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

Taoist Chiyang was only slightly surprised, that's all.

The strongest martial sage among mortals has already been put to death, and the remaining martial arts remnants, can they still turn the tide?

Just the next moment.

Qiao Mu, who was running wildly, directly passed the Emperor Yonghe, and the speed of his feet did not decrease at all, and rushed into the hall.

The wind barrier of Elder Tian Xing may not even be broken by Wu Shengren who died in the thunder, let alone him.

So he resolutely gave up the idea of ​​continuing to assassinate the emperor, and rushed directly into the main hall of Qingyun Temple.

After the giant face of the thundercloud in the sky dissipated that day, Qiao Mu once noticed that the statue of the Heavenly Punishment Immortal in the main hall seemed to be slightly dimmer.

At that time, everyone else was shocked by Wu Shengren's sudden death, only Qiao Mu, who had been keeping his eyes on Liulu, noticed this fleeting scene.

So he made a decision.

Things have come to this, surrounded by this group of immortals, with Elder Tian Xing sitting in command, assassinating Emperor Yonghe is already an impossible plan to succeed.

Well, what he can do now is to work hard on other things.

At this moment, Qiao Mu's whole body was shrouded in a strange bloody light, his internal strength burst out, the mass of flesh and blood on his chest was heating up rapidly, and the warm current gathered all over his body.

"Wu Qizheng's mass of flesh and blood is really extraordinary. I'm not that strong...but I don't have time to think about it so much..."

His eyes widened with anger, and he flew up and kicked at the dimly lit statue of the Heavenly Punishment Immortal on the altar.

With this kick, Qiao Mu felt as if his inner strength and blood were drained, and even the strange flesh and blood on his chest shrank rapidly.

His whole body seemed to be turned into a beam of blood, and he swept across the hall, kicking the dimly lit statue of the Heavenly Punishment Immortal!

"We were born free, who dares to stand tall!"

Amidst the roar that resounded through the hall, his figure fell from the air, stood directly on the altar, unsheathed the saber in his hand, and slashed frantically at the leader Xuantian Immortal statue.

With a bang, the sword in his hand shattered into pieces, but the gushing light of the sword also left a long crack on the statue of the Xuantian Immortal.

Except for these two god statues, the rest of the god statues were protected by inexplicable powers, even if Qiao Mu went all out to chop them, he couldn't break them.fly

The force of the shock caused Qiao Mu to bleed all over his body, the mass of flesh and blood on his chest squirmed quickly and melted at an astonishing speed, and the heat that swelled his whole body gradually faded away.

And behind him, Elder Tian Xing's fairy statue was torn apart under the huge force, fell to the ground, and shattered into large and small pieces.

There was no sound in the hall for a while, only the cracking sound of the statue falling to the ground could be heard.

Emperor Yonghe in front of the main hall was dumbfounded, his hairs stood on end unconsciously at this moment, and he was suddenly speechless.

How could this person be so bold?Wu Shengcai just died in front of them, how dare he destroy the god statue in front of the cultivators of Xuantianzong?

Taoist Chiyang, who came with the flying sword, also twitched, feeling a burst of horror.

The idol of Elder Tian Xing...

"This warrior, is he deliberately sabotaging the worship ceremony of Emperor Yonghe? To ruin my Xuantian Sect's good deeds?" This idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

at this moment.

In the entire hall, the atmosphere suddenly froze.

It was obvious that no one would do anything, but there was a murderous aura in the invisible, which made it difficult for Emperor Yonghe and others to breathe.

Silently.

In the main hall, the statues of immortals in all directions changed slightly.

The original portraits of the immortals turned to look down indifferently, and their eyes silently stared at the tree from all directions.

If the previous Emperor Yonghe was under the secret manipulation of the immortal cultivators of Xuantianzong, he was under the gaze and shouts of thousands of pilgrims, and the pressure was overwhelming, trying to crush his knees and spine.

So now that Qiao Mu standing proudly on the altar is being watched by all the immortals of the Xuantian Sect, the pressure is certainly not the same.

