Chapter 29 Who will die?

Sword Intention!

Finally condensed successfully.

It also means that Zhao Mu's cultivation has finally truly entered the realm of Grandmaster.

This is a completely new realm that is completely different from the innate.

The condensation of martial arts will makes the innate and the Grandmaster completely different.

It is not only the growth of the true qi cultivation, but also the great improvement of the will and spirit.

Zhao Mu can clearly feel that his strength has increased exponentially.

Now if he faces the innate master again, he doesn't have to use the true qi at all.

With the strong pressure of the sword intention alone, he can make the innate master mentally collapse and have no thoughts of resistance.

While the cultivation broke through the Grandmaster, the cultivation of "Six Paths of Tianmen" also went a step further.

The fourth gate of life was finally opened.

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

The opening of the first three gates can only improve the true qi cultivation, and a small degree of cleansing of the tendons and marrow, and improve the cultivation qualifications.

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

Zhao Mu could feel a great vitality bursting out from deep inside his body.

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

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

As for how strong it was?

Before he met an evenly matched opponent, he couldn't tell.

"It really deserves to be called a technique created by a cultivator. The wonder of this "Six Paths of the Heavenly Gate" is indeed far beyond the martial arts technique."

Zhao Mu admired in his heart.

"According to the description of "Six Paths of the Heavenly Gate", the fourth gate of life tempers the body, which is actually preparing for the nurturing of acquired spiritual roots."

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

"Just don't know what it will be like when the fifth heart gate, or the more powerful sixth gate of heaven, is opened?"

Zhao Mu is looking forward to it.

…

Zheng Jingren barely managed to maintain his life for three years, and finally his life was about to end.

The night was dark.

Zhao Mu walked into Zheng Jingren's yard with a mask in his hand.

"You're here."

Zheng Jingren sat at the stone table, sipping tea quietly, 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 was afraid that he would not see the sunrise tomorrow.

"Are you asking me if I'm afraid of death?"

Zheng Jingren smiled and said, "It's impossible to say I'm not afraid at all, but there's no point in being afraid. We're 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 see each other again in the future."

"Haha, even if there is reincarnation, by then, we both don't know how many reincarnations we have gone through, and I'm afraid we won't recognize each other if we meet."

Zheng Jingren thought Zhao Mu was just simply lamenting the separation.

He smiled and handed over an envelope: "I have done a lot of things in the past three years. This is a list of people I have planted in the palace and in the mansions of various court officials." Zhao Mu opened it and took a look: "You want to kill the queen? I'm afraid you can't do it with these people." "No, I said long ago that I want to let 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 queen who is high above is actually an ugly monster, but unfortunately, the palace has blocked the news too tightly, and I have never got any substantial evidence." Zheng Jingren shook his head regretfully: "I know you have always wanted to get the demon blood jade. From now on, these people belong to you. I hope they can be used in the future." After speaking, 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 not dared 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, there are always people guarding the place. It's not worth it to risk your life for a dying person like me."

"Haha, no one in the current Jin Dynasty can take my life."

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

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

"I killed innate masters."

"You..."

Zheng Jingren looked at him in a daze: "Speaking of it, it's been three years, and I don't think I have ever asked you how strong you are?"

"You will know soon."

...

Zheng Jingren's existence is a thorn for the queen.

As long as he is alive, the queen will never be at ease.

So for three years, the queen has never given up hunting down Zheng Jingren.

The tomb of the Zheng family outside the city was always guarded by someone, waiting for Zheng Jingren to fall into the trap.

Night.

In the dark wilderness, a lonely tomb stood quietly in the weeds.

In such an environment, an old man with white hair and a ruined face and a young man wearing a mask suddenly appeared, immediately attracting the attention of the people who were secretly watching.

But the two of them didn't seem 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.

Obviously 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, exuded 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 should be true. Although the appearance is burned, there is probably no one else who can be so sad in front of the Zheng family grave."

"Whether he is or not, we will find out after he is arrested and interrogated. Humph, 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'll 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?"