Chapter 269
In this moment.
The white gossamer-like internal energy escaping from the body surface turned into a strong blood color. Just the release of the internal energy caused a bloody blazing wind pressure.
The air suddenly tightened, and the violent blood-colored energy exploded the ground of the hall below, and the broken gravel and dust were rolled into the air.
"The myth of martial arts that lasts for three hundred years?" His body flew by like a thunderous giant, and his fists were as powerful as the surging ocean tide:
"The myth has come to an end."
The layers of blood-colored waves of power came one after another, constantly hitting the Yanshen fuselage, rising higher and higher like ocean waves.
"Three stacks...three stacks...five stacks of waves!"
The giant wave of bloody power, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, completely swallowed up the body of the Flame God Machine.
Although Yan Shen Ji tried his best to resist, he also unleashed another super-limited martial skill at this moment, but all his efforts, attempts, and roars were like a lonely boat in the huge waves. After a short stalemate, he was swallowed up by the huge waves. .
Boom!
The body of the Flame God Machine flew out of the air, smashing the pillars and walls of the Jinluan Palace, and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Qiao Mu stood on the spot, with blood all over his body radiating out in all directions, and even wisps of broken flesh splashed out with the spray of blood, which looked quite terrifying.
He didn't stop at all. He slammed his feet on the ground and flew out of the hall after the figure of Yan Shen Ji.
When the Yanshen Machine's body crashed onto the white marble dragon-carved stone steps outside the Jinluan Hall, Qiao Mu's figure followed him like a shadow.
"Shattering Void Sword Finger."
A pale white three-foot qi light shot out from his fingertips, like a long sword made of qi energy in his hand, resting on Yan Shenji's throat.
The Broken Void Finger was originally a burst of volleying finger power from the fingertips, fleeting like an arrow.
But Qiao Mu's internal energy was too much. Even if he didn't use the Demon Disintegration method, the six hundred years of internal energy would be enough to condense into a three-foot invisible sword light.
Under the moonlight, the two looked at each other in silence.
One was standing and the other was lying down, both covered in blood.
at this time.
The crowd in Jinluan Palace hurriedly chased after him, wanting to see the final result of the battle between the two sides.
But this scene made the Imperial Guards feel as if they were turned to stone.
Yanshenji was the founding emperor of his country. He was invincible in the world three hundred years ago and has long been a martial arts myth.
During this period, they could not even imagine that the founder of the country was still alive in Dayan's palace. This was beyond the scope of their imagination.
The portraits of people like the founder of the People's Republic of China were hung in the study room of the imperial palace, and even the emperors of all dynasties paid homage to them, and they offered incense and sacrifices to them on every festival.
The disturbance tonight was originally thought to be an assassination attempt on the emperor.
Unexpectedly, the 300-year-old founding emperor himself was alarmed.
What is even more shocking and inexplicable is that this martial arts legend came to the world again, but was ultimately defeated by the strange Qiao family who came out of nowhere.
"Has the myth fallen?"
"The founder of the country can't stop that man even if he reincarnates..."
In exclamation.
The sword light on Qiao Mu's fingertips disappeared, and he turned around and started to walk away.
The corners of Yan Shenji's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but hissed and asked:
"Wait a minute."
"Why don't you do it?"
He didn't block Qiao Mu's demon from disintegrating and the explosion of the waves. If Qiao Mu hadn't spared a hand, he wouldn't have been able to save a whole body, not to mention his life.
Yan Shenji recalled Qiao Mu sitting on the dragon throne when he first appeared, his eyes looking down at the world, and suddenly thought of a possibility in his mind:
"Is it because... I cherish my talent?"
Thinking of this possibility, he felt inexplicably bitter and absurd in his heart.
He was the 300-year-old founding emperor.
In terms of age, everyone in the world is his junior.
In terms of status, emperors of all dynasties had to call him "ancestor".
In terms of martial arts, he was unrivaled three hundred years ago.
Such a character naturally looks at mortal warriors from the perspective of an old-timer looking at newcomers.
He personally pointed out Chu Tianming, the general of the Royal Forest Army who was a superb martial artist, and the leader of the swordsmanship forty years ago, "Paoding Jie Niu Dao".
It was because of pity that he let go of the eight-armed celestial dragon who had surpassed the top three in the world...
How could a person like him be spared his life one day on the grounds of "cherishing his talent"?
And with Qiao Mu's current age and strength, he really has this qualification... This made Yan Shenji's chest surge, and he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
"Talent? The situation is too small." Qiao Mu glanced at him.
Yanshenji did not use the Human King Sword until the end.
Although he lost this battle, he was by no means without a chance of winning.
"If you want to be an enemy of the Nine Immortal Sects, martial arts need more strong men. This is also a reason."
Qiao Mu looked down at Yanshenji, and saw himself standing in blood from his eyes.
Yanshenji is the same type of warrior as Qiao Mu.
Not just because both of them are immortals in the human world, both are extremely accomplished in the longevity boxing, and they are both hexagonal warriors.
Qiao Mu has always been selective.
If he chooses to live forever in the world of mortals, instead of living in a cycle of constantly seeking death, dreaming, going to jail, and taking the college entrance examination, his life can be smoother and smoother.
He can become the second Yan Taizu.
These are two different paths, eternal life in the mortal world, or reincarnation in the sea of blood.
During the three seconds when he looked at Yan Shenji just now, Qiao Mu was really thinking about whether to kill Taizu Yan.
By killing Taizu Yan, Qiao Mu can become a more powerful Taizu Qiao.
With his strength, he can create a new dynasty in today's troubled times, live forever in the mortal world, and become the ancestor of the dynasty. It is a beautiful thing to practice martial arts in the palace while walking with birds and cats.
As long as you ignore the existence of the Nine Immortal Sects, pay tribute like Emperor Yonghe of the Great Yan Dynasty, and wait for Qiao Mu to keep a low profile for thousands of years, then you can blow up the Nine Immortal Sects with one punch.
This is also an option.
Further, there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood for the Qiao family.
Take a step back, Emperor Taizu Yanshenji.
"You are a mirror to me." Qiao Mu looked at his reflection in Yan Taizu's pupils and said slowly:
“Using people as a mirror can help us understand gains and losses.”
After saying that, he ignored Taizu Yan, the flesh and blood all over his body slowly squirmed, the cracked skin began to heal, and he turned and walked away.
Only Yan Taizu was left lying there, looking slightly stunned.
He was not a fool. After being stunned for a moment, he understood the meaning of Qiao Mu's words.
Use people as mirrors, that is, use them as objects of comparison and reflections in the mirror to remind and alert yourself:
Don't be the person in the mirror.
Yan Taizu was silent for a long time, then slowly sat up, took out a small medicine bottle from his sleeve, and swallowed a healing pill.
He sat cross-legged on the ground and exercised, and soon his complexion improved, no longer as dying as before.
In fact, it wasn't like he didn't have a chance to win just now...not just with the Human King Sword.
As a body of medicinal spirits, Taizu Yan naturally had a variety of top-quality elixirs on hand.
Qiao Mu has flesh and blood that can change and heal his wounds, and he has healing medicine to heal his wounds.
Qiao Mu had the demon disintegrated, but Yan Shenji actually also had a "Three Yuan Creation Pill" that increased his power several times in a short period of time.
Kryptonians can do whatever they want.
It's just that Qiao Mu's method of disintegrating the demon was too decisive, and he simply didn't take his own life seriously.
The opportunity was fleeting, and by the time Yan Shenji wanted to swallow the "Three Yuan Creation Pill", it was already too late.
"He didn't spare my life because of my talent, but he regarded me as a martial arts talent who could fight against the Immortal Sect."
"He also uses me, the founding emperor of the dynasty, as his disdainful reflection in the mirror to constantly alert and remind himself."
Taizu Yan could only remain silent.
He regarded the Great Yan Dynasty as his lifelong obsession, but the other party did not take it lightly and easily gave up the opportunity to kill him.
If before Qiao Mu opened his mouth to reveal the reason, Taizu Yan still felt regretful, feeling that he had lost the opportunity and was regretting the defeat.
Now he has different feelings.
"Does an immortal who is more than 600 years old have such a state of mind and understanding?" Taizu Yan was slightly impressed.
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The founder of the country three hundred years ago returned to the world, and was finally defeated at the hands of the Qiao family!
Such a scene shocked both the Imperial Palace Guards and Feiyu Guards.
For Hai Siyuan and other veterans, this scene was shocking, but also a blessing for the rest of their lives.
When they charged towards the founding emperor of this dynasty, they indeed had the ambition to die.
Not being afraid of death does not mean wanting to die.
If you can survive, that would be better.
Hai Wuya looked at this scene from a distance, a sickly flush appeared on his cheeks again, he coughed a few times, and his waist became rickety.
"Father, can you still hold on?" Hai Siyuan stepped forward and patted Hai Wuya's back, helping him move forward.
"Ha, I've lasted long enough." Hai Wuya just responded with a faint smile.
Hai Siyuan said in a deep voice:
"This matter is over now. Father, if you hold on a little longer, we can go see Dr. Dong right away."
"Didn't the miracle doctor help you stay alive for several months? I guess he must have another way."
Hai Wuya didn't speak anymore, but he knew in his heart that he was almost at the end of his struggle to hold on for a breath.
Even gods can't save him, let alone Dr. Dong.
However, he did not reject his eldest son's efforts, but nodded lightly... Treating dying patients who had no hope of recovery actually reassured the heart of Hai Siyuan, the eldest son of the family.
If he failed to break into the palace to save Hai Wuya because he did not try his best, he would feel sad because of this.
"We don't have much time... Let's go then. You enter Stone City and I will take you out of the palace."
Qiao Mu spoke.
After entering the Divine Refining Super Stage, he had already noticed the gazes of the immortal cultivators above his head in the sky, but these were already minor details.
Hai Wuya's life is in danger, and it is important to take him away in time.
Moreover, he was also quite curious about Dong Xinglin, the miracle doctor who could extend Hai Wuya's life.
Back then, Qiao Mu got a fingering technique from Dong Xinglin, Shattered Virtual Finger.
This finger technique actually belongs to the superior martial arts. Now that it has been perfected, when the internal energy is full, it can even condense into a three-foot sword energy at the fingertips.
Hai Wuya had previously claimed that there was no separation between medicine and martial arts, and he had repeatedly discussed matters with Dong Xinglin. Now it seems that maybe the matter is not that simple.
Hai Wuya and his son stepped into the stone city in Li Changshi's hands one after another. Qiao Mu's figure flashed and he flew up with his feet on the palace wall. As the long night was about to break, he left the palace in an honorable manner.
Thousands of imperial guards and flying fish guards watched them leave, and no one tried to stop them.
Block? Are you kidding me?
Even if the founding emperor with unparalleled courage could not keep him in his reincarnation, what else could they do?