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

The so-called Heavenly Punishment refers to punishment on behalf of the heavens!

Following the gaze of the giant faces of the clouds.

No matter how hard these martial arts fighters tried, they couldn't 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 the light of their knives, they were smashed to pieces in front of the invisible storm barrier, leaving nothing behind.

Even Wu Shengren, who broke through the barriers of the immortal cultivators like a bamboo, his speed dropped sharply at this moment, as if he was trapped in an invisible quagmire.

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

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

"This time the Yonghe Emperor's God Worship Ceremony is of great importance, so there will naturally be elders sitting in charge."

.........

above the cloud.

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

From the beginning to the end, their expressions didn't change much, only when the martial sage suddenly violently killed the Taoist Qingyang, there was a sullen look on the faces of several people.

As the elders of the Xianmen, they relied on their status before the elders, and did not compete with the younger generation for credit, and 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 do it. You are good at the five thunders rectification method, and you are very powerful. You are suitable for dealing with such things." Elder Sun closed his eyes slightly and said:

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

"This matter concerns my Xuantian Sect's face, we must kill that martial sage quickly with a thunderbolt!"

Although the two Taoists Chiyang and Qingyang are in the same hall as Elder Sun, Elder Tianxing, and the head teacher of Xianmen, the so-called immortals naturally have their own distinctions.

If Immortal Xuantian, the head teacher, is the "emperor" among the immortals in the hall, then Chiyang Qingyang can only be regarded as the most marginal courtiers and working deacons.

As deacons of the Immortal Gate, Chiyang Qingyang and other Taoists all have powers that surpass ordinary warriors. In the eyes of the elders of Xuantianzong, they are enough to suppress the secular world.

Their existence is the walker of Xianmen in the secular world, and also represents the face of Xianmen.

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

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

Now that the matter is done, we can only... use the most dazzling way to re-plant the iron rule of "the insurmountable difference between immortals and mortals" in the hearts of mortals!

at this moment.

The giant face of the mountain-sized clouds above the sky looked down, looking down at the martial saint in the world.

"If anyone kills an immortal, he shall be punished by the five thunderbolts, and his body and spirit will be destroyed." His voice was also like rolling thunder, deafening.

The voice fell.

Like endless blazing electric lights piercing through the billowing dark clouds, they fell down like dazzling sharp swords.

Just a moment.

The martial sage's body was already submerged in the sea of ​​lightning, and the dazzling light made it impossible to open his eyes.

Even the pilgrims who were a little closer around them, and several people from the Wujihui were all submerged in it in an instant and disappeared without a trace.

Dazzling electric lights illuminated the dark sky.

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

Amidst the rolling thunder, the flesh and blood on the surface instantly turned into pitch-black coke under the thunder. The flesh and blood all over the body of Wu Sheng was constantly exploding and wriggling, as if trying to repair the injury.

He opened his mouth wide, as if he was shouting something to the sky, but all the voices were drowned in the rolling thunder, and he couldn't hear clearly at all.

His eyes looked in the direction of the hall from afar, and this glance seemed to be looking at Emperor Yonghe, or looking at the trees, or he didn't look at anyone, and was staring at the statues of immortals in the hall.

Boom!

His three to four meter tall, muscular body turned into charcoal under the thunder that day, and was submerged in the thunder in an instant.

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

Also disappearing just then was the furious Wu Shengren who shouted "The winner will be immortal".

Under the thunder, he had been reduced to ashes and disappeared.

The whole world suddenly fell silent, the turbulent dark clouds quickly receded, and the sun shone on the earth again.

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

The square in front of the main hall has been torn apart at this moment, leaving only a terrifying giant pit in place, and Wu Shengren no longer exists.

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

But when he thought that there might be an elder watching from above his head, he quickly straightened his back and returned to his previous tall fairy appearance.

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

"Wu sages from below offend the superiors, offend the heavens, suffer five thunderbolts, turn into ashes, and destroy both body and spirit!"

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

"Die well!"

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

The voices gradually became louder.

But among the crowd, the few surviving Wu Ji masters who practiced martial arts were all blank.

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

Wu Shengren is dead?

His death was as abrupt as that of the Qingyang Immortal.

"It's impossible...how could Saint Wu die?"

"He is the leader of martial arts, the best hope of our martial arts masters against aliens..."

"I joined the Martial Arts Association because one day I wanted to see when this strange person would die, but now..."

The strength of martial arts masters lies in their unwavering mind.

But when their minds were shaken, their strength had already been greatly reduced.

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

Wu Shengren used his fists to let them see the faint hope of defeating the immortal with Wu Wu.

But after a while, Wu Shengren used his own death to let them see the difference between immortals and ordinary people!

"If even the martial sages are dead and easily died under the thunder of aliens, then what's the use of us practicing martial arts for so many years..."

Wu Shengren is not a single person, but a collection of martial arts powerhouses from the previous generation.

This fact, with the spread of Tingchaolou, has spread rapidly in the land of Nanzhou, and has become the hottest secret recently.

