Chapter 184

Chapter 184

But at this moment, the wind suddenly started to blow.

The strong wind passed through, and the yellow sand covered the sky, gradually filling the sky, covering the blood-red sunset, and like a dark cloud pressing down on the city, ready to destroy it.

But this lonely city no longer had any defenders, nor any armor reflecting the sunset.

There was only one man and one sword left in this city, nothing more.

Amid the yellow sand, a rainbow light lingered in the air, transforming into an old Taoist with a cold face and white eyebrows.

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"The Taoist Qingzhuo seems to have arrived."

The corpse Qiao Mu, who goes by the pseudonym Qiao Xiaoming, looked far away in the direction of the lonely city through the window slit, and saw a rainbow light descending from the sky, turning into an old Taoist with white eyebrows.

At this time, he was in an earthen fort outside the lonely city.

This earthen fort is a hidden refuge built by the soldiers and civilians of the lonely city. In fact, Qiao Xiaoming and others only went to this earthen fort to avoid being affected by the Taoist Qingzhuo's Taoism, and did not run deeper into the desert.

After all, this desert is shrouded in the illusion formation of the immortal gate. If they continue to run out, they will only get lost in the wind and sand. Where can they hide?

If they are far away, it will be embarrassing if they are discovered by the Taoist Qingzhuo who enters the desert first.

So they temporarily hang in this earthen fort, which is not far away. in the fort.

Captain Hai and the old man in the armory were also watching and waiting, and at the same time treating the injuries of Captain Hai and other old soldiers who had been on the battlefield before.

There were also emergency medicines prepared in advance in this earthen fort, and now they were used.

"Can we only wait here?" Captain Hai was a little confused:

"Can we only put our hopes on Old Qiao and Jian Zexian?"

He had fought all his life, from the age of 20 to 60, and later he was the highest-ranking officer in the city.

But now he had to put his hopes on them and could only wait behind the battlefield, which made him feel a little at a loss.

"Jian Zexian is not the opponent of Qingzhuo Taoist. He was imprisoned thirty years ago... and he should not be now." Captain Hai tried to analyze the situation:

"Then in this case, is it possible? Will the change fall on Qiao Rusen, the old man? "

Although Captain Hai didn't know how strong Qiao Rusen was, he thought he should not be as strong as Jian Zexian.

And Jian Zexian was not as strong as Qingzhuo Taoist... Could it be that if the two weaker people joined forces, they would have a chance to defeat Qingzhuo Taoist?

Captain Hai was very worried.

He had been standing on the front line of the battlefield, and now it was someone else's turn to fight for him, and he couldn't rest easy. He tried to analyze the situation.

"No... Refining the spirit is refining the heart, and the strength of the warrior who refines the spirit lies in his mind." Qiao Mu also spoke at this time.

At this time, he was on the top of the lonely city, but he could also remotely sense and control the flesh and blood clone on this side.

"Forty years ago, Jian Zexian was already the best in the world, but thirty years ago, Jian Zexian did not fulfill his promise and did not compete with the Martial Saint, because he did not want to win, did not want to "A swordsman without a fighting spirit may not be able to defeat a martial saint even if his swordsmanship is superb. So it is reasonable for him to lose to the immortal elder Qingzhuo. If he had won thirty years ago, it would be incredible." "But now, it should be different." Qiao Mu said: "By turning his body into a sword, he has the fighting belief of 'I am invincible', which is actually in line with his swordsmanship: the sword-cutting and sword-drawing technique." When Jian Zexian first demonstrated the "sword-cutting and sword-drawing technique" to Qiao Mu, he just made a simple gesture. Qiao Mu thought he was playing awkwardly at that time, but unexpectedly Jian Zexian said that he had no sword in his heart, so the sword-cutting and sword-drawing technique was tangible but not spiritual, and could not be truly demonstrated. "But..." Hai Duwei frowned and wanted to say something. "Okay, Xiao Hai, why is it your turn to hesitate?" The old man in the armory smiled and shook his head: "Fighting is never a child's play. It is not a simple comparison of the strength of the enemy and our situation. If the enemy is strong and we are weak, do we not have to fight?" "If so, we should have surrendered forty years ago." The old man in the armory actually knew that Hai Duwei and other old soldiers were just spectators. There are only three hundred of them left. They can only leave the battlefield when they are seriously injured. How can they watch the battle from the rear? Qiao Mu also listened to these words and narrowed his eyes slightly. Qiao Mu and Jian Zexian waited on the top of the city for half a day and guarded the empty city for half a day. Until the sun was setting in the west. This process is not actually waiting. Both of them are eliminating distractions and accumulating strength. In Qiao Mu's view, listening to the words of these veteran old soldiers is also accumulating strength and sharpening the sword before the battle. Only by sharpening the sword can the true meaning of the sword-drawing technique of cutting the sky be brought into play. Then, Qiao Mu could die honorably.

