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

What I saw and heard along the way was that the people's livelihood was very difficult and the people were in poverty. I unconsciously felt a sense of injustice in my heart. Even if I died many times in bloody battles, I could not completely eliminate the blockage in my heart.

"When a figure like Wu Shengren dies, everyone in the Wu Jihui is shattered. They feel like they are mourning their heirs. They can no longer fight." He said:

"And as the emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty, everyone in the world will look at you. If you also kneel down, it will only be effective, and people's hearts will be scattered."

"If you want to kneel down, it would be better to die like me."

The king of a country cannot kneel.

Just as in the eyes of warriors, the martial saint is not just the strongest martial artist, but the leader of the martial arts who represents the resistance to the immortal way, and entrusts their expectations for the martial arts to resist the immortal way.

If even the king kneels down, can he expect his subjects to fight to the death?

"This person really wants me to die..." Emperor Yonghe narrowed his eyes. Such words reminded him even more of the dead Qiao Pif.

He continued: "Even the martial saint who was so powerful that it exceeded the limits of a warrior is dead, so what's the use of your struggle now?"

Emperor Yonghe was talking about the Martial Saint, but he was also talking about his own situation.

The Martial Saint has been dormant for forty years, and his strength far exceeds that of the past, but he still ends up being easily turned into powder under the thunder of heaven.

As the Emperor of Great Yan, he had endured and compromised all the way until now. He was already exhausted and could not see any bright prospects. Now he was even more aware of the huge gap between him and the Immortal Sect.

"If I don't struggle, will I kneel down like you?" Qiao Mu said:

"If the martial arts leaders of this generation are not good enough, then the next generation, and the next generation after that... If the predecessors did not dare to sacrifice, and only knew how to compromise and kneel down, how can we expect the future generations to have the backbone?"

While saying this, Qiao Mu glanced past Emperor Yonghe and looked at the square outside the main hall.

On the big pit that was hit by lightning that day, Wu Shengren's body had long been turned into powder and no longer existed.

The pilgrims looked indifferent, sometimes sober and sometimes muddy, and they only knew how to dodge and fight instinctively.

The remaining seven or eight Wujihui assassins also looked numb and sad. They only relied on their fighting instincts and struggled to hold on under the siege of the immortal cultivators. They had already lost their fighting spirit.

Wu Shengren was the support and support in the hearts of these members of the Wuji Association, and when he died, it was the warriors of the Wuji Association who were in despair, making them cry that martial arts did not exist and that no one could fight against the immortal way anymore.

"Martial Saint is the bearer of martial arts, and he is already dead." Qiao Mu said:

"Then from now on, I, Qiao Zhong, will carry the cauldron for the martial arts, and I will be the leader of the martial arts!"

"A single tree cannot make a forest. If I can't do it, there will be others who will come after thousands of years."

The so-called martial arts leader is not just the top master in martial arts.

Living in this era where the Immortal Sect is superior, the martial arts leader naturally has to shoulder the expectations of the warriors and shoulder the heavy responsibility of using martial arts to fight against the Immortal Dao.

As it happens, Qiao Mu's shoulders are very strong.

Today, he saw the huge gap between immortality and martial arts, a gap that could not be bridged by the efforts of one or two generations.

Without him, the modern martial arts developed by the martial arts saint might have to continue for tens, hundreds or even thousands of years to gradually catch up with this gap.

But he is different.

As long as he dies a few times, he will eventually be able to transcend the long years of accumulation and stand at the top of the martial arts, defeating immortals with martial arts like today's martial saints.

"With my death, I can hopefully shorten the suffering of the people of this world from being tortured and exploited by aliens for hundreds of thousands of years... Isn't this worth the money?" This thought came to Qiao Mu's mind.

Since the Martial Saint is dead, from today onwards, he is determined to be the leader of the martial arts.

Chapter 112 Luck in the world

Carrying the cauldron for martial arts!

This is not a touching and heroic statement, because the previous martial arts leader, Wu Shengcai, had just died under the thunder of Elder Tianxing and turned into powder.

The martial saint has a fierce reputation all over the world, and he has long been the most powerful person in the martial arts.

But even he died so easily. At this time, talking about carrying the cauldron for martial arts in front of the immortals of Xuantian Sect, he obviously knew that there are tigers in the mountains and preferred to go to the tiger mountains.

