Chapter 179
Daozhen looked at the shimmering jade slip in his hand and fell into deep thought.
"Dao Ni is also dead. The three hundred beans under him were wiped out, and they were killed in a short period of time. This shows that the enemy's strength is far superior to him."
"Dao Ni's interrogation came to an abrupt end. He was probably attacked and killed by others in the middle of the interrogation..."
"More than that, the Qiao family members who have entered the 'Hundred Miles of Desert' are still unable to have their souls restrained by the formation... I have informed my master, Elder Qingyi, about this matter, but he is in the imperial capital and has not responded."
Daozhen looked at the middle-aged deacon in front of him.
This deacon is in charge of the sect's secret realm and is also responsible for rescuing the disciples in the secret realm. At this time, his face gradually became serious.
If a person is on the right track and misses the mark, it may be because he is careless or incompetent, and the boat capsizes in the gutter.
But this kind of thing is ultimately irreversible.
Daoni was well prepared and was always known for his caution. Even he overturned his car, which meant that the sect's secret realm, the "Hundred Miles of Desert", was already showing signs of being out of the hands of the Immortal Sect.
"I know, I will take action." The secret realm deacon nodded.
In fact, the person who asked him to take action actually had some evil intentions...
However, even if this matter was within the scope of his responsibilities, it was appropriate for him to take action.
The deacon was about to turn into a rainbow and fly into the sky when he saw a ray of light falling from the sky and transformed into an old Taoist with white eyebrows and a sinister face.
"You take action? Are you rushing to die?" The old man with white eyebrows looked coldly.
"Why is Elder Qingzhuo here too?" The deacon saluted quickly, but he was surprised and confused in his heart.
This Elder Qingzhuo, like Elder Qingyi, is a figure of the same generation as the current sect leader. Even if the "Baili Desert" is suddenly destroyed, I'm afraid it won't disturb such a big shot, right?
Why did this clear elder come here? And from what he said, he seemed to know something about this matter?
The secret steward subconsciously turned his head and looked at Daozhen beside him.
"Why are Master Qingzhuo here?" Daozhen also frowned.
"Your master has been very busy recently. He is busy with the matter of enclosing the territories." Taoist Qingzhuo said:
"The King of Qin has become powerful, and the next step is to seal off the territories and establish another earthly fairy kingdom in this Zhongzhou."
"It's just that this matter still hasn't been hidden from the other eight immortal sects. Except for the Xuantian Sect of Nanzhou, which suffered a loss before, the other eight immortal sects will probably follow the example of our Dao Sect and establish above-ground immortal kingdoms in each state. Hidden behind the scenes..."
Since the last incident, the Xuantian Sect suffered a secret loss from its boss, and even the sect's most precious treasure, the "Tengo Mirror", was taken away.
Although the foundation is still there, the other eight immortal sects do not dare to go too far, but on the surface, they have begun to lag behind the other eight immortal sects.
"One wrong step, one wrong step after another, the Xuantian Sect is greedy and it is the result of this disaster."
Taoist Qingzhuo sneered a few times and continued:
"Although this matter is a mundane matter, it is also related to the Immortal Sect's grand plan and is quite important. Senior Brother Qingyi told me about this matter because he was incapable of doing anything else." When Taoist Qingzhuo said this, he snorted coldly:
"He is quite shrewd. He has calculated correctly that I will not refuse..."
"Is it because of the Qiao family? The Qiao family cannot be captured by the formation. Is this too strange?" Daozhen said hurriedly.
He has always been interested in the Qiao family. The more he pays close attention to them, the more extraordinary he feels.
As for the matter of Gucheng, where he originally came from, he has always been more concerned about it.
That lonely city in the desert should be destroyed. The tragedy of blood and tears for forty years is meaningless. It is better to end it in advance and rest in peace, which is also a good deed.
There was no way out if he continued, it would just be more torture.
But as soon as Daozhen said these words, Taoist Qingzhuo couldn't help but laugh.
"Daozhen, your vision is a bit shallow after all." Qingzhuo Taoist smiled and said nothing:
"A mortal whose soul cannot be restrained...Although this matter is bizarre, it is not enough to alert me. After all, he is just a mortal."
"What Uncle Qingzhuo means is that he knows the reason why the formation cannot restrain souls?" Daozhen asked.
"There are just two possibilities." Qingzhuo Taoist said casually:
"Either the Qiao family are not ordinary people with complete souls, but other weird soulless creatures..."
"Either it was the action of other great powers...or even the influence of ancient gods. For example, some mortals who believe in ancient gods and demons have their souls polluted, so the soul-binding formation is naturally incomparable."
