"The Immortal of Xuantian Sect was actually killed by that warrior!"
When the figure with a burning right arm killed the Immortal Mingyue with a single sword, this scene was seen by many pilgrims and even the fat fifth-rank official. It shocked them greatly, as if their worldview had collapsed.
Can the Immortal be killed
wrong!
How dare he attack the immortal of Xuantian Sect
For a long time, the "immortals" and "immortal leaders" of the immortal sect have been seen as mysterious and powerful in the eyes of the world.
The immortals enshrined in the main hall of the Taoist temple are the objects of worship by ordinary mortals.
Before the alien war forty years ago, there were warriors who dared to attack immortal cultivators.
In just forty years, the world has changed dramatically. Immortals have become idols worshipped by mortals in temples, and Taoist temples have been opened in major cities across the country.
Immortals represent mystery and dignity. They are the ultimate image of transcendence and immortality in the imagination of ordinary mortals. They are lighthouses on the sea and idols on the altar.
Although the so-called "immortals" and "immortal masters" have some flattery connotations, they are also objects that mortals should not disobey.
But the Immortal Mingyue was already dead. With just one strike of the sword, even his body was burned to ashes.
In addition to being shocked, they also felt an indescribable fear and panic.
How could he? How could he kill the immortal from the immortal sect
After the fear and panic, they saw the back of the person with a burning right arm slowly walking towards Xuantian Temple, which gave rise to another contradictory emotion in their hearts:
That's sad.
This person is about to die.
"What a heroic man!" someone sighed softly, but did not dare to speak loudly.
Emperor Yonghe was also looking at that figure.
He originally had his hands behind his back, but now he subconsciously put his hands together in front of him, a little absent-minded.
"Does every man have a share of responsibility for the fate of his country?"
"The Qiao family's family motto is really quite impressive... But which Qiao family is this?"
At this moment, he suddenly understood the significance of Qiao Mu taking off the police chief's black clothes before.
It was not because he was scolded and threatened by officials that he angrily abandoned his position as a public detective.
He was not impulsive, but had planned it long ago.
"This is to split one's own identity. Each person will be responsible for his own actions. If the officialdom is corrupt, then I will abandon my official position and not implicate others. In the name of an ordinary man, I will plead for the people and kill the immortal?" Such a thought flashed through Emperor Yonghe's mind.
The so-called common people are neither officials nor clerks, neither rich nor noble, but actually refer to the most ordinary civilians.
He unconsciously used a little force on his hands, and his palms hurt from his nails.
Such words and such an attitude only made him, the Emperor of Great Yan, feel a surge of anger that he had no way to vent, and his face unconsciously became a little hot.
If even a common man knew that he had to shoulder the responsibility for the rise and fall of the world.
If even a common man dares to go against the trend, commit treason and kill the immortal of the immortal sect.
So, what about him as the Son of Heaven? What about him as the Yonghe Emperor
Should we shoulder greater responsibilities and do more
Back then in the teahouse, he only felt that this person's words were sharp and he was probably making a subtle mockery of him.
Only at this point did he realize that this Qiao was a man of consistent words and actions, and was truly a rare true hero in the world!
But Guard Chu standing next to him interrupted his thoughts.
"Your Majesty." Guard Chu took the initiative to suggest:
"That 'Bone-Eroding Fire' is quite tricky. Even if I, a third-rank spiritual warrior, were to be afflicted with it, I would be unable to extinguish it and could only cut off my arm to survive. And Mr. Qiao is now at the end of his rope, and there is no way out."
"Do you need me to cut off his arm and save him?"
Chu Xing is a member of the Feiyu Guard who protects the emperor. He always accompanies silently and waits for orders, and rarely takes the initiative to make suggestions.
But at this moment, as he looked at the burning figure, he also felt a sense of appreciation for talent, so he took the initiative to speak.
"You take action?" Emperor Yonghe fell into deep thought at this moment.
The touch I just felt is a touch, and the emotion I feel is emotion.
But if Guard Chu is to take action, that would be another question.
He is the emperor, not an ordinary man, so he can never make decisions based on his own blood and anger.
At this time, Qiao Mu had already walked to the gate of Xuantian Temple.
Those miscellaneous martial artists also retreated as he moved forward. No one wanted to offend him.
Qiao Mu raised his head and looked inside Xuantian Temple.
Because of the recent commotion, Xuantian Temple was now empty and one could only glimpse the main hall of the Taoist temple on the steps from afar.
The huge cauldron at the entrance of the main hall was filled with densely packed incense sticks, and the aroma was lingering, making the air hazy.
Through the hazy smell of incense, you can vaguely see the statues of immortals inside the hall.
These statues are all exquisitely crafted, and it is obvious that they were sculpted by the best craftsmen.
The images of the immortals are all of the same immortal-like demeanor, with flowing robes like immortals, and their eyes slightly narrowed as they look down at the believers below, with an expression of compassion.
The gods and immortals in the temple seemed to be looking down through the hazy smoke at this daring mortal warrior who had barged into the Taoist temple.
With the warrior's excellent eyesight, Qiao Mu could clearly see the names on the tablets of these immortals.
The one who is guarded by all the immortals is the "immortal Xuantian with great virtue and power".
