As for the three aspects of strength, power and skills, he is not necessarily too far ahead of the fourth-grade warrior. The fourth grade is already the soft upper limit of the warrior's human body.
The extreme speed that Qiao Mu suddenly burst out at this moment was beyond Guard Chu's understanding. Not to mention comparing it with himself, it reminded him of the inhuman Martial Saint who appeared before.
But despite Qiao Mu's speed, Guard Chu's intuition did not give any warning... Was it because of the wind barrier beside Emperor Yonghe? He wondered.
Taoist Chiyang was only slightly surprised, that was all.
The strongest Martial Saint among mortals has been killed. Can the remaining remnants of the Wu Ji Society still make waves
Just the next moment.
Qiao Mu ran wildly, passing Emperor Yonghe directly, without slowing down at all, and rushed into the hall.
Even the Martial Saint who died in the heavenly thunder might not be able to break Elder Tian Xing’s wind barrier, let alone him.
So he decisively gave up the idea of assassinating the emperor and rushed directly into the main hall of Qingyun Temple.
After the giant thundercloud face in the sky dissipated, Qiao Mu noticed that the statue of the immortal Tian Xing in the hall seemed to have dimmed a little.
At that time, everyone else was shocked by the sudden death of the Martial Saint. Only Qiao Mu, who had been keeping an eye on all directions, noticed this fleeting scene.
So he made a decision.
Things have come to this point. Surrounded by this group of immortals and with Elder Tian Xing in charge, assassinating Emperor Yonghe has become an impossible plan.
So, what he can do now is to work hard on other things.
At this moment, Qiao Mu's whole body was shrouded in a strange blood light. His internal strength burst out, the flesh and blood on his chest quickly heated up, and a warm current gathered throughout his body.
"Wu Qizhen's flesh and blood is indeed extraordinary. I am not that strong... But I don't have time to think about it..."
His eyes widened in anger and he kicked at the dim statue of the immortal Tian Xing on the altar.
After this kick, Qiao Mu felt as if all his internal strength and blood were drained away, and even the strange flesh and blood on his chest was shrinking rapidly.
His whole body seemed to turn into a ray of blood light, sweeping across the hall and kicking the statue of Tian Xing Xian, whose divine light was dim!
"We are born free, who dares to be superior to us?"
Amidst the roar that echoed throughout the hall, his figure dropped from the air and stood directly on the altar. He drew the sword in his hand and slashed wildly at the statue of Xuantian Immortal who was in the lead.
With a clang sound, the sword in his hand shattered into pieces, but the gushing sword light also left a long crack on the statue of the Xuantian Immortal.
Apart from these two statues, the rest were protected by an inexplicable force, and even though Qiao Mu tried his best to cut them, he was unable to break them.
The recoil force caused Qiumu to bleed all over his body. The mass of flesh and blood on his chest squirmed rapidly and melted at an astonishing speed. The heat that was surging throughout his body gradually faded away.
Behind him, the immortal statue of Elder Tian Xing was shattered into pieces under the tremendous force, falling to the ground and breaking into large and small pieces.
The hall was completely silent for a moment, and the only sound that could be heard was the statue falling to the ground and shattering.
Emperor Yonghe in front of the hall was dumbfounded. His hair stood on end unconsciously and he suddenly became speechless.
How could this man be so bold? The Martial Saint had just died in front of them, and he actually dared to destroy the statue in front of the Xuantian Sect's immortal cultivators
Taoist Chiyang, who was riding on a flying sword, also twitched his face and felt a chill.
The statue of Elder Tian Xing.
"Is this warrior deliberately destroying Emperor Yonghe's worship ceremony? Ruin the good deeds of my Xuantian Sect?" This thought suddenly emerged in his mind.
At this moment.
The atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly became stagnant.
Although no one took action, there was an invisible murderous aura that made it difficult for Emperor Yonghe and others to breathe.
Silently.
Inside the hall, the many statues of immortals on all sides underwent slight changes.
The immortals' original compassionate expressions changed to indifferent looks, and pairs of eyes stared silently at the tree from all directions.
