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

Qiao Mu's hair stood on end, he knew this face.

Ever since he was burned alive by the saint Wu Qingxin, he had memorized the names of the Xuantian Sect immortals in the temple.

The giant face in the clouds in the sky is vaguely similar to the Tianxing Immortal beside the Xuantian Immortal. It is the immortal god in charge of thunder punishment in the Xuantian Sect immortal god legend passed down by mortals.

The so-called heavenly punishment means punishment on behalf of heaven!

Following the gaze of those giant cloud faces.

A biting storm swept across, and no matter how hard these Wujihui warriors tried, they could not break through this seemingly short distance.

There seemed to be an invisible storm barrier in front of Emperor Yonghe. No matter how they threw hidden weapons or cut out swords, they were all shattered to pieces in front of the invisible storm barrier, leaving nothing behind.

Even the Martial Saint, who had broken through the obstacles of the immortal cultivators with overwhelming force, was slowing down sharply at this moment, as if he was stuck in an invisible quagmire.

"It's Elder Tianxing!" Chiyang Taoist finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment and his expression calmed down.

"Elder Tianxing is the elder in charge of punishment in the sect. Although he has a violent temper, his strength is beyond doubt."

"This Emperor Yonghe God Worship Ceremony is of great importance, so naturally there will be elders taking charge."

...

Above the clouds.

Several Xuantian Sect council elders were looking down at the scene in the Taoist temple.

From the beginning to the end, their expressions did not change much. Only when the Martial Saint suddenly rose up and killed the Qingyang Taoist, a look of anger flashed across several of their faces.

As elders of the Immortal Sect, they relied on their status before the elders and did not compete with the younger generation for credit, so they went to surround and kill the martial saint. But now that Qingyang is dead, the nature of the matter has changed.

"Heavenly Punishment, it's up to you to take action. You are good at the Five Thunder Methods and have a huge momentum, which is suitable for handling such a matter." Elder Sun closed his eyes slightly and said:

"Although Qingyang is only a deacon of the outer sect and will die when he dies, he is after all a practitioner of our immortal sect in the secular world."

"This matter is related to the face of our Xuantian Sect. We must use the power of thunder to kill the Martial Saint quickly!"

Although the two Taoists Chiyang and Qingyang are in the same hall as Elder Sun, Elder Tianxing, and the headmaster of the Immortal Sect, the so-called immortals are naturally divided into superiors and inferiors.

If the headmaster Xuantian Immortal is the "Emperor" among the immortals in the hall, then Chiyang Qingyang can only be regarded as the most peripheral courtier and working deacon.

As deacons of the Immortal Sect, Chiyang Qingyang and other Taoists have powers beyond ordinary martial arts. In the opinion of the elders of Xuantian Sect, they are enough to suppress the secular world.

Their existence is the practitioners of the Immortal Sect in the secular world, and they also represent the face of the Immortal Sect.

It would be fine if they died in a fight between immortal cultivators, but they must not die in the hands of mortals!

Otherwise, Xuantian Sect will definitely become the laughing stock of the other eight immortal sects.

Now that things are settled, we can only... use the most dazzling way to replant the iron rule of "the difference between immortals and mortals is insurmountable" in the hearts of mortals!

at this moment.

The giant face of the clouds the size of mountains high in the sky looked down, looking down at the human martial saint.

"Any mortal who kills an immortal should be punished by five thunders, and his body and soul will be destroyed." His voice was like rolling thunder, deafening.

The words fell.

It was as if endless blazing white electric light broke through the billowing dark clouds, like dazzling swords, chopping down.

Just for a moment.

The Martial Saint's body was already submerged in the ocean of lightning, and the dazzling light made it impossible to open one's eyes.

Along with the pilgrims who were slightly closer, and several people from Wu Jihui, they were all submerged in it in an instant and disappeared without a trace.

Dazzling electric light illuminated the dark sky.

At this moment, the martial saint who was being punished amidst the rolling thunder naturally became the focus of everyone's attention.

