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

"Impermanence demands my life, my life is at an end."

The sound of dense footsteps was heard in the distance. The young jailer Fang Yuan was walking at the front, his expression was not very good, and his eyes were staring straight at Qiao Mu:

"Qiao Zhong, it's time to hit the road."

Chapter 123 Split the Earth and Become the King

Suddenly hearing the bad news that he was about to be executed, Qiao Mu's mood was very stable.

Qiao Mu pulled the tabby cat that was hugging his trouser legs off his body, grabbed the tabby cat's neck with one hand, and turned his head to face Hai Wuya in the next cell.

This prison was not a place where he, a prisoner, could practice martial arts in peace.

Qiao Mu knew that he wouldn't be able to stay in the prison for long, but he didn't expect that things would happen immediately after he learned martial arts with Hai Wuya.

After the matter was exposed, wouldn't anyone be able to see him, a condemned prisoner, practicing martial arts in the prison?

Qiao Mu thought for a moment and passed the tabby cat along the prison fence.

But as soon as the tabby cat landed on the ground and escaped from Qiao Mu's grasp, it quickly recovered its ability to move. It twisted around and jumped back into the shadow of Qiao Mu again just like before.

But this time it didn't drill.

It was a dark and humid day in the prison, with only a ray of light coming from the outside through the bowl-sized window.

At this time, Qiao Mu was not standing under the window, and there was no obvious shadow behind him.

"Go away, you stupid cat, don't touch me." Qiao Mu angrily pushed the fat cat to Hai Wuya through the fence.

As long as this impermanent demon cat doesn't get too close to him and absorbs too much death energy, it can freely display the demon's own special abilities, such as easily hiding in the shadows and hiding from the perception of many powerful people.

When you stay with him, you become a fat house cat who eats and sleeps all day long.

"Let's do it." He turned around and looked at the jailer Fangyuan and the others.

"No, Qiao Zhong, a person like you can't just die in a prison. He has to go to the execution ground." Fang Yuan said.

The latter put special stainless steel shackles on Qiao Mu to prevent him from breaking free.

"Qiao Zhong, we didn't punish you very much when you were in the sky prison, and you were very honest... When you get to the execution ground, don't do any tricks. Don't do it at the last moment. It will be disgraceful." said the young jailer Fangyuan. .

Qiao Mu had several layers of shackles hanging on his body. He walked with heavy steps and a clanking sound all over his body. He gradually walked away under the escort of the jailer.

Hai Wuya looked at Qiao Mu's back slightly absentmindedly. He had just taught him martial arts. He originally thought that Qiao Zhong was a person in a similar situation to him and would stay in the sky prison for a while, but he did not expect that the death penalty would come like this. Sudden?

At this time, a Tianlao cell leader trotted over and opened the cell door for Hai Wuya.

"It's time for me to hit the road too?" Hai Wuya also stood up, preparing to follow Qiao Mu.

"Master Hai is joking." The prison chief said in a friendly manner:

"The Holy Lord has a kind heart, and the decree just passed down has restored Lord Hai to his post."

...

In the north of the imperial capital, within the Taoist temple of the Dao Dao Sect.

As the largest Taoist temple in the imperial capital, the incense is far superior to that of ordinary Taoist temples. Pilgrims come and go in droves, and the incense burns day and night.

There is a side hall dedicated to "Qingyi Immortal" alone, but it is rarely visited. In such a large side hall, there is only a middle-aged man standing there, holding a stick of incense and bowing to the immortal.

This middle-aged man looks to be in his fifties, with thin lips, a well-proportioned and strong figure, and a pair of eyes as cold as water.

Only when I saw the immortal statue on the altar, my indifference faded slightly, and I felt an unconcealable yearning.

suddenly.

"Qin Shiqing." A voice sounded in the middle-aged man's mind.

He looked around, but found that there was still no one around, only the immortal statue on the altar, looking down at him as before.

"Meet Immortal Qingyi." A middle-aged man named Qin Shiqing knelt down respectfully.

"You have done a good job. Your heart towards the Tao is indeed very firm and you have passed the test..." This ethereal voice echoed in the side hall, and the door closed with a bang.

"It's just that you have no spiritual roots and no qualifications for immortality..."

Qin Shiqing's face just showed joy, but he quickly froze.

He is a well-known god-refining warrior in the world, but god-refining is not what he wants. What he yearns for is the road to immortality.

