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

He just satisfies his desire to become stronger while doing some good deeds in the eyes of others.

That's all.

He was never a selfless moral saint, he always had selfish motives.

But so what?

Is it wrong to want to show off to others as a chivalrous hero, and to hoe the strong and support the weak to act chivalrously and righteously? Is this wrong?

"If you are not confused at age 40, you should understand your own heart, not be deceived by external things and outsiders, and have your own principles."

"And the truth I insist on..."

Qiao Mu looked around and glanced at the people around him.

There were pilgrims and people watching from a distance who didn't know what was going on, including the livid-faced fifth-rank official, and even the female cultivator Mingyue, who was huddled behind the crowd and stared at her coldly.

When he just had a conflict with the Taoist people at the gate of the Taoist temple, even the officials and people of Dayan did not stand on his side and pointed fingers at him.

But what if you are not understood, ridiculed by everyone, and regarded as a reckless fool?

He is immortal and he just wants to stick to his principles!

"The world is dark, officials collude, the court is exhausted, and the immortal sect is hypocritical..."

"But I insist on practicing morality, I insist on hoeing the strong and supporting the weak, I insist on speaking out for the weak and fighting until death!"

"Don't accept it? Come up if you don't accept it! Beat me to death!!!" Qiao Mu held a spear and charged into the crowd again, laughing wildly.

Such an arrogant and wanton posture made Emperor Yonghe, who had been watching from a distance, shrink his pupils slightly and his hands behind his back trembled slightly.

Chapter 79 Please suffer death! (6k, 3-in-1

The commotion caused by the tree at the entrance of the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain has become huge, causing too many people to stop and watch.

After all, Wu Fu forced his way into Xuantian Temple and killed the green-eyed flying tiger of the Immortal Sect. Such a thing cannot be said to be rare, it is simply unheard of.

But on the back mountain behind Xuantian Temple, it was still calm.

The morning light is dim, and the sun is shining among the mountains and forests.

A young Taoist priest in Tsing Yi walked slowly on the road, stepping on the low grass, and his trouser legs were wet with dew from the grass beside the road.

The waterfall on the edge of the cliff hangs like a curtain of water, making a loud roar when it hits the small lake below.

There are also cranes preening their feathers by the lake. As the young Taoist priest in Tsing Yi approaches, koi carps in the lake jump out of the water in groups, as if they are going to jump up the cliff against the waterfall.

The melodious sound of the guqin came from somewhere in the distance, and the sound of the guqin flowed into the Taoist's ears like gurgling water.

Under the big tree by the lake, two middle-aged Taoists were playing chess in front of the chessboard. No one said anything, they just looked at the chessboard quietly.

Although the two Taoists playing chess are middle-aged, their faces are kind and kind-hearted, and they are somewhat fairy-like. They look like mountain gods coming out of a painting, which makes people feel good about them.

This is a peaceful and peaceful scene, like a fairyland, which is indeed in line with the world's imagination of immortals.

It's just in stark contrast to the noisy Xuantianguanmen street at the foot of the mountain.

The mountains and the mountains are like two separate worlds.

"Are the two senior brothers still playing chess here?" The young Taoist in Tsing Yi smiled and walked over.

"An interesting thing happened at the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain. Senior brothers, don't you want to go and see it?"

"Oh? What's the matter?" The Taoist on the left looked up.

"Don't be distracted and continue playing chess." The expression of the Taoist on the right remained unchanged, his eyes still looking at the chessboard.

Taoist Qing Yi said:

"A common warrior came down from the foot of the mountain and wanted to break into Xuantian Temple."

"Oh." The Taoist on the left suddenly lost interest and turned his attention back to the chessboard.

None of them asked what kind of trouble this mortal warrior had caused, and no one asked what level of strength this warrior had.

They are all ordinary people anyway, so it doesn’t matter.

"Two senior brothers, don't you care that this warrior forced his way into the Taoist temple? After all, this is related to the incense of our immortal sect." The young Taoist in Tsing Yi said with a smile.

"Junior brother, your time of cultivating Taoism is still short and you have little experience." The Taoist on the left said calmly:

"He's just a martial artist, he can't accomplish anything, otherwise he would be looking down on our Xuantian Sect."

"Besides, aren't there a group of martial slaves guarding the door of the Taoist temple?"

"...Wu Nu?" The young Taoist seemed to have heard such a statement for the first time.

"He is a handyman Taoist who practices martial arts." The Taoist on the left chuckled:

"A bunch of ordinary warriors think that by changing into Taoist robes, they can enter my immortal sect and be on equal footing with us?"

"Oh, junior brother, you are different. We are official disciples of the sect, so naturally we are different from ordinary people."

The young Taoist priest in Qingyi hesitated:

"But they are under my Immortal Sect after all. The warrior who broke in is not too weak. If these handymen die and break into the Xuantian Temple..."

"What do you care about?" the Taoist on the left said:

"Before you enter the immortal world, you are still a mayfly that lives and dies in the end. If you die, you will die."

Immortal cultivators may stay in retreat for a few months or a few years.

Elders of immortal sects with higher cultivation levels may even stay in seclusion for ten, eight, or even decades at a time.

Most mortals cannot survive more than a year, and seventy years of life is rare in ancient times.

Warriors can generally live a little longer, but they are still within the realm of mortals. In the eyes of real immortal cultivators, they are just bigger bugs.

"It's just a bunch of martial slaves. It doesn't matter if they die. There are enough warriors who are willing to join my immortal sect as slaves and servants. Oh... I have to call the gatekeeper disciples."

"Besides, these martial slaves are not that simple." Having said this, the Taoist on the left side of the chessboard became a little more interested:

"Twenty years ago, I traveled to Zhongzhou and passed by a small city. The lord of that city was a warrior."