If the previous Emperor Yonghe was secretly manipulated by the immortal cultivators of Xuantian Sect and had to bear the gazes and shouts of thousands of pilgrims, the pressure was like a mountain collapsing, trying to break his knees and spine.
Now, Qiao Mu, who is standing proudly on the altar, is being watched by hundreds of immortals from the Xuantian Sect, and the pressure is naturally incomparable.
"It is extremely disrespectful for mortals to blaspheme against gods and insult immortals." A vague voice came from nowhere and echoed in the hall.
"When you are struck by five thunders, your body and soul will be destroyed." Another voice began to sound.
"You will be sent to the Netherworld and be damned for eternity."
The entire hall was recalling these ethereal voices. An invisible force emerged, pulling Qiumu's body into the air.
At this moment, Qiao Mu seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. He couldn't exert any strength at all. Only his mouth could move.
Then he laughed.
"Pretending to be a god, what kind of gods are you?" He grinned, his face full of mockery:
"You guys are worthy of cultivating immortals? You guys are worthy of being called immortals!"
"In this mortal world, there are no saints. No one can transcend, and no one can become an immortal!"
"You are just strange people who are wearing the skin of immortals and flattering yourself with the name of immortals!"
Qiao Mu's blood and energy burst out. He stretched out his fingers in the air with difficulty, tapped his temple lightly, and laughed:
"There are no immortals in this world. There are only a group of aliens sitting on the altar, a group of aliens whose brains are different from those of ordinary people and who do not treat humans as human beings!"
Chapter 111 The Martial Arts Champion (3k
Qiao Mu is an immortal time traveler, so he has no awe for the emperor, martial saints, or even the so-called immortals and gods in this world.
His words, to the ears of everyone in the hall, were even more deafening than the thunderbolt that had just struck the Martial Saint to death.
Even the assassins of the Wuji Society, who regarded strangers as their imaginary enemies, felt inexplicably shocked in their hearts.
"Another crazy one." After getting over the initial surprise, looking at the warrior Qiao Mu who smashed the statue in anger, this was the only thought that flashed through Taoist Chiyang's mind.
The Martial Saint is dead, and the outcome is decided.
The few assassins who were still alive at this time were only able to survive under the siege of the immortal cultivators.
Even they themselves don't know what they are fighting for. Their minds are confused and the only thing left is the instinct to survive.
Just like the soul-refining assassin who tried to assassinate Emperor Yonghe but was smashed to pieces by the wind barrier beside him.
No matter how loud and fierce the anger and accusations of mortals are, what does it matter
After all, they could not assassinate Emperor Yonghe, disrupt the worship ceremony, or change the overall situation. At most, they could cause a little trouble.
"It's not easy for an ant to shake a tree. Even the strongest among you mortals, the so-called Martial Saint, is dead. Your courage is useless."
Taoist Chiyang waved his sleeves, and a wind blew up in the hall. The broken stones of the statue gathered together again, returned to the altar, and re-formed a complete statue.
The body of the statue was still covered with cracks, but it still had a complete human form and was not as ugly as before.
If Elder Tian Xing does not take action, it means that as a deacon, he is more than capable of dealing with this mortal.
It is certainly shocking that this person destroyed the statue, but what is shocking is his audacity, not anything else.
At this time, Qiao Mu had been imprisoned in the hall by an invisible force, and only his mouth could move.
But he still insisted.
Qiao Mu shouted, "The Martial Saint is dead. If we follow his logic, then we can only blame him for being weak, not others."
"The dead are gone, so should the living abandon themselves? It is better to remember my name, Qiao Zhong."
"Even if I die today, I will ring the death knell for you fake immortals!"
As soon as these words came out.
The remaining Wu Jihui assassins were also enraged.
Although the Martial Saint was cruel and bloodthirsty, many of his Wu Ji Hui members had acquired the top martial arts techniques in the old martial arts world from him, so he naturally had many loyal supporters within the Wu Ji Hui.
"Although the Martial Saint died, he died at the hands of an immortal. He is still the strongest martial artist!"
"In the past few decades in the martial arts world, no one has been able to match him. He just died, and you are so eager to jump out?"
