The Supreme Being

A trace of true energy gathered and moved upward, impacting the blocked acupuncture points. Meng Qi, who was weak and sick, forcibly supported his spirit and remained calm. According to the acupuncture method, he condensed the energy into thorns and stabbed fiercely at the entangled mass. External and internal forces from one’s own acupoints.

Poof, an invisible voice rang in Meng Qi's heart. The mass of external and internal forces that had already loosened and dissipated a lot collapsed under one thrust, and the acupuncture points were unlocked!

Meng Qi worked hard, his true energy surged, and he quickly rushed into the acupoints, quickly opening all the remaining acupoints.

The movement of Qi is no longer obscure. Although his strength has been restored to less than 10% and he cannot even operate the golden bell on its own, Meng Qi has finally regained his freedom of movement and has a certain ability to take action.

Using gentle force with both hands, the rope collapsed silently. Meng Qi carefully removed the last obstacle and looked at An Guoxie.

He still sat cross-legged, eyes closed, adjusting his breath to heal his wounds, without any distractions. He changed his clothes, but the wound under his neck was still exposed, like a ferocious centipede, slowly squirming and recovering.

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

He knew that An Guoxie was seriously injured, but it took him a long time to recover, 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 similar to his condition after he sacrificed his life. A world of difference.

After weighing his current strength and the broken Jie Dao, Meng Qi thought to himself that even if he tried his best and hit the vital part with the Luohan punch, he probably wouldn't be able to kill An Guoxie. At most, he would be more injured and the serious injury would relapse. After all, the injury was serious. After stabilizing, his body-protecting Qi must have been functioning naturally.

Therefore, either wait a little longer and wait for your strength to return to 30 to 40%, or run away now.

Meng Qi himself dared to risk his life, but he was not a reckless and irrational young man. After thinking clearly, he decided to choose the latter. After all, it was not suitable to stay here for a long time.

It would have been nice if the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle was here at this time. Meng Qi looked at An Guoxie who "had such a good posture that he couldn't help it." He thought with regret, then slowly stood up and walked with the ever-changing footwork of the God's Walk , moved back quietly, and once the distance was opened, he used his Fengshen legs to run wildly without any scruples, no longer afraid of disturbing An Guoxie.

Suddenly, his eyes blurred and his body went numb. He was shocked to see An Guoxie appear next to him.

"I thought you would take the opportunity to sneak attack on me. When you assassinated me last time, weren't you so fearless of death and never looked back?" An Guoxie said with a half-smile.

Meng Qi was surprised and lost his voice: "Have you discovered it a long time ago?"

"Honestly, I don't have any scruples about how I torture you, but do you know why I just sealed your acupoints and didn't use other means?" An Guoxie smiled, looking quite ferocious under the cold moonlight, "Because I I like to see other people's hopes turning into despair in my hands, so I want to give you hope, give you hope of escape, and then destroy it with my own hands when you are full of hope. Your expression now makes me very satisfied, It’s not worth waiting so long for me to pretend to be healed.”

Psychological change! Meng Qi couldn't help but curse secretly. The person who cursed like this last time was Gu Xiaosang.

An Guoxie shook his head with a smile: "No, despair is not enough. Little bald donkey, you will be punished for running away without permission."

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

Severe pain rushed into his brain, and Meng Qi's muscles and skin, which had been modified by the golden bell and iron cloth shirt, all bulged to resist external forces. However, due to the huge gap in strength, they quickly deflated, and his dantian seemed to have been scraped with a steel knife, bit by bit. crack.

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

"If you tell me that skill now, there will be no such torture. I will leave you here and let you fend for yourself. How about it? Are you excited?"

Meng Qi was in severe pain in his dantian and was exhausted. However, Meng Qi was not as desperate as An Guoxie imagined. After all, he had come to the critical moment of life and death. At this time, he still maintained a rare calmness, knowing that even if he could hand over the magic of transformation, An Guoxie would not be as desperate as he thought. It was absolutely impossible to let him go, so he turned his head disdainfully and refused to answer An Guoxie's request.

An Guoxie chuckled, said no more, sealed Meng Qi's acupoint again, sat down and adjusted his breathing.

"If his Dantian is destroyed, his wariness towards me will be reduced to the extreme. There is still a chance to escape!" Meng Qi was not too obsessed with the fact that his martial arts was abolished. After An Guoxie was truly healed, he fell asleep and tried to regain his energy and strength. With physical strength, "ordinary people without martial arts" can still escape.

In the next few days, An Guoxie carried Meng Qi around the edge of the vast sea. For a master like him with all nine apertures, the monsters and monsters deep in the Gobi were also quite dangerous. Under normal circumstances, he might be able to break through. , currently seriously injured, it would be more appropriate to take a detour.

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. It was originally a bustling 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. Some people have to leave their homes and find other oases.

Therefore, at a glance, the green here is always covered with a layer of gray. Most of the buildings between the trees are old and dilapidated. Only the inn in the center and nearby houses are still neatly repaired, while in the shallow On the other side of the lake, there are abandoned temples and palaces.

