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

When that figure with a burning right arm beheaded Mingyue Shangxian with a sword, this scene fell in the eyes of many pilgrims, even the former fifth-rank fat officials, and it shocked their hearts, as if their worldview collapsed .

Shangxian, can he be killed?

wrong!

How dare he attack Xuantianzong's immortal leader?

For a long time, the "Shangxian" and "Xianchang" of Xianmen have been mysterious and powerful images in the eyes of the world.

And the immortals enshrined in the main hall of the Taoist temple are the objects of worship of the secular mortals.

Before the Alien War 40 years ago, it was not that no warriors dared to attack the immortal cultivators.

After 40 years of vicissitudes, immortals have become idols worshiped by mortals in temples, and Taoist temples are opened in major cities in Kyushu.

Immortals represent mystery, and immortals represent dignity. They are the ultimate image of transcendence, attainment of Taoism and longevity in the imagination of secular mortals. They are lighthouses on the sea and idols on altars.

Although the so-called "Shangxian" and "Xianchang" are somewhat flattering, they are also objects that ordinary people cannot disobey.

And that Mingyue Shangxian was already dead, with just one knife, even his body was burned to ashes.

In addition to being shocked, they also felt an indescribable fear and fear.

how come?How can you kill the Shangxian of the Xianmen?

After being frightened and panicked, seeing the back with the burning right arm slowly walking towards Xuantian Temple, another conflicting emotion arose in their hearts:

That's sad.

This man is going to die.

"What a hero..." Someone sighed softly, but they didn't dare to speak loudly.

Emperor Yonghe was also looking at that figure from behind.

He was originally in a posture with his hands behind his back, but now he subconsciously put his hands together in front of him, a little lost in thought.

"Is everyone responsible for the rise and fall of the world?"

"The Qiao family's family precepts are really big...but which Qiao family is this?"

At this time, he suddenly understood the significance of Qiao Mu taking off the head-hunting soap suit before.

It wasn't because he was reprimanded and threatened by the officials that he abandoned his identity as a public arrester in anger.

He was not impulsive, but premeditated.

"This is to split one's own identity, one person does things and one person is responsible. If the officialdom is filthy, abandon the official position and not involve others. In the name of ordinary people, plead for the people and kill the gods?" Such a thought crossed the Emperor Yonghe's mind. .

The so-called ordinary man is neither an official nor an official, neither rich nor noble, but actually refers to the most ordinary common people.

He unconsciously exerted a little force on his hand, and his nails pinched his palm so painfully.

Such words, such a posture, only made him, the emperor of Yan, feel a kind of anger that could not be vented, and his face felt a little hot unconsciously.

If even a mere man knows that he has to shoulder the responsibility for the rise and fall of the world.

If even a common man dares to go against the trend, he will offend the superiors and kill the immortals of the Xianmen.

So, what about his emperor?What about him, Emperor Yonghe?

Should we shoulder greater responsibilities, and should we do more?

When he was in the teahouse back then, he only felt that this person's words were sharp, and he was probably mocking him.

Only now did he realize that this Joepiff is consistent with his words and deeds, and he is really a rare true hero in the world!

But the guard Chu next to him interrupted his thinking.

"Your Majesty." Chu Weiwei proposed at this time:

"The 'Erosion of the Bone and Lihuo' is quite tricky. Even if it is stained by a humble official who is a third-rank martial artist, he can't extinguish it. He can only survive by breaking his arm. And Qiaopiff is now at the end of his strength, and he is already a dead end."

"Do you need Wei Chen to take action, cut off his arm, and save him?"

Chu Xing was the Flying Fish Guard who guarded the emperor. He always accompanied him silently and waited for orders, and rarely offered to propose.

But at this moment, looking at the burning figure, he also cherished his talents, so he took the initiative to speak.

"You make a move?" Emperor Yonghe was lost in thought at this moment.

The touch just now is the touch, and the emotion is the emotion.

But if Chu guards were to take action, that would be another question.

He is the Son of Heaven, not an ordinary man, so he can never make a decision based on his blood...

At this time, Qiao Mu had already reached the door of the Xuantian Temple.

Those handyman martial artists also retreated with his steps forward, and no one wanted to touch his bad luck.

Qiao Mu raised his head and looked into Xuantian Temple.

Because of the turmoil just now, there was no one in the Xuantian Temple, and only the main hall of the Taoist Temple on the steps could be seen from afar.

The huge cauldron at the entrance of the main hall is filled with dense incense, and the incense is lingering and hazy.

Through the hazy incense, one can vaguely see the statues of the immortals in the main hall.

These statues are all exquisite and meticulous, obviously they were sculpted by excellent craftsmen.

The images of the immortals are all of the same immortal demeanor, with their clothes fluttering like immortals, and their eyes looking down at the believers below are slightly narrowed, as if they are compassionate.

The immortals and gods in the temple seemed to be looking down at this daring, ordinary martial artist who forcibly broke into Taoism through the hazy smoke and fire.

The martial artist's excellent eyesight allowed Qiao Mu to see the names on the tablets of these immortals clearly.

The one guarded by all the immortals is the "Great Virtue, Dawei Xuantian Immortal".

The one at the farthest position, the one closest to the door, and the one with a slightly smaller fairy statue is the "Chiyang Immortal".

