Qiao Er slowly walked on the plank road. This plank road swayed in the clouds, making him feel like he was still in a trance when he was playing on a swing in his childhood.
He had buried his old name.
The reason why he was called "Qiao Er" was that when he woke up, he was hanging under the second bridge in his hometown … Therefore, he escaped the massacre.
There was nothing to talk about in the past. It was nothing but hatred.
He had lived in Linzi for a long time. Most of the time, he lived a normal life. Occasionally, he would come out to do something.
For example, he would record some information, spread some rumors, or kill a few people …
In this evil city built with corpses and blood, there were some people like him. Of course, he didn't know who those people were, and those people didn't know him. The only thing they could confirm was that they were not alone.
Because there was always a message.
In the heart of this huge empire, they were secretly building a "home".
Of course, the message was interrupted, and it was not rare. It happened when Cui Shi assassinated the emperor, Zhang Yong cried in the temple, and when the higher-ups of the organization were betrayed in the State of Great Xia.
What they wanted to challenge was the existing order of the world. Everyone knew how powerful the enemies they were facing were. During this time, they were targeting Qi, but Qi was only one of the enemies.
They would encounter all kinds of difficulties.
No matter what difficulties they faced, they couldn't stop them.
The interrupted message was always quickly connected again.
Especially his line, one of the highest leaders of the organization, Zhao King, personally came to Linzi to pick it up. How brave was that?
Why could they do so many things? Why were they, from the bottom to the top, not afraid of sacrifice?
Because they had the same dream shining on the road ahead.
Qiao Er had always been cautious. He was not afraid of sacrifice, but he was afraid that his sacrifice would be meaningless. He was afraid that his body could not become the firewood of his dream.
What joy was there in life? What fear was there in death? Only by burning the light of his dream could he comfort the past.
The last operation was in Yaoguang Square. Originally, he wanted to kill a young Tianjiao, provoke Xie Huaian's emotions, create waves, and create a frenzy … But he gave up because of Jiang Wang.
It wasn't that he didn't have the ability to kill Xie Bao Shu and Jiang Wang at the same time. He just couldn't guarantee that the other party wouldn't make any noise during the process … Jiang Wang's ability to control sound had been clearly demonstrated during the assassination of Emperor Cui Ju.
Moreover, Prince Zhao had specially emphasized last time that they could target Jiang Wang, but it was best not to really kill Jiang Wang.
With just a little bit of uncertainty, Qiao Er chose to stop and leave. Since then, he had been silent until today.
He was not afraid of death, but the young Tianjiao named Xie Bao Shu was not worth the risk.
Obviously … Jiang Wuqi was worth it.
Assassinating a Palace Lord in Linzi was truly an inconceivable matter.
But it was precisely because it was inconceivable that not many people dared to think in this direction.
Because it was impossible, once it succeeded, the impact it would cause would be enormous. If they could capture him alive and bring him away from Qi Jing … the benefits would be incalculable.
It was definitely worth the risk.
For this reason, the organization didn't mind paying a higher price.
Among the four palaces of Changle, Changsheng, Huaying, and Yangxin, only the Changsheng Palace had the possibility.
Ever since Jiang Wuqi naked in front of the Ziji Palace and held the jade, Emperor Qi hadn't summoned this prince. What was once a close relationship, what was now a distant relationship?
Everyone knew that the Eleventh Prince had lost power, and it was like monkeys scattering when the tree fell.
The civil and military officials who were close to the Changsheng Palace in the past were unusually low-key during this period.
Jiang Wuqi himself was also dressed lightly and didn't show off. Other than going to Yunwu Mountain to watch the sunrise every day, most of the time he closed the palace door, saying that he was cultivating his body and mind and didn't want to see outsiders.
Today was a very good opportunity.
According to the latest intelligence, the battle of Xingyue Plain had ended, and the people of Qi Jing and Tianjiao were about to return with honor. The entire empire's attention was focused on them, so it was inevitable that they would relax their attention to other places.
After all, Yunwu Mountain was remote. Even though the entire Linzi City's defense was much stricter than before after the assassination incident, it wasn't so easy to detect the abnormality here in time … Moreover, they had made enough preparations for this trip.
Taking a step back, even if something went wrong, with his strength, he could still kill Jiang Wuqi, who was at the Inner Mansion Realm, before the powerhouses of Linzi arrived.
If he could use his life to exchange for Jiang Shu's favorite son, what was wrong with it?
Thinking that he had the opportunity to make Jiang Shu, an emperor, suffer, Qiao Er felt excited.
Qi was unprecedentedly arrogant after winning a small battle against Jing Kingdom. Did they think that the world was convinced?
It was time to pour cold water on them …
Thinking of this, Qiao Er looked up at the sickly prince in front of him and slowly straightened his back. His hunched figure gradually straightened, and a ray of cold light jumped between his fingers.
He walked on the plank road covered by clouds like a hunter walking towards his own trap. And in the trap was today's harvest.
To his surprise, Jiang Wuqi was very calm.
Too calm.
