Chapter 524 You Win, I Surrender (1/2)

This is an old man with white hair and beard. He looks ordinary, but he exudes a terrifying pressure that shocks the crowd.

He is thin and tall, wearing a crescent-colored Taoist robe, showing an extraordinary temperament, like an immortal in the sky, with an elegant temperament.

But strangely, the other party closed his eyes tightly, without any expression on his face, as if he was asleep, like a sculpture, and there seemed to be deep fatigue and pain between his eyebrows.

And there was no breath fluctuation on his body, not even the breath of the soul, as if he had completely turned into a walking corpse.

After seeing the appearance of this person clearly, the elders and disciples of Qingtian Temple present all shrank their pupils, their eyes were full of fear, and their bodies trembled.

"Master, Master..."

An elder trembled in his voice and shouted out of control.

The others were stunned when they heard it, and they couldn't believe what they saw.

Because, the old man lying on the ground, who was called the master, was the master of Qingtian Temple-Zhang Yunya!

Seeing this scene, many elders present suddenly widened their eyes and showed an expression of disbelief.

"How... How could this happen? How could the aura of the sect master be gone? Could it be..."

An elder said tremblingly, his voice was very low.

He suddenly thought of some ominous premonition in his mind, but he felt it was too absurd and could not accept it at all.

When this was said, the others were also frightened, their faces turned pale, and beads of sweat oozed from their foreheads.

"This is impossible. The sect master's strength is extraordinary. He is a half-step quasi-emperor-level strongman. How could he fall inexplicably?"

Another elder shook his head and rejected it, his tone full of confusion and doubt.

"No... This is absolutely impossible."

An elder who was quite old also shook his head and said, unwilling to accept the reality at all.

Zhang Yunya is a half-step quasi-emperor-level master, with invincible strength.

In theory, even if he encounters a quasi-emperor cultivator, he should have the power to resist.

However, now he fainted strangely, without even a trace of life left.

This made everyone present feel creepy, and their hearts were filled with panic and fear.

They didn't know why Zhang Yunya became like this, but there was no doubt that it was related to Qin Mu.

Especially the elders who had just clamored to destroy the Qin royal family were all panicked at this moment.

After all, they all knew how important Zhang Yunya was to Qingtian Temple, but now he suddenly died strangely, which was really shocking.

"Master, wake up..."

Several younger elders knelt on the ground and cried sadly.

They knew that the master was afraid that this time he was in danger.

Ye Bufan was already stunned.

Although he knew that Qin Mu was very strong, he still couldn't help but tremble with fear after seeing this scene with his own eyes.

He knew clearly the strength of his master. On the surface, he was only a half-step quasi-emperor level strongman, but in fact he had already stepped into that step and reached the true quasi-emperor realm.

Moreover, because of the practice of the skills of another world, his master's current strength can be said to be far beyond any quasi-emperor of the human race, enough to suppress the entire human race.

But at this moment, such a powerful existence was lying in front of him without any life, and his powerful cultivation was gone, and there was no use at all.

Ye Bufan was almost going crazy, and the impact Qin Mu brought to him was too great.

If he was not too familiar with his master, he would never believe that all this was true.

But the facts were in front of him, and he had no choice but to believe it.

Ye Bufan's eyes kept wandering between his master and Qin Mu, his eyes were complex and dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Not only him, but the others present, including the sect masters and elders, were also stunned.

What means did Qin Mu use to kill even a dignified quasi-emperor silently!

At this moment, in addition to awe, the eyes of everyone present looking at Qin Mu were left with deep fear and fear.

Because none of them were sure whether Qin Mu would use them next!

After all, they had targeted Qin Mu before.

No matter what, the strength Qin Mu showed now was too terrifying, enough for them to look up to him.

Qin Mu quietly hung in the air, with a cold arc on the corner of his mouth, looking at Zhang Yunya calmly, without any waves.

"Your headmaster, I solved it for you, no need to thank me."

Qin Mu spoke slowly, his tone was suffocatingly calm, as if he had done something very simple, without any pride.

Qin Mu stared at the elders with cold eyes, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You... what did you do to the headmaster?"

An elder said in shock and anger. Although he was afraid, he still had a fluke mentality, thinking that perhaps the headmaster was just temporarily unconscious.

