Chapter 168
Rating of this death: A (passing on the fire, the backbone of Kyushu)
Death consumption life span: 32 (16*2) years
Number of resurrections remaining this week: 4/5
Current age: 141 years old
Qi and blood: 34%
Skill:
Longevity Fist (small success, the training chapter is completed) Ripples and Waves Jin (fourth level: Four Layers of Waves) Wu Sheng Sheng Rhinoceros (small success) Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu (fifth level) Sumeru Mountain King Sutra (sixth level) Military Martial Arts Code (Xiaocheng)
Shattered Void Finger (Mastery)
Shadow Sword Technique (Perfection)
Iron Crotch Skill (Perfection) Golden Bell Cover Iron Cloth Shirt (Dacheng)
Hidden Shadow Step (Perfect)
The Demon's Disintegration Technique (Perfection) Red Moon Burning Blood Technique (Xiao Cheng) Violent Blood Technique (Xiao Cheng)
Thousands of changes in flesh and blood (Xiao Cheng)
Eye Swordsmanship (Mastery)
.....
More than thirty years of long and hard years suddenly seemed like a dream.
In Qiao Mu's memory, after his death this time, he was still the same as before, not lazy at all, and practicing martial arts every second.
The last S-level death evaluation allowed Qiao Mu to skip thirty years in one fell swoop, but this time with an A-level evaluation and double settlement, Qiao Mu skipped one point higher than last time.
I just learned Li Changge's "Military Ways and Martial Arts" a few days ago, and I have already completed it today.
It can be said to be rapid progress.
It seems that because he has become a martial artist, the experience of practicing martial arts for more than thirty years seems to be clearer than before.
And the Sumeru Mountain King Sutra also broke through to the sixth level in one fell swoop.
The King of Sumeru Mountain practiced the art of qi and blood, and the breakthrough at the sixth level meant that Qiao Mu, a 141-year-old body, had a lot more qi and blood than when he was 109 years old, making him even more fierce.
It seemed that there were more and denser wrinkles and age spots on his face, but Qiao Mu tried to move his muscles and there was no feeling of stiffness.
However, the "A Thousand Changes of Flesh and Blood" obtained from Wu Qizheng was changed into "A Thousand Changes of Flesh and Blood" at this time.
As Qiao Mu thought, the bones all over his body made a clicking sound, and his body shape, height and even facial features were undergoing subtle changes.
"In a moment, it seems that even the flesh and blood around him can control changes... After refining the gods, the martial artist seems to have some extraordinary powers."
He did not spend any more time studying the progress in martial arts that he had made during the thirty years of seclusion and hard training. Instead, he passed by like a light smoke and went straight into the battlefield.
Chapter 197 I am the reinforcement (4k
Under the broken city wall.
Qiao Mu's body fell into a pool of blood, still breathless, and the blood dyed the yellow sand red.
The little cat snuggled quietly in his arms until his heart stopped beating and the body was only warm.
The storyteller's clairvoyance glanced at the sudden appearance of the tabby cat from the corner of his eye, his brows and eyes flashing from time to time.
As one of the pillars of the Tingchaolou Anecdote Sect, Clairvoyant has compiled and heard a vast array of anecdotes, so he was thinking about the origins of this strange cat.
While he was observing carefully, he saw that the tabby cat suddenly trembled and suddenly got out of the arms of Qiao Mu's corpse.
"When a person dies, are he ready to leave?" The clairvoyant frowned and thought:
"I have vaguely heard of such monsters that appear next to the dying person and then leave after death. It is said that there used to be a monster that fed on the energy of death and was called the Messenger of Hades..."
Halfway through his thoughts, he saw that the demon cat's pupils suddenly dilated slightly, and its small body began to tremble on the sand. It lay weakly on the sand, even its tongue was hanging out, hanging to the side, as if A weak and limp appearance.
"What's going on? Will monsters that feed on death energy still behave like this? Or am I thinking wrong?" Thousand Mile Eyes nodded secretly:
"Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. It turns out that the monster after absorbing the death energy will temporarily become paralyzed, so---"
Just when he thought of this, all three of his eyes trembled slightly and suddenly looked in one direction.
