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

Chapter 445

The next day, dawn.

The morning light penetrates the faint mist, and the Green Lotus Fairy City under the sun is still grand and majestic, with an indescribable fairy atmosphere.

When, when, when ------

The melodious bells resounded through the clouds,

"Come on, come on, follow me."

Flying Fish Guard Chen Feng walked in the front of the crowd, leading Qiao Mu and others, who had changed into handymen's clothes, to walk on the streets of the fairy city, and finally entered a Taoist temple-like temple.

It is said to be a Taoist temple, but after entering the courtyard wall, it is divided into large and empty rooms. The only thing in the room is a row of statues of gods in front of it and countless futons arranged in rows.

In the open space in the room in front of the statue, hundreds of believers walked over, found a futon, sat down, and prayed with their eyes closed.

Murmured prayers echoed around, and a faint spiritual light echoed around the courtyard wall, which looked quite spectacular.

If you look carefully, you can see that some of the believers inside are ragged and even stained with yellow and black stains, but they don't notice it and just sit quietly on the futons.

"They must be believers with extremely devout beliefs." The ascetic old man and others were surprised when they first saw it, but after looking at it for a long time, they found it boring.

"Brother Chen, how long do they have to pray?" someone among the ascetics couldn't help but urge.

"Whenever. Just start praying when you wake up, that's all." Feiyu Guard Chen Feng said calmly:

"Look at these believers, are they mostly young people in their twenties and thirties?"

The old man and others took a closer look and realized that it was indeed the case.

These ascetics range in age, some are even in their sixties, and their hair is already gray.

But the believers praying in the large quiet room in front of them were obviously much younger, with almost no middle-aged people over forty years old.

"Because this is the person who was born in Fairy City in the last forty years."

"The last forty years?" Wu Qizheng was particularly perceptive:

"Has this fairy city already existed since the end of the Alien War?"

"Not bad." Chen Feng turned to look at Wu Qizheng and said calmly:

"The behavior of Blood Lotus Sect monks is very different from other immortal sects. It is much simpler and more direct."

"The two generations born in the past few decades have spent their whole lives in this fairy city. They only burn incense and pray all day long. They have no idea whether the outside dynasty is the Great Zhou or the Great Yan. They are still sitting in the well. From birth to death, they have been in the Blood Lotus Sect. Within the palm of your hand.”

Wu Qizheng was slightly silent.

At this time, Feiyu Guard Chen Feng led them into an empty quiet room next door.

This quiet room was exactly the same as before. It was almost empty except for the statues and futons, and the display was quite simple.

There were just some leftovers on the ground, which didn't look very tidy. The smell of sweat and food mixed in the quiet room made it feel sour for a while.

"Isn't it just chores that handymen do?" Flying Fish Guard Chen Feng directed the ascetic old man and others to take action:

"Since you want to live in this fairy city for a long time, you must follow the rules here."

"As long as your mind is pious, you can become a believer like them in the future, and you will be provided with food, clothing, and housing. You don't have to do it. The believers in this fairy city are not allowed to go out, and they have to pray every day..."

The old man and others were stunned and slightly disillusioned.

To be honest, doing some menial work is simply not worth mentioning compared to the sufferings endured by ascetics like them who walked almost half of the Western State.

But this is the Blood Lotus Fairy Kingdom that they long for in their hearts... not the mortal world where suffering is everywhere.

Ascetics go through hardships and dangers along the way, isn't it because they will one day enter the fairy city and enjoy a life of peace and happiness that is not found in the human world?

"The Immortals are so powerful that they can call upon the wind and rain, and sow beans into soldiers. They do have many Taoist soldiers under their command... Why do you still have to wait for me to do all these chores in this Immortal City?" the old man couldn't help but ask. road.

This time it was not Chen Feng who answered, but Qiao Mu.

After personally visiting Qingming Medicine Valley in Nanzhou, he already knew the answer.

Qiao Mu said coldly: "Do you take yourself too seriously? Are mere mortals worthy of the immortals in the clouds spending their mana to cast spells and control Tao soldiers? Is it convenient for you?"

In the Qingming Medicine Valley in Nanzhou, there are actually a large number of Taoist soldiers available.

However, the manpower of believers is worthless, and Taoist soldiers also require immortal cultivators to waste mana and energy to distract themselves. Who is willing to do such a thing?

