The disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect who were rescued by Meng Qi in the guest house earlier, fearing the revenge of the Crying Old Man's family, did not want to get involved and only had Gu Gongzi Gu Changqing, who had a chivalrous heart, take pity on them. He secretly followed An Guo Xie and Meng Qi, confirming that they spent the night in the Temple of God.

  At night, he carried a long sword and quietly circled around the small lake to the vicinity of the temple, but he did not dare to enter. After all, with only two openings, he was far inferior to Anguo Xie, and rashly rescuing people would only lead to death.

  This time, he didn't come to rescue anyone, but rather to investigate the situation and find an opportunity to confirm the identity of the captured Little Monk. Only then could they ask a few seniors to join forces and surprise An Guo Xie - single-handedly, they might not be a match for An Guo Xie.

  With a couple of swift movements, he climbed up a large tree surrounding the temple, hiding in the treetop and gazing towards the dilapidated window.

  He had opened his eyes, and with exceptional eyesight, through the broken window, he roughly saw the scene inside the temple. The little monk was lying in front of the incense table, his eyes tightly closed, as if he were unconscious. His right hand hung limply by his side, seemingly having suffered a great injury. Meanwhile, "Bai Tou Tu Ji" sat one zhang away, cross-legged and meditating, without any unusual signs.

  Gu Changqing gathered his thoughts, patiently waiting for an opportunity. As soon as An Guo's attention was diverted, he would throw the crumpled paper in his hand, letting Xiao He Shang see it, and then take care of the rest.

  The lake behind reflects the gradually rare lights in the oasis, quiet and desolate.

  …………

  Meng Qi's nose was filled with a pungent smell, his spirit was exceptionally clear and alert, he slightly tilted his head, and indeed saw that under the fragrant table, beneath the canopy, the dark red Red Day Town Evil Knife and the Ice Palace Sword wrapped in a light gold scabbard were quietly lying there, their handles facing outward, very convenient for him to pick up.

  The master of the six paths reincarnation is really reliable... Meng Qi praised the master of the six paths reincarnation with one sentence, pretending to be in pain and groaning, moved a step closer to the incense table, narrowing the distance that had seemed relatively far before, and his left hand was placed on the ground beside him.

  An Guo opened his eyes, looked at Meng Qi who was "tortured and struggling", and sneered: "Can't bear this little pain? I think you can't experience all my cool torture."

  His tone was tinged with regret.

  Meng Qi was "stimulated", forcibly enduring the "pain", An Guo smiled evilly, continuing to close his eyes and adjust his breath. His injuries had already stabilized, although he wanted to fully recover would take some time, but it didn't need to be difficult to interrupt healing anymore.

  His spirit was perfectly rounded and unified, and Meng Qi adjusted himself to his peak state, then patiently waited for the opportunity.

  This time, I will advance and never retreat!

  If you can't kill Anguo Xie, it's very likely that you'll be the one who dies!

  He can't wait for the "Tragic Clear Wind" to take full effect, because An Guo Xie has opened his nasal passages and is extremely sensitive to the smell of poison. His nine orifices are all open, forming a self-sustaining cycle with the heavens and the earth. As soon as something goes wrong, he can immediately sense it. Therefore, just as the Tragic Clear Wind begins to take effect, and An Guo Xie becomes vigilant against external enemies, he must draw his sword.

  In such concentration, time seemed to pass very slowly, Meng Qi was not impatient at all.

  In the midst of An Guo's meditation, with eyes closed and breath adjusted, he suddenly felt his internal energy circulation a bit stagnant. He was startled, held his breath, and focused his spirit on his nostrils. With an almost imperceptible yet extremely keen sense, he felt all sorts of flavors.

  The internal breath circulation is becoming increasingly difficult, gradually dissipating. An Guo has already discerned the source of the problem with his evil nose, and with a dark flick of his left hand, he sends a small stone flying towards the place where the smell came from.

  At the same time, he went all out to operate the Crazy Sand Divine Art, resisting the invasion of this mysterious poisonous gas.

  A small stone hit a small porcelain bottle with a sudden "crack" sound in the quiet temple.

  Meng Qi's right hand suddenly burst forth with a surge of internal energy, and a faint, bloodless gleam of light flashed out, as if summoned from within, mysteriously slashing towards Anguo Xie.