...

The wind was rising.

The Taoist Qingzhuo came alone, looking down at the empty city below him, frowning a little bit.

He knew it was an empty city.

It didn't matter whether the city was empty or not, because there weren't many disabled old people in the city.

The souls of the soldiers and civilians in this city were valuable to Dao Ni and other foundation-building cultivators, but as an elder of the immortal sect, he had a broad vision and didn't care about it.

Maybe the soldiers and civilians in the city went to a place for refuge, and they could search again when they came back. This was a small matter.

He didn't come for this.

The reason why he came all the way here was actually a person.

"Where is Lu Yannan? Where is Jian Zexian?" He looked down suspiciously, and his consciousness swept through the empty city bit by bit.

Qiao Mu on the top of the city was subconsciously ignored by him.

Because Qiao Mu is obviously an old warrior, there is only one person, and he is not worth mentioning.

The martial saints are all dead, and the sword banishment to immortals was defeated thirty years ago. The path of martial arts has long come to an end, and it is not as good as the immortal path. This is an indisputable fact.

But banishing the immortal with the sword could make him look up to him, so Taoist Qingzhuo specially placed him in this hundred-mile desert cage, using the soldiers and civilians of a city to polish his character bit by bit.

I thought that the sword banished the immortal for thirty years without moving, which was a welcome change, but unexpectedly I heard that he finally took action. These thirty years of tempering his character ended up going astray, so he came here for this purpose. I was wondering if I could save it...

When Taoist Qingzhuo's consciousness swept across the empty city, a voice sounded from the top of the city gate.

"Jianzhong, your father is here!"

The voice was playful and frivolous, causing Elder Qingzhuo to frown immediately.

"How did you..." His eyes fell on the stone sword beside Qiao Mu, and his face suddenly trembled. He was obviously so surprised that he forgot his words for a moment.

"Thirty years later, you, a swordsman, are finally willing to come see me. You are such a filial son..." Shi Jian continued to taunt.

But Qiao Mu next to him suddenly interjected: "Jian Banxian, if you say that he is a sword breeder and recognizes his father, aren't you scolding yourself as well?"

"Lu Yannan? Why are you like this..." Elder Qingzhuo's voice trembled slightly, with a mixture of confusion and anger.

He glanced sharply and pointed.

A strong wind swept through, and more than ten houses on the long street were blown down by the strong wind. Dozens of stone statues of women that had just rushed out were also torn apart by the strong wind and shattered on the ground.

"Captain Hai and his stone statues...don't they have no effect at all?" Qiao Mu complained.

"I just teased him, do you really believe it?" Jian Banxian's voice was still frivolous, and he didn't seem to take it seriously.

"If you don't follow the path of immortality, you are good at this kind of side art, so what kind of evil heretic is it to turn your body into a sword?" Qingzhuo Taoist frowned, not angry and self-defeating, he was sighing.

Speaking of the mortal body turning into a sword, the sword banished the immortal crotch is also very melancholy.

If there was no choice, who would be willing to make this decision?

But facing the Qingzhuo Taoist who locked him up here, he felt even more angry:

"There is nothing in this lonely city. It has faded away. It only has an iron crotch skill. What use do I need this iron rod for?"

"Enough!" Taoist Qingzhuo scolded. His voice echoed in the city, and the wind and sand in the sky rose and fell with it:

"Lu Yannan, don't waste your talent!"

"Now you follow me back to the sect immediately. I ask the powerful people in the sect to help you rebuild your body..."

Although they had just met, Elder Qingzhuo had already seen that Jian Banxian seemed to have thoughts of self-destruction, so he did not put pressure on him, but his attitude was very sincere, like a good teacher admonishing a prodigal son.

Taoist Qingzhuo imprisoned Jian Banxian here, using a hundred miles of desert