"According to their mortal terms, it seems to be a sixth grade?"

"Forget it, it's not important...The warrior accidentally saw me casting a spell. Guess what?"

"He thought that his opportunity had come, and he had to kneel down to worship me as his teacher and teach me the immortal way. He also insisted on dedicating his wife and children to me... Of course I didn't have the time to spare, so I left directly."

"Then another year passed and I returned to that city by chance. Guess what?"

"That warrior killed his wife and children. He said that he wanted to kill his wife to prove his Taoism. It was just because he thought that my refusal was a test for him. He felt that he was not able to cultivate as an immortal because his fate in earthly life was not over!"

The Taoist on the left laughed as he talked.

"These martial slaves and ordinary warriors are all the same." The Taoist priest on the right who had been silent also interjected:

"Why do we need to take action to eradicate the martial artist who breaks into the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain? If we don't take action, those martial slaves will think that we are testing their Taoist aspirations."

The two Taoists who were playing chess looked at each other and smiled heartily.

"What's more, isn't the bright moon under the mountain?"

"Mingyue? Oh, the servant who raised the spiritual beasts for the Saint."

Mentioning Mingyue, these Taoists all had expressions on their faces that were half-smiling but not smiling.

"Ming Yue has only been a member of Xuantian Sect for more than ten or twenty years. How can he cultivate his way?"

"Although she has spiritual roots, she is impetuous and has poor cultivation. Because of this, she is just a servant of the saint who raises spiritual beasts..."

"I heard that she is favored by the saint. I think the saint also gave her talismans and other self-defense objects. No matter how bad her cultivation is, she will not be unable to deal with a common warrior."

At this time, the young Taoist priest in Qingyi interrupted:

"Speaking of which, the saint's spiritual beast, the tiger cub, rushed down the mountain and was beheaded by the mortal warrior."

Speaking of this, the two Taoists playing chess were slightly moved.

"Saint... Is she still in retreat?"

"I see... the turmoil at the foot of the mountain is probably caused by Mingyue."

"What happened to her? Haha."

"What is she doing? Playing chess."

The Taoists concentrated on playing chess again, no longer chatting, and ignored the commotion at the entrance of the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain.

The mountain has returned to its previous peace and tranquility, like a fairyland.

At the foot of the mountain, there is the entrance to Xuantian Temple.

With the demon disintegrated, Qiao Mu's whole body's energy and blood almost boiled. He was laughing wildly with a spear in his hand.

Such a gesture, such bold words, let alone Emperor Yonghe who knew him.

Even the pilgrims and people in the distance who didn't know the truth were unconsciously dazzled and thought to themselves: What a heroic figure!

Although Qiao Mu made bold words, he also used his battlefield marksmanship.

But he also encountered obstacles that he had never encountered before.

In the past, Qiao Mu had gained a reputation in Yancheng by fighting one against the crowd many times in the name of the Qiao family and his son.

Later, when he assassinated the city lord's palace in the street, the city lord's guards were already afraid and did not dare to fight with him.

But this time is different.

Qiao Pif's name is not very famous in Heyang City.

After discussing government affairs and insulting the emperor before, his name was only spread in the ears of some local officials and nearby people, and he was not yet a famous person.

These Taoists at the gate of Xuantian Temple were not only stronger than the original guards of the City Lord's Mansion, but some of them also had a fanaticism in their eyes that Qiao Mu could not understand.

"The thief An dares to break into the important place of my immortal sect!"

"A vulgar martial artist who dares to disturb the peace of the Immortal Sect shall be punished!"

"I don't need the senior brothers on the mountain to take action, I can destroy you!"

Although most of these handymen could not be called fighting to the death, they were quite hardworking, and were much better than the guards of the Yancheng City Lord's Mansion who did not work hard at the beginning.

"Suffer death! I, Chen Fei, must eradicate your traitor today!" A burly Taoist who was as big as an iron tower roared loudly, his voice was like thunder, and he was full of energy.

But after this roar, he couldn't help but glance at the direction of the mountain behind, and then bravely rushed forward.

The other Taoists were startled at first, and then they all understood.

"I, Chen Shan, am willing to die for the Immortal Sect and kill this rude and barbaric warrior!"

"I, Wang Ming, will kill this murderer even if I shed my last drop of blood for my sect today!"

"I, Liu Ziming, am also willing to go through fire and water for the Immortal Sect..."

These sounds made Qiao Mu's eyes twitch slightly.

As someone who often writes death reviews, he is somewhat familiar with these lines.

"Are you showing it to their top brother? Are you here to brush up on me?"

Qiao Mu sneered, and the spear in his hand stabbed out like electricity, piercing the two martial arts practitioners with one blow.

His performance can really kill people, and he has indeed saved people.

Whether these Taoists are just shouting slogans to show off their faces, or whether they are really determined to fight to the death...Qiao Mu actually doesn't care.

"kill!"

He rushed forward with a gun, and the energy in his body continued to burst out, and blood oozed out from the pores on his body again.

There was a muffled sound.

A strong Taoist who was as big as an iron tower slapped the side of Qiao Mu's spear head, and with great force, Qiao Mu's spear was tilted to the ground. He wore metal traps on his hands and looked coldly. It was the Taoist who spoke first, Chen Fei.

Is it really a bit of a bargain?

After the previous confrontation, Qiao Mu also roughly figured out the level of this strong Taoist.

Qiao Mu is currently entering the sixth level for the first time. He only relies on the disintegration and explosion of the demon, and his inner energy explodes exponentially. The inner energy that this sturdy Taoist just burst out is only slightly worse than him. He is estimated to be a warrior in the late sixth level.

"Sixth-grade warriors have to beg for mercy from the Immortal Sect. Are they all gatekeepers?"