The village was no longer silent at this time. Villagers came from all directions and looked at the human bonfire at the entrance of the Saint's Temple from afar. It was as festive and lively as a festival: "The sinners have all been ignited and will burn in purgatory for eternity..."
Chapter 91 Three Thousand Disciples (3k
The sky gradually became dark and gloomy, and night was approaching.
The mountain wind blew, making the red flames at the temple gate dance wildly. This fire was the only light and fire in the mountain village at that moment.
The Saint Wu Qingxin stood in mid-air with a flying sword under her feet, her figure illuminated by the fire.
She was wearing a white robe that fluttered in the wind. She had a tall and slender figure and an otherworldly temperament as she looked down at the fire below.
Her figure was vaguely similar to the statue of the holy goddess enshrined in the temple behind her, except that it lacked the statue's compassion.
In the eyes of the villagers of the Holy Maiden Village, this scene was undoubtedly the appearance of immortals and gods.
The surrounding villagers also gathered from afar. They did not dare to get close. They just looked at the Holy Maiden Temple from afar, surrounded the big fire dancing in the wind, and kowtowed three times and bowed nine times.
This fire is the only light and heat in the mountain village at this moment.
If an outsider who doesn't know the truth sees this scene, he might think it's a New Year's Day festival in the mountain village, with a carnival festival held around the bonfire.
"The Saint has really appeared!"
"The villains who broke into the village were burned by the holy fire and fell into eternal damnation..."
"The fire of the gods burns away all the sins of the world."
"The world is bitter and turbid, the government of Great Yan is exhausted, and the taxes in the capital are heavy. Only in the mountains are there no taxes, and only in the mountains are there saints..."
And in that sea of fire.
Qiao Mu lowered his hands that were covering his eyes and surrounded by flames, opened his eyes, and all he could hear were the villagers' mumblings.
“So annoying”
He lowered his arms, and the internal energy of a fourth-grade warrior gradually surged throughout his body, flowing through his meridians and into his limbs.
When he was in Heyang City, he also saw people who always sat on the side of Xuantian Sect and spoke for the Xuantian Sect's immortals.
When he was in Yancheng, he also saw Confucian scholars who dared to be angry but not to speak out, or who succumbed to Guo Yan's power and argued with him.
But in Yancheng and Heyang Prefecture, he had also seen old soldiers who dared to snatch the bowl of chivalrous soup, and he had also seen captains of police who insisted on investigating the case despite the pressure from the immortal gate.
He thought that no matter how evil the world was, people's hearts would always have a scale. Even if they dared to be angry but not to speak, they would always know right from wrong in their hearts.
But this small village deep in the mountains, this holy village that believes in the saint, refreshed his cognition.
"Actually, I'm older now. I should be more calm, otherwise it won't fit my personality."
He muttered to himself in the fire.
"I originally wanted to learn how to keep a low profile and blend in with the crowd, but it's always like this... I can't stop."
He lowered his head.
"Let's be together with the light next time."
The internal energy in his body was burning like fire.
"The demon disintegrates!"
He didn't care about the fire wrapped around his body at all. Isn't it just death
He had experienced being burned by the fire and dying more than once.
The figure rushed out from the fire and crashed into the white-robed saint standing in the air with a sword like a cannonball.
There was a crisp sound locally.
The long sword that was burned by the fire of Li smashed with great force onto the flying sword that flew in front of Wu Qingxin in an instant, making a loud noise.
Wu Qingxin stretched out his hand to grab the flying sword that was flying backwards, and his body fell down in front of the temple entrance that was not affected by the flames.
The prayers and mutterings of the villagers who were kneeling around the sea of fire in the distance suddenly stopped.
The saint in the sky was knocked down by the villain burning in fire
"Huh..."
Several figures ran out from the flames one after another, with more or less fire wrapped around their bodies, but it was burning slower.
Strong internal energy can temporarily suppress the burning of the fire, but it can never completely extinguish the fire.
