In this moment.
The white filamentous internal energy that escaped from the body's surface turned into a strong blood color. The mere release of the internal energy brought up a blood-colored, blazing wind pressure.
The air suddenly contracted, and the violent blood-colored energy exploded the ground of the hall beneath his feet, and the broken gravel and dust were swept into the air.
"A martial arts legend of three hundred years of immortality?" His body passed by like a flash of lightning, and his fists were as powerful as a surging sea tide:
“It’s time for the myth to end.”
Layer upon layer of blood-colored energy waves continued to hit the body of the Flame God, rising higher and higher like waves.
"Triple... triple... .quintuple waves!"
A huge wave of blood-red energy, like a tsunami, completely engulfed the body of the Flame God Machine.
Although Yan Shenji tried his best to resist and also burst out with another extraordinary martial arts at this moment, all his efforts, all his attempts, and all his roars were like a lone boat in the huge waves. After a brief stalemate, it was swallowed up by the waves.
Boom!
The body of the Yanshenji flew out of the air, smashing the pillars and walls of the Golden Throne Hall, and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Qiao Mu stood in place, with blood radiating out from his body in all directions, and even strands of flesh flying out with the blood, looking quite terrifying.
Without stopping at all, he stomped his feet on the ground and flew out of the hall, closely following Yan Shenji's figure.
When the body of the Flame God machine crashed onto the white marble dragon-carved stone steps outside the Golden Throne Hall, Qiao Mu's figure followed closely behind.
"Shattering Sword Finger."
A three-foot-long pale white light burst out from his fingertips, as if he was holding a long sword condensed from energy, and it stopped at Yan Shenji's throat.
The Shattering Void Finger is a force that bursts out from the fingertips in mid-air, as fleeting as an arrow.
But Qiao Mu had too much internal energy. Even if he didn't use the Heavenly Demon Disintegration technique, the internal energy that had been condensed for six hundred years was enough to condense into a three-foot invisible sword beam.
Under the moonlight, the two looked at each other in silence.
One was standing and the other was lying, both were covered in blood.
at this time.
The crowd in the Golden Palace hurried over, wanting to see the final outcome of the battle between the two sides.
But this scene made the Royal Guards petrified.
Yan Shenji is the founding emperor of his country. He was invincible in the world three hundred years ago and has long been a legend in martial arts.
During this period, they couldn't even imagine that the founding emperor Taizu was still alive in the palace of Dayan. This was beyond their imagination.
People like the founding emperor have their portraits hung in the imperial study in the imperial palace. Even emperors of all dynasties have to look at them in admiration and burn incense and offer sacrifices to them during every festival.
The commotion tonight was originally thought to be an assassination attempt on the emperor.
Unexpectedly, it alarmed the 300-year-old founding emperor himself.
What is even more shocking is that this martial arts legend returned to the world, but was ultimately defeated by the strange members of the Qiao family who suddenly appeared.
"Has the myth fallen?"
"Even if the founding emperor were to be reborn, he would not be able to stop that man..."
With an exclamation.
The sword light at Qiao Mu's fingertips disappeared, and he turned around and was about to leave.
The corner of Yan Shen Ji's eye twitched, and he couldn't help but shout:
"Wait."
"Why don't you do it?"
He failed to block Qiao Mu's Demon Disintegration and the burst of Wave Power. If Qiao Mu hadn't held back, he would not have been able to keep his life, let alone his entire body.
Yan Shenji recalled Qiao Mu sitting on the dragon throne when he first appeared, with a look of contempt for the world, and suddenly thought of a possibility:
"Is it because... you value talent?"
Thinking of this possibility, he felt inexplicably bitter and absurd in his heart.
He was the founding emperor of the country at the age of three hundred.
In terms of age, everyone in the world is his junior.
In terms of status, emperors of all dynasties had to call him ancestor.
In terms of martial arts, he was invincible in the world three hundred years ago.
When such a person looks at the warriors in the mortal world, it is naturally from the condescending perspective of an elder senior looking at the newcomers.
He personally pointed out the super-class warrior, General Chu Tianming of the Imperial Guards, and the "Pao Ding's Butchering Knife", the leader of swordsmanship forty years ago.
Because of his love for talent, he let go of the top three Eight-armed Dragons in the world...
How could such a person be spared from death one day on the grounds of "appreciating his talent"
Moreover, with Qiao Mu's current age and strength, he really has the qualifications... This made Yan Shenji's chest surge with excitement, and he almost vomited blood.
"Appreciate talent? That's too narrow-minded." Qiao Mu glanced at him.
Yan Shenji never used the Human King Sword until the very end.
Although he lost this battle, he still had a chance to win.
"If we want to be enemies with the nine great sects, the martial arts world needs more powerful people. This is also a reason."
Qiao Mu looked down at Yan Shenji, and saw himself standing covered in blood in his pupils.
Enshinji is a warrior of the same type as Qiao Mu.
It's not just because both of them are immortals in the world, both have extremely high attainments in the Immortality Fist, and are both hexagonal warriors.
Arbor has always been selective.
If he had chosen to live forever in the world, instead of spending his life in a cycle of constantly committing suicide, dreaming about being in jail, and taking the college entrance examination, his life would have been smoother and more successful.
He can become the second Yan Taizu.
These are two different paths, eternal life in the mortal world, or reincarnation in the sea of blood.
During the three seconds of staring at Yan Shenji, Qiao Mu was indeed thinking about whether to kill Yan Taizu.
By killing Emperor Yan, Qiao Mu could become a more powerful Emperor Qiao.
