Chapter 205: Killing Wu GenshengThe bright and quiet starry sky is traversed by countless stone steps, filling the entire vast space. A panicked figure fell like a meteorite not far away, its body uncontrollably breaking one stone step after another, until it finally stopped after losing its kinetic energy a hundred meters away. "?" "!!!" The five disciples and two guardians who had been waiting for a long time noticed the other party's arrival with sharp eyes. The answer was self-evident. It was the target of the hunt - Wu Gensheng. With a "pop" sound, before they could make the next move, a tall figure suddenly appeared in the starry sky. Jiang Mo walked over and stepped into heaven from the real world. His frosty hair fluttered slowly, and he looked like an immortal. Incomparable true energy flowed throughout his body, shining brightly in the starry sky. Just standing there, he was like those gods that had existed in historical myths. Wu Gensheng was breathing heavily, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, cold sweat constantly oozing out from his forehead. Is that old ghost Jiang across the street still a human being? How did he know he was here? Not only was he not injured, but he became even stronger than before. Where did Luo Wuyuan's ancestor go? Wu Gensheng was in a state of panic. The biting breath of death swept over him like a tsunami.
Cheng Zhen instantly performed his profound skills and entered his peak state. He led four disciples who were at the second level of Ni Sheng to besiege him. Two mysterious strong men followed one after another. Such a luxurious lineup alone is enough to put Wu Gensheng in a desperate situation, not to mention the support of Jiang Mo. Vs. 1 8 Even though he possessed the spirit of a god and used the eight unique fighting skills, Wu Gensheng could not find any way to break the impasse. He could even clearly foresee his own defeat. "call out!" At the moment he lost consciousness, Jiang Mo had already taken action. The power of the Tianheng Gu burst out, and an invisible vortex that pulled in everything suddenly appeared behind Wu Gensheng. "boom!" The stone steps within a radius of ten feet from him could not withstand the ravages of gravity and turned into powder; Wu Gensheng was terrified. His hands and feet broke backwards, he lost control of his body, and the ribs in his chest made continuous cracking sounds. This feeling couldn't be more familiar! It's the ability of the insect! "what!" Flesh and blood were flying, tendons and bones were twisted, and Wu Gensheng felt that his soul was about to be dragged out of his body. He frantically activated his hands to repair the torn wounds and the bones continued to reassemble in order to delay time. He must ask something before he dies! "You beat it?" As soon as the words fell, Jiang Mo ignored them, and the red-gold vertical lines between his eyebrows slowly revived. He deliberately reduced the power significantly, fearing that if he wasn't careful, he would smash Wu Gensheng's brain into a pool of rotten meat. "!!!" Wu Gensheng's hair suddenly stood on end, and his heart was beating wildly. This dangerous feeling seemed familiar, and the nightmare in his heart was awakened again; "what!!!"
The next moment, the pain that penetrated deep into the soul, ignoring the distance in space and the obstacles of the body, violently poured into Wu Gensheng's brain. He wailed so miserably that his throat almost split, and black blood flowed from his facial features which were as hideous as a ghost. He was severely injured and nearly died after just one encounter. Jiang Mo released the gravitational vortex of Tianheng Gu, and Wu Gensheng was able to break free. His bloody limbs collapsed silently on the ground, his eyes were unfocused, and the life that was full not long ago was now like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time. The scenes appeared one after another, and his adoptive father, wife and daughter were waiting for him not far away. Wu Gensheng held on to his last bit of obsession and suppressed all the images. The blurred vision in front of him slowly became clear again. He raised his head with difficulty and stared at Jiang Mo. His face, which was covered with dust and dirt, was full of reluctance. He asked tremblingly: "You won?" Although he was unwilling to believe such a result, the fact was before his eyes: Jiang Mo was suspected of having taken away Luo Wuyuan's poisonous insect. Just now, he used all his strength to activate the divine spirit, and even used the unfamiliar source of Qi, but he was unable to affect the force field that covered his whole body in the slightest. Apart from the poisonous insects left by his ancestors, he could not think of any other means or special magic tools in the world that could achieve this level. This was a losing battle from the start. Seeing that Jiang Mo was indifferent, Wu Gensheng slowly crawled over, stretched out his bloody and broken right hand, and prayed sadly: "Isn't that enough? You killed me twice, and I'm asking you this." Jiang Mo knew what he wanted. He looked down at Wu Gensheng without any mercy and said, "Yousha, do it." "it is good." "." Wu Gensheng was like a fish on a chopping board waiting to be slaughtered. His consciousness was on the verge of collapse. In his last moments, he was filled with resentment and could not close his eyes until his death. Yousha closed her eyes, her right hand surrounded by wisps of snow-white glow. She lightly touched Wu Gensheng's brow, activating her ability, plundering all the memories stored in the seahorse's body and refining them into a ball of light. Wu Gensheng, whose memory was taken away, completely lost consciousness and died on the spot. His stiff body quickly turned cold and there were no more signs of life. "Give." Yousha handed the ball of light carrying Wu Gensheng's memories to the doorman. "it is good." Jiang Mo grabbed it and refined it in an instant. Vast fragments of memory emerged, and everything about Wu Gensheng appeared in Jiang Mo's eyes. He saw what happened in Chuangshan, as well as his brother's relief before his death and his confusion after reaching the third level of Nisheng, and his heart couldn't help but feel a slight ripple. The old man sat in the courtyard, looking very old. The disciples around him were furious. The entire Sanyi Sect's Taoist Palace was in chaos. From the perspective of an experienced person, Jiang Mo felt as if he was there in person. He watched in silence and could only sigh in the end. Fate plays tricks on people. If the demon and the evil boy hadn't come to the mountain; if he had left the ice field earlier and returned to the sect with the true method, his brother would definitely not have passed away. Now that things have come to this, how can we reverse it? "Uncle Master." "Does the demon's body need to be destroyed? Or should it be buried on the spot?" After witnessing the whole process of Jiang Mo killing the demon, all the disciples present breathed a sigh of relief. Cheng Zhen was worried that the demon might have a backup plan, so he asked.