In the rolling thunder light, the superficial skin and flesh instantly turned into pitch black charcoal under the thunder. The flesh and blood all over Wu Shengren's body continued to explode and squirm, as if trying to repair the injury.

He opened his mouth wide, as if he was shouting something to the sky, but all the sounds were drowned in the rolling thunder and could not be heard clearly.

His eyes were looking far away in the direction of the main hall. This glance seemed to be looking at Emperor Yonghe, or at the trees, or maybe not looking at anyone, but looking at the statues of immortals and gods in the main hall.

Boom!

His three to four meter tall, muscular body was reduced to charcoal under the lightning that day, and was instantly submerged in the lightning.

The thunder suddenly stopped, and the dazzling light suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Also disappearing was the Martial Saint with angry hair and shouting "The winner is an immortal".

Under the thunder of heaven, he turned into powder and disappeared into ashes.

The whole sky and earth suddenly became silent, the surging dark clouds quickly receded, and the sun shone on the earth again.

A ray of sunlight casts down, illuminating the Taoist temple on the mountain below.

The square in front of the main hall was now torn apart, leaving only a terrifying giant crater in its place. Wu Shengren no longer existed.

"Finally..." Taoist Chiyang breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he thought that there might be an elder watching above him, he straightened his back quickly and returned to his usual aloof and immortal appearance.

After a brief silence, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted:

"The Martial Saint offends his superiors and offends God. He is struck by five thunders, turned into powder, and both body and spirit are destroyed!"

Among the pilgrims, the lame old man looked fanatical and shouted loudly.

"Have a good death!"

"There are no more martial saints in the world. That kind of man-eating evil demon should have been struck by five thunders long ago!"

The crowd gradually became louder.

Among the crowd, the few surviving martial arts masters who practiced martial arts had blank eyes.

At this moment, they were among the crowd and the sun was shining brightly, but they felt a coldness and fear that penetrated into their bones.

Wu Shengren is dead?

His death was as sudden and unexpected as the death of Immortal Qingyang.

"This is impossible...how could the Martial Saint die?"

"He is the leader of martial arts, our martial arts' greatest hope against foreigners..."

"I joined the Wuji Association because I wanted to see when this stranger would die one day, but now..."

The strength of the god-refining warriors lies in their unswerving mind.

But at this moment when their minds were shaken, their strength was greatly reduced.

How excited they were just now, now they are so desperate.

The martial saint used his fists to give them a faint hope of defeating the immortals with force.

But just a moment later, Wu Shengren used his own death to let them see the difference between immortals and mortals!

"If even the martial saint dies, easily succumbing to the thunder of another person, then what's the point of practicing martial arts for so many years..."

The Martial Saint is not a single person, but a collection of the most powerful martial arts masters of the previous generation.

This fact has spread rapidly across the land of Nanzhou with the spread of Tingchao Tower, and has become the hottest secret in recent times.

In the contemporary martial arts world, martial arts saints are unparalleled and unrivaled. This is an undoubted fact.

How strong the Martial Saint is, how desperate the people in these Martial Arts Association feel at this moment.

His death in battle was not his own death, but represented the death of the martial arts leader and the failure of martial arts.

"The winner is an immortal, and the loser is a demon?" A misty voice echoed above the clouds.

"Is this what they call a martial saint?"

Chapter 110 Are you worthy of cultivating immortality? (3k

The martial saint who was still arrogant just now, clamoring to compete with the immortals, was already reduced to ashes under the thunder of heaven, with no ashes left.

The endless arrogance before was all gone at this moment.

For a martial artist, what is the cruelest thing in the world?

It was Wu Shengren, the leader of martial arts in the world who had the most powerful force in the world. He had just given them a glimmer of false hope, but now he died unexpectedly.

That glimmer of hope was gone in the blink of an eye.

To a martial artist, a martial saint is like the fierce sun that lights up the sky in an instant.

If they had never seen the light, perhaps they could continue to endure the darkness.

And when the scorching sun in the hearts of the warriors also fell, all the heroic words and aspirations in their hearts disappeared at this time.