A gentle breeze blew by, stirring up the dust on the ground.
An old man with white hair reaching his waist appeared in front of him.
The tabby cat was still slumped on the ground, with its tongue hanging out. It reluctantly opened its eyes and looked at the standing tree, and then at the lying tree.
Ordinary people rely on vision to identify people, while cats and dogs rely more on their sense of smell to identify people. However, for the demon cat Impermanence, it relies on the invisible life force to identify people.
It doesn't understand now.
Because it's just a little kitten.
But as the rich death energy penetrated into its body, its belly began to bulge.
Although I don't understand, it feels so good... The cat gave up thinking and continued to lie limply on the ground.
"You are..." The storyteller was surprised and uncertain.
The old man appeared suddenly. His white hair was spread over his shoulders like frost, and the length almost reached his waist.
He was very old, but his face was vaguely similar to Qiao Shuangsen lying on the ground.
Of course, Qiao Shuangsen's body was there, dying in full view of the public. No one would associate the old man in front of him with Qiao Shuangsen, who was clearly dead.
So Lu Yanbei was stunned and only guessed that the old man might be related to Qiao Shuangsen based on his appearance.
The storyteller's clairvoyance had a guess in his mind.
The people in this isolated city didn't know about the reclusive Qiao family who was famous outside, and Lu Yanbei, who had been in the isolated city for a year, didn't know about it.
But he knew it.
"Is this another centenarian from the Qiao family?" he guessed.
The reclusive Qiao family follows the ancient principle of blood revenge. On weekdays, family members do not help each other and are quite independent. They seem to be just one person with little power, no different from ordinary people who have no family relatives.
But once a descendant of the Qiao family dies unexpectedly, the next Qiao family elder will come one after another to personally avenge the tragic death of the Qiao family.
It’s just that the clairvoyant didn’t expect it.
Forget about other places, this lonely city in the desert is shrouded in the Immortal Sect's magic array. Can the elders of the Qiao family come in?
Thinking of this, he felt a little more hopeful.
"I, Qiao Shuangsen (ruo, four tones), Qiao Shuangsen is my son." Qiao Mu turned around and looked at the clairvoyant:
"The Qiao family is connected by blood, but I am still a step too late. In my old age, I still have to collect the body of my son..."
Qiao Mu sighed slightly and looked into the distance.
The isolated city is shrouded in an illusion formation and cannot see the scenery of the nine states outside, including the existence of Xi'an Pass.
But Qiao Mu could sense it.
After entering the Refining God, the intuitive feeling is no longer intermittent, but can always be sensed by Mrs. Bai who is far away in Xi'an Pass according to the guidance of "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Art".
"Li Changge's "Lingxi Jue" can intuitively sense Madam Bai's existence from a distance across the Immortal Sect's great formation, but cannot gather together due to the existence of the mysterious formation."
"People in the city say that Li Changge died twenty years ago. This happened to be the year when the Anxi Pass was built and Madam Bai guarded it. It's not a coincidence."
Let’s talk about Li Changge’s matter separately.
Since the intuitive induction of Lingxi Jue and Wu Shengsheng Rhinoceros Jue can ignore the illusion formation.
Then the Qiao family members have practiced the Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Art, so they can sense each other, or there is some more advanced method that can go a step further and even enter the big formation. Is it reasonable?
"Mr. Qiao..." Lu Yanbei pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.
He understands the feeling of a white-haired person giving a black-haired person a gift.
Although the "black-haired man" is older than him, it must be uncomfortable for the elder to say goodbye to the younger generation with his own hands.
In front of him, Qiao Jisen acted very calmly, but he probably just hid his sadness deep in his heart...
In his eyes, Qiao Jisen stood with his back to him, his hands behind his back shaking slightly, as if he was trying his best to control the emotional ups and downs in his heart.
And Qiao Mu’s heart was indeed full of emotions:
"Damn it, after thirty-two years of hard training, I've become stronger again. I really want to show off. I can't control my unicorn arm anymore, but I still have to endure it and ask a few questions first."