"Although these things are rare, they are not uncommon, and they don't require me to come here personally..."
Taoist Qingzhuo didn't pay much attention to these details. It was obvious that what shocked him was not the Qiao family that Daozhen said could not be soul-detained.
"Uncle Master, are you going to take action personally?" Daozhen was surprised.
He originally thought that it would be safe to invite the deacon of the secret realm, but he did not expect that this matter would also alarm the elders of the immortal sect who were of the same generation as his master.
He knew that among the elders of the Immortal Sect who established the formation forty years ago, there was Taoist Qingzhuo.
Chapter 209 The Peak of Martial Arts and the Elders of the Immortal Sect (4k
On the sandy battlefield in front of the gate of Gucheng.
Jian Banxian stayed in front of the blood-stained sand dunes, looking at the old man's corpse that was torn apart by more than a dozen weapons and was silent for a long time.
After Captain Hai and other veterans got over their initial surprise, they looked at the back of the Sword Exiled Immortal with complicated eyes.
Not even his brother Lu Yanbei could understand the idea of banishing the sword to immortality, let alone them.
However, no matter the deeds, regardless of the thoughts in Jian Banxian's heart, since he took part in the battle, Captain Hai would naturally express his gratitude to Jian Ban Xian on behalf of the remaining veterans who survived the battlefield.
As for "If you had taken action earlier to banish the sword to the immortal, the soldiers might not have been killed or injured..." This kind of words that smelled of moral kidnapping, the soldiers were no longer young boys, so naturally they would not say it out loud.
Although I won't say this with my mouth, this thought will occasionally flash through my heart... This is also human nature.
After all, the strength displayed by Jian Banxian really surprised the old soldiers like them. Apart from the surprise, they couldn't help but have similar thoughts in their hearts.
The reputation of banishing immortals with swords is still very loud, especially in the ears of the soldiers and civilians of this isolated city.
Forty years after the Alien War, Kyushu has undergone tremendous changes. The martial arts heroes in the Tingchao Tower Hero List have collectively disappeared, and the list has since been cancelled. Forty years later, in Kyushu, only the name of Wu Shengren was spread, and there was no name of Sword Exiled Immortal and the other ten people.
But the soldiers and civilians in this isolated city are all relics who lived forty years ago. In their time, the reputation of Jian Banxian, the leader of martial arts, was even higher than that of Wu Shengren, who was a first-rank official in the court at that time.
As an ordinary martial artist, in the era when the nine great immortal sects came to the world, he was called the Sword Banished Immortal by the warriors in the world. He was naturally extraordinary and had high hopes from mortals.
"Senior Sword Banished Immortal." The storyteller Clairvoyant also walked onto the battlefield at this time, and his tone towards Sword Banished Immortal also had a bit of respect.
"Although all the alien soldiers have been killed, there should still be at least one alien hiding in the dark. The matter has not yet been resolved." The clairvoyant was thinking about how he was going to speak and persuade the sword to banish the immortal to hunt down the alien. people.
The clairvoyant is now in the same boat as the old soldiers, so naturally he has to care about his own safety and the safety of everyone else.
After he originally informed Qiao Zhisen of Daoni's location through a voice transmission, he thought Qiao Zhisen would break out of the encirclement and leave the battlefield to attack Daoni.
Unexpectedly, Qiao Jisen was at the end of his strength, and died of exhaustion shortly after he transmitted the message.
After Qiao Jisen's death, the war situation was already at a clear disadvantage. The storyteller was clairvoyant and thought he was going to die, so how could he care about Dao Ni hiding in the dark?
If there is anyone on this battlefield who has the energy to hunt down Dao Ni, then obviously the only one is Jian Banxian.
But as soon as he finished speaking, the clairvoyant's gaze was focused, and he suddenly felt something and looked in one direction.
Behind the sand dunes in the distance, two figures, one behind and one behind, were running towards them.
The two figures were very old, and their faces were vaguely similar, as if they were brothers. They were also vaguely similar to Qiao Jisen from before.
"Is it the Qiao family?"
This thought suddenly crossed the minds of Clairvoyant and others.
There are very few outsiders in this hundred-mile desert. Only these few Qiao family members have entered one after another in the recent past, and they seem to have vaguely mastered the method of entering the battle.
"My name is Qiao Jisen (zhuo, second tone)...Qiao Jisen is the younger brother of my clan. The stranger who controlled the Taoist soldiers has been killed by my two brothers. Unfortunately, it is still a step too late."