The so-called martial artist who carries the cauldron does not mean he is the strongest, but it means shouldering a responsibility as heavy as a cauldron on his iron shoulders.

When Chu Huwei and others heard this, they only felt the tragic and heroic death of a martyr, but not the heroic spirit of soaring ambitions.

And at this time.

Suddenly there was a clanging sound of swords.

In Emperor Yonghe's arms, a faint earth-yellow light suddenly appeared.

The statues of the Xuantian Sect immortals on the altar all shook up and looked sideways again.

Only this time, their eyes did not look at the tree.

Because no matter how arrogant he makes, he is still just a mortal martial artist. Even if he really becomes the so-called leader of martial arts, so what?

The eyes of these immortals fell on the arms of Emperor Yonghe at this moment.

Emperor Yonghe looked calm and slowly took something out of his arms.

This is a sword.

A sword that ripples with light as thick as a mountain.

As the long sword was drawn out, the hundred immortals on the altar also fell silent, and there was no movement at all.

This is not because this sword has any earth-shattering power, enough to make the immortals of the Xuantian Sect who can easily kill the Martial Saint be afraid.

But on this sword, there was an indescribable aura that they did not want to mess with.

"This is the human king sword of the Taizu of this dynasty." Emperor Yonghe's eyes suddenly lit up at this moment, and his eye sockets even turned a little red.

When it comes to the so-called luck, even those who seek immortality find it elusive and elusive.

But this time he made a desperate move and agreed to Xuantian Sect's invitation to secretly come to Qingyun Temple to worship the gods. One of his so-called back-up tools was the former Emperor's sword.

"The late emperor's edict once talked about luck and national destiny. It seems that this is not a myth..."

Before the immortal cultivators intervened in the political affairs of the dynasty, the secular world of Kyushu was dominated by warriors.

The so-called emperor is naturally obtained by those with strong soldiers and horses.

The great ancestor of the Great Yan Dynasty in the past conquered the world on horseback. Not only did he have the most powerful army at the time, he was also the number one warrior in the world.

After Taizu passed away, his sword became the King's Sword enshrined in the temple. Like the Imperial Seal and the Kyushu Tripod, it became the co-owner of the human race and a symbol of the imperial power of the dynasty.

This was originally just a sword that was as sharp as clay. Although it was sharp, there was nothing magical about it.

Even though it was once at the top of Tingchao Tower's weapons list, after hundreds of years, no matter how sharp the sword is, it cannot withstand the erosion of time.

Therefore, this sword is no longer a weapon used by warriors to kill people. It is no longer sharp and only exists as a symbol.

One of the intentions of Emperor Yonghe when he agreed to worship the gods was to try to force himself, the emperor, into the most dangerous situation. He wanted to see if the so-called human king sword and the so-called theory of luck and national destiny were indeed true.

Placing his hopes on legends that he didn't know were true or false, in fact, he was almost at the end of his rope and had nothing else to rely on.

Compared with force... Today's imperial court is not even sure that it can deal with the Martial Saint, let alone the direct enemy of the Immortal Sect.

Emperor Yonghe looked at the statues of immortals who had fallen silent on the altar.

Now it seems that he made the right bet.

Next, we have to see how afraid the Immortal Sect is of messing with the luck of the country.

..

Above the clouds.

Elder Tianxing and others frowned unconsciously.

"Is this what Emperor Yonghe relies on? But he underestimates the great Yan Emperor."

As early as Emperor Yonghe suddenly became stubborn and stood up when they were about to execute Qiao Mu, they realized on a whim that something was wrong.

This does not conform to their impression of Emperor Yonghe.

Since he acted so abnormally, he must have something to rely on...

"The sword itself is just a mortal object, not worth mentioning. It seems that after many years of incense sacrifice, it has offended the luck of the emperor in the world..."

"Don't worry, the luck of the emperor is elusive. If you mess with it, it won't necessarily happen, and it won't necessarily affect the lifespan of our generation of immortal cultivators."

"Then you go and try?"

The elders were silent for a moment.

With their strength, if they ignored their luck and forced Emperor Yonghe to bow as before, they would naturally be able to do it.

It’s just... who will be the one to take the lead?