"It's disrespectful for mortals to insult gods and immortals." An ethereal voice came from nowhere and echoed in the hall.

"When the five thunders hit the top, the body and spirit will be destroyed." Another voice began to sound.

"When you enter the Nine Netherworld Palace, you will perish forever."

The whole hall was thinking about these ethereal voices, and an invisible force emerged mightily, pulling Qiao Mu's body up into the air.

At this moment, Qiao Shu seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and he couldn't use all his strength, except for his mouth.

Then he laughed.

"Playing tricks, what kind of fairy are you?" He grinned, mockingly:

"You are also worthy of cultivating immortals? You are also worthy of being immortals!"

"Living in this world, there is no saint at all, no one can transcend, no one can become a fairy!"

"You are just a stranger who wears the skin of a fairy and claims to be beautiful in the name of a fairy!"

Qiao Mu burst out with anger and blood, stretched out his fingers in the air with difficulty, tapped his temple lightly, and laughed loudly:

"There are no immortals in this world, only a group of aliens sitting on the altar, a group of aliens with different brains from ordinary people, who don't treat people as human beings!"

Chapter 116 Chapter 111 Martial Arts Carrier (3k

Qiao Mu is an immortal traveler, so he doesn't have any respect for emperors, martial sages, or even so-called gods in this world.

His words fell on the ears of everyone in the hall, but they were even more deafening than the thunder that struck Wu Shengren to death just now.

Even the Martial Arts Assassins, who had strangers as their imaginary enemies, felt an inexplicable shock in their hearts.

"Another crazy one." After the initial surprise, looking at the Wufu Qiaomu who smashed the statue in anger, only such thoughts flashed in Chiyang Taoist's mind.

Wu Shengren is dead, and the overall situation is settled.

The few assassins who were still alive at this time were just lingering under the siege of the immortal cultivators.

Even they themselves don't know what they are fighting for now, and their hearts are at a loss, leaving only the instinct to survive.

Just like the god-refining assassin who tried to assassinate but was smashed into pieces by the wind barrier beside Emperor Yonghe.

No matter how harsh the anger and accusations of mortals are, so what?

After all, they couldn't assassinate Emperor Yonghe, they couldn't destroy this worship ceremony, and they couldn't change the overall situation, at most they caused a little trouble.

"It's not easy to shake a tree. Even the strongest among you mortals, the so-called martial saints, are dead. No matter how brave you are, it's useless."

The Chiyang Taoist waved his sleeves, and the wind blew up in the hall, and the broken stones of the statue gathered together again, returned to the altar, and reassembled the complete statue.

The body of the statue is still full of cracks, but it still has a complete human figure, not as embarrassing and ugly as before.

If Elder Tian Xing didn't act, it meant that his deacon was enough to deal with this mortal.

It is astonishing that this man destroyed the idol, but the astonishment is not other than the audacity of this man.

At this moment, Qiao Mu had been imprisoned above the main hall by an invisible force, almost only one mouth could move all over his body.

But he was still stubborn.

Qiao Mu shouted: "Wu Shengren is dead, if you follow his logic as a Wu Shengren, then blame him for being weak, and you can't blame anyone else."

"The dead are dead, and the living will give up on themselves? Why don't you remember my name, Qiao Zhong?"

"Even if I die today, I will sound the death knell for you and other false immortals!"

As soon as the words came out.

And the remaining martial arts assassins were also angered.

Although Wu Shengren acted cruelly and bloodthirstyly, many members of his Wu Jihui did obtain from him the top martial arts skills in the old martial arts. Loyal fans.

"Although the Martial Saint died, he died at the hands of the Immortal. He is still the most powerful martial artist!"

"For decades in the martial arts world, no one has been able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him. He just died, and you jumped out in a hurry?"

"Why, you want to enshrine the martial saint? It's not enough to worship the gods, but you also have to worship the martial saint?" Qiao Mu retorted.

Taoist Chiyang was also a little surprised.

I thought that the rats who came to make trouble this time were all partisans of Wu Shengren, but now it sounds...it doesn't seem to be the case.