  His left hand's back had a prominent lightning scar, with a deep purple color that seemed to be dripping. The heavenly punishment of the thunderous might spread out from it.

  One part of Anguo's attention was focused on defending against the poisonous gas and eliminating its influence, while another part was distracted by the direction from which the fragrance came, as well as other places in the temple, fearing that someone would make a false alarm and rescue the little bald donkey.

  But just then, a gleam of steel flashed, and rolling red dust!

  An Guo's eyes couldn't hide his astonishment, surprise and incredulity. How could Xiao Tu Zi still make a stunning move after being hit in the dantian and having his arm broken?

  He didn't have any defense at all, and it wasn't until the blade was about to strike that he suddenly realized who had swung it!

  "You numbskull, your nostrils are wide open, yet you can't even distinguish between poisonous and non-poisonous gases! You're better off cutting them off!"

  "What's your use? You're actually deceived by such a small trick, believe it or not, I'll seal your acupoints and throw you out to feed the wolves!"

  "Useless thing, just self-destruct and spare me the trouble of wasting my energy!"

  The scolding voice of Lao Zu echoed in his ears, and the "dreadful pressure" of Lao Zu clearly bore down on him. An Guo's whole body trembled with fear, and he muttered to himself: "I was wrong, Lao Zu, I was wrong, spare me..."

  The old ancestor's anger was even more terrifying than usual, and the might of his prestige was vaguely connected to the power of the heavenly thunder he had witnessed when the demon had crossed the tribulation, making him tremble with fear, wishing he could knock his head and admit his mistake.

  A severe pain struck, An Guo Xie suddenly came back to his senses, and in his line of sight was a dark red ring-shaped dagger, the blade was scorching hot, with faint patterns emerging.

  It has split into its own forehead, split into its cheek!

  No!

  At this critical moment, the pain is even more stimulating. An Guo Xie's potential burst out, including his skull, all the bones in his body are collapsing.

  Meng Qi's knife had just been obtained, and he felt that the person under the knife was like a boneless thing, retreating with the wind, without any resistance.

  An Guo's evil eyebrow heart, face cheek half open, fresh blood flowing, dizzy eyes, finally won the opportunity to breathe, right hand raised, a palm will Hong Ri Zhen Xie knife pat open.

  Meng Qi was not intimidated and remained calm. If one knife could kill this master with nine openings, that would be surprising!

  He raised his left hand, and a black iron dart shot out. At the same time, he lifted his toes, and the Ice Coffin Sword came out of its scabbard, falling into his left hand.

  An Guozi had just opened the seal knife, and before he could catch his breath, a black iron dart flew towards him. He bit the tip of his tongue, exerted the mysterious power of the Crazy Sand Skill, forced out a mouthful of air, swung his left palm at an angle, and dodged to the right.

  Sister, where did he get that hidden weapon from?

  Laozi had clearly searched him from head to toe!

  His gaze suddenly condensed, a black iron dart flew forward, suddenly splitting into seven paths, striking in seven different directions!

  The left palm flew out in a flash, and his body dodged to the right, avoiding two of them. However, the remaining four solidly landed on Anguo Xie's body!

  An Guo let out a loud roar, and a layer of black air appeared on his face. The "dispersed poison gas" that the Crazy Sand Divine Art had been gradually resisting suddenly lost control, his internal energy dissipated, and the intense toxicity surged upwards.

  I refuse! His palms were already exhausted, but he let out a furious roar in his heart. The Crazy Sand Divine Technique reversed its flow, operating recklessly without any regard.

  The body of Anguo suddenly swelled up like a sandstorm at the beginning, and all the poisonous gas and highly toxic substances were expelled. The flying needles also fell down.

  It was at this moment that Meng Qi's figure appeared in his pupils, with a gray monk's robe tattered and dirty, a handsome and dignified face, holding a sword in his left hand, and posing in a posture of sending a letter.

  Then a purely condensed sword light rose, carrying a dense and deathly aura, with an unstoppable momentum that pierced through the main gate of Anguo Xianmen.

  He will also wield the sword...

  Where did he get that sword from...

  Facing Meng Qi's three consecutive waves of attack, An Guo had already changed all his moves and was out of breath. He could only use force to shrink his head downwards, as if he wanted to hide it in his belly.

