Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

And Emperor Yonghe among the crowd of pilgrims had already reached the top of the three thousand steps and arrived at the gate of the Taoist temple.

In the square at the main entrance of the Taoist temple, there is a huge cauldron the size of ten people hugging each other. There is a thick and long fragrance in the cauldron, and the fragrance floats far into the sky, curling up into the blue clouds.

And in the main hall of Qingyun Temple, there are hundreds of tablets of Xuantianzong immortals.

The person in the main seat is the head teacher of the contemporary Xuantian sect, and the inscription on the tablet reads "Immortal Xuantian, great virtue and great power."

The two Taoists Chiyang and Qingyang who guarded him these days, although they also have tablets, they are only at the bottom of the inconspicuous corner of the hall.

"There are hundreds of immortals from the Xuantian Sect..." Emperor Yonghe suddenly felt extremely heavy in his heart:

"How did the Great Yan court fight against the immortals of the Xuantian sect?"

Of course Emperor Yonghe knew that cooperating with Xuantianzong was tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger, and it was a dangerous tightrope walk on a cliff.

But he still made a decision.

But decision is one thing, when things come to an end, thinking that he, as the Emperor of Great Yan, is going to kowtow to the immortals of Xuantian Sect, he still has an unspeakable sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Even at this time, Emperor Yonghe was just worshiping as an ordinary pilgrim, instead of worshiping God openly as Emperor Dayan.

Thinking of this, he slowed down a little.

"Emperor Yonghe, seeing all the immortals, why don't you worship them?"

Suddenly there was such an ethereal voice.

Emperor Yonghe was slightly taken aback, then turned around in horror.

Behind him, a lame old man was staring at him with indifferent eyes, as if looking down on the mortal world from the clouds.

Guard Chu's eyes widened behind him.

He knew very well that this lame old man was just an ordinary pilgrim from the beginning to the end, with ordinary blood and ordinary people, so why...

I don't know when.

The hall, which was originally full of voices, suddenly became quiet.

There were obviously thousands of pilgrims around, but at this moment there was a sudden silence.

"Why don't you pray?"

On the left of Emperor Yonghe, a middle-aged woman also suddenly turned her head, with the same indifferent expression.

"Why don't you pray?"

"Why don't you pray?"

"Why don't you pray?"

More and more pilgrims turned their heads to look, and indifferent eyes fell on Emperor Yonghe like thorns.

The vast number of pilgrims all have the same expression at this moment, as if the same person has changed into different faces, thousands of people have thousands of faces, and thousands of faces are all condescending, looking down on the mortal world.

At this moment, Emperor Yonghe, who was obviously in the crowd, suddenly became alone, the hairs all over his body stood up unconsciously, and his whole body trembled slightly involuntarily.

In this trembling, there is not only the fear of unknown means, but also the overflowing anger.

Immortal cultivators have ever-changing means, and if you encounter methods that mortals like them cannot understand, it is most likely that the immortal cultivators are doing it behind the scenes.

And this time...

"On the surface, I was cheating, and let me come to Qingyun Temple in Nanzhou from the imperial capital of Zhongzhou."

"When we come to Xuantianzong's territory, can't I make the decision?"

There was a bit of sadness in Emperor Yonghe's heart.

His cooperation with Xuantian Sect of Xianmen is actually just that he pays homage to the immortals of Xuantian Sect as an ordinary pilgrim.

Emperor Yonghe thought about it, Xuantianzong must think that this is a gap, and it will be expanded slowly in the future, anyway, immortal cultivators have plenty of time.

But when the matter came to an end, the immortal cultivators of Xuantianzong were obviously not satisfied, so they used the mouth of this pilgrim to reveal his identity as the Great Yan Emperor?

When this thought arose in his mind, the fists that were originally tucked into his sleeves were clenched unconsciously.

"Please worship God, Your Majesty!"

"Please worship God, Your Majesty!"

At first, only one or two people spoke, and then more and more voices became more and more homogeneous.

The voices of thousands of people gradually merged into one, forming a uniform sound wave, which shook the sky.

Emperor Yonghe's complexion also began to turn slightly pale, neither advancing nor retreating for a while.

The so-called accusation by thousands of people ends without illness.

And the eyes and words of these thousands of pilgrims no longer belong to these mortal pilgrims themselves, but the will of the Xuantianzong immortal practitioners.

These thousands of gazes and thousands of voices naturally formed a huge pressure like a mountain, wanting to bend the spine and knees of Emperor Yonghe, and kneel and kowtow in front of the immortals of Xuantian Sect!

far away.

Chiyang Taoist and Qingyang Taoist watched this scene with a smile.

"How can a mortal emperor know the myriad methods of my immortal sect?"

"The momentum has come."

The thousands of pilgrims worshiping the gods today are almost all devout people raised by the Xuantian Sect at the foot of the mountain, and there are very few outsiders.

These believers go to the mountains to worship the gods almost every day, and a seed has long been planted in their minds by the immortal cultivators of the immortal sect.

When the time is right, the seeds will break through the soil and germinate.

Therefore, every believer in Qingming Town is a relatively precious resource that cannot be lost.

And this moment.

With thousands of pilgrims shouting in unison, the few silent pilgrims in the crowd became more and more conspicuous.

Taoist Chiyang and the others don't care whether people from the Wujihui will sneak in and affect today's affairs.

Because these pilgrims worshiping the gods have long been their people, how did a drop of oil from Wujihui get into the clear water?

When the time comes, no matter what disguise the Wujihui assassins put on, they will be completely exposed!

"Please worship God, Your Majesty!"

In the chorus of pilgrims who shook the sky, they shouted in unison.

Emperor Yonghe's spine and knees were trembling slightly.