Even those who are cultivating immortals in the Qi-refining stage are still aloof "immortals" in the eyes of mortals.

A monk's life span is long and endless. Who is willing to work hard for a mortal who provides incense?

"What, you don't want to?" Flying Fish Guard Chen Feng seemed to be happy to break the illusions in the hearts of these ascetics.

"Don't worry, most of the believers in these quiet rooms are civilians born in the local area."

"Ascetics like you arrived at the Blood Lotus Immortal Kingdom after going through hardships and dangers."

"Most of you are extremely devout. One of you can be worth dozens of believers, so naturally you won't fall to this level."

About half an hour later, Chen Feng led the group of handymen to finish cleaning the quiet room, and then led everyone to continue walking towards the back mountain.

"This time, let's water the flowers."

Chen Feng led everyone to a spiritual pond in the mountains. The water in the pond was rippling with blue waves. There was a complex array on the lakeside that shone with light, and there was even a faint spiritual light covering the water. It was obviously not ordinary water.

A light breeze rose, ruffling the water in the pool, and the white flags and flags on the bank, like a forest, also rustled with the wind.

In a spacious room next to the spiritual pond, hundreds of thin-necked vases are neatly placed.

"Be careful if it breaks. It could be fatal." Chen Feng warned.

Watering the flowers is much simpler, just take the spiritual water from the spiritual pond and pour it into it.

This job is not difficult, simple and boring, but what makes everyone suspicious is that there is no sunlight in this house. I wonder what kind of flowers are they growing?

The old man felt suspicious, so he approached the neck of the vase and looked inside carefully.

Leng Buding saw a pale, skinny face inside, with his eyes closed tightly, his short beard soaked by the water, and his head floating in the water.

"Ah?!" The old man staggered in fright and almost kicked over the vase.

Chen Feng, the Flying Fish Guard, had already expected it. He came over early and gently picked it up. He supported the overturned thin-necked vase and said with a half-smile:

"I told you not to break it. If you break it, it will be fatal."

"What is this?" The old man was frightened and frightened, and his heart was beating wildly. But after he calmed down a little, he couldn't help but look inside.

"Sure enough, that's Old Chen?" the old man couldn't help shouting.

The expressions of all the ascetics suddenly changed.

The old Chen in the old man's mouth was actually a member of their team of ascetics. When he first entered the fairy city, he was the one who made a noise at the entrance of the alley, and was finally kidnapped by the paper humane soldiers.

But I don't want to say goodbye yesterday, but meet here today.

"It turns out we are meeting old friends." Flying Fish Guard Chen Feng said coldly:

"But don't worry, he's not dead yet."

"It's just that in a dream, I entered the Blood Lotus Fairyland, was freed from the misery of the world, and enjoyed eternal peace and happiness."

"this----"

The old man and others were shocked and confused. Looking at the long-necked vases all over the room, they felt an inexplicable fear.

He suddenly opened the door and ran, until he ran to the edge of the spiritual pond, holding on to the white flags and panting.

But at this moment, the white flag was slightly distorted, revealing dozens or hundreds of distorted faces with teeth and claws.

"What the hell is this?" The old man was so frightened that he fell to the ground. His legs seemed to be filled with lead and he could no longer walk.

"That's different. The people inside this thing are really dead." Feiyu Wei Chen Feng followed up and said calmly as before.

"This is the Thousand Souls Flag." He raised his head and looked at the edge of the spiritual pool, where flags and flags were moving in the wind like a forest.

"There are a thousand souls of devout believers inside, and they cannot be liberated."

"This is a treatment that only the most devout and steadfast believers can enjoy." Chen Feng continued expressionlessly:

"These most pious people will regard suffering as a test for the immortals, so they are very happy with suffering."

"Even if they lost their physical body and were refined into the soul inside the Thousand Soul Banner, they still regard this as a test and will not change their obsession."

Speaking of this, Chen Feng ignored the gloomy expressions of these ascetics and instead looked up into the distance.

"There are nine such fairy cities in total in the Blood Lotus Fairy Kingdom."

"In the more than 40 years since the incense talisman appeared, the Blood Lotus Sect has long figured out how to extract the power of incense from its believers as much as possible."