He was watching from a distance, but suddenly his heart was shocked, that mysterious and mysterious intuition suddenly appeared again, this time it pointed directly at the back mountain of Xuantian Temple.

............

Xuantian looks at the back mountain.

The two Taoist priests beside the waterfall are still playing chess freely in the old god, while the young Taoist priest in Tsing Yi is standing next to him and watching the chess.

suddenly.

The Taoist on the left put down the chess piece in his hand, and said solemnly:

"Mingyue died, she even used the 'Bone Erosion and Fire Talisman', and she died in the hands of that ordinary warrior."

The Taoist on the right was startled for a moment, then nodded slightly:

"Is that so? She is even more unbearable than I expected, and she has fallen into the reputation of my Xuantian Sect."

"Is it because the practice time is still short?"

Martial arts practitioners have always been unable to defeat immortal cultivators. This is achieved by the immortal cultivators 40 years ago with their solid records.

So they have always looked down on those who practice martial arts.

Although they look down on Wu Fu, there is one thing they must admit....

Immortal cultivation takes a long time and cannot be accomplished overnight.

Martial Dao practice has a short lifespan, but the cultivation base advances faster than Immortal Dao.

The female cultivator Mingyue has practiced Taoism for more than ten years, and in their eyes, she has just entered the gate of immortality.

If a martial artist has practiced hard for more than ten years, that is another matter.

For example, for a foreign martial artist like Qian Tutou who practiced hard skills, more than ten years is enough for him to practice hard to reach the peak of his personal strength, and after that, he will reach middle age and his blood will decline.

"Mingyue is dead, that ordinary warrior has arrived at the gate of Xuantian Temple..."

"So what? The one who is in charge of guarding Xuantian Temple this year is that Senior Brother Chiyang, right?"

"Senior Brother Chiyang? He seems to have wandered off, not in this mortal city."

"Senior Brother Chiyang is at ease...but shouldn't it be up to you and me to take action? After all, Xuantian Temple is a Taoist temple of incense and fire. If we don't do anything, something will happen."

"You're right...then after this game of chess, let's do it."

The two Taoists who were playing chess were discussing unhurriedly while continuing to play chess in their hands.

suddenly.

The Taoists all turned their heads sideways and looked into a pavilion that stood higher up the mountain.

"Saint...is she out? Did you sense anything?"

"Although the holy girl is a monk halfway and turned to immortality, her cultivation level is not as good as that of the real sect's holy son, but she is still a holy girl... It seems that I don't need to wait for too much." The Taoists continued to play chess freely. .

........

Xuantian Temple at the foot of the mountain.

Behind the crowd, Chu Xingyuan looked at the figure with the burning right arm, and saw the red flames spreading on his arm little by little, so he couldn't help but speak out again.

"Your Majesty, if you don't make a decision, the time will pass."

"...He is a common man, and I am the Son of Heaven. The Son of Heaven should act after making a decision, think twice before acting, and don't be impatient."

After a while.

"His Majesty...."

"...You said that Qiaopifu, do you have any other cards that can break out in desperation and seek the last chance?"

"Even if there was, it's gone now."

Another moment later.

"His Majesty?"

"...This Immortal Sect is powerful, and the national power of Great Yan is declining. It was invincible 40 years ago, let alone now? It is easy to keep him alone, but what about afterward?"

After a while.

Thousands of thoughts flashed in Emperor Yonghe's eyes, and finally he just sighed slightly.

It is obvious that Jopiff is not a young man anymore, he has reached the age of forty, but why can he be so decisive?

In fact, he is also in his forties, but...

When Emperor Yonghe was young, he also witnessed the demeanor of the civil and military ministers who were scrambling to sacrifice their lives to face the national calamity. Gradually faded away, only constant planning, constant weighing of pros and cons....

"Then...you take action." After thinking about it, he finally made a decision.

In an instant, Chu Xing had a flying knife in his hand, and his hand was blurred.

laugh!

The cold light flashed past, across a long distance in an instant, and cut off Qiao Mu's burning right arm shoulder to shoulder!

Chu Xing let out a little breath.

He bent his knees a little, and was about to burst out his inner strength to perform light kung fu, and picked up Qiaopifu as fast as he could, but suddenly his movements froze and he stopped in place.

In the sky above Xuantian Temple, there is a female cultivator in fluttering white clothes, riding the wind and holding a sword.

She is slender and well-proportioned, with icy muscles and fine bones. While her temperament is refined, she also has the vigorous vitality of a martial artist.

Chu Xing didn't move anymore.

Because he knew that the time to save people... was gone.

Saint Wu Qingxin, as a disciple of Wu Shengren, was already a fourth-rank martial artist before joining the immortal sect. Now her cultivation level of immortal martial arts is unknown, but she must not be weak.

Standing up just now, it is still possible to secretly rescue people away without revealing his identity as much as possible by virtue of his extraordinary body skills and light kung fu.

but now....

Is it a slow step after all?

Now or never.

Chu Xing couldn't help but looked up at Emperor Yonghe, only to see him standing there in a daze, without saying a word.

.....................

Qiao Mu was already at the end of his blow, and he didn't realize what had cut off his arm.

The right arm, which was separated from the body, was swallowed by flames almost instantly, and the flesh and blood were burned to ashes.