But at this moment, an unattractive pilgrim in the crowd suddenly stretched his muscles and bones, and there was a sound like frying beans from his whole body.

His body gradually enlarged, and then he cleared his throat.

"Nonsence!"

This bah was not loud, but it faintly overwhelmed the shouts of the thousand pilgrims, interrupting the unified rhythm of the thousand voices.

A mouthful of thick phlegm spewed out from the pilgrim's mouth, like a sharp arrow off the string, it directly shot at Emperor Yonghe among the crowd.

Chapter 113 Chapter 108

When thousands of pilgrims shouted in unison, when everyone in Wujihui was exposed, it also meant that Emperor Yonghe was exposed!

In an instant, Wu Shengren's attack had arrived.

It was just a mouthful of thick phlegm, but it was like a cannonball piercing through the air, flying a long distance and extremely fast.

The first one to react was to always pay attention to the guards of the martial arts master Chu around him.

The hairs all over his body stood on end, the intuition in his heart gave an instant warning, his hand moved slightly, and he used the "flying star hand" to throw the flying knife in his hand towards the thick phlegm.

At the same time, he stepped on his foot, and his body suddenly flew to the side of Emperor Yonghe who was standing still.

call out!

When the flying knife encountered the thick phlegm, a big hole was punched out of the metal blade in an instant, and when it was still in the air, white steam sneered, and when the flying knife landed, only half of the broken handle remained.

"Wu Shengren, you are finally here."

Chiyang Qingyang and other Taoists were not surprised but laughed:

"Today is the day when Emperor Yonghe worships the gods, and the sewer rat Wu Shengren, who has been dormant for 40 years, is here. It can be said to be a double blessing!"

What they are afraid of is that Wu Shengren will not come!

At this moment, Taoist Chiyang stretched out his hand and tapped on the void in front of him, drawing a talisman with his hand, and a bluish-white flame rose up.

Taoist Qingyang stretched out his hand, and a golden bell grew in the wind, and it became the size of a house in the blink of an eye, intercepting it in the air.

In an instant.

The mouthful of thick phlegm pierced through layers of flames, hit the golden bell, and made a loud bang, which cracked the golden bell and flew dozens of meters horizontally.

Taoist Qingyang's complexion changed slightly, and a mouthful of blood gushed into his throat.

The magic weapon was cracked by the blow of thick phlegm, which shocked him.

Taoist Chiyang also let out a little surprise, as if quite surprised.

"The martial arts leader among mortals..."

"From a mortal's point of view, it's really amazing. It seems that you have made some progress in the past few decades, but it's a pity...you have stepped into the devil's way, you should be punished!"

This Taoist temple is located on the main peak of the outer edge of the Qingming Mountains.

And deeper in the Qingming Mountains is the sect of the Xuantian Sect, the base camp of these immortal cultivators.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Qingyun Temple is Xuantianzong's home court, so although Taoist Chiyang and others were surprised, it was impossible to persuade them.

Even if they can't stand it, there is still a teacher behind, who is afraid?

Qiao Mu stood among the crowd of pilgrims, his gaze moved slightly.

As one of the assassins temporarily recruited, he didn't know the overall plan, and he didn't know whether Wu Shengren would personally act.

But he knew the general direction of the plan.

Once a strong man like Wu Shengren made a move, he would definitely be the focus of the Xuantianzong's immortal cultivators, and would receive the most attention.

Of course, this is Xuantianzong's home court, and the number of immortal cultivators will not be small. No matter how careless they are, it is impossible for Qiao Mu and other assassins to take the opportunity to steal chickens and kill Yonghe Emperor in one fell swoop.

What Qiao Mu and the others had to wait for was an opportunity.

Immortal cultivators have always been aloof. Since defeating the martial saint 40 years ago, they have never looked down on ordinary martial artists.

And this is where their opportunity lies.

When the Wu sage uses his martial arts to defeat the immortals, it will inevitably cause a shock in the immortal sect, and then it will be the best time for the assassins to attack!

Opportunity is only a moment away.

Whether it's for Qiao Mu or Wu Shengren, it's the same!

at this moment.

There are more than ten rainbow lights shooting up into the sky, they are the immortal cultivators of Xuantianzong, or stepping on flying swords, or sitting on magic weapons such as gourds, looking down at the martial saints who are coming out of the crowd.

Wu Shengren, on the other hand, smiled, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth.

"I am the devil, so you are the fairy?"

He took a deep breath, and the surrounding ground naturally formed a strong suction force, rolling up the surrounding fallen leaves.

The whole body swelled up against the wind like a balloon, and suddenly jumped up to a height of three or four meters. Under the scorching sun, the knotted muscles were poured like metal, and the skin even seemed to be reflecting shimmer under the sun.

His long hair was casually draped over his shoulders, and his hair was thick and gray-white, making it difficult to judge his exact age.

At this moment, he was standing facing the Xuantianzong immortal cultivators in mid-air, his figure was like a majestic mountain standing on the ground.

"Whether it's a demon or a fairy, the winner has the final say!" He opened his mouth and let out a roar, the rolling sound wave seemed to distort the atmosphere, causing the indifferent pilgrims around to hug their heads and scream.

"It's quite bold." Taoist Qingyang's eyes turned cold, and he pointed casually.

call out!

A blue light flashed past, it was Qingyang Taoist's flying sword, pointing directly at Wu Shengren's head.

Immortal Dao emphasizes the soul, and a powerful immortal cultivator can use flying swords to decapitate people thousands of miles away. Naturally, they look down on martial arts who can only punch and kick.

It's just that when the flying sword that was as fast as lightning approached, Wu Shengren's figure blurred in place.