In the three aspects of strength and strength, he is not necessarily too far ahead of a fourth-grade warrior. Fourth-grade is already the soft upper limit of a warrior's human body.

But at this moment, Qiao Mu's sudden burst of speed was beyond Chu Huwei's cognition. Not to mention comparing it with himself, it simply reminded him of the inhuman Martial Saint before.

But Qiao Mu's speed was so fast that Chu Huwei's intuition did not warn him... Is it because of the wind barrier beside Emperor Yonghe? he thought.

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

The strongest martial saint among mortals has been killed. How can the remaining Wu Jihui survive?

Just the next moment.

Qiao Mu, who was running wildly, passed directly over Emperor Yonghe, and his speed did not slow down at all, and he rushed into the hall.

Even the martial saint who died in the thunder might not be able to break Elder Tianxing's wind barrier, let alone him.

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

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

At that time, everyone else was shocked by Wu Shengren's sudden death. Only Qiao Mu, who had been watching Liulu, noticed this fleeting scene.

So he made a decision.

At this point, surrounded by this group of immortals and with Elder Tianxing sitting in charge, assassinating Emperor Yonghe was already an impossible plan to succeed.

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

At this moment, Qiao Mu's whole body was shrouded in a strange blood light, and his inner energy burst out. The mass of flesh and blood on his chest was rapidly heating up, and the warmth gathered throughout his body.

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

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

With this kick, Qiao Mu felt as if all the energy and blood in his body had been drained, and even the strange flesh and blood on his chest was shrinking rapidly.

His whole body seemed to turn into a streak of bloody light, sweeping across the hall and kicking the dim light of the Heavenly Punishment Immortal statue!

"We were born free, who dares to be superior!"

Amidst the roar that resounded through the hall, his figure fell from the air and stood directly on the altar. He unsheathed the sword in his hand and slashed wildly at the leader of the Xuantian Immortal.

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

Except for these two statues, the rest of the statues were protected by inexplicable power. Even if Qiao Mu tried his best to cut them, he could not break them. fly

The force of the counter-shock caused Qiao Mu's whole body to bleed. The mass of flesh and blood on his chest squirmed rapidly and melted at an alarming speed. The heat that surged throughout his body also gradually faded away.

Behind him, the immortal statue of Elder Tianxing was torn apart under the huge force, fell to the ground, and shattered into small and large pieces.

There was silence in the hall for a moment, and the only sound that could be heard was the shattering sound of the statue falling to the ground and collapsing.

Emperor Yonghe in front of the main hall was dumbfounded. At this moment, his hair stood up unconsciously and he was suddenly speechless.

How could this man be so bold? Wu Shengcai had just died in front of them, how dare he destroy the statue in front of the Xuantian Sect cultivators?

Taoist Chiyang, who came with a flying sword, also twitched his face and felt a sense of terror.

The statue of Elder Tianxing...

"Is this martial artist deliberately sabotaging Emperor Yonghe's worship ceremony? Destroying the good things of our Xuantian Sect?" This thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

at this moment.

Within the entire hall, the atmosphere suddenly became stagnant.

It was clear that no one was taking action, but there was an aura of chilling that was invisible, making it difficult for Emperor Yonghe and others to breathe.

In silence.

In the main hall, many immortal statues in all directions have changed slightly.

The original compassionate figures of the immortals turned to look down indifferently, with a pair of eyes silently staring at the tree from all directions.

If the previous Emperor Yonghe was secretly manipulated by the immortal cultivators of the Xuantian Sect, he endured the gazes and shouts of thousands of pilgrims. The pressure was like a mountain, trying to crush his knees and spine.

So now, the tree standing proudly on the altar is being watched by the Xuantian Sect's hundreds of immortals, and the pressure is of course incomparable.

"It is disrespectful for mortals to blaspheme the gods and humiliate the immortals." A misty voice came from nowhere and echoed in the hall.

"When struck by five thunders, both body and soul will be destroyed." Another voice began to sound.

"When you enter the Nine Netherworlds, you will sink forever."

The entire hall was recalling these ethereal sounds, and the invisible force came into being, pulling Qiao Mu's body up into the air.

At this moment, Qiao Mu seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, unable to move at all with all his strength, leaving only his mouth to move.

Then he laughed.

"Who are you pretending to be gods and ghosts?" He grinned with a mocking smile on his face:

"You are also worthy of becoming an immortal? You are also worthy of being called an immortal!"

"There are no saints in this world, no one can transcend, no one can become an immortal!"

"You are just strangers wearing the skin of an immortal and claiming to be an immortal!"

Qiao Mu was filled with energy and blood. He stretched out his fingers in the air with difficulty, tapped his temples lightly, and laughed:

"There are no immortals in this world, there are only a group of strangers sitting on the altar, a group of strangers who have different minds from ordinary people and do not treat people as human beings!"

Chapter 111 The Martial Arts Bearer (3k

Qiao Mu is an immortal time traveler, so he has no respect for emperors, martial saints, or even so-called immortals in this world.

His words fell on the ears of everyone in the hall, but they were even more deafening than the thunder that killed the Martial Saint just now.