"I'll give him a ride." A white flame fell from Jiang Mo's fingers, engulfing Wu Gensheng's body, and his flesh and blood withered into dust in an instant. In less than a breath, the corpse turned into gray dust and scattered across the cold starry sky, wiped out. "Return trip." night. Ever since the news of the demon's death was brought back during the day, all the disciples and elders in the sect were excited. However, the satisfying feeling of revenge came quickly and went away even faster, accompanied by waves of bitterness. Wu Gensheng is dead. However, Trinity Sect did not know how much time it would take to restore the lively atmosphere of the past. Looking around, there were few disciples in the empty building and only a few lights. On the fourth floor of the Sutra Library, Jiang Mo sat on a cushion, holding a wolf-brush in hand, and slowly wrote down the secrets of practicing his Heavenly Devil Spell and the Eight Wonderful Skills. Lu Jin was grinding ink for his uncle, while Cheng Zhen was in charge of organizing these new scriptures. Zhuge Yu, who had prepared the tea, came over curiously and asked, "Uncle Master, can I take a look at these eight unique skills?" "Look." Jiang Moshu wrote fluently, doing two things at once, and never forgot to remind: "The Divine Machine Hundred Refinements and Fenghou Qimen are just the right skills for you." "If you spend too much energy, you won't have time to improve your Ni Sheng practice. Just try it out briefly." The Eight Great Skills all have extraordinary power in their respective fields, and even for Jiang Mo, they have unexpected effects. However, there are more or less hidden dangers, and the more you practice them, the easier it is to go astray. "Thank you, uncle!" Zhuge Yu was overjoyed, and immediately asked his senior brother to read the two unique skills he had written. "Here." Cheng Zhen handed it over casually. He smiled gently and was also looking forward to this junior brother Zhuge making faster progress. "Thank you for your help, Senior Brother." Zhuge Yu began to flip through the book with complete concentration. The more he read, the more amazed he was. It almost overturned his understanding of the book. It was even more powerful than the family tradition of Wu Hou. "Uncle Master, were these extraordinary skills created by those eight people, or were they originally inside the jade disk?" Jiang Mo's ink pen kept moving without stopping for a moment, and the vigorous and powerful handwriting soon filled up the page. In response to his nephew's question, he answered without hesitation: "These are all ancient skills. I can't tell whether the Ziyang Mountain people in the Northern Song Dynasty, which was almost a thousand years ago, collected them and melted them into the jade wall for future generations to comprehend, or whether the jade wall embodied the obsession of the extraordinary people to practice and derived them." "But the qualifications of those eight people are far from the level of establishing a school of thought. They just took advantage of the situation to obtain it, and then fulfilled the agreement with Wu Gensheng, which led to these eight unique skills falling into my hands." "Throughout the ages, how many unique skills have been lost? A thousand years is too long, even a dynasty would fall, let alone a sect or a school?"
The few of them chatted and time passed quickly. The practice methods of the Eight Great Skills were completely written by Jiang Mo in the scriptures. "Jin'er, are you interested? Feel free to choose a subject within your ability." Faced with the generosity of his uncle, Lu Jin was at a loss and quickly waved his hand to refuse: "Uncle Master, this is too much. I take you as my role model for cultivation. I only want to specialize in Reverse Life and True Law. I don't need the assistance of the Eight Wonderful Techniques." Ever since witnessing Jiang Mo's celestial appearance, Lu Jin has been particularly determined in his sect's skills. He always believes that if he can reach the third level in the future, he will be far more powerful than practicing these unique skills. "Oh?" Jiang Mo couldn't help but tease: "Are you thin-skinned?" "Forget it. From now on, they will be suspended on the fourth floor. I will seal them myself. If you want to practice, just come and ask me." Jiang Mo did not force it, he respected his disciples' wishes. "Well, everything is up to you." Lu Jin nodded slightly. He was not being coy, but he really wasn't very interested in the Eight Great Skills. At this moment, Cheng Zhen smiled knowingly, leaned close to Jiang Mo's ear, and whispered about the interesting things that happened at Lu Jin's birthday party, as well as the experiences of his junior brother and his friends over the past year. After learning the whole story, Jiang Mo immediately smiled. When Lu Jin saw that his uncle and brothers were laughing, he felt as if his secrets had been exposed. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, Jiang Mo handed him a scripture. "Take it." "Practice well, and next time you spar with that kid from Longhu Mountain, you can catch him off guard and slap him back." "what?" Lu Jin was stunned, his cheeks slightly red. It was not difficult to hear the hidden meaning in his uncle's words. He glanced at it subconsciously and saw four words written in a graceful manner on the scripture - The Origin of Qi Body. (End of this chapter)