Accidents are accidents, and he will not hesitate at this time.

He was about to strike and kill the tree, when suddenly a person stepped forward two steps in the hall.

With the pace of this person, everyone's eyes came together, quite surprised.

Even the statues of the hundred immortals overlooking the trees on the altar in the main hall all looked sideways at this moment.

This person is Emperor Yonghe.

A character that no one expected.

Wu Shengren and Wu Jihui wanted to assassinate him, and the cultivators of Xuantianzong wanted him to kneel down and worship the immortals.

He is the core figure in this incident, but he seems to be in the eye of the storm. No one has ever paid attention to him, a fatuous and incompetent king.

Wu Shengren's opponent is a cultivator of Xuantianzong, and no one cares about him.

The immortal cultivators of Xuantianzong practiced this strategy, using the other eight immortal sects as imaginary enemies, and they even fished for Wu Shengren by the way, so they naturally looked down on him, a mortal emperor.

But now the atmosphere is a little different.

"Emperor Yonghe, what do you mean?" an ethereal voice asked.

"All the immortals of Xuantianzong, before worshiping the gods, may I ask a few words first." Emperor Yonghe asked in a deep voice.

At this moment, he seemed to suddenly gain a certain confidence, and his words and deeds returned to the imperial style of the past.

The statues of hundreds of immortals in the hall stared at Emperor Yonghe for a long time, then fell silent.

"Qiao Zhong, you don't seem to be Wu Shengren's subordinate, so why did you come here?" Emperor Yonghe asked.

At this moment, his brows were deeply furrowed.

Qiao Zhong?The name surprised him.

Qiao Mu's current appearance was disguised by the flesh and blood disguise technique, so he naturally couldn't recognize it.

But of course he knew the name Qiao Zhong, and it reminded him of the Qiaopiff who he hesitated for a long time at the gate of the gymnasium in Heyang Prefecture, but failed to save him, and was finally burned alive. .

Another Joe family...

"Of course I came here to kill you..." At this moment, Qiao Mu even felt that the invisible restraint on his body had weakened a little.

Although he was suspicious of the strangeness of Emperor Yonghe, he thought about it seriously.

Wu Jihui's plan to assassinate the emperor was something he had thought of participating in a long time ago.

But at that time, it was just a rough plan that was thought up to kill the Martial Saint, wanting to use the power of the Yan Dynasty to kill people with a knife.

It's different now.

High-quality death can make the arbor stronger over many years.

Therefore, he doesn't have to care about gains and losses, he doesn't have to be afraid of the powerful, he doesn't have to fear his life, he can do what he wants to do as he pleases.

Wu Shengren is dead, no one has sent him any top cheats, but so what?

Traveling so far, everything he does, although he has his own selfish desire to become stronger, isn't that thing done with a single breath in his chest?

And that's what he wanted to do.

"I came here to kill you, and I also came here to breathe a sigh of relief," he said.

Whether it is the law of Great Flame or the rules of Xianmen, the greatest punishment for a person is death.

And Qiao Mu is not even afraid of death, and even yearns for it, so what can stop him and restrain him?

If he wants, he can be an ancestor at any time, Yue Ya Tian Chong, just thinking about it makes him feel dark.

When he dies indulging his desires as an ancestor, maybe he can explore a new idea of ​​high-quality death: dying for evil.

But when he was finished, he still wanted to do what he wanted to do.

Not the ancestors, nor the righteous superman, but what I want to do as an ordinary person with a steelyard in my heart.

Since he came to this world, he talked and laughed without dignitaries, and his dealings were all in vain. Most of the people he came into contact with were ordinary people in this world.

What I saw and heard along the way was all about the hardships of the people's livelihood and the hardships of the people, and there was a sense of injustice in my chest unconsciously.

"When a person like Wu Shengren dies, everyone in Wu Jihui will collapse, as if they were mourning, and they will not be able to fight any more." He said:

"And you, as the emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty, the whole world will look at you. If you also kneel, you will only follow the example, and the hearts of the people will be scattered."