“Sometimes it’s about rescuing someone in need.”

“Sometimes disaster strikes from heaven.”

"Sometimes it's a combination of both. They set up nine different fairy cities to find the most efficient method."

"Nine Lotus Immortal City is just nine mortal mines." He sighed quietly.

At this time, the old man and other ascetics had lost their minds and fell to the ground helplessly.

The fairyland they have believed in and pursued all their lives has become a dream, and they are naturally on the verge of collapse.

"Accept the reality." Wu Qizheng said calmly:

"There have never been immortals, gods, or saints in this world."

"Those who live in this world are naturally human beings!"

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"Where did so many human beings come from the fairyland?"

Flying Fish Guard Chen Feng turned his head, looked at Qiao Mu and Wu Qizheng behind him, and said:

"This is the message I am trying to spread to the outside world. It's just a pity that when I walked to the fairy city in the hinterland, I got stuck in it and couldn't get out."

Qiao Mu was about to reply, but suddenly his mind moved and he looked into the distance.

I saw a man standing on the top of the back mountain of this fairy city, facing the wind, holding several long-necked vases in both hands, looking down with a cold expression, and dropped the vases.

It was Lao Hu, the bearded swordsman he saw when he entered the city.

A surging suction force emerged, and the vase twisted under the force. With a clicking sound, the vase broke into pieces. The faint spiritual liquid, blood and brain matter inside flowed to the ground, leaving only a shriveled and skinny head.

"How dare a common man?!"

Several rays of rainbow light broke out from the sky, transforming into several Blood Lotus Sect monks, fighting with the swordsman Lao Hu on the top of the back mountain.

The Martial Saint who looked like Old Hu had obviously caused quite a stir and had attracted the cultivators guarding the Immortal City.

"Martial Saint? Why do you look like this? What tricks are you doing..."

Qiao Mu's legs were slightly bent, and he soared into the sky like an arrow. With eight steps of a dragon under his feet, he quickly flew away with sharp whistles.

According to Feiyu Guard Chen Feng, there is more than one human-demon...it's best to capture one alive and find out what's going on.

Wu Qi was about to follow him when Chen Feng, the Feiyu guard beside him, suddenly walked up.

"Wait a minute, I have something else to say." Chen Feng said.

"You? What else can you say at this time?" Wu Qizheng frowned.

"Just now, I led you to see several ways in which immortal cultivators can manipulate mortal believers in the Green Lotus Immortal City." Chen Feng continued:

"These mortals cannot escape the control of strangers from birth to death."

"I wonder which of the believers here, Mr. Wu Qizheng, think are the most pathetic?"

"Are they the believers who were born and raised in the fairy city and spend their whole lives sitting in the well only burning incense and praying?"

"Or are you a devout believer who knows how big the outside world is, but indulges in a dream of a peaceful world?"

"Or maybe they are devout believers who have been brainwashed by alien teachings and regard suffering as a test?"

Wu Qizheng frowned and said:

"I heard that Dayan's Flying Fish Guards are the emperor's eyes and ears and eagle dogs."

"They are there to solve riddles for the emperor, not for people to guess."

At this juncture, Chen Feng suddenly asked him to guess something, and there must be something fishy about it.

Chen Feng smiled slightly and continued:

"In my personal opinion, the saddest thing is the third category, the believers in the Thousand Soul Banner."

"They are the most devout and steadfast believers. They regard suffering as tempering and their minds are as firm as iron."

"However, even if the mind is firm and seems to have free will, it is actually brainwashed by the alien's teachings, and it is actually still being overturned in the palm of the alien's hand."

"Wu Qizheng, what about you?"

Chen Feng's expression gradually became solemn. He looked directly into Wu Qizheng's eyes and said slowly:

"Wu Qizheng, you are born to be a saint."

"The innate sense of justice and compassion are just products of being shaped."

"Sage Wu named you 'Qi Zheng'. The name is both an expectation and a hint."

"So you clearly hate the Martial Saint in your heart, but you are still willing to die on behalf of the Martial Saint in the Xuantian Sect Taoist Temple in Nanzhou."

"Because you knew very well at that time that the Martial Saint was the greatest hope for martial arts in the world."

"If the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect is like the cold winter that hangs over Jiuzhou, then the Martial Saint is like the scorching sun."

