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

"I don't know if the martial saint will come today? If he comes, it would be best..."

Clang clang clang.

The melodious bell rang three times, startling countless birds, and even the clouds and mist in the mountains seemed to be dispersed.

And Emperor Yonghe, who was among the crowd of pilgrims, had also 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 incense in the cauldron. The fragrance floats far into the sky and curls into the blue clouds.

In the main hall of Qingyun Temple, there are hundreds of memorial tablets of Xuantian Sect immortals.

The person in the main position is the contemporary Xuantian Sect leader, and the tablet reads "The Great Virtue and Mighty Xuantian Immortal."

Although the two Taoists Chiyang and Qingyang who were guarding him these days also had memorial tablets, they were only at the bottom of the inconspicuous corner of the hall.

"There are over a hundred immortals from the Xuantian Sect..." Emperor Yonghe suddenly felt extremely heavy in his heart:

"How can the Great Yan Imperial Court become enemies with the immortals of the Xuantian Sect?"

Of course Emperor Yonghe knew that cooperating with the Xuantian Sect was tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger, a dangerous act of walking on a tightrope on a cliff.

But he still made a decision.

But decision-making is one thing. When things come to a close, thinking that as the Great Yan Emperor, he has to kowtow to the immortals of the Xuantian Sect, he still feels an unspeakable feeling of powerlessness in his heart.

Even at this time, Emperor Yonghe was only worshiping as an ordinary pilgrim, not as Emperor Dayan, worshiping God openly.

Thinking of this, he slowed down a little.

"Emperor Yonghe, since you have seen all the immortals, why don't you worship them?"

At this moment, such a misty voice suddenly sounded.

Emperor Yonghe was startled for a moment, then turned back in horror.

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

Guard Chu behind him suddenly widened his eyes.

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

I don’t know when.

The main hall, which was originally bustling with people, suddenly became quiet.

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

"Why don't you worship?"

To the left of Emperor Yonghe, a middle-aged woman suddenly turned her head, her expression equally indifferent.

"Why don't you worship?"

"Why don't you worship?"

"Why don't you worship?"

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

The faces of these vast crowds 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 all the faces are condescending, looking down at the world.

At this moment, Emperor Yonghe, who was clearly among 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 was not only fear of unknown means, but also overflowing anger.

The methods of immortal cultivators are ever-changing. If they encounter methods that mortals like them cannot understand, it is probably the immortal cultivators who are doing it behind the scenes.

And this time...

"On the surface, I was hiding from the truth and allowed me to come to Nanzhou Qingyun Temple from the Imperial Capital of Zhongzhou."

"When we get to Xuantian Sect's territory, am I not the one who can make the decision?"

Emperor Yonghe felt a bit of sadness in his heart.

His cooperation with the Xuantian Sect of the Immortal Sect was actually just that he paid homage to the immortals of the Xuantian Sect as an ordinary pilgrim.

Emperor Yonghe thought that the Xuantian Sect must have thought this was a gap and would slowly expand it in the future. Anyway, immortal cultivators had plenty of time.

But when the matter came to a head, the immortal cultivators of Xuantian Sect were obviously not satisfied. They used the words of the pilgrims and common people to reveal his identity as Emperor of Dayan?

When this thought arose in his mind, the fists originally gathered in his sleeves clenched unconsciously.

"Your Majesty, please worship God!"

"Your Majesty, please worship God!"

At first, only one or two people spoke, and then the number of voices increased and became more and more unified.

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

Emperor Yonghe's complexion also began to turn slightly pale, and he could neither advance nor retreat for a while.

As the saying goes, what is pointed out by thousands of people will end without any disease.

The gazes and words of these thousands of pilgrims no longer belong to these mortal pilgrims themselves, but are the reflection of the will of the immortal cultivators of the Xuantian Sect.

These thousands of gazes and thousands of voices naturally formed a huge pressure like a mountain, bending the back and knees of Emperor Yonghe and kneeling down in front of the immortals of the Xuantian Sect!

far away.

Taoist Chiyang and Taoist Qingyang looked at this scene with smiles.

"How can a mortal emperor know the myriad tricks of my Immortal Sect?"

"The momentum is set."

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

These believers go up to the mountain to worship gods almost every day, and they have already planted a seed in their hearts by the immortal cultivators.

When the time is right, the seeds will sprout.

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

And at this moment.