They did not join the battle immediately. Looking at the fierce battle between Qiao Mu and Wu Qingxin, they felt a glimmer of hope.
"He's quite a strong-willed fellow... I hope he can buy some time for me to escape from the burning of this fire."
Those who dared to accept the summons from Xingxuan Envoy and come to hunt down Wu Qingxin, the disciple of Martial Saint, are naturally warriors with high self-esteem and extraordinary ambitions.
Originally, they all had some hidden skills, but due to concerns about this and that, they did not use them immediately, and were caught off guard and sucked into Wu Qingxin's sea of fire.
The instinct for survival made them hold on to a last glimmer of hope, thinking that perhaps they could learn from the bearded swordsman before them and use some other method to get rid of the bone-corrosive fire burning on their bodies.
Only Qiumu stood out from the crowd and fought to the death.
"die!"
The burning sword in Qiao Mu's hand had gradually begun to deform. He could only continuously inject his internal energy into it to resist the burning of the fire and chopped it out again and again.
Flames gradually surrounded his entire body, but he seemed unaware of it and only focused on continuously striking with the sword.
Now his Shadow Sword Technique has been mastered to a certain extent. When he swings the sword in his hand, it seems to split light into shadows, leaving several blurred afterimages of fire in the air.
"Why can't you just burn in peace?"
Wu Qingxin's expression remained calm, but she felt a little irritated.
The erosion of the bone-eating fire only took her a thought, so as long as she reacted in time, she would not be burned by the flames. But if Qiao Mu rushed towards him with his whole body on fire, even if she was not afraid of the erosion of the bone, she would still be a little apprehensive.
"I can die!" Qiao Mu, with his feet surrounded by flames, looked like a demon in the fire in the eyes of the surrounding villagers, revealing a hideous smile:
"You can't live!"
Having already mastered the Heavenly Demon Disintegration, Qiao Mu, who had just entered the fourth level, suddenly burst out with several times the powerful internal energy. Every time he swung his sword, there was a strong gust of wind that made the surrounding flames sway and dance.
Click.
The sword in Qiao Mu's hand, which had been burned by the fire for a long time, finally deformed and twisted, and the sharp edge was no longer there. It was cut off from the center by Wu Qingxin's sword.
"If you don't have a sword, use your fists!"
Qiao Mu simply threw away the sword in his hand and punched out with both fists.
"If I don't have fists, I still have feet!"
His body was burning, but his movements were without hesitation or pause.
Compared with the Jade-faced Flying Dragon and others who were meditating and regulating their breathing behind them, this figure seemed even more decisive and tragic.
"This Qiao Zhong... is also an extraordinary person."
The Jade-faced Flying Dragon stood up, his eyes gloomy.
He had tried everything, but still couldn't get rid of the strange bone-eating fire.
Not only him, but several others as well.
And they all failed and were not able to succeed.
No matter how hard we try, the flames are always like a thorn in our side, and we can't get rid of them or put them out.
They felt extremely gloomy and had tried every possible way to find a way out... Then they saw another choice Qiumu made.
"This is what warriors of our generation should do."
"Wu Qingxin didn't leave us any chance of survival, so even if she dies, we can't let her have an easy life!"
"Let's go together." The white-clothed swordsman Yumian Feilong shouted ferociously.
The warriors who dare to hunt down the Saint Wu Qingxin are all good fighters of the fourth or fifth rank and have good character.
Before, they were optimistic and always thought they were different and could find a way to escape death, but now they can’t do that anymore.
With his life almost gone, he finally gave it his all and attacked with all his might.
"Taishan Sword, Mountain Opening Style!"
"Tai Yi Divine Fist!"
"Little Diamond Palm!"
These people imitated Qiao Mu, and in this desperate situation, they only wanted to attack without defending, not to save their lives, but to die with Wu Qingxin.
"Ripples and waves, double waves!"
Qiao Mu was just like the others. He endured the flames swirling around his body and punched out.