"What? Are you going to deify the Martial Saint too? It's not enough to worship the immortals and gods, you also have to worship the Martial Saint?" Qiao Mu retorted.
Taoist Chiyang also seemed a little surprised.
I thought that the rats that came to cause trouble this time were all followers of the Martial Saint, but now it seems... that is not the case.
No matter how unexpected it was, he would not hesitate at this moment.
He was just about to take action to kill Qiao Mu when suddenly a man in the hall took two steps forward.
As this man walked, everyone's eyes focused on him, quite surprised.
Even the hundred statues of immortals on the altar in the main hall, looking down at Qiao Mu, turned their heads to look at him.
This person is Emperor Yonghe.
A character that no one expected.
The Martial Saint and the Wu Ji Society wanted to assassinate him, and the immortal cultivators of the Xuan Tian Sect wanted him to kneel down and kowtow to the immortals.
He was the core figure in this incident, but he seemed to be in the eye of the storm. No one had ever taken him seriously, a tyrant known for his incompetence.
The Martial Saint's opponent is the immortal cultivator from the Xuantian Sect, and no one cares about him.
The immortal cultivators of Xuantian Sect carried out this strategy of concealing their true intentions by taking the other eight immortal sects as their imaginary enemies. Even dealing with the Martial Saint was just a side job, so naturally they looked down on him as a mortal emperor.
But the atmosphere at this moment is a little different.
"Emperor Yonghe, what do you mean?" asked a vague voice.
"Immortals of Xuantian Sect, before you worship the gods, can you let me ask you a few questions first?" Emperor Yonghe asked in a deep voice.
At this moment, he seemed to have suddenly gained some confidence, and his words and actions were back to the emperor he once was.
The hundreds of immortal statues in the hall stared at Emperor Yonghe for a long time and then fell silent.
"Qiao Zhong, you don't seem to be a subordinate of the Martial Saint, so why are you here?" Emperor Yonghe asked.
At this moment, his face was deeply frowned.
Qiao Zhong? This name surprised him.
Qiao Mu's current appearance was disguised by the flesh and blood disguise technique, so he naturally couldn't recognize him.
But he naturally knew the name Qiao Zhong, and it reminded him of the time when he was at the gate of the Taoist temple in Heyang City, when he hesitated for a long time, wanted to save but failed, and was eventually burned to death by Qiao Pifu.
Another member of the Qiao family
"Of course I came here to kill you..." At this moment, Qiao Mu even felt that the invisible sense of restraint on his body had weakened a little.
Although he was suspicious of Emperor Yonghe's abnormality, he also thought about it seriously.
Wu Ji's plan to assassinate the emperor was something he had thought about getting involved in a long time ago.
But at that time, it was just a crude plan to kill the Martial Saint and use the power of the Great Yan Dynasty to kill someone with a borrowed knife.
But now it’s different.
A high-quality death can make trees stronger over the years.
Therefore, he does not need to care about gains and losses, does not need to be afraid of the powerful, cherishes his life and fears death, and can do whatever he wants.
The Martial Saint is dead, and no one will give him any top secret manuals, but what can he do about it
From the time he traveled through time until now, everything he did was done with the selfish desire to become stronger, but wasn't it all done based on the will in his heart
And that’s what he wanted to do.
"I came here to kill you, but more importantly, I came here to vent my anger," he said.
Regardless of whether it is the laws of Dayan or the rules of the Immortal Sect, the greatest punishment for a person is death.
Qiumu is not afraid of death and even yearns for it. So what can stop him or restrain him
If he wanted, he could become an ancestor Yueya Tianchong at any time. Just thinking about it made him feel secretly happy.
When he dies as an ancestor of his from indulging in his desires, he might be able to explore a new idea for a high-quality death: dying for evil.
But after feeling secretly happy, he still wanted to do what he wanted to do.
I am not an ancestor, nor a righteous superman, but what an ordinary person with a sense of justice wants to do.
Since he came to this world, he has talked and laughed with no dignitaries, and the people he interacted with were all commoners. Most of the people he came into contact with were ordinary people in this world.