In contemporary martial arts, it is an undoubted fact that martial sages are unrivaled.

How strong Wu Shengren is, how desperate are the hearts of these Wu Jihui people at this moment.

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

"The winner is a fairy, and the loser is a devil?" A faint voice echoed above the clouds.

"Is this the so-called martial sage in their mortal population?"

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The martial sage, who was still invincible just now and clamored to compete with the immortals, was wiped out under the thunder, and there was not a single ashes left.

The endless arrogance before has all disappeared at this moment.

For Wufu, what is the cruelest thing in the world?

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

That ray of hope was gone in a blink of an eye.

For Wu Fu, Wu Shengren is the fierce sun that illuminates the sky in an instant.

If they haven't seen the light, maybe they can go on living with the darkness.

And when the scorching sun in the minds of that round of warriors also fell, all the bold words and lofty ambitions in their hearts disappeared at this time.

Martial saints are unborn geniuses of the heavens, a martial arts leader who has washed half of the martial arts with blood, and a collection of martial arts powerhouses from previous generations.

But if he died too, even so easily...how could they fight against the cultivators?Hit him with the head?

"Haha, I have practiced martial arts hard for 50 years, and finally entered the way of refining gods. Now I know that I have gone the wrong way from the beginning..."

"I'm not reconciled, if I also have spiritual roots, if I also have the aptitude for immortality, I can also become a fairy in the eyes of the world..." The assassin from Wujihui laughed like a maniac, waving the sword in his hand and charged at the Yonghe Emperor.

Even before the guards of Chu needed to take action, the invisible storm barrier around Emperor Yonghe shattered his figure into pieces, and his broken limbs flew flying.

The death of a third-rank god martial artist was lighter than that of the martial saint.

Elder Tian Xing was no longer in the mountain at this time.

After cleaning up a martial sage, he hangs up high and doesn't make any more moves.

Except for a martial sage, the rest of the martial arts are all native chickens and dogs, and they are taken care of by Taoist Chiyang and others.

If he, an elder, has to do such trivial matters by himself, what's the use of deacons in Xianmen?

It's just that even so, the protective spell he left behind still made these third-rank martial arts practitioners helpless.

"What are you doing in a daze? Follow me to kill these ordinary warriors who have committed crimes below." Chiyang Taoist regained his usual calmness and gave orders.

These immortal cultivators once again drove their magic weapons or talismans, and rainbow lights flew up one after another.

"Kill!" The assassins of the Martial Arts Association looked sad, their minds were shaken violently by the death of the Martial Saint just now, they drew their swords and looked around in a daze, they didn't even know what they should do, what else could they do?

Wu Jihui is an organization established by martial sages. On the surface, it is to collect martial arts from all over the world and pursue the ultimate martial arts, but in fact it is to fight against immortals with martial arts.

But now, the martial sages were all dead, and they died so easily and normally, which made them at a loss, and they just relied 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 nothing more than a spectacle. What else could they do?

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

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

But now he is also dead, so does this mean... the era of martial arts has passed, and there is no martial art in the world?

Qiao Mu watched this scene silently.

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

So even at this critical moment, you can still calmly watch the six directions, listen to all directions, and observe the movement around you.

When the sky thunder shrouded down and turned Wu Shengren into dust, he also took into account the sentient beings after the sky thunder.

He saw the lame old man and other people cheering and celebrating, he saw the assassins of the Martial Arts Association drawing their swords and looking around in a daze, he saw the Chiyang Immortal standing up quietly and ordering the rest of the cultivators to encircle him.

Wu Shengren's death turned the tide of the battle in an instant and shocked everyone.

"Sage Wu is dead..." Qiao Mu sighed inwardly.

It was also hard for him to believe that Wu Shengren would die so lightly, but things in the world have always been unsatisfactory...

"Wu Shengren, my Wu Shengren...it's none of my business if he dies? The demon disintegrates!"

In a flash, the energy and blood in Qiao Mu's body seemed to be boiling, he stomped on his feet, and rushed in the direction of Emperor Yonghe.

Boom!Boom!

At the moment when the disintegration of the demon was performed, the fist-sized strange flesh and blood on the chest vibrated faintly, and a warm current rushed through the meridians of the whole body with the outbreak of the disintegration of the demon.

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

"There's another assassin? Well... so fast, what grade is this?" Chu Weiwei was taken aback.

The upper third level of martial arts training is actually the fourth martial art besides strength and strength.

And in the three aspects of strength, strength and skill, it may not be too much ahead of the fourth-rank warriors, and the fourth-rank warriors are already the soft upper limit of the warrior's body.

But at this moment Qiao Mu's sudden burst of extreme speed was beyond Chu Huwei's cognition, not to mention the comparison with himself, it almost reminded him of the inhuman martial sage before.

But Qiao Mu's speed was fast, but Chu Huwei's intuition didn't warn him... Was it because of the wind barrier beside Emperor Yonghe?he thought.