Over the years, he has sacrificed a lot, and now he has finally gained a relationship with the Dao Sect. He has finally worked for the Dao Sect and passed the test of being an immortal. But in the end, he cannot cultivate as an immortal because he has no spiritual roots?

"Although you can't cultivate to immortality, have you ever heard of the rumors about using martial arts to become a Taoist?" This ethereal voice seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and continued.

"Enter Taoism through martial arts?"

"That's right. If you can accomplish this, your achievement will not be comparable to becoming an outer disciple of our Dao Sect." Immortal Qingyi said:

"The martial saint died tragically, and all the martial arts in the world are leaderless. If you can succeed, you will naturally have an extraordinary and great achievement. You can be the one who carries the cauldron for the world's martial arts. You are expected to break the earth and become a king. On behalf of our Immortal Sect Dao Sect, you can ask for a king's position."

After deliberation, Daodao Sect has made a decision.

Temporarily retreating behind the scenes, the Immortal Sect can only harvest incense with peace of mind and no longer act in a public manner.

The secular world has become secular. Since Emperor Yonghe pulled out the Human King Sword, the Immortal Sect naturally has a way to deal with it.

If the so-called invincible warrior is created, he will naturally become the bearer of the new era in the era when the martial saint is dead.

With the Human King Sword in hand, the immortal cultivators who were concerned about immortality were unwilling to forcefully suppress Emperor Yonghe head-on, so they could only take a slightly more tactful approach.

It is false to create an invincible warrior who can be crowned as a king.

It is true to take the opportunity to dismember the Great Yan Dynasty and gradually establish an earthly fairyland belonging to the Great Dao Sect.

When the Great Yan Dynasty is gradually dismembered, the national fortune will naturally be lost, and the Human King Sword will also lose its luster.

As for whether Qin Shiqing is willing to do his best and whether he is qualified to be the agent of the Great Dao Sect, it depends on whether he can survive....

In a small room in the dark.

Daozhen, a disciple of Elder Qingyi, was flipping through the book in his hand boredly.

"Qin Shiqing, who killed his wife to prove his Taoism, is also a mortal with a firm heart." Daozhen looked at the life of Qin Shiqing recorded in the book and curled his lips.

Twenty years ago, Qin Shiqing was once the lord of a city in Zhongzhou. Later, he met a cultivator from the Xuantian Sect. In order to prove his firm heart to the immortal of the Xuantian Sect, he resolutely killed his wife to prove his Taoism.

Of course, the cultivator of the Xuantian Sect did not accept him.

He was not discouraged. He bravely advanced during these twenty years and finally successfully embarked on the path of soul refining. With a firm mind and will, he was promoted to the warden of the imperial prison and was one of the masters of soul refining in the imperial prison.

"Speaking of the prison, it is almost time for Qiao Zhong to be executed." Daozhen thought of this and felt a little bit of anticipation.

"Mortals are like mayflies in the world, and their lives are fragile and short."

"Even if they are as weak as mayflies and as dim as rice grains, when facing life and death, mortals can have a brief moment of brilliance."

Whether it is out of his own interest or as a disciple of Elder Qingyi, he has to go to the execution ground.

Chapter 124 Execution at Caishikou

The sun rises and the sunlight shines down through the clouds.

Under the sunlight, the imperial capital's Caishikou is very lively. It is the time for the market.

Today, people come and go on the streets of Caishikou. There are peddlers carrying sesame cakes and selling them along the street, and the shouting is endless.

At the door of the shops on both sides of the street, some bosses came out with a table and placed it at their door. They also brought a wine pot and a wine bowl and placed three bowls of white wine.

"Shopkeeper, are you worshipping at your doorstep today? Not going to the north of the city?" A passerby who was a familiar customer saw this scene and asked.

"To worship the gods, you have to go to the Taoist temple in the north of the city. What gods are you worshipping today?" The shopkeeper said mysteriously while busying himself:

"Don't you know? The government has posted notices these days. Today is the time for red missions. I'm putting out soul-sending wine."

"Otherwise, guess why the vegetable market is so lively today, and there are some martial artists who look strong and healthy?"

"Red missions?" The pedestrian's eyes lit up when he heard it:

"Who is going to be executed? What crime did they commit? How many people?"

The pedestrian looked around and saw that there were indeed many burly people in the vegetable market today.

At the door of the shops on both sides, more than one store has set up a table or a long table, poured a few bowls of wine for the soul, or fried some side dishes, and the aroma of wine and meat filled the air.

