powerful technique obtained when Southwest Province Peach Blossom Villa was first built.

This technique involved throwing hidden weapons, channeling strength through both arms, and pouring all energy into a single throw.

Qiao Mu swiftly turned around, tightly gripped the King Qin Sword, and threw it forward, sending the iron block in the shape of a human flying through the air.

Amidst the intense rushing wind, the golden light on the white-robed elder’s robes shattered with a crisp sound and fell to the ground.

Only Elder Sun remained with a pale face, transforming into light and flying into the sky.

A group of weaklings, can’t even get me to the third stage… Qiao Mu looked up at the sky:

"Is having more people your strategy? Let your sect leader come, and I, Qiao Shuangxin, will take over."

A voice like thunder rolled, shaking the sky, while Elder Sun’s light had entered the sky and disappeared from sight.

There was no sound in the sky, the dispersing dark clouds gradually cleared, as if nothing had happened.

The Taoist temple in the mansion city was engulfed in flames, the whole mountain burning into ashes, leaving only Qiao Mu alone and a giant cauldron ablaze.

When Wang Songhe and Zhang Kui hurried over, that was the scene they saw.

Also returning from the city gates was Xue Changhe.

He stared in shock at the charred bodies of many cultivators inside the giant cauldron, standing there dumbfounded.

Qiao Pianxin was the strongest martial artist he had ever seen in his life, so how could there be another even more surprising artist like Qiao Shuangxin?

"The Qiao family member known for standing up for others…" Xue Changhe fell silent.

When the Qiao family first rose to power, some compared them to the Xue family, both known for their deep connections to martial arts. Now, Xue Changhe found it hard to believe.

"Senior Qiao Pianxin…" bandit Zhang Kui hesitated to speak.

"The deceased has passed. Carrying on their legacy may bring comfort to their spirit," Qiao Mu said solemnly.

"As a member of the Qiao family, I, Qiao Shuangxin, follow the bonds of bloodline," he explained.

Reaching into the large cauldron’s fire, he pulled out the remaining head of Elder Jiuyang, asking about the South King.

"Looking for a way to rescue Medicine Man and the South King? Ha," despite having only a head left, Elder Jiuyang still managed a sneer.

"Do you really think that such good fortune does exist?" he grinned.

"The Medicine Man’s progress was rapid because his cultivation was incomplete and he had innate deficiencies. Even a True Immortal could not save him."

"South King, you just need to wait quietly for the moment the medicine is ready, to be enjoyed by the sect leader’s senior brother—"

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Mu exerted force with his palm on the entire head, bursting with energy, causing the head and the Nascent Soul figure to disintegrate and disappear together.

Qiao Mu turned to look at Wang Songhe without saying a word.

As a Medicine Man, and also holding the important title of "South King," Wang Songhe, a Medicine Man who had cultivated to the Golden Core Stage, was not ordinary within the Xuantian Sect.

However, the cultivation method of the Medicine Man had no cure, and the Xuantian Sect certainly had unknown means of controlling demonic beings, restrictions, etc….

Wang Songhe’s expression was not particularly good, but his demeanor was still resolute.

"I have anticipated this," he said.

"Mr. Qiao Shuangxin, you must be familiar with Hai Wuya from Zhong Province, right?"

Qiao Mu silently nodded.

"If Hai Wuya can die, why can’t I, Wang Songhe, die?" Wang Songhe gazed into the distance and turned to look at his followers, including Zhang Kui.

Wang Songhe and Hai Wuya were both officials of the same dynasty, pillars of the Great Yan Imperial Court from a time when the spirit of literati still thrived in the court of Great Yan, before it had submitted.

"Today’s destruction of the temple is not the end, but only the beginning."

Wang Songhe gave the order:

"While I am still alive, raise an army to eradicate the Nan Province Taoist Temple…"

Zhang Kui and the others looked up in shock.

"Brother, isn’t it too early for this? Aren’t you afraid of angering the Xuantian Sect…"

Wang Songhe’s words startled Zhang Kui and the others. Even Zhang Kui, a staunch opponent of the Immortal Gate, shuddered at the thought of the consequences and struggled to speak.

The Xuantian Sect would surely be very angry, and if this matter spreads, the other areas in Jiu Province, such as the Eight Immortal Gates, how will they react, what will they do… Zhang Kui could not imagine.

"At this point, the Xuantian Sect should have been angry long ago, what needs to happen will happen, now it’s just a matter of time before we bow down and submit," Wang Songhe said calmly.

Faced with the imminent threat of death, Wang Songhe felt a sense of acceptance:

"If the leader of the Xuantian Sect wants medicine, then I shall give him a dose of strong medicine first."