After all, one's own interests and the interests of the sect are not exactly the same thing.

Faced with unknown things that they have never been exposed to before, long-lived monks like them will naturally seek stability in their actions.

"...Emperor Yonghe's worship of gods is related to the great cause of incense. Should it be abandoned halfway?" Elder Sun frowned and said:

"Since none of you are willing, let Chi Yang, the deacon who is currently in the Taoist temple, try it."

"He took the sect's incense to help him practice. Although he is only a deacon, he is also one of the hundred immortals, so he naturally has to bear the responsibility."

The other elders also nodded in agreement.

Just when he was about to summon the Chiyang Taoist, Elder Tianxing's expression suddenly changed, and regardless of the previous discussion, he transformed into a rainbow and flew up.

"Elder Tianxing still has a fierce temper and has always acted vigorously and resolutely, but he actually took the initiative..."

Elder Sun sighed slightly, but then his expression changed and he noticed something strange.

I don't know when, above the clouds of Qingyun Temple, a green-robed Taoist figure appeared, and he stopped directly in front of Elder Xing that day, blocking him like this.

"Fellow Taoist Tianxing, and other Taoist friends from Xuantian Sect, are you okay?"

The green-robed Taoist stood above the clouds, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold.

"Friend Qing Dao of the Zhongzhou Dao Sect?"

Elder Sun and others suddenly changed their colors.

This time they acted without telling the other eight immortal sects, secretly leading Emperor Yonghe to this Taoist temple and asking him to worship the immortals. Therefore, they could take the top spot among the nine immortal sects and become the first to be worshiped by the Great Yan Emperor. Immortal Gate.

If the matter of eating alone was accomplished, he would talk about it later, but before it was accomplished, he was actually discovered by Dao Zongqing who was supposed to be far away in Zhongzhou?

"This must not be a coincidence..." Elder Sun's face darkened.

Each of the nine immortal sects occupies the territory of a state, builds Taoist temples, and accepts incense offerings from people in each state.

The Daodao Sect is an immortal sect located in Zhongzhou.

Although there is only one member of the Qing Taoist group, his arrival shows that their plan to hide the truth should have been exposed...

In this case, the leader of the Xuantian Sect in Zhongzhou, holding the sect's most precious Tengo Mirror in his hand, may be in danger...

Chapter 113 The legend of entering Taoism through martial arts (6k

"Fellow Taoists of Xuantian Sect, I won't talk nonsense with you."

Qingdao said coldly:

"The other seven immortal sects have also learned about your concealment, and what the headmaster of your sect did in Zhongzhou has also been exposed."

"Emperor Yonghe's worship of gods must end here."

Qing Taoist behaved very toughly, and his aura could even overwhelm the elders of Xuantian Sect at this moment.

Even Elder Tianxing, who had always had a violent temper, fell silent at this time and did not raise his voice.

The nine immortal sects each occupy one state. The southern state occupied by Xuantian Sect is mountainous and relatively inferior in terms of population and wealth.

Zhongzhou has many plains and is densely populated, and it is also the location of the imperial capital. The Daodao Sect that can occupy Zhongzhou is naturally extraordinary, and is even vaguely the first of the nine immortal sects.

In fact, the overall strength of Dao Dao Sect may not be the best among the nine immortal sects, but it is said that it has extraordinary sect background, which makes the other eight Immortal Sects fearful and can only give up the incense of Zhongzhou to Dao Dao Sect.

The Qing Dao people who appeared here naturally came on behalf of the Dao Sect, making them suddenly dwarfed by half.

This is not just a matter of differences in personal strength, and whether one should be justified or not.

After all, this is the Qingming Mountain Range, not far from the Xuantian Sect. Even if this Qing Taoist has advanced cultivation, it is difficult for him to defeat four hands with two fists.

If Elder Sun of the Xuantian Sect and others insist on making Emperor Yonghe worship God, although it is not impossible, the consequences must be carefully weighed.

After hearing the hidden meaning of the Taoist man's words, he realized that the headmaster of the Xuantian Sect, who was far away in Zhongzhou and held the sect's most precious treasure, had become his bargaining chip.

If you eat alone without telling the other eight immortal sects, and you are discovered when you are about to eat it, the consequences will be serious.