As thousands of pilgrims shouted in unison, the few silent pilgrims among the crowd became more and more conspicuous.

Chiyang Taoist and others did not care whether people from Wujihui would sneak in and affect today's events.

Because these pilgrims who worship gods have long been their people, how could a drop of oil from Wujihui get mixed into the clear water?

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

"Your Majesty, please worship God!"

In the midst of the unanimous shouts of the pilgrims that shook the sky.

Emperor Yonghe's spine and knees were trembling slightly.

At this moment, a humble-looking pilgrim in the crowd suddenly stretched his muscles and bones, and a sound like beans being fried came from his whole body.

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

"Nonsence!"

This sound was not loud, but it faintly overwhelmed the chorus of the thousands of pilgrims, interrupting the unified rhythm of these thousands of voices.

A mouthful of thick phlegm spurted out from the pilgrim's mouth, like a sharp arrow from the string, directly toward Emperor Yonghe among the crowded crowd.

Chapter 108 Retrograde Killing of Immortals (3k

When thousands of pilgrims shouted in unison, everyone in Wuji Hui was exposed, which 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 the air, flying a long distance and extremely fast.

The first person to react was to always pay attention to the guards of the God Refining Warrior Chu around him.

The hairs all over his body stood up, and the instinct in his heart immediately warned him. He moved his hand slightly, and already 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 feet and suddenly threw Emperor Yonghe who was standing there aside.

call out!

When the flying knife hit the thick phlegm, a big hole was punched out of the metal blade in an instant. It emitted white steam while it was still in the air. When the flying knife hit the ground, only half of the broken handle was left.

"Martial Saint, 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 Saint Wu, a gutter rat who has been dormant for forty years, is here. It can be said to be a double happiness!"

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

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

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

In a flash.

The mouthful of thick phlegm penetrated the layers of flames and hit the golden bell, making a loud bang. It actually cracked the golden bell and flew dozens of meters away.

Taoist Qingyang's face changed slightly, and a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat.

The magic weapon was broken by a blow from the thick phlegm, which shocked him.

Taoist Chiyang also let out a slight sigh, seeming quite surprised.

"The leader of martial arts among mortals..."

"From a mortal perspective, this is indeed quite astonishing. It seems that progress has indeed been made in the past few decades. It's a pity... you have entered the devil's path and should be punished!"

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

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 the home court of Xuantian Sect, so although Taoist Chiyang and others were surprised, they could not be cowed.

Even if they can't stand it, there are still teachers behind them, so who is afraid?

Qiao Mu stood among the crowd of pilgrims, his eyes moving slightly.

As one of the assassins who was temporarily recruited into the group, he did not know the overall plan, nor did he know whether Wu Shengren would personally take action.

But he knew the general direction of the plan.

Once a strong man like Wu Shengren takes action, he will definitely be the focus of the Xuantian Sect cultivators and will attract the most attention.

Of course, this is the home court of Xuantian Sect, 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 the chicken and kill Emperor Yonghe in one fell swoop.

What Qiao Mu and others are waiting for is an opportunity.

Immortal cultivators have always been aloof. Ever since they defeated the Martial Saint forty years ago, they have never looked down upon ordinary martial artists.

And this is where their opportunity lies.

When the Martial Saint uses martial arts to defeat the immortals, it will inevitably cause a shock to the immortal sect. At that time, it will be the best time for the assassins to take action!

Opportunities only exist in a moment.

It’s the same whether it’s Qiao Mu or Wu Shengren!

at this moment.

There are more than ten rainbow lights rising into the sky. They are immortal cultivators from the Xuantian Sect, either stepping on flying swords or sitting on gourds and other magic weapons, looking down at the martial saint who is coming out of the crowd.

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

"I am a demon, so you are an immortal?"

He took a deep breath, and the ground around him naturally formed a strong suction force, picking up the fallen leaves around him.

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

His long hair is casually draped over his shoulders, and his hair is thick and gray like that of a middle-aged and elderly person, making it difficult to judge his specific age.

At this moment, he was standing facing the Xuantian Sect cultivators in mid-air, his figure like a towering mountain towering on the earth.

"Whether it is a demon or a fairy, the winner has the final say!" He opened his mouth and roared, and the rolling sound waves seemed to distort the atmosphere, making the indifferent pilgrims around him hug their heads and scream.

"You're quite bold." Taoist Qingyang's eyes turned cold and he pointed a finger.

call out!