Qiao Er was certain that Jiang Wuqi had seen all his changes. Jiang Wuqi hadn't been distracted or anything like that.
But this Eleventh Prince of Da Qi was so calm.
Not to mention running away or calling for help, he didn't even have the intention to slow down. He was still walking straight towards him.
Was there an ambush?
Qiao Er's emotions surged.
No. If there was an ambush here, that person … couldn't have been unaware.
In an instant, his spiritual sense covered the plank road, and he indeed didn't see anyone else.
It was useless to think too much. Everything had to be asked at the tip of a knife.
Qiao Er walked faster and faster, and the aura of a God-Descending powerhouse began to flourish. "Your Highness, for your safety, how about you come with me?"
The clouds around him were like snow, and the white fox fur coat was also like snow. His face was pale, but it didn't lose out to the snow in the slightest.
The sickly Eleventh Prince of Da Qi walked on the swaying plank road, quietly feeling the aura of a God-Descending powerhouse gradually waking up …
He suddenly sighed. "I've been waiting for you for too long!"
What did he mean?
At this time, Qiao Er suddenly realized something — at some unknown time, this heavenly noble in front of him was no longer coughing.
As his thin figure walked on the plank road amidst the clouds, he unexpectedly possessed a kind of calmness that controlled everything.
Was this a trap?
Who dared to use Jiang Wuqi as bait?!
How could he guarantee his own safety?
Thousands of thoughts exploded in Qiao Er's mind. Of course, a person like Qiao Er could also search for clues in the fog. With an extremely decisive flick of his finger, the cold light that had coiled around it for a long time swiftly shot out in a split second!
He made the first move! With his God-Descending cultivation, he didn't hold back in the face of an Inner Mansion cultivator.
The clouds no longer moved, the fog no longer surged, the wind no longer came, and the plank road no longer swayed. There was no longer any distance between him and Jiang Wuqi.
Mount Yunwu seemed to be silent for a moment.
As soon as the cold light shot out, it arrived.
The cold light's trail unexpectedly created a sudden hole between Qiao Er and Jiang Wuqi. This side began and that side ended.
A so-called God-Descending cultivator was like a god within the range of their spiritual sense!
"Thief, you dare!" A swift and severe voice suddenly rang out, rapidly approaching.
In the end, Jiang Wuqi was the Longevity Palace Master. Even if he had lost power, he was still the target of Linzi's defensive forces. Therefore, just as there was a change on Mount Yunwu's plank road, experts patrolling the nearby area immediately rushed over.
However … it was impossible to make it in time.
At this very moment, it was absolutely impossible to take him away. To Qiao Er, the best outcome might've already been lost, but the second-best outcome was right in front of his eyes. Killing an Inner Mansion cultivator with God-Descending cultivation was no more than the blink of an eye.
The cold light belonging to a God-Descending cultivator so clearly appeared in Jiang Wuqi's eyes. As for the voice of the rapidly approaching God-Descending Blue Medal, it was still very far away.
It seemed that his life had always been in an exceptionally painful contradiction, always in desperate straits.
Who could feel Jiang Wuqi's despair?
The cold glint in his eyes seemed to spread out endlessly.
Once upon a time, that scene seemed to be just as cold in the morning light as well.
"Your Highness, from now on, you can no longer cultivate." The person speaking was Imperial Physician Wen of the Imperial Hospital. Looking at the entire Da Qi, no one dared to say that they could surpass him in medical skills. Therefore, his diagnosis was usually the final result.
However, the young prince only asked, "Why?"
"Your cold poison entered your life and increased with your age. The higher your cultivation, the more intense the cold poison. The more you worked, the closer you were to death. Now it seems that the Inner Palace … is already the limit. "
"How about the Outer Palace?"
"When starlight tempers the body, the cold poison will spread. Shattering the blood and freezing the life, there will be no luck. "
"So what if I have a Golden Body and Jade Essence?"
"If you are a God-Descending cultivator, Jade Essence is also Jade Essence. Unless you have a True Insight, you can observe the universe from the outside and understand yourself from the inside. Only then can you sever the cold poison and seek immortality. "
"Then I will have a True Insight."
"This old subject has something to say, but I don't know if I should say it …"
"Teacher, are you trying to say that it is absolutely impossible?"
"Not to say that there is no hope, but the chance of success is also very small. If you don't go to the Outer Palace, how can you be a God-Descending cultivator? If you don't have a God-Descending cultivator, how can you be a True Insight? There is a limit to one's strength. This is really difficult! "
"I heard that there were ancient sages who learned hundreds of schools of thought, touched the extraordinary, and reached the peak in one step. Could it be that the legend is false? "
"This … this matter should be recorded in the history books."
"Since the predecessors could reach the peak in one step with a mortal body, why can't I, Jiang Wuqi, reach the True Insight?"
At that time, Old Imperial Physician Wen bowed his head and did not speak, and Father …
What did Imperial Father say?
I remember now …
Father said —
"Good! It's my Lin 'er! If he can achieve what men can't, he will build what men can't! "
…
His memories came to an abrupt end.
