The population and territory of the Jin Kingdom, Dali, Western Xia, Tubo, and the Great Song Dynasty continued to decrease, and the national fortunes dissipated, and the dragon veins became weaker and weaker.

"Master Guoshi, that's Zhao's Villa." Wu Chaoxin, who was in his forties, stretched out his hand and pointed in the distance.

"Master Wu, you can go." Mu Simu said expressionlessly.

"Master Guoshi, what about our Wu Clan's firm?" Wu Chaoxin asked with a smile.

"Look for death!" Mu Simu stretched out his hand to pinch the other party's neck, and after pinching it off, he whispered to himself: "This seat hates traitors the most, you are from the Great Song Dynasty, and if you die here, it can be regarded as a soul returning to your hometown." ”

Glancing at the villa in the distance, he didn't do it immediately, but walked towards Zhaojiashan.

"Three top martial artists and eighteen first-class martial artists, went to assassinate the generals of the Jishi Army, but all of them died without corpses, this is Li Yunfeng's lair, and its danger is far beyond the military camp, if you are not careful, your own division may not be able to go back."

Coming to the top of the mountain, Mu Simu looked at the Zhao Villa under the mountain through the shade of the trees.

"There are only more than 100 guards, and the national division can fly in silently."

"In the military camp a few hundred meters away on the east side, there are tens of thousands of Jishi troops who are training."

"If the movement is too big, the Jishi army on the other side of the barracks will be able to come over soon."

"The weapons used by the Jishi Army are ferocious and domineering, even if it is a national division, it can only resist a stick of incense."

"If it goes on like this, if you don't kill the person surnamed Li, it won't take two months for Tubo to be flattened by the Jishi Army."

"It's not appropriate to do it during the day, first figure out which room that Li Zhenren lives in, and kill him at night while it's dark!"

One thought after another kept flashing, Mu Simu recited a few words of my Buddha's compassion, dispelled the distracting thoughts in his heart, and he stared at the villa quietly.

Li Yunfeng, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, looked at himself with the Qi Hope Technique, and found that the white qi was more than one zhang and the black qi was two feet more, and suddenly, an idea popped up in his heart, and after pondering for a while, he couldn't help but try.

Since the cultivation realm reached the foundation building period, his spiritual power has transformed from ethereal into substance, and he has been able to explore the scene within a radius of 100 meters.

Trying to use his spiritual power to drive the white qi towards the black qi, a sizzling sound sounded, and the white qi and black qi quickly dissipated.

The 130-odd zhang white qi, which represents the power of merit, and the 50-odd zhang black qi, which represents the power of sin, dissolve like a chemical reaction, and the length of the two is constantly shortening.

"The black gas is gone, and the white gas is only ninety-nine meters and nine centimeters left. In this way, it seems that two meritorious powers can eliminate one evil force, and I don't know if it is right or wrong to do this? ”

Li Yunfeng knew very well in his heart that if he didn't know how to look at qi, he wouldn't be able to discover the power of merit and sin, and if he didn't have spiritual power, he wouldn't be able to do anything about merit and sin.

With a magical and powerful Qi Hope Technique, he is leisurely and complacent, and Qiu Mingyang, the head of Maoshan Dao, has a Qi Hope Technique that he can't ask for, and he covets the power of incomparable merit, he either has or has a lot.

After taking out the zombie puppet for a while, Li Yunfeng put it into the space again, rested for a while, and walked out.

"Li Zhenren." One by one, the maids and guards bent down and saluted, and shouted respectfully.

Sensing that someone was watching him, Li Yunfeng's heart moved, his expression was calm as before, as if he hadn't found it, he wandered around unhappily, and said secretly in his heart: "Keep staring at me, whether it's a killer or not, you will know at night." ”

Mu Simu, who was standing on the top of the mountain, whispered to himself: "He should be that Li Zhenren, the national master has looked at him for so long, he hasn't found out, if there is no accident, he should be a cultivator in the realm of the Qi refining period." ”

In his opinion, if he has been watched by himself for so long, and he has not found himself, he will definitely not be a martial artist in the innate realm, and his internal cultivation is very keen in order to reach the innate realm, and he will feel it when he stares at it.