This is not the most exquisite. Some people even posted red couplets and hung bright red silk at the door of the shop, which is full of joy.

If you don’t know, you might think that today is a big festival, or a good time to hold a wedding.

"There are quite a lot of people setting up wine for the soul. What dignitary is going to lose his head today? With such a big battle, how many people will die?" This familiar customer observed and was a little amazed.

"In all these years in the imperial capital, the most spectacular one I have seen is that a group of rebels were escorted to the imperial capital. Hundreds of them died, and the executioner's ghost-head knife was almost blunt. That time doesn't seem to be as big as today, right?"

Executions at Caishikou have been done in ancient and modern times.

Especially the execution ground at Caishikou in the imperial capital, which has been passed down from the previous dynasty to the present day. It has been famous for a long time because countless heads have been chopped off in the past hundreds and thousands of years.

The remnants of the previous dynasty, the dignitaries of the current dynasty, the extremely vicious criminals... the number of the dead is countless.

The more vicious and prominent the dead are, the more people will watch, and the more lively Caishikou will be.

This execution ground at Caishikou has become one of the famous sights in the imperial capital!

If you come to the imperial capital and don’t go to Caishikou to see a beheading, it’s like going to Sichuan and not eating spicy food. It’s not tasty.

“This time, only one person died, and his name seems to be Qiao Zhong?” said the shopkeeper.

“Only one?” The familiar customer immediately lost interest after hearing this:

“That’s meaningless.”

“Killing people is not the right thing to do. Once you chop someone off, they’re gone. The scene will end soon. What’s the point of watching?”

They are people in the imperial capital, and their vision and knowledge are naturally not comparable to those of the country people.

Country people, when they see a dead person, will gather around and watch.

The people of the imperial capital have seen countless beheadings at Caishikou, including many of the dignitaries of prominent status. Now, just one person is being executed, which doesn't arouse their interest at all.

One person's head is cut off, and there won't be a river of blood, so what's the point?

"Oh, you don't understand this." The shopkeeper laughed:

"Just one person is being executed, and there is such a big scene, so it must be that this person is of extraordinary status, or he has committed extraordinary things!"

"And this Qiao Zhong, he has committed many things, not only assassinating the current emperor, but also blaspheming the statues in the Taoist temple..."

"Ah, what's wrong with this guy's brain, isn't he afraid of angering the gods in the sky? The immortals in the Taoist temple are all here."

"It's not retribution, he has been caught on the spot by the emperor and locked up in the sky prison for some time. I think he has been tortured."

On a bench at the door of the teahouse next to it.

Daozhen, who had changed into regular clothes, raised his head slightly and glanced at the two people chatting next door, many thoughts flashed through his mind.

"How could these people be so stupid? The knife didn't fall on their heads."

"Qiao Zhong and Wu Jihui's gang died trying to assassinate the emperor and resist our immortal sect."

This Qiao Zhong's death sentence is extraordinary.

During the assassination of Emperor Yonghe, the martial sage who was famous all over the world was said to have been killed on the spot by a thunderbolt, and was reduced to ashes.

As the only death row inmate who did not die on the spot, Qiao Zhong was naturally favored by many warriors.

The martial arts saint has a fierce reputation all over the world, and the martial arts arsenal of the former Wu Jihui has collected martial arts from all over the world. Countless warriors in the imperial capital want to find this Qiao Zhong and ask him about the situation that day.

"Since the death of the Martial Saint, even the Wu Jihui has gone silent. There is very little news about the Wuji Hui."

Daozhen looked around. Not counting him, a disciple of the Dao Sect, there were many warriors gathered at Caishikou at this time, including many with high strength.

"I heard that some martial artists are determined to find the arsenal of the Martial Saint with the help of Qiao Zhong? Oh, these people are also stupid. Even the Martial Saint is dead, what is the value of the arsenal he left behind? No matter how hard you practice martial arts, Strong, can it be stronger than the Martial Saint? Even mortals who are immortal cultivators can be killed by a thunderbolt..."

Daozhen sat quietly, raising a glass and drinking tea, which was quite comfortable.

The martial saint is a fierce sun, but now this sun is easily swallowed up by the night. From now on, the martial artist's sky is the long night, and the immortal is high above the clouds in the night sky, looking down on the mortal world.

And at this time.

Clang clang clang!

The loud sound of gongs suddenly sounded, covering up the noise of people in this vegetable market.

The people who were halfway through bargaining at the vegetable market stopped talking and just looked sideways to follow the sound.