Because the cold light was already close to his forehead.
The pale Jiang Wuqi, who was wrapped in a thick fox fur coat, took a step forward.
This step was very different from the world!
Four light spots lit up in the sky one after another, and the distant sky instantly formed four Star Towers.
Frost gathered on Jiang Wuqi's hair and eyebrows.
With him as the center, the temperature within three steps was terrifyingly low.
Even the oncoming cold light seemed to have been slowed down.
Even his eyes were suddenly covered in icicles, reflecting the flowing light as it flew around.
But in the next moment, the icicles shattered, and the frost on his eyebrows and hair melted away as if it had met the scorching sun.
He raised his palm and placed it diagonally in front of his forehead. The attacking cold light was enveloped in the range of his palm. It jumped between the pale, thin, and long fingers. It was clearly screaming and had terrifying power, but it was like a bird in a cage, unable to escape.
Qiao Er stood in front of the sickly prince …
What he heard seemed to be the arrival of the tide. That was the person's blood that flowed like a river!
What he saw in his eyes was a faint golden light in his eyebrows, eyes, hair, and skin. That was the golden body of a God Descending!
Right in front of him, Jiang Wuqi had arrived with one step!
It was as if the Four Realms of the Outer Tower had never existed. The Star Tower had just been established, but it had already become history. From the Outer Tower to the God Descending, the lifespan chasm was like a small ditch, only worthy of Jiang Wuqi taking a small step forward.
One step before, he was still in the Inner Mansion. One step later, he was already a God Descending.
And with a raise of his hand, he suppressed his life-bound magic weapon!
What kind of talent was this? What kind of monster was this?
If this person did not die, what would happen in the next hundred or thousand years?
From this came shock, from this came fear.
Qiao Er had long been prepared to die. At this time, he hesitated even more. His body suddenly began to disintegrate!
His aura rose without limit, and the overflowing power stirred the sea of clouds. His body was clearly disappearing, but gradually there was a kind of terrifying feeling of invading the heavens and swallowing the earth.
Cui Zhu had demonstrated it once in front of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, and later Zhang Yong had used it again in the Nine Return Spirit Temple … The Art of Destruction!
It was a secret technique unique to the country of Pingdeng.
Only an organization like the country of Pingdeng had so many people willing to risk their lives with such a terrifying secret technique. First kill yourself, then ask to complete the mission!
A God Descending cultivator like Qiao Er had a lifespan of more than five hundred years. He had endless possibilities and could be used in any organization. But when he used the Art of Destruction, he did not waver in the slightest.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
On Mount Yunwu, the figures of cultivators rose into the air.
The terrifying fluctuations of power on the plank road stirred up the great formation of Mount Yunwu. It alarmed the transcendent cultivators of the Heavenly Fragrance Cloud Pavilion, as well as the "guests" with transcendent power.
But among these people, none of them could interfere in the battle between the God Descending cultivators.
"It's the Eleventh Prince!"
"Who dares to commit murder in Linzi?!"
Angry rebukes sounded continuously, but none of them actually went to throw their lives away. A God Descending cultivator in the state of destruction. Anyone who blocked his path would die.
Jiang Wuqi was the only one who had managed to block Qiao Er's attack with a single step, buying time for the experts patrolling the nearby area.
"Your Highness, please retreat. I'm coming!"
The Third Rank Blue Medal Constable, the God Descending cultivator who had just been cleared of suspicion, Li Youkou!
At this moment, he was approaching from afar. When he opened his divine eyes, it was as if lightning flashed in the sky.
In front of Jiang Wuqi, the powerful body of a Divine Advent Realm cultivator crumbled inch by inch on the plankway in the clouds, starting from his legs up.
Calves, knees, thighs, hips … Qiao Er's body was reducing inch by inch, but his momentum was increasing inch by inch. He clasped his ten fingers together in front of his body. The final attack of his life was bound to be brilliant and resplendent.
At this moment, Jiang Wuqi made his move.
His five thin and pale fingers clenched together and extinguished the flickering cold light in his palm.
It should have been a dagger, but unfortunately, it had already turned into fine powder and drifted away in Jiang Wuqi's open palm.
Jiang Wuqi clenched and opened his hand, like the process of a flower blooming …
At the same time, an illusory mountain opened. Clouds and mist lingered around the mountain, plank roads wound around the mountain, and exquisite pavilions … It was Mount Yunwu!
The plank road suddenly enlarged, revealing a sickly man wrapped in a white fox fur coat, Qiao Er, whose body was still rapidly disintegrating, and Blue Medal Constable Li Youkou, who was flying in the air and had already opened his divine eyes.
This was indeed a flower blooming.
The seed of the divine ability that had been forced to stop because of the cold poison had already bloomed after Jiang Wuqi's God Descending!
The sickly Palace Master of the Longevity Palace flipped his hand, and the plank road in the clouds, the God Descending cultivator of the Equal State on the plank road, and the Blue Medal Constable Li Youkou, who was already flying in the air, all disappeared.
Divine ability, Heaven and Earth Palm!
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