The Martial Saint is an unparalleled genius, a martial arts leader who became a leader after bloodbathing half of the martial arts world, and a collection of the most powerful martial arts masters of the previous generation.

But if he dies too, and even dies so easily...how can they fight against the immortal cultivators? Beat him on the head?

"Haha, after fifty years of hard training in martial arts, I finally entered the path of refining the gods. Now I realize that I was on the wrong path from the beginning..."

"I am not willing to give in. If I also have spiritual roots, if I also have the qualifications for immortality, I can also become an immortal in the eyes of the world..." The assassin from Wujihui looked like he was laughing maniacally, waving the sword in his hand and heading towards Emperor Yonghe.

Even before Chu Guards took action, the invisible storm barrier surrounding Emperor Yonghe shattered his figure into pieces, and his broken limbs were scattered with flesh and blood.

A third-level god-refining warrior died more lightly than the death of the martial saint.

Elder Tianxing is no longer in the mountain at this time.

After taking care of a martial saint, he hung up and stopped taking action.

Except for one martial saint, the rest of the warriors are all local chickens and dogs, and they have to be dealt with by Chiyang Taoist and others.

If he, an elder, has to do such small things personally, what use does the Immortal Sect need a deacon?

But even so, the protective spell he left behind still left the third-level god-refining warrior helpless.

"What are you doing standing still? Follow me and kill these ordinary warriors who have committed crimes below." Chiyang Taoist regained his previous calmness and gave orders.

These immortal cultivators once again used magic weapons or talismans, and rainbow lights flew up.

"Kill!" The assassins of Wu Jihui looked sad. Their minds were shaken violently by the death of Wu Shengren just now. At this time, they drew their swords and looked around at a loss. They didn't even know what they should do. What else could they do?

Wujihui is an organization established by Wu Shengren. On the surface, it is to collect martial arts from all over the world and pursue the ultimate in martial arts. In fact, it is to use martial arts to fight against immortality.

But now, the martial saints are all dead, and they died so easily and normally, which makes them at a loss. They just rely on instinct to avoid the talisman fire and flying swords of the immortal cultivators.

The leader of the organization died suddenly, and the purpose of the organization was proved to be a mirror image. What else could they do?

Even Emperor Yonghe, who stood on the opposite side of Wu Shengren, inevitably felt the sadness of the rabbit dying and the fox pitting himself in his heart.

The existence of this martial arts leader represents the ultimate of mortals.

But now that he is dead, does this mean that... the era of martial arts has passed and martial arts no longer exist in the world?

Qiao Mu watched this scene in silence.

He has the power of immortality and is not afraid of death.

Therefore, even at this critical moment, you can still calmly watch the six directions, listen in all directions, and observe the movements around you.

When the thunder covered the sky and turned the Martial Saint into dust, he also took in the world after the thunder.

He saw the lame old man and other people cheering and celebrating, saw the assassins of the Wu Ji Society draw their swords and look around in confusion, and saw the Chiyang Immortal quietly straighten his back and ordered the other cultivators to surround him.

The death of the Martial Saint turned the situation around in an instant, shocking everyone.

"The Martial Saint is dead..." Qiao Mu sighed in his heart.

He also found it hard to believe that the Martial Saint would die so easily, but things in the world are never as expected...

"Martial Saint, my Martial Saint... What does his death have to do with me? The demon is disintegrating!"

In a flash, Qiao Mu's blood was boiling, and he stomped his feet hard and rushed towards the direction of Emperor Yonghe.

Bang! Bang!

At the moment of performing the Heavenly Demon Disintegration, the fist-sized strange flesh and blood on his chest was vibrating faintly, and a warm current rushed through the meridians of his body with the explosion of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration.

At this moment, his body speed suddenly increased a lot, and his body brought a gust of wind just by running, so fast that he almost disappeared in the eyes of ordinary people.

"There is another assassin? Hmm... so fast, what rank is this?" Guard Chu was surprised.

The upper third-rank spiritual warrior is actually the fourth martial art besides the power technique.