When the fist is thrown, the surging internal energy is like ripples on the water, with waves overlapping.
The ripples are strong, the Permian wave!
The two forces, one bright and one dark, combined with the several-fold amplification of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration, exploded layer by layer and hit Wu Qingxin's lower abdomen, causing her, who had a cold and calm expression just now, to fly backwards into the Holy Maiden Temple.
The mountain people were in a commotion again, but how could they care about this when their lives were already in danger
"This bone-eating fire was caused by Wu Qingxin. If we kill Wu Qingxin quickly, there may still be a glimmer of hope!"
In the temple, Wu Qingxin sat on the ground, her face pale and her white clothes stained with blood, in stark contrast to the compassionate statue of the saint behind her.
She looked back at the statue of the saint behind her.
"After all, immortals and mortals are still different..."
Over the past twenty or thirty years, she has been practicing hard in seclusion. In fact, her progress in the Qi Refining Stage is much faster than that of her fellow disciples, but she is always stuck at the Foundation Establishment Stage and cannot make any progress.
I thought that because she was not a true saint, she did not have a fairy position in Xuantian Temple and lacked the support of incense and vows.
It took many years to gradually recruit believers and build a temple in a small village in the mountains. I thought I could achieve success in one fell swoop with the accumulation of years.
But at the last moment, she was always restless and unable to enter into meditation. Even if she sacrificed her followers, she could not welcome the moment of ascension to heaven that she had been expecting.
"Do you think you can survive if you kill me? Don't be so self-righteous."
The corners of her lips curled up slightly. At this moment, she still had some strength left to fight, but her heart was inexplicably gloomy, just like the warriors who were burned by the fire.
"Even a top three-rank Spirit Refining warrior is powerless to resist the bone-eating fire of this Qi Refining cultivator."
"Even if you take a step back and survive, you will eventually die in the future." She looked at Qiao Mu who came from the ruined temple, and at Yumian Feilong and others.
"If you practice the Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue, you will end up dead!"
"Don't you feel something is wrong? Why can this secret technique allow practitioners to sense each other's minds? No matter how I try to escape, I can't escape your sense?"
Wu Qingxin drew his sword and continued to fight with these burning warriors, while laughing loudly:
"What is a martial saint? What is telepathy? What is a secret cultivation method that even low-level warriors can practice?"
"This is the secret method created by the Martial Saint back then, in order to facilitate hunting down practitioners of the Martial Holy Spirit Rhinoceros Technique!"
After these words were spoken, Qiao Mu and the others were slightly dazed and their movements paused for a moment.
Wu Qingxin waved the sword in his hand constantly, and it flew out of his hand from time to time while he continued to speak, trying to shake their minds:
"After the alien war, the Martial Saint called himself a saint for his martial arts and compared himself to the Confucian saint for forty years."
"Over the past forty years, he has traveled across the nine states, established the Wu Ji Association, and gathered three thousand martial arts geniuses with outstanding talents, taking them in as his adopted sons, daughters, and disciples."
"The Martial Saint taught his three thousand disciples the best techniques and the most profound martial arts, and of course this 'Martial Saint Spirit Rhinoceros Secret' is also one of them!"
"And the Martial Saint disciples who can practice the Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Art, or other martial artists with extraordinary character, will eventually become the resources for the Martial Saint."
"Of the 3,000 disciples of the Martial Saint from decades ago, how many do you think are still alive?"
Chapter 92: Martial Saint (5k
Those who practice "The Holy Martial Spirit Rhino Secret Art" are nothing more than the resources for becoming a Martial Saint.
When everyone heard the news, it caused a storm in their hearts.
He was so excited that even his offensive was slightly slowed down, which gave Wu Qingxin some precious time to catch his breath.
Wu Qingxin was doing two things at once. She controlled the flying sword in her hand while increasing the intensity of her words:
"From the moment you started practicing the Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Technique, your fate was already determined!"