"I don't know if the Martial Saint will come today. If he does, that would be great..."
Ding ding ding.
The melodious bell rang three times, startling countless birds and even the clouds in the mountains seemed to be dispersed.
Emperor Yonghe, who was among the crowd of pilgrims, had already reached the top of the three thousand steps and arrived in front of the gate of the Taoist temple's main hall.
At the main entrance square of the Taoist temple, there is a huge tripod that is so big that ten people can hug it. There is a thick and long incense in the tripod, and the fragrance drifts far up to the sky and curls up into the blue sky.
In the main hall of Qingyun Temple, there are tablets of hundreds of immortals from Xuantian Sect.
The person in the main seat is the current Xuantian Sect's headmaster, and the tablet reads "The Great Virtue and Mighty Xuantian Immortal."
The two Taoist priests Chiyang and Qingyang who have been guarding him these days also have tablets, but they are only at the end of an inconspicuous corner of the hall.
"There are over a hundred immortals from Xuantian Sect." Emperor Yonghe felt extremely heavy in his heart:
"How can the Great Yan court be an enemy of the Xuantian Sect's immortals?"
Emperor Yonghe certainly knew that cooperating with the Xuantian Sect was tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger, and was as dangerous as walking a tightrope on a cliff.
But he still made a decision.
But making a decision is one thing. When the time comes, he still feels powerless when he thinks that as the emperor of Dayan, he will have to kowtow to the immortals of Xuantian Sect.
Even at this time, Emperor Yonghe was only worshipping as an ordinary pilgrim, rather than worshipping the gods openly as the Emperor of Dayan.
Thinking of this, he slowed down his pace a little.
"Emperor Yonghe, now that you have seen the immortals, why don't you bow?"
At this moment, a vague voice suddenly sounded.
Emperor Yonghe was slightly startled, then turned back in horror.
Behind him, a lame old man was staring at him with indifferent eyes, as if he was looking down at the mortal world from the clouds.
The guard Chu behind him suddenly widened his eyes.
He knew very well that this lame old man was just an ordinary pilgrim from beginning to end, with ordinary blood and energy, just an ordinary person, so why
I don't know when.
The hall, which was originally bustling with noise, suddenly became quiet.
There were clearly thousands of pilgrims around, but at this moment there was sudden silence.
"Why not?"
On the left side of Emperor Yonghe, a middle-aged woman suddenly turned her head with the same indifferent expression.
"Why not?"
"Why not?"
"Why not?"
More and more pilgrims turned their heads to look, and their indifferent glances fell on Emperor Yonghe like thorns on his back.
These numerous pilgrims all had the same expression on their faces at this moment, as if it was the same person with different faces, thousands of people with thousands of faces, and all of them were looking down from above, overlooking the mortal world.
Emperor Yonghe, who was obviously in a crowded crowd at this moment, suddenly became alone. The hairs on his body stood up unconsciously and his whole body trembled slightly involuntarily.
This trembling contained both fear of unknown means and overflowing anger.
The methods used by immortal cultivators are ever-changing. If they encounter methods that mortals like them cannot understand, it is most likely that the immortal cultivators are behind the scenes.
And this time... .
"On the surface, they concealed the truth and made me come from the imperial capital of Zhongzhou to Qingyun Temple in Nanzhou."
"Now that we are in Xuantian Sect's territory, I have no say in what matters, right?"
A sense of sadness flashed through Emperor Yonghe's heart.
His cooperation with the Xuantian Sect was actually just him paying homage to the immortals of the Xuantian Sect as an ordinary pilgrim.
Emperor Yonghe thought that the Xuantian Sect must think that this was a gap and that it could be slowly expanded in the future. After all, immortal cultivators had plenty of time.
But when the time came, the immortal cultivators of Xuantian Sect were obviously not satisfied, and took advantage of the pilgrims to reveal his identity as the Emperor of Great Yan
When this thought arose in his mind, the fists that were originally gathered in his sleeves clenched unconsciously.
"Your Majesty, please worship God!"
"Your Majesty, please worship God!"
At first only one or two people spoke, and then more and more people spoke, and their voices became more and more unified.
The voices of thousands of people gradually merged into one, forming a uniform wave of sound that shook the sky.
The Yonghe Emperor's complexion also began to turn slightly pale, and for a moment he did not know whether to advance or retreat.
As the saying goes, being criticized by thousands of people will lead to the end of one's life.
The gazes and words of these more than a thousand pilgrims no longer belong to these mortal pilgrims themselves, but are the embodiment of the will of the immortal practitioners of Xuantian Sect.
These thousands of gazes and voices naturally formed a huge pressure as huge as a mountain, which was enough to bend the back and knees of Emperor Yonghe, and make him kneel and kowtow in front of the immortals of Xuantian Sect!
far away.
Taoist Chiyang and Taoist Qingyang watched this scene with a smile.
"How can a mortal emperor know the myriad methods of our immortal sect?"
“The trend is set.”
Almost all of the thousands of pilgrims who came to worship the gods today were devout believers supported by the Xuantian Sect at the foot of the mountain, but there were very few outsiders.
These believers go up the mountain to worship the gods almost every day, and the immortal practitioners have already planted a seed in their minds.
When the time is right, the seeds will break through the soil and sprout.
Therefore, every believer in Qingming Town is a valuable resource and must not be lost.
And at this moment.
As thousands of pilgrims shouted in unison, the few silent pilgrims in the crowd became more conspicuous.
Taoist Chiyang and others did not care whether the people from the Wu Ji Society would sneak in and affect today's events.