Qiao Mu looked at his body that had been torn apart on the sand dune, with a look of regret that could not be concealed in his eyes.
The clairvoyant showed a look of surprise. In fact, he had already vaguely guessed that the Qiao family had a secret method that could communicate through the air, similar to the jade slips used by immortal monks.
Now two more Qiao family members appeared, which confirmed his guess.
At this time, the old man from the Qiao family behind Qiao Mu also walked out, holding a blood-stained storage bag in his hand.
Daoni's body was twisted and deformed and he was not brought here, and the storage bag was enough to prove Daoni's death.
Since Dao Ni is dead, it means that the matter is over.
Everyone on the battlefield breathed a sigh of relief, and Captain Hai came forward to greet them.
"Mr. Qiao Kesen... Then what should I call this man?" Captain Hai looked at the old man from the Qiao family behind Qiao Mu.
As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but look sideways.
Before there were Qiao Shuangsen and Qiao Jisen, and now there are two brothers Qiao Jisen.
These two people have similar appearances, and they are still brothers. The elder brother is named Qiao Kesen. So the question is, what should the younger brother be called?
"Qiao Xiaoming." The old man from the Qiao family said seriously.
The two sides briefly exchanged the situation of the battle between the two sides.
However, what surprised Qiao Mu was that Captain Hai and others did not inquire into the details and asked too many details, such as how Qiao Mu and the two came in, why they were two people... these details.
Because their attention is actually on the other person.
The sword banishes the immortal.
What Jian Banxian did today was indeed beyond their expectations, so much so that the appearance of two old men from the Qiao family could not take away much of their attention.
At this time, Jian Banxian also noticed the movement here and came over.
"Are you from the Qiao family again?" Jian Banxian came over, his eyes fell on the faces of Qiao Mu and Qiao Mu, and his eyes brightened obviously:
"Do you know how to do Iron Crotch Kung Fu?"
"That's natural." Qiao Mu responded.
Iron Crotch Kung Fu is actually just an ordinary hard kung fu that is widely spread. It is not a high-end rare kung fu.
If Changshengquan is an upper-class boxing technique, then Iron Crotch Kung Fu can only be regarded as a dirty and hard technique.
But what's unusual is that the Qiao family has mastered this dirty skill to the pinnacle.
In a sense, it is not the Iron Crotch Kung Fu that is powerful, but the Qiao family who can practice the Iron Crotch Kung Fu to the pinnacle.
When Jian Banxian heard this, his heart was moved again:
"So that's it. You two and I hit it off right away. If we never abandon each other, I would like to become brothers with different surnames and pass on martial arts to each other..."
"Yan Nan, are you done yet? Is now the time to talk nonsense?" Lu Yanbei walked over and acted like an elder brother again.
"The elders and younger ones are in order. I'm talking to the third brother and the fourth brother. Fifth brother, please don't interrupt." Halfway through the Jianbanxian's words, his face turned a little pale and his breathing became a little heavier.
"Are you injured?" Lu Yanbei was startled.
He just saw his own brother sweeping across the field, looking invincible, which was completely beyond his expectation, and he didn't notice when his brother was injured.
"How can those miscellaneous fish hurt me?" Jian Banxian said calmly:
"I just used up too much internal energy."
"I haven't practiced Kung Fu for decades. It would be good if my inner strength is not too wasted."
"Excessive internal energy consumption?" Lu Yanbei was stunned for a while.
The Sword Banishing Immortal had just killed more than two hundred bean generals, but he did it quite easily. He didn't even draw his sword, he just poked with his finger, and there was no enemy under his command.
As an elder brother, he thought that his brother's strength was far beyond imagination, but he didn't expect that it would actually consume a lot of money.
But think about it.
They are two brothers and one mother, both of whom are eighty-seven years old.
Although Jian Banxian practices Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu, the Wudang Zhen School's secret skill, he lost his Yuan Yang early and did not practice Kung Fu as a boy, so naturally his Kung Fu is not very deep.
More importantly, he has been messing around in this city for thirty years.
The depth of skill and the realm of martial arts are two different concepts.
The depth of one's skill, or the amount of inner strength, depends first on the skill, and secondly on the accumulation and persistence over many years.
Sword Banished Immortal was already number one in the world forty years ago, but that was already forty years ago.
Practicing martial arts is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. If you fail for thirty years, you will have to bear the price of declining skills.
"I told you to practice hard...otherwise why would this happen?" Lu Yanbei was helpless.
"This is called a hero being short of breath." Jian Banxian Li said confidently: