Qiao Mu's hair stood on end, he knew this face.
Ever since he was burned to death by the Saintess Wu Qingxin, he has memorized the names of all the immortals of the Xuantian Sect in the temple.
This giant cloud face in the sky is vaguely similar to the Tianxing Immortal beside the Xuantian Immortal. It is the immortal god in charge of thunder punishment in the legend of the Xuantian Sect passed down by word of mouth among mortals.
The so-called heavenly punishment is to punish on behalf of heaven!
Following the gaze of the giant faces in the clouds.
A fierce storm swept through, and no matter how hard the warriors of the Wu Ji Association tried, they could not break through the seemingly short distance.
There seemed to be an invisible storm barrier in front of Emperor Yonghe. No matter how they threw hidden weapons or swung their swords, they were all shattered by the invisible storm barrier, leaving nothing behind.
Even the Martial Saint who had broken through the obstacles of the immortal cultivators with unstoppable force, now slowed down drastically, as if he was stuck in an invisible quagmire.
"It's Elder Tian Xing!" Taoist Chi Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment and his expression calmed down.
"Elder Tian Xing is the elder in charge of punishment in the sect. Although he has a violent temper, his strength is unquestionable."
"This Yonghe Emperor's God Worship Ceremony is of great importance, so naturally there will be elders in charge."
...
Above the clouds.
Several elders from Xuantian Sect were looking down at the scene in the Taoist temple.
From beginning to end, their expressions did not change much. Only when the Martial Saint suddenly jumped up and killed the Taoist Qingyang, did anger flash across the faces of several people.
As the elders of the immortal sect, they relied on their status before the elders and did not compete with the younger generation for the credit to surround and kill the martial saint. But now that Qingyang is dead, the nature of the matter has changed.
"Tian Xing, you should take action. You are good at the Five Thunders Law and have a great momentum, which is suitable for handling such matters." Elder Sun closed his eyes slightly and said:
“Although Qingyang is only an outer sect steward and will die if he dies, he is still a practitioner of our sect in the secular world after all.”
"This matter concerns the reputation of our Xuantian Sect. We must kill the Martial Saint as quickly as possible with the force of thunder and lightning!"
Although Taoist Chiyang and Qingyang were in the same hall with Elder Sun, Elder Tianxing, and the head of the Immortal Sect, there were naturally distinctions among the so-called immortals.
If the headmaster Xuantian Immortal is the "emperor" among all the immortals in the hall, then Chiyang and Qingyang can only be regarded as the most marginal courtiers and working deacons.
As stewards of the immortal sect, Taoists like Chiyang and Qingyang all possess power that surpasses that of ordinary warriors. In the eyes of the elders of Xuantian Sect, they are enough to suppress the secular world.
Their existence means that the immortal sect walks in the secular world, and they also represent the face of the immortal sect.
It would be fine if they died in the fight between immortal cultivators, but they must not die at the hands of mortals!
Otherwise, their Xuantian Sect would inevitably become the laughing stock of the other eight immortal sects.
Now that the matter is done, all we can do is... use the most dazzling way to replant the iron rule that "the difference between immortals and mortals is insurmountable" in the hearts of mortals!
At this moment.
The giant face of the clouds as big as mountains in the sky looked down, overlooking the Martial Saint on earth.
"If a mortal kills an immortal, he should be punished by being struck by five thunders, and both his body and soul will be destroyed." His voice was like rolling thunder, deafening.
The words fell.
It was as if endless white lightning pierced through the rolling dark clouds and fell down like dazzling swords.
Just a moment.
The body of the Martial Saint had been submerged in a sea of electric light, and the dazzling light made it impossible for people to open their eyes.
Along with the pilgrims and people who were a little closer, as well as several people from the Wu Ji Society, they were all submerged in it in an instant and disappeared without a trace.
The dazzling lightning illuminated the dark sky.
The Martial Saint who was being punished in the rolling thunder at this moment naturally became the focus of everyone's attention.
Amid the rolling thunder, the surface skin and flesh instantly turned into pitch-black charcoal under the thunder. The Martial Saint's flesh and blood kept exploding and wriggling, as if trying to repair his injuries.