Since many caravans will pass by here, the business in the inn is pretty good. Almost all the dozens of tables are occupied. Some are dressed as merchants and shackles, and some are like knights and knights.

At one of the tables, there were four young people who looked like heroes and heroines at first glance. They were high-spirited and smug, as if the whole world was waiting for them to conquer, which attracted special attention.

When he stepped into the inn, the first thing Meng Qi saw was them, not because they were dressed up to look conspicuous, but because one of them was a man with an ice crystal snowflake inlaid on the back of his hand, and the sword at his waist was seven inches shorter than the normal size. inch, narrow and weird.

All this only means one thing, he is a disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect who is qualified to travel down the mountain!

Only the Snow Mountain Sect uses long swords of this shape, and only they inlay ice crystal snowflakes on the backs of the hands of their disciples who travel down the mountain as a symbol of the sect.

As one of the six sword-wielding sects, and a major martial arts sect that competes with Kongang Temple and others for dominance in the Western Region, the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect who travel down the mountain have at least learned a few things.

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

An Guoxie had a strange appearance. He attracted many looks as soon as he entered the inn, and 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 Region. An Guoxie could not provoke them, so he would not provoke them. He dragged Meng Qi to the corner and ordered food to rest.

Meng Qi took a closer look at the table of Snow Mountain Sect disciples and found that besides 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 to her. A tall man in black attire with ordinary facial features was talking to a disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect with a smile on his face. The other man was dressed and looked like a frail scholar, but the bulging temples showed that he was not low in strength. Meng Qi I suspect they have all figured it out.

As for the disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect, he was dressed in white, had an ordinary appearance, a high nose, 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 did not rush to ask for help. After all, not every disciple of the big sect is like Jiang Zhiwei and himself, who can understand the true meaning and fight. The means of life are tyrannical. Even if the disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect has opened his four orifices, if the others have only preliminary awakenings, they may not be the injured An Guoxie's opponent if they join forces. The inheritance of the crying old man is also extraordinary, not much worse than the ordinary direct descendants of the big sect. An Guoxie is also a master of all nine orifices, and his realm is much higher.

He ate the food silently, and when An Guoxie wasn't paying attention, he secretly bit off his index finger and secretly wrote the word "Help" on the table leg on his side.

After dinner, when An Guoxie walked upstairs to the inn, Meng Qi seized the opportunity, looked sideways at the young knights, opened his mouth, made a "help" gesture, and sat down next to him. square table waving.

Three times in a row, he turned his head and followed An Guoxie upward.

He didn't ask the other party to understand his mouth shape, he just caught their attention and discovered the word "Help" written on the table leg. Then, after recognizing An Guoxie's identity, he invited enough helpers to come to the rescue.

After walking a few steps, An Guoxie suddenly stopped and said to Meng Qi with a smile: "Hey, I'm still used to living in a ruined temple."

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

Watching An Guoxie leave, the Snow Mountain Sect disciples and others frowned as expected, and went to check the square table where Meng Qi had been sitting.

"He is asking for advice from us." The weak scholar whispered, and wiped away the bloody words, "Brother Fu, do you want a helping hand?"

The disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect, known as Brother Fu, frowned and said: "That is the 'White-headed Vulture'. We are unable to catch it, and the identity of the monk is unknown. Could it be that the evil spirits are killing each other?"

He is not willing to put himself at risk.

Hearing that it was a white-headed vulture, the girl and the man in black clothes shook their heads and said to the frail scholar: "Master Gu, don't show off. Although being a chivalrous and righteous man is our goal, we can't do things that we know will lead to death. When we get to the next oasis, , how about we contact some seniors to come to the rescue?"

"I'm sorry, I won't be reckless, but I have to find out the identity of the monk before I can invite the seniors to take action." Mr. Gu pondered for a moment and said, "I will go find out tonight and try to gain something."

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

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In the ruined temple, as soon as Meng Qi sat down, An Guoxie came over and said with a smile: "Do you think they will come to save you?"

Was he discovered again? Meng Qi was slightly surprised, but immediately calmed down and remained silent.

"That's the expression." An Guoxie said happily, then squatted down, picked up Meng Qi's right hand, and looked at it carefully, "Isn't this the hand that was written in blood just now?"

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

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

Meng Qi gritted his teeth and sneered: "Please help yourself."

An Guoxie laughed loudly and used both hands to crush the bones of Meng Qi's right hand inch by inch.

The pain was so intense that Meng Qi almost fainted, and then it became even more tortured, as if he had endured the ten most severe tortures.

"Next time it's the left hand, then the left leg, the right leg, the descendants..." An Guoxie retracted his hand with satisfaction, carefully sealed Meng Qi's acupoint again, and then went to meditate and rest on his own.

Meng Qi was lying in front of the incense table, with no feeling in his right hand. Only waves of pain made him half-conscious.

There's still a chance, he tried to tell himself.

In the groggy state, Meng Qi's vision went dark, and then he heard a surprised female voice:

"Little monk, why did you look like this?"

"When you apply for treatment, the good deeds will be deducted from me, and I will use the elixirs on my body in exchange for the good deeds."

Meng Qi squeezed out a smile, the opportunity had come!