The temples are not bulging outward, and they are no different from ordinary people, either they are martial artists in the innate realm (returning to the basics), or they are people who have not practiced internal skills, except for these, there are only cultivators left.

The other party is called Li Zhenren, and the real person belongs to the Taoist, that is, the cultivator, the cultivator of the foundation building period, his senses are sensitive and abnormal, and he is not weaker than the innate martial artist, so he thinks that the other party is a cultivator in the Qi refining period.

"In the dead of night, it is your time of death!" Looking at the young man in the distance, Mu Simu muttered confidently.

He is the national teacher of Tubo, a peerless martial artist nicknamed Tantric King Kong, except for not being able to defeat Wang Chongyang, whether it is Chen Gonggong, the head of the Great Song Dynasty, or Shan He, the marshal of the Jin Kingdom, he is not his opponent, after all, his dragon elephant magic is not a martial arts cheat.

After peeking for a few more minutes, Mu Simu retracted his gaze, sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a roll of animal skins from his arms, looked at the contents on it carefully, frowned and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to practice the eighth layer of the Dragon Elephant Divine Skill in this life!" ”

The exercises recorded on the animal skin, called Dragon Elephant Divine Skill, are a body cultivation method, with a total of thirteen layers, the seventh layer is comparable to the foundation building period cultivator (innate realm martial artist), and the eighth layer is comparable to the Jindan period...... The thirteenth floor is equivalent to the Tribulation Period.

With a powerful and incomparable body cultivation method, because the aura of heaven and earth is too thin, and he can't cultivate the content behind it, Mu Simu is extremely unwilling and helpless, the road to immortality is clear at a glance, but there is an insurmountable barrier on the way.

"Li Zhenren, lunch is ready." The housekeeper said respectfully.

"I won't eat it, you can eat it." Li Yunfeng said.

"Yes." The butler nodded and turned to leave.

"There are too few heaven and earth aura in this world, how did the space gate of the Kunlun Mirror come about?" Li Yunfeng was puzzled.

I used to think that the door of space was related to the number of times I burned incense on the tomb, but now I found that it was not.

In the past, I thought that the door of space was related to whether the worshipper was a warrior or not, but now I found that it is not.

In the past, I thought that the door of space was related to my own cultivation, but it doesn't seem to be at present.

The ideas born of the Space Gate were rejected by him one by one after being verified again and again.

In the dead of night, Mu Simu stepped into the air, smashed the wooden door with a punch, and rushed into the room as fast as lightning.

Li Yunfeng, who had been prepared for a long time, mobilized all the qi in his body and punched the uninvited guest.

"Poof!" Mu Simu, who was caught off guard, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, his expression was sluggish, he stretched out his hand to the other party, and said, "You, you, are you waiting for me?" ”

"Die!" One punch did not kill the other party, Li Yunfeng was surprised in his heart, and the Yin and Yang innate true qi in his body was slapped, and he slapped it with another palm, and a "bang" sounded, and the flesh and blood scattered in the sky.

Mu Simu, a peerless martial artist nicknamed Tantric King Kong, was slapped into scum by him with one palm.

A roll of blood-drenched hides fell intact to the ground.

The incomparable innate true qi has nothing to shatter, and it is definitely not a mortal thing.

Stretching out his hand and grabbing it, the animal skin flew upside down, and after carefully looking at the content on it, Li Yunfeng was pleasantly surprised.

"This dragon elephant magic skill is actually a physical cultivation exercise, I can't imagine that there is such a powerful exercise in the world!"

Knowing the contents of the animal skin by heart, Li Yunfeng tried it with his innate true qi, and found that it was difficult to damage the animal skin, and he was immediately dumbfounded.