With his strength, it would be a good thing for him to establish a new dynasty in the current chaotic world, live forever in the mortal world, become the founding emperor of the dynasty, and practice martial arts while walking birds and playing with cats in the deep palace.
As long as they ignore the existence of the Nine Immortal Gates and pay tribute like Emperor Yonghe of the Great Yan Dynasty, and wait for Qiao Mu to bide his time for thousands or tens of thousands of years, they can then blow the Nine Immortal Gates up with one punch.
This is also an option.
Further, the Qiao family was surrounded by corpses and blood.
Taking a step back, the dynasty's founder Yan Shenji.
"You are a mirror to me." Qiao Mu stared at his own reflection in Yan Taizu's pupils and said slowly:
“Using people as a mirror, we can understand our gains and losses.”
After saying this, he ignored Yan Taizu again. His flesh and blood slowly moved, his cracked skin began to heal, and he turned and walked away.
Only Taizu Yan was left lying there, looking slightly stunned.
He was not a stupid man. After a brief moment of surprise, he understood the meaning of Qiao Mu's words.
Using people as a mirror means using them as an object of comparison, as a reflection in the mirror, to remind and alert yourself:
Don't be the man in the mirror.
Yan Taizu was silent for a long time before he slowly sat up, took out a small medicine bottle from his sleeve, and swallowed a healing pill.
He sat cross-legged on the ground and exercised. Soon his complexion improved and he was no longer as dying as before.
In fact, he did have a chance to win... not just the Human King Sword.
As a medicinal spirit, Yan Taizu naturally always has a variety of top-grade elixirs on him.
Qiao Mu has blood and flesh to heal his wounds, and he has healing medicine to heal his wounds.
Qiao Mu has the Heavenly Demon Disintegration, and in fact, Yan Shenji also has a "Three Elements Creation Pill" that can increase his power several times in a short period of time.
Kryptonians can do whatever they want.
It’s just that Qiumu used the Demonic Disintegration Technique too decisively and didn’t take his own life seriously at all.
The opportunity was fleeting, and when Yan Shenji wanted to swallow the "Three Yuan Creation Pill", it was already too late.
"He didn't spare my life because he valued my talent. Instead, he saw me as a martial arts talent who could fight against the immortal sect."
"He used me, the founding emperor of the dynasty, as a reflection in the mirror that he disdained to constantly warn himself and remind himself."
Yan Taizu could only remain silent.
He regarded the Great Yan Dynasty as his lifelong obsession, but the other party did not take it lightly and easily gave up the opportunity to kill him.
Before Qiao Mu opened his mouth to explain the reason, Emperor Yan still felt regretful and felt that he had lost the opportunity.
He feels differently now.
“Is this the state of mind and character of an immortal who is over six hundred years old?” Emperor Taizu Yan sighed in admiration.
Chapter 277 Humanity should flourish (7k
The founding emperor from three hundred years ago returned to the world, but was ultimately defeated by the Qiao family!
Such a scene shocked both the Imperial Guards and the Flying Fish Guards.
For veteran soldiers like Hai Siyuan, this scene was shocking, but also a sign of their gratitude for surviving the disaster.
When they charged towards the founding emperor of this dynasty, they were truly prepared to die.
Not being afraid of death does not mean wanting to die.
If you can survive, that would be even better.
Hai Wuya watched this scene from afar, his cheeks flushed with sickness once again, he coughed softly a few times, and his old waist became hunched.
"Father, are you still holding on?" Hai Siyuan stepped forward, patted Hai Wuya on the back, and helped him move forward.
"Hehe, I've held on long enough." Hai Wuya just responded with a faint smile.
Hai Siyuan said in a deep voice:
"Now that the matter is over, father, please hold on for a while longer. We can go see Dr. Dong right away."
"Didn't the miracle doctor help you prolong your life for several months? I think he must have another way."
Hai Wuya didn't say anything else, but he knew in his heart that he had been holding on for so long, and now he was almost at the end of his strength.
Even gods can’t save him, let alone a miracle doctor like Dong
However, he did not reject the efforts of his eldest son, but nodded lightly... Saving the dying patient who was beyond help actually comforted the heart of Hai Siyuan, the eldest son of the family.
He would feel sad if he failed to break into the palace and save Hai Wuya because he did not try his best.
"There's not much time left... Then let's go. You go into the Stone City and I'll take you out of the palace."
Qiao Mu spoke.
After entering the super level of soul refining, he had already noticed the gazes of the immortal cultivators above his head, but these were already minor details.
Hai Wuya is in critical condition, and the important thing is to take him away in time.
Moreover, he was quite curious about Dong Xinglin, the miracle doctor who was able to extend Hai Wuya's life.
At the beginning, Qiao Mu learned a finger technique from Dong Xinglin, the Shattering Finger.
This finger technique is actually a superior martial art. Now that it has been perfected, when the internal energy is full, it can even condense into a three-foot sword energy at the fingertips that does not disperse.
Hai Wuya had previously claimed that medicine and martial arts were inseparable, and he had sought out Dong Xinglin to discuss the Dao many times. Now it seemed that this matter might not be that simple.
Hai Wuya and his son stepped into the stone city in Li Changshi's hands one after another. Qiao Mu flashed, stepped on the palace wall and flew up. At the dawn of the long night, he left the palace openly.
Thousands of Royal Guards and Flying Fish Guards watched them leave, and no one tried to stop them.
Block? Are you kidding
Even the founding emperor with unparalleled courage could not stop him even if he were alive again, what else could they do