He opened his mouth wide, as if shouting something to the sky, but all the sounds were drowned out by the rolling thunder and could not be heard clearly.
His eyes were looking far away in the direction of the hall. It seemed that he was looking at Emperor Yonghe, or at Qiao Mu, or maybe he was not looking at anyone at all, but was staring at the statues of immortals and gods in the hall.
Boom!
His three or four meter tall, muscular body turned into charcoal under the thunder and was submerged in the lightning in an instant.
The thunder in the sky stopped abruptly, and the dazzling light suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.
Also disappearing was the Martial Saint whose hair stood on end and who was shouting “The winner will be immortal.”
Under the thunder from heaven, he was reduced to dust and disappeared into ashes.
The whole world suddenly fell silent, the rolling dark clouds quickly dispersed, and the sun shone on the earth again.
A ray of sunlight shone down, illuminating the Taoist temple on the mountain below.
The square in front of the hall has now been shattered into pieces, leaving only a terrifying huge pit in its place. The Martial Saint is no longer there.
“Finally…” Taoist Chiyang breathed a sigh of relief.
But when he thought that there might be an elder watching him, he straightened his back and returned to his usual lofty and superior appearance.
After a brief silence, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted:
"The Martial Saint committed treason and offended the Heaven, and was struck by five thunderbolts, turning into dust, and destroying both his body and soul!"
Among the pilgrims, the lame old man looked fanatical and shouted loudly.
"Good death!"
"There are no more martial saints in the world. That man-eating demon should have been struck by lightning long ago!"
The voices gradually became louder.
Among the crowd, the few surviving martial artists of the Wu Ji Hui had blank looks in their eyes.
At this moment, they were surrounded by the crowd, with the sun shining brightly, but they felt a chill and fear that penetrated deep into their bones.
Is the Martial Saint dead
His death was as sudden as the death of Qingyang Immortal.
"This is impossible... How could a martial saint die?"
"He is the leader of the martial arts world, and the greatest hope for our generation of martial artists to fight against the aliens..."
"I joined the Wu Ji Association because I wanted to see when this strange man would die one day, but now..."
The strength of the spiritual warriors lies in their unwavering mind.
But when their minds were shaken, their strength was greatly reduced.
As excited as they were just now, they are as desperate now.
The Martial Saint used his fists to give them a glimmer of hope of defeating the immortals with martial arts.
But just a moment later, the Martial Saint used his own death to make them see the huge difference between immortals and mortals!
"If even the Martial Saint is dead, easily killed by the thunderbolt of the alien, then what is the point of us practicing martial arts for so many years..."
The Martial Saint is not just one person, but a collection of the strongest martial artists of the previous generation.
This fact has spread rapidly across the land of Nanzhou along with the spread of Tingchao Tower and has become the hottest secret in recent times.
In the contemporary martial arts world, it is an indisputable fact that the Martial Saint is far ahead of others and no one can match him.
As powerful as the Martial Saint is, as desperate as the hearts of these Wu Ji Hui members are at this moment.
His death in battle was not just his own death, but represented the death of the leader of martial arts and the failure of martial arts.
"The winner becomes an immortal, and the loser becomes a demon?" A vague voice echoed above the clouds.
"Is this the so-called Martial Saint that these mortals are talking about?"
Chapter 110 Are you worthy of cultivating immortality? (3k
The Martial Saint, who was so arrogant just now and clamored to compete with the immortals for supremacy, was reduced to ashes by the thunder from the sky, without even a trace of his ashes left.
All the endless arrogance before vanished at this moment.
For a warrior, what is the cruelest thing in the world
He was the Martial Saint, the most powerful martial artist in the world. He had just given them a glimmer of false hope, but now he died so suddenly.
That glimmer of hope was shattered in the blink of an eye.
For a warrior, the Martial Saint is like the scorching sun that illuminates the sky in an instant.
If they had not seen the light, perhaps they could have continued to endure the darkness.
And when the scorching sun in the warriors' hearts also fell, all their lofty ambitions in their hearts disappeared at this moment.
The Martial Saint is a rare genius, a martial arts leader who achieved his status after slaughtering half of the martial arts world with blood. He is the aggregation of the strongest martial artists of the previous generation.
But if he died, and died so easily... How could they fight against the immortal cultivators? Hit them with their heads
"Haha, after practicing martial arts for fifty years, I finally entered the path of spiritual cultivation. Now I realize that I have been on the wrong path from the beginning..."
“I won’t give up. If I also had spiritual roots, if I also had the talent to be an immortal, I could also become an immortal in the eyes of the world…” An assassin from the Wu Ji Society laughed like crazy, waving his sword and rushing towards Emperor Yonghe.
There was no need for Guard Chu to even take action, as the invisible storm barrier surrounding Emperor Yonghe shattered his figure, with broken limbs and flesh flying everywhere.
The death of a third-rank spirit-refining warrior was even easier than that of the Martial Saint.
Elder Tian Xing is no longer in the mountain at this time.
After defeating a Martial Saint, he stood aside and never took any more action.
Except for one martial saint, the rest of the warriors are just losers and will be dealt with by Taoist Chiyang and others.
If an elder like him has to do such trivial matters personally, what is the use of deacons in the Immortal Sect
But even so, the protective spell he left behind still left this third-grade spirit-refining warrior helpless.
"What are you standing there for? Follow me and kill these mortal warriors who are rebelling against their superiors." Taoist Chiyang regained his usual composure and gave orders.
These immortal cultivators once again used their magic weapons or talismans, and rainbow lights flew up.
"Kill!" The assassins of Wu Jihui had sad eyes. Their minds were severely shaken by the death of the Martial Saint just now. At this moment, they drew their swords and looked around in confusion. They didn't even know what they should do. What else could they do
Wu Ji Hui is an organization founded by the Martial Saint. On the surface, its purpose is to collect martial arts from all over the world and pursue the ultimate in martial arts, but in reality, it is to use martial arts to fight against the way of immortals.
And now, the Martial Saint is dead, and his death was so easy and normal, which made them confused. They could only rely on instinct to avoid the immortal cultivators' talisman fire and flying swords.
The leader of the organization died suddenly, and the organization's purpose was proven to be just an illusion. What else can they do
Even Emperor Yonghe, who stood on the opposite side of the Martial Saint, could not avoid feeling a sense of sadness in his heart.
The existence of this martial arts leader represents the ultimate of mortals.
But now he is dead too, so does this mean that... the era of warriors is over and martial arts no longer exist in the world
Qiao Mu watched the scene in silence.
He possesses the power of immortality and is not afraid of death.
So even at such a critical moment, he can still calmly keep his eyes and ears open and observe the movements around him.
When the thunder from the sky enveloped and turned the Martial Saint into dust, he also took in the lives of all living beings behind the thunder.
He saw the lame old man and other people cheering and celebrating, saw the assassins of Wu Ji Society drawing their swords and looking around in confusion, and saw the Chi Yang Immortal quietly straightening his back and ordering the other cultivators to surround him.
The death of the Martial Saint turned the tide of the battle in an instant, shocking everyone.
"The Martial Saint is dead," Qiao Mu sighed in his heart.
He also found it hard to believe that the Martial Saint would die so easily, but things in the world are never as expected...
"Martial Saint, my Martial Saint... What does his death have to do with me? The demon will disintegrate!"
In a flash, Qiao Mu's blood seemed to boil. He stomped his feet hard and rushed towards Emperor Yonghe.
Bang! Bang!
At the moment of performing the Heavenly Demon Disintegration, the fist-sized mass of strange flesh and blood on the chest was vibrating faintly, and a warm current rushed through the meridians of the whole body with the explosion of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration.
At this moment, his body speed suddenly increased greatly. His body created a gust of wind just by running. The speed was so fast that it almost disappeared in the naked eye of ordinary people.
"There's another assassin? Hmm... so fast, what rank is he?" Guard Chu was surprised.
The top three levels of spiritual warriors actually follow the fourth path of martial arts besides strength and power techniques.