But before entering the battlefield, he did not forget to glance at his clairvoyant eyes and said calmly:
"Listen to the storyteller of Chaolou? Your eyes seem to be different from ordinary people?"
"There are only Dao soldiers in front of you, and no strangers appear on the battlefield. Tell me, apart from the enemies in front of you, what else did you see?"
Qiao Mu keenly noticed that when he arrived, both the tabby cat and the clairvoyant had obvious changes, and they noticed his arrival.
The former is not surprising. To the demon cat Wu Chang, Qiao Mu is simply human catnip.
The reaction of the clairvoyant was actually faster than that of Lu Yanbei, a martial artist with keen intuition. This was very unusual.
The stranger uses magic to control the bean soldiers. Although he is not on this battlefield, according to common sense, he shouldn't be too far away, right?
On the sand battlefield.
Captain Hai led a group of 300 old soldiers to charge, and fought fiercely with the remaining dozen soldiers.
Captain Hai regarded this battle as the last battle in his life, so he fought with all his strength and was determined to die.
On the hillside in the distance, Daoshun looked at the battlefield in the distance, but his mood was not very good.
His body aches.
Cultivation is about wealth, and wealth is the first priority. Whether it is elixirs, spells, or these spiritual beans for refining bean soldiers, they all need to be purchased with spiritual stones.
"Only in the Baili Desert can such a large number of mortals who are brave and unafraid of death emerge."
"Out of this desert, it is difficult to find such average and high-quality soldier souls in Kyushu outside." Daoshun sighed.
It is an exaggeration to say that there is no grass growing in this desert, but it is true that water and food are scarce, and it is a desperate place for life.
The martial artist has no food to supplement. In the initial training period, it is difficult to reach the point where the muscles are full and the qi and blood are abundant. It is even more difficult to strengthen the inner strength.
At the same time, the more difficult and difficult the environment, the better it is for training one’s mind and character.
Therefore, the martial arts cultivation of this lone army does not match their achievements in refining gods.
"It's a pity that my bean soldiers have been damaged too much. It is difficult to harvest all three hundred old soldiers... If we continue to fight, we will lose money."
"Oh, it would be great if I were an elder's son like Senior Sister Daoxu. If I get into trouble, I would be protected by Elder Qingyi, and I would be rich and powerful..."
"It's also my fault that the martial saint in the secular world. If he hadn't killed a disciple of the Xuantian Sect who was in the middle stage of foundation building, when I entered the middle stage, I would have been able to become a Taoist deacon walking in the secular world..."
When Dao Shun was talking to himself, his expression suddenly changed.
He quickly shook the storage bag on his waist, and the two spirit beans fell on the sand. In an instant, they turned into two tall soybeans that were three meters high and guarded him in front of him.
But the bean general on the left had just appeared. Just as he straightened his body, he suddenly froze.
A hand that was far larger than an ordinary person grabbed the general's head.
The surging inner energy exploded, and the three-meter-tall bean general just appeared and burst into pieces all over the ground.
Qiao Mu stood there and glanced at his right hand.
His right hand swelled in a large circle at this moment, the skin on the surface was red, hot and hard, and a blazing white energy came out of the palm.
The variety of flesh and blood, or the variety of flesh and blood in Qiao Mu's hands, is a strange trick of Wu Qizheng.
If you reach the level of god refining, you can use the powerful "god" to control human body flesh and blood, and make certain changes according to your own wishes.
And just now, he was transporting Qi and blood, just like manipulating the internal energy in the meridians, trying to adjust his right hand into a state more suitable for exerting energy.
"Where did this mortal come from?" A voice shouted in his ear.
I saw the storage bag on my waist shaking, and many more spirit beans were scattered on the sand, and more than a dozen two-meter-high bean soldiers rushed out.
Qiao Mu, however, froze on the spot, seemingly stunned, looking at Daoshun who was guarded by these bean soldiers and generals.
Dao Shun saw that Qiao Mu seemed to be frightened, so he frowned and said calmly:
"You damaged one of my bean soldiers... You have caused trouble. Leave now and I can forgive your offense, otherwise you will be in ruins---"