Because these pilgrims who came to worship the gods were already their people, how could a drop of oil from the Wu Ji Society mix into the clear water
When the time comes, no matter what disguise the assassins of Wu Jihui use, they will be completely exposed!
"Your Majesty, please worship God!"
Amid the pilgrims’ shouts that shook the sky.
Emperor Yonghe's spine and knees were trembling slightly.
At this moment, a plain-looking pilgrim in the crowd suddenly stretched his muscles, and a sound like frying beans came from his whole body.
His body gradually grew larger, and then he cleared his throat.
"Ah. Bah!"
The sound of "Pah" was not loud, but it faintly overwhelmed the shouts of thousands of pilgrims, interrupting the unified rhythm of these thousands of voices.
A mouthful of thick phlegm spurted out of the pilgrim's mouth, like a sharp arrow shot from a bow, and sprayed directly towards Emperor Yonghe in the crowded crowd.
Chapter 108: Reverse Strike against the Immortals (3k
When thousands of pilgrims shouted in unison, the exposure of the Wu Ji Society members also meant the exposure of Emperor Yonghe!
In an instant, the Martial Saint's attack arrived.
It was just a mouthful of thick phlegm, but it was like a cannonball breaking through the air, flying a long distance at an extremely fast speed.
The first one to react was the guard Chu, a spiritual warrior who was always paying attention to his surroundings.
The hairs all over his body stood on end, and his intuition instantly gave him a warning. He moved his hand slightly, and used the "Flying Star Hand" to throw the flying knife in his hand towards the thick phlegm.
At the same time, he stepped on the ground and suddenly threw Emperor Yonghe, who was standing there, to the side.
call out!
When the flying knife hit the thick phlegm, a big hole was instantly punched in the metal blade. White steam was emitted while it was still in the air. When the flying knife fell to the ground, only half of the broken handle was left.
"Martial Saint, you are finally here."
Taoist Chiyang, Qingyang and others were not surprised but laughed:
"Today is the day when Emperor Yonghe worships the gods, and now the Martial Saint who has been dormant for forty years has arrived. It can be said to be a double blessing!"
What they are afraid of is that the Martial Saint will not come!
At this moment, Taoist Chiyang stretched out his hand and lightly tapped the air in front of him, drawing a talisman with his hand, and a bluish-white blazing flame rose up.
Taoist Qingyang stretched out his hand, and a golden bell grew in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it became the size of a house and intercepted him in the air.
In a moment.
The thick phlegm broke through the layers of flames and hit the golden bell, making a loud bang, which actually cracked the golden bell and sent it flying dozens of meters away.
Taoist Qingyang's face changed slightly and a mouthful of blood rushed up his throat.
The magic weapon was broken by the thick phlegm, which shocked him.
Taoist Chiyang also let out a soft "hmm", seeming quite surprised.
"The martial arts leader among mortals..."
"For a mortal, this is indeed quite amazing. It seems that you have made some progress in the past few decades. It's a pity... You have already entered the path of evil. You should be killed!"
This Taoist temple is located on the main peak on the outer edge of the Qingming Mountains.
Deeper in the Qingming Mountains is the Xuantian Sect's headquarters, the base camp for these immortal cultivators.
It is not an exaggeration to say that Qingyun Temple is the home ground of Xuantian Sect, so although Taoist Chiyang and others were surprised, they would not be scared.
Even if they can't hold on, there are still masters behind them, so who is afraid
Qiao Mu stood among the crowd of pilgrims, his eyes moving slightly.
As one of the assassins who was temporarily recruited into the gang, he did not know the overall plan, nor did he know whether the Martial Saint would take action personally.
But he knew the general direction of the plan.
When a strong man like the Martial Saint takes action, he will inevitably become the focus of the Xuantian Sect's cultivators and will receive the most attention.
Of course, this is the home ground of Xuantian Sect, and there are many immortal cultivators here. No matter how careless they are, it is impossible for assassins like Qiao Mu to take advantage of the opportunity to kill Emperor Yonghe in one fell swoop.
What Qiumu and others are waiting for is an opportunity.
Immortal cultivators have always been arrogant. Since they defeated the Martial Saint forty years ago, they have never looked down on ordinary warriors.
And this is where their opportunity lies.
When the Martial Saint uses martial arts to attack the immortals, it will inevitably cause a shock in the immortal sect. That will be the best opportunity for the assassins to take action!
Opportunities only last a moment.
It's the same whether it's for Qiao Mu or for the Martial Saint!
At this moment.
More than ten rays of rainbow light shot up into the sky. They were the immortal cultivators of Xuantian Sect. Some of them were standing on flying swords, while others were sitting on gourds and other magical weapons, looking down at the Martial Saint who stood out from the crowd.
The Martial Saint smiled, revealing a row of sharp white teeth.
"I am the devil, and you are the immortal?"
He took a deep breath, and a strong suction force naturally formed on the ground around him, rolling up the surrounding fallen leaves.
His entire body swelled up in the wind like a balloon, and suddenly jumped to a height of three or four meters. His knotty muscles looked like they were made of metal under the scorching sun, and his skin even seemed to be reflecting a faint light under the sunlight.
His long hair was casually draped over his shoulders. His hair was thick and had the grayish-white color of a middle-aged or elderly person, making it difficult to judge his exact age.
At this moment, he was standing facing the Xuantian Sect cultivators in mid-air, his figure like a towering mountain standing on the earth.
"Whether it's a demon or a fairy, the winner has the final say!" He opened his mouth and roared. The rolling sound waves seemed to distort the atmosphere, making the indifferent pilgrims around him all hold their heads and cry out.
"How daring." Taoist Qingyang's eyes turned cold and he pointed casually.
call out!