After all, he was a half-step quasi-emperor!

In this world, except for the real emperor and quasi-emperor, who is almost invincible, who can hurt him?

"Hehe."

Qin Mu sneered disdainfully and walked forward directly, releasing an extremely powerful aura from his body, enveloping the elders.

"Ahhh!"

In an instant, shrill screams resounded in the sky, and all the elders enveloped by Qin Mu exploded to death, their blood spilling across the sky.

In just an instant, all the elders of Qingtian Temple died on the spot.

"Gulu~"

This scene shocked everyone present. Everyone couldn't help but swallow their saliva and looked at this scene in horror.

With his momentum alone, he crushed a group of strong men to death without even having time to resist.

This kind of strength is too terrifying.

And if they disagree, they kill people!

Such cruel behavior made everyone tremble with fear, and endless chills filled their hearts.

"What exactly did you do? I, Qingtian Temple, have no enmity with your Great Qin Dynasty. Why do you want to kill them all?"

An elder from Qingtian Temple roared angrily, staring at Qin Mu with red eyes.

He never expected that Qin Mu would be so unscrupulous and kill without saying a word.

"snort."

Qin Mu snorted coldly and said in a calm tone: "Everyone can kill demons and demons. You, Qingtian Temple, have done so many evil things. How can I allow you to continue to live in this world?"

"It's really nonsense. It's all nonsense. Qingtian Temple has always been charitable and helped the world. It has never done any bad things."

An elder shouted angrily, while a strong sense of crisis vaguely rose in his heart.

If Qin Mu was determined to kill people and silence them, none of them would be able to escape.

After all, the strongest among them was just a peak saint, and he was like an ant in front of Qin Mu.

Qin Mu ignored them and focused his attention on the headmaster Zhang Yunya, with a mocking arc on his lips.

"Zhang Yunya, we finally meet."

He spoke slowly, his voice calm.

After hearing Qin Mu's words, those kneeling on the ground in the Qingtian audience looked up one after another, with hope flashing in their eyes.

Has the Headmaster recovered?

But the next moment, the expressions on their faces suddenly froze, showing expressions of disbelief.

As they watched, they saw Zhang Yunya's body suddenly and violently twitching, with a ferocious expression of extreme pain on his face.

"Pfft~"

Then he opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood, followed by bleeding from all his orifices. The skin all over his body quickly withered and withered, turning into a mummy in the blink of an eye.

"Headmaster..."

All the disciples of Qingtian Temple present cried out in pain, their faces full of sorrow.

They never expected that the dignified headmaster of Qingtian Temple would end up like this.

"Master Headmaster!"

Those elders were even more heartbroken and filled with sadness.

Especially the two Supreme Elders stared at Qin Mu with red eyes, wishing they could eat his flesh and sleep on his skin.

The headmaster is the only young quasi-emperor level being in their Qingtian Temple, and he is also the Optimus Prime of their Qingtian Temple.

Without the headmaster, it would be a huge blow to Qingtian Temple, and it would be impossible to compete with other sects in the future.

"What a cruel little beast, you dare to kill the headmaster, I will fight with you!"

Some people couldn't bear the huge stimulation and stood up with a roar and rushed towards Qin Mu.

He had to admit that the elder was quite loyal, but it was a pity that in Qin Mu's eyes, his attack was just a child's play.

"Boom!"

Qin Mu just stretched out his hand to grab it. As soon as the elder ran two steps, his whole body suddenly exploded and turned into fragments scattered all over the sky.

"Hiss!" Everyone was silent for a moment, all scared to death.

Killing a saint with one move was beyond their comprehension.

Qin Mu turned and looked to the other side with a joking look on his face. There were several old men in white robes standing there. They were the only remaining saints from Qingtian Temple who came to attend the ceremony this time.

"You guys should all be elders of Qingtian Temple."

His eyes fell on the old man in white on the far left and he spoke slowly.

"What do you want to do?" The old man stared at Qin Mu warily, with fear in his eyes.

He is a saint in Qingtian Temple, and his strength is naturally very powerful.

But facing the young man in front of him, his heart was still beating unsatisfactorily, as if it might jump out of his chest at any time.

"Don't you want evidence? Then let your headmaster tell you personally." Qin Mu smiled slightly.

