Chapter 29 Who will die?

Sword intent!

     Finally the condensation was successful.

     It also represents that Zhao Mu's cultivation has finally truly entered the realm of a master.

     This is a completely new realm that is completely different from innateness.

     The condensation of martial arts will makes Xiantian and Grandmaster completely different from each other.

     That is not only the growth of Qi cultivation, but also the substantial improvement of will and spirit.

     Zhao Mu could clearly feel that his strength had doubled.

     Now if he faced an innate master again, he wouldn't have to use his true energy at all.

     Just relying on the strong pressure of the sword, he can make the innate master's spirit collapse, and he will not be able to resist at all.

     While his cultivation reached the level of Grandmaster, his cultivation of the "Six Paths of Heavenly Sect" also progressed further.

     The fourth gate of life was finally opened.

     In "The Six Paths of Heaven", the fourth gate of life can be said to be a watershed.

     The opening of the first three gates can only improve the cultivation of Qi, and a small degree of cleansing the muscles and marrow, improving the cultivation qualifications.

     But the opening of the fourth life gate is more than that.

     Zhao Mu could feel a majestic vitality bursting out from deep within his body.

     And his body, tempered by this vitality, began to become stronger and stronger at an alarming speed.

     When the tempering was completed, he felt that his physical strength had far exceeded his Qi cultivation.

     As for how strong it is?

     He couldn't tell clearly until he met an evenly matched opponent.

     "As expected, the skills created by the immortal cultivators, the "Six Paths of Heaven", are indeed far more wonderful than the martial arts skills."

     Zhao Mu admired in his heart.

     "According to the description in "Six Paths of Heavenly Gate", tempering the physical body in the fourth life gate is actually preparing for the birth of acquired spiritual roots."

     "Just like fertile land is the foundation for a good harvest of crops, a strong enough physical body is the foundation for the nurturing of spiritual roots."

     "I just don't know what it will be like when I open the fifth heart gate, or the more powerful sixth heaven gate."

     Zhao Mu is looking forward to this very much.

     …

     Zheng Jingren barely managed to maintain his life span for three years, and it was finally coming to an end.

     The night is dark.

     Zhao Mu took a mask and walked into Zheng Jingren's yard.

     "You came."

     Zheng Jingren sat at the stone table, quietly sipping tea, with no trace of fear of death on his face.

     "You are calm."

     Zhao Mu walked over and poured himself a cup of tea.

     He could feel that Zheng Jingren's body was exhausted, and he might not see the sunrise tomorrow.

     "You want to ask me if I'm afraid of death?"

     Zheng Jingren smiled and said: "It is impossible to say that I am not afraid at all, but it is useless to be afraid. We are all going to die anyway, so we might as well enjoy the last bit of time."

     "It's a pity that my cultivation is not enough, and I can't completely eliminate the evil spirit."

     Zhao Mu sighed: "I don't know if there is really reincarnation in this world. If there is, maybe we can meet again in the future."

     "Haha, even if reincarnation is really possible, by then we both will have been reincarnated for many lives, and I'm afraid we won't know each other when we meet."

     Zheng Jingren thought that Zhao Mu was just expressing farewell.

     He smiled and handed over an envelope: "I have done a lot of things in the past three years. This is a list of the people I have installed in the palace and the palaces of various courtiers."

     Zhao Mu opened it and looked at it: "You want to kill the queen? I'm afraid you can't do it with these people."

     "No, I have long said that I will make the old witch live in pain. For three years, I have been trying to get evidence of the old witch's mutation."

     "I want everyone to know that the aloof queen turned out to be an ugly monster. But unfortunately, the palace blocked the news too tightly, and I never got any substantive evidence."

     Zheng Jingren shook his head regretfully: "I know that you have always wanted to get the demon blood jade. From now on, these people will belong to you. I hope they can be used in the future."

     After saying that, he stood up and picked up a basket of incense candles and paper money that had been prepared beside him.

     "For three years, I have been afraid to visit my family's graves, but now that I am going to die, I don't have to worry about anything."

     "Don't follow me. After all, the Queen's people are always guarding the place. It's not worth risking your life for a dying man like me."

     "Haha, in today's Jin Dynasty, no one can take my life."

     Zhao Mu put on his mask with a smile: "Let's go. Since I can't save your life, I will help you fulfill your last wish. Tonight... no one can stop you from offering incense to your family."

     "You are really confident. I estimate that there may be innate masters there."

     "I killed the innate master."

     "you..."

     Zheng Jingren looked at him blankly: "It's been three years since I mentioned it, but I seem to have never asked you, how strong are you?"

     "You'll find out soon enough."

     …

     Zheng Jingren's existence was a thorn in the side of the queen.

     As long as he lives, the Queen will never feel at ease.

     Therefore, the queen has not given up her pursuit of Zheng Jingren for three years.

     The tomb of the Zheng family outside the city is always guarded, waiting for Zheng Jingren to fall into a trap.

     night.

     In the wilderness where you can't even see your fingers, a lonely large tomb stands quietly among the grass.

     In such an environment, an old man with white hair and a disfigured appearance, and a young man wearing a mask suddenly appeared, which immediately attracted the attention of those who were watching in secret.

     But neither of them seemed to care about it.

     Zheng Jingren walked to the tomb step by step with a dull expression.

     He was extremely silent and didn't say a word.

     Just quietly place the tributes, light the incense candles, and then burn the paper carefully one by one.

     The firelight danced in the night, reflecting the sad face of Zheng Jingren.

     Although he didn't speak, his face was expressionless.

     But everyone can feel the sadness and guilt emanating from his heart.

     Apparently to this day, he still regrets that he killed his whole family because of his greed.

     Swish, brush, brush...

     Suddenly, dozens of figures appeared around the tomb.

     These people are old and young, male and female, but without exception, they all exude a powerful aura.

     Especially the leader, a one-eyed old man, a half-old lady, and an elegant middle-aged man, all exude the terrifying aura of the innate realm.

     "Is he from Zheng Jing?" asked the old lady.

     The elegant middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly: "It must be true. Although the appearance is burned, I am afraid there will be no one else who is so sad in front of the Zheng family grave."

     "No matter what he is, we will find out after he is arrested and tried. Huh, he actually caused us to waste three years here. I have to settle this account with him."

     The one-eyed old man looked grim.

     At this time, Zheng Jingren raised his head, his eyes faintly worried.

     After all, the opponent is numerous and powerful.

     But Zhao Mu said calmly: "Continue to do your job. As for them, leave them to me."

     "Where did this arrogant boy come from?"

     The one-eyed old man sneered: "Little guy, which sect are you just starting out? Didn't your elders tell you that you should mind your own business in the world?"

     "Grrrr, old monster, don't scare the little kid."

     The old lady covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly, her eyes wanting to be fixed on Zhao Mu: "Look at this strong body, tsk tsk, little guy, take off the mask quickly. If you look good, I promise not to kill you today."

     "Three innate masters, forty-two acquired masters, the queen is really willing to spend a lot of money."

     Zhao Mu, who was behind the mask, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "I wonder if the queen would be distressed if you all died here?"

     "Do you really dare to say anything?"

     The one-eyed old man sneered: "Those of us get together. Except for the nine great masters, no one in the world dares to say that one person will kill us all. Boy, do you think you are a master?"

     "You will know if you can kill it or not."

     Zhao Mu raised his right hand and pointed the two fingers together like a sword: "Everyone, who is going to die first?"