"Although it is scorching, it is the only light."

"With the overall situation in mind, you can abandon your personal life and become the scapegoat of the Martial Saint."

"It's just that you clearly lived towards death and escaped from the palm of the Martial Saint. Why did you go back to the original path today?"

Wu Qizheng narrowed his eyes:

"You know, quite a bit."

At this point, he naturally understood that Chen Feng's identity was probably not as simple as the Great Flame Flying Fish Guard.

He turned his head, glanced at the trees running away in the distance, and shook his head.

It seems that his being alone this time is not a coincidence.

"You said it was a joke to go back to the old ways."

Wu Qizheng shook his head and said:

"I have long been out of the control of the Martial Saint. I have already become a fish in the sea and a bird in the sky."

"In the past few years, I have been traveling across the Nine Provinces. I have long been freed from the shackles of the Martial Saint. All my actions come from my heart."

"That's why I'm here now."

As Wu Qi was saying this, he suddenly felt a breeze blowing.

The light breeze passing through the forest blew the Thousand Soul Flags beside the spiritual pond, and faces appeared on the flags, and a gentle whimpering sound was heard in the wind.

The devout believers inside the Thousand Soul Banner are just as Chen Feng said just now.

He seems to have a pious mind and a heart as strong as iron, but he has been brainwashed by the teachings for a long time. He has been dancing in the hands of strangers all his life and cannot escape the control of strangers.

And what Chen Feng means is...

"I'm different." Wu Qizheng said calmly:

"You said I was created to be a 'born saint'."

"So before, I would die for the Martial Saint; but now, I will send the Martial Saint to die."

"And the fact that he led the Qiao family to Xizhou today to seek to kill Wu Shengren was also expected by Wu Shengren?"

Wu Qi was frowning.

He has been acting with the goal of killing Wu Shengren for several years. This was not an impulsive move.

When he was in Southwest State, he had seen the gluttonous disaster caused by Wu Qiankun who had lost his mind.

When he was at Taoyuan Villa in Nanzhou, he met Wu Mingkong, the second-ranked martial arts seed among the seventy-two sages, so he guessed that Wu Mingkong had the heart to care for himself...

So he came here.

So, what if this was arranged deliberately by Saint Wu?

His temperament was artificially shaped, and it seemed that he had escaped the control of Wu Shengren in order to survive in death, but because of such a natural saint's heart, he returned to the original path planned by Wu Shengren?

Wu Qi was looking at the ascetics who were sitting on the ground beside the spirit pool, losing their minds. Then he looked at the white soul flags, and he felt horrified.

It seems that his heart is as strong as iron, but in fact, even his character and personality have been artificially shaped, and he has been dancing in the hands of Wu Shengren all his life...

"Think about it carefully." Chen Feng said calmly:

"Wu Qizheng, your name is your path."

"Foreign people are like the cold winter that covers Kyushu, and martial saints are like the scorching sun."

"So, are you going to follow your 'personal temperament', choose the established path, and seek to kill the Martial Saint?"

"Or should you break free from the shackles set by the Martial Saint for you and seek more possibilities?"

Wu Qi was listening quietly to Chen Feng's words.

He was also very concerned about who Chen Feng was...but it was no longer important now.

At first he was confused for a moment, with obvious hesitation and hesitation on his face.

But then all these expressions faded away, and he returned to his usual calmness and determination.

"No matter what you say, no matter whether my mind and emotions are influenced by others..."

"Seeking to kill the Martial Saint is my personal choice, and it is what I think is right."

"That's enough!"

Wu Qizhen twisted his neck twice, and his joints made a crisp sound.

"Don't try to mess with my mind with sweet words!"

"But speaking of this, I am very curious about one thing..." Wu Qizhen said.

"Why? You want to ask me something? Who do you want to ask?" Chen Feng looked up at Wu Qizhen.

"Who asked you? You are a coward." Wu Qizhen said lightly:

"According to what you said, I led Qiao Qijin here to seek to kill the Martial Saint, which was actually expected by the Martial Saint."

"Then why did the Martial Saint do this?"

Chen Feng did not respond for a while.

The breeze blew through the mountains and forests, rippling a pool of water, and the flags on the lake bank moved like a forest, and faint cries came into my ears.

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