The most remote and closest to the door, with a slightly smaller statue, is the "Chiyang Immortal".
He was watching from afar, but suddenly his heart was shaken. That mysterious intuition suddenly arose again, and this time it pointed directly to the back mountain of Xuantian Temple.
The mountain behind Xuantian Temple.
The two Taoists beside the waterfall were still playing chess calmly, while the young Taoist in green clothes next to them stopped to watch the game.
suddenly.
The Taoist on the left put down the chess piece in his hand and said seriously:
"Mingyue died. She even used the 'Bone Erosion Fire Talisman'. She died at the hands of that mortal warrior."
The Taoist on the right was startled at first, then nodded slightly:
"Is that so? She is even worse than I expected. She has brought shame to the reputation of my Xuantian Sect."
"Is it because the time spent in cultivation is still too short?"
Those who practice martial arts have never been able to defeat those who practice cultivation of immortals. This was proven by actual combat results of the immortal practitioners forty years ago.
Therefore, they have always looked down upon those who practice martial arts.
Although they looked down on warriors, they had to admit one thing... .
The practice of becoming an immortal takes a long time and cannot be accomplished overnight.
The life span of martial arts practitioners is short, but the progress of cultivation is faster than that of immortals.
The female cultivator Mingyue had practiced Taoism for more than ten years, but in their opinion, she had only just entered the door to becoming an immortal.
If a warrior practices hard for more than ten years, it will be a different story.
For an external martial artist like Captain Qian who practices hard skills, more than ten years is enough for him to train hard to reach the peak of his personal strength. After that, he will reach middle age and his energy and blood will decline.
"Mingyue is dead, and that mortal warrior has arrived at the gate of Xuantian Temple..."
"So what? The one who is in charge of guarding Xuantian Temple this year is Senior Brother Chiyang, right?"
"Senior Brother Chiyang? It seems that he is traveling and is not in this mortal city."
"Brother Chiyang seems to be free and easy... But shouldn't it be you and me who should take action? After all, Xuantian Temple is a popular Taoist temple. If we don't take action now, something bad will happen."
"You're right... Let's finish this game of chess and then take action."
The two Taoists who were playing chess were discussing leisurely while continuing to play chess.
suddenly.
These Taoists all turned their heads and looked towards a pavilion standing higher up on the mountain.
"The Saint... has come out of retreat? Did she sense anything?"
“Although the saint turned to cultivating immortality only later in life and her cultivation level cannot match that of a true saint of a sect, she is still a saint after all... It seems there is no need for us to meddle with her.” The Taoists continued to play chess calmly.
..
Xuantian Temple at the foot of the mountain.
Behind the crowd, Chu Xing looked at the figure with his burning right arm from afar. Seeing the red flames spreading on his arm little by little, he couldn't help but speak again.
"Your Majesty, if you don't make a decision now, the opportunity will pass."
"... He is a common man, and I am the Son of Heaven. When a Son of Heaven acts, he should make plans carefully before taking action, and should not act rashly."
After a moment.
"Your Majesty..."
"... Do you think that Mr. Qiao has another trump card that he can use in desperate situations to seek a last chance of survival?"
"Even if there was, it's gone now."
After another moment.
"His Majesty?"
"... This sect is powerful, and the Great Yan nation is weak. They were not able to defeat them forty years ago, let alone now? It's easy to save him, but what about the future?"
After a moment.
Thousands of thoughts flashed through Emperor Yonghe's eyes, and in the end he just sighed slightly.
Obviously, Qiao Pifu is not a young man anymore, he has reached the age of forty, so why can he be so decisive
In fact, he is also in his forties, but...
When Emperor Yonghe was young, he also witnessed the demeanor of the civil and military ministers who were vying to sacrifice their lives for the country. When he was young, he was also full of ambition to become a wise ruler. However, when he reached middle age, under the pressure of the immortal cultivators, his youthful ambition gradually faded, and he was left with constant planning and weighing the pros and cons... .
"Then you... take action." After thinking about it, he finally made a decision.
There was a flying knife in Chu Xing's hand instantly, and his hand became blurry.
laugh!
A cold light flashed by, crossing the long distance in an instant and cutting off Qiao Mu's burning right arm at the shoulder!
Chu Xing let out a breath.
He bent his knees slightly, and was about to use his internal energy to perform lightness skills to take away the poor fellow Qiao as quickly as possible, but suddenly his movements froze and he stopped where he was.
Above Xuantian Temple, a female cultivator in fluttering white clothes was riding a sword and flying in the wind.
She has a tall and well-proportioned figure, fair skin and delicate bones. She has an otherworldly temperament and the vigorous energy of a warrior.
Chu Xing didn't move again.
Because he knew that the opportunity to save people... was gone.
As a disciple of the Martial Saint, Saint Wu Qingxin was already a fourth-rank warrior before she joined the Immortal Sect. Her current level of martial arts cultivation is unknown, but it is certainly not weak.
If he had stepped forward just now, there was a chance that he could have secretly rescued the person without exposing his identity as much as possible by relying on his extraordinary agility and lightness skills.
But now... .
Was it a step too slow after all
Opportunity is fleeting.
Chu Xing couldn't help but look up at Emperor Yonghe, only to see him standing there in a daze, not saying anything.