Even the Wujihui assassins who thought of strangers as their imaginary enemies felt inexplicably shocked in their hearts.

"Another one is crazy." After the initial surprise, Taoist Chiyang only had this thought in his mind when he looked at the martial artist Qiao Mu who smashed the idol in anger.

Wu Shengren is dead, and the overall situation has been decided.

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

Even they themselves don't know why they are fighting now. They are at a loss and only have the instinct of survival.

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, couldn't destroy the god worship ceremony, and couldn't change the overall situation. At most, they could cause a little trouble.

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

Taoist Chiyang waved his sleeves, and the wind blew up in the hall. The broken stones of the statue were reunited and returned to the altar to form a complete statue again.

The body of this statue is still full of cracks, but it still has a complete human form, not as ugly as before.

If Elder Tianxing doesn't take action, it means that he, as a deacon, is enough to deal with this mortal.

It is surprising that this man destroyed the idol, but what is surprising is the audacity of this man and nothing else.

At this time, Qiao Mu had been detained in the main hall by invisible forces, and almost only one mouth could move his body.

But he was still tough-talking.

Qiao Mu shouted: "Martial Saint is dead. If we follow his Martial Saint's logic, it would be because he was weak and cannot blame others."

"The dead are gone, so the living should give up on themselves? Why not remember my name, Qiao Zhong."

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

As soon as these words came out.

The remaining Wujihui assassins were also angered.

Although Wu Shengren acts cruelly and murderously, many of his Wujihui members did obtain the top martial arts skills in the old martial arts from his hands, so there is naturally no shortage of them within the Wujihui. A loyal fan.

"Although the martial saint died, he died at the hands of an immortal. He is still the strongest martial artist!"

"In the decades of martial arts, no one has been able to compete with him. He just died, and you are so eager to jump out?"

"Why, do you want the Martial Saint to be enshrined on the altar? It's not enough to worship the immortal gods, but you also need to worship the Martial Saint?" Qiao Mu retorted.

Taoist Chiyang was also a little surprised.

I thought that the mice who came to cause trouble this time were all members of Wu Shengren, but now it sounds like... that doesn't seem to be the case.

Accidents were accidents, and he would not hesitate at this time.

He was about to take action to kill the tree, when suddenly a person took two steps forward in the hall.

Following this man's pace, everyone's eyes converged on him, quite surprised.

Even the hundreds of immortal statues on the altar in the main hall overlooking the trees turned their heads and watched.

This person is Emperor Yonghe.

A character that no one expected.

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

He was the core figure in this incident, but he seemed to be in the eye of the storm. No one had ever paid attention to him, a fatuous king known for his mediocrity and incompetence.

Wu Shengren's opponent was an immortal cultivator from the Xuantian Sect, and no one cared about him.

The immortal cultivators of the Xuantian Sect adopted this strategy of concealing the truth from the outside world. They used the other eight immortal sects as their imaginary enemies. They even dealt with the Martial Saint by fishing, so naturally they looked down on him, a mortal emperor.

But now the atmosphere is a little different.

"Emperor Yonghe, what do you mean?" a misty voice asked.

"The immortals of the Xuantian Sect, before worshiping the gods, could you let me ask you a few questions?" Emperor Yonghe asked in a deep voice.

At this moment, he seemed to suddenly have some confidence, and his words and deeds were like the emperor of the past.

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

"Qiao Zhong, you don't seem to be a subordinate of Saint Wu, so why are you here?" Emperor Yonghe asked.

At this moment, he had a deep frown on his face.

Qiao Zhong? The name surprised him.

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

But of course he knew the name Qiao Zhong, and it reminded him of Qiao Pif, who he hesitated for a long time at the door of the gymnasium in Heyang City and tried to save but failed, and was eventually burned alive. .

Another Qiao family...

"Of course I came here to kill you..." At this time, 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 also thought about it seriously.

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

But at that time, it was just a superficial plan to kill the Martial Saint and to use the power of the Great Yan Dynasty to kill people with a sword.

This is different now.

A high-quality death can make the tree stronger over the years.

Therefore, he does not need to care about gains and losses, does not need to be afraid of powerful people, cherish life and fear death, and can do whatever he wants.

The martial saints are all dead, and no one has given him any top secrets, but so what?

Since time travel, everything he has done has been done with the selfish intention of becoming stronger, but isn't that done based on the will of his chest?

And that's what he wanted to do.

"I'm here to kill you, and I'm here to breathe a sigh of relief into my chest," he said.

Whether it is the Great Flame Law or the rules of the Immortal Sect, the biggest punishment for a person is death.

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

If he wanted to, he could be an ancestor at any time. Just thinking about it made him feel happy.

When he dies after indulging his desires as an ancestor, he might be able to explore a new idea of ​​high-quality death: dying for evil.

But after the secret satisfaction was over, he still wanted to do what he wanted to do.

Not an ancestor, nor a righteous superman, but what an ordinary person with a strong heart wants to do.

Since he came to this world, he has talked and laughed with no dignitaries, and only interacted with ordinary people in this world.

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