  Meng Qi's "Duan Qing Jing" knife move was followed by no further attacks, but he didn't collapse and could still use other knife moves, including the "Yan Luo Tie".

  All his spirit, all his thoughts, were concentrated on the long sword, with only one conviction in his heart: either he dies or I perish!

  The sword light was stern, the momentum was pressing, the killing intent was revealed, with a difference of a hair's breadth, it seized An Guo Xie's soft and flexible skeleton, before his head could move down, it pierced through his brow!

  An Guo's expression was strange and ancient, as if crying and laughing at the same time, as if he didn't dare to believe it, as if resentful and unwilling. His mouth was slightly open, wanting to say something, but only making a "heh" sound.

  His brow was pinned with a half-transparent long sword, and blood seeped out thread by thread.

  Lost......Actually lost to a newly enlightened little bald donkey......

  How did this happen...... Why was he able to recover from his injuries and make great progress in martial arts...... Why does he have a knife, a sword, and hidden weapons......

  Even so, as long as I can catch my breath, I can still slaughter him...

  I refuse!

  He fell to the ground with a thud, revealing the tip of his Ice Palace Sword stained with bright red and milky white, his eyes wide open in death!

  Deceased: An Guo Xie.

  Identity: Grandson of the crying old man; White-haired vulture; Master with nine orifices open; Thirty-sixth on the human ranking.

  Cause of death: pierced through the center of the eyebrow by a sword, severe poisoning ensued.

  Corpse condition: Skeletal softening, skin darkened, cheek with knife scars, body with hidden weapons.

  Killer: Shaolin Zhen Ding.

  Watching Anguo Xie fall to the ground, Meng Qi didn't dare to slack off. His right hand, Red Sun Suppressing Evil Knife, stretched out and with a forceful swing, separated Anguo Xie's head from his body. Only then did he let out a long sigh of relief.

  Finally killed him!

  I finally saved myself!

  If Yan Luo hesitated for a moment, An Guo Xie would have definitely shortened his neck and dodged the fatal blow. He could only use the "Shedding Body Technique" to activate "Falling Red Dust", making one final strike. Even if he managed to kill An Guo Xie who wouldn't have time to catch his breath, his own weakened state would make him struggle for a period of time afterwards. Any decent horse thief could easily take him down, after all, this was the second time using the "Shedding Body Technique", and the backlash would be even more severe.

  Looking at Anguo's pale face, Meng Qi suddenly remembered the torture he had suffered before, and his mood suddenly cleared up. He burst out laughing and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to pinch me to death? Didn't you say you wanted to use all kinds of cruel punishments on me? Why are you lying there not saying a word now?"

  Hmph, I'll spare your corpse out of benevolence.

  Meng Qi was delighted for a while, no matter how unexpected it was. No matter whether An Guo's remaining strength was 50% or 60%, being able to kill a nine-attribute expert with four-attribute strength was an achievement worth boasting about, and an unbelievable feat that could make one's jaw drop in shock.

  And this means that one's swordsmanship and internal strength have truly entered the ranks of a master!

  "An Guoxie was ranked 36th on the Immortal Ranking List, and now I've killed him. Could it be that I'll replace his ranking? But this isn't good, my actual strength may not even meet the standard of a newcomer to the list. If An Guoxie hadn't completely underestimated me, if we were to fight again a hundred times, I would definitely lose." Meng Qi had always been a scatterbrained guy, and for some reason he thought of the Immortal Ranking List. He was both eager and hesitant to be on it, because if his ranking was too high but his strength didn't match up, he wouldn't be able to handle the challengers that would come one after another.

  "Never mind, let's not consider this unlikely thing for now. Let's just destroy the evidence or mislead them instead. The bandits are rampant in the vast ocean, and nearly a third of them follow the orders of the Cry Old Man's sect, Luo Ju. If people find out that I killed An Guoxie, I'm afraid I'll be surrounded by bandits as soon as I leave the oasis..." Meng Qi quickly gathered his thoughts and made a decision.

  He raised his long sword, and with a burst of energy, he destroyed the wounds on Anguo's body, so as not to reveal his ultimate move.

  Looking at Anguo Xie's big eyes, Meng Qi suddenly laughed and said to the corpse: "I say, does this count as avenging overnight?"