Immediately, he turned around, looked at the mummy lying on the ground, and said coldly: "Tell me, tell the truth, let the world see the true appearance of your Qingtian Temple, and maybe you can avoid some torture."

Hearing this, the mummy suddenly opened its eyes, and a dark and strange light appeared in its pupils, as if there was a will-o'-the-wisp burning.

"Haha... Little bastard, so what if you kill me? If I die, other disciples of Qingtian Temple will rise up, and it won't take long before we can build another Qingtian Temple."

The mummy laughed crazily, with a sarcastic look on its face.

Everyone present was stunned. They didn't expect that Zhang Yunya was still conscious after being turned into a mummy.

The happiest person was naturally the elder of Qingtian Temple. The original sadness disappeared and was replaced by joy and relief.

They know that Zhang Yunya is the pillar of Qingtian Temple. As long as he does not die, Qingtian Temple will be rebuilt in the future.

Qin Mu's expression was still cold, and he didn't make any waves because of what the mummy said. Instead, he raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Zhang Yunya, I hope you won't regret the choice you just made."

"Uh-huh!"

The next moment, Qin Mu flicked his finger, and a sharp edge burst out, piercing Zhang Yunya's chest.

"Boom~"

Instantly, a thick black mist suddenly rushed out of Zhang Yunya's body, wrapped him inside, and formed a thin film.

"Buzz~"

At the same time, the wheel at Qin Mu's brow began to rotate again, and a purple light gushed out and shot into Zhang Yunya's body.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

A series of thunder-like sounds came from Zhang Yunya's body, and the black mist rolled wildly, turning into a series of gloomy winds lingering around, which was shocking.

The black mist quickly squirmed and condensed, turning into a human figure, which was exactly the same as Zhang Yunya.

"Qin Mu, what did you do to me? Let me out!"

The human figure transformed by the black mist roared wildly, with a hoarse and gloomy voice and resentment.

"I'm so sorry, you may need to wait a little longer."

Qin Mu grinned and sneered, then waved his hand, and the sky was full of flames, turning into a red dragon roaring towards Zhang Yunya.

"Ahhhhh~"

A miserable wail resounded throughout the square. The human figure transformed by the black fog quickly collapsed under the attack of the red dragon, and it was almost impossible to maintain its human form.

"Qin Mu, stop it quickly. We can discuss anything." The human figure transformed by the black fog shouted anxiously.

"Too late."

Qin Mu's face was grim. He did not give the other party any chance at all. He continued to drive the fire dragon and burned it violently.

"No..."

"Qin Mu, you are too much!!!"

The shrill screams continued to come out of the black fog, revealing a strong anger that made people palpitate.

But Qin Mu did not stop the attack. Instead, he drove the flames to burn more and more vigorously, not giving Zhang Yunya any chance.

Soon after, the black fog gradually dimmed and became flickering, as if it would dissipate in the next second.

And as time went on, the black fog became weaker and weaker, and it seemed that it could not hold on for much longer.

The audience in the square was boiling instantly.

Everyone knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, grief-stricken.

The old man called the third elder burst into turbid tears and asked tremblingly: "Master, how are you?"

Qin Mu had no expression on his face, slowly raised his right foot and stepped on the black fog.

The next moment, the black fog shook violently, and Zhang Yunya's shrill screams were heard.

"Qin Mu!" The old man's eyes were bloodshot, staring at Qin Mu fiercely.

"Qin Mu, let go of our master, otherwise I will never let you go!"

Hearing Zhang Yunya's screams, the remaining saint elders were panicked.

They immediately stood up, glared at Qin Mu, full of hatred, and wanted to rush up and fight to the death.

However, Qin Mu did not even turn his head, just glanced at them with contempt, and then retracted his gaze.

The elders suddenly felt a great pressure, and their bodies were stiff in place, not daring to act rashly.

Although they wanted to save the headmaster, they didn't want to lose their lives.

After all, although they were saintly cultivators, they were as weak as children in front of Qin Mu and had no power to resist.

"You won, I surrender, please spare my life!"

Finally, after the flames burned for dozens of breaths, Zhang Yunya let out a desperate cry.

Although he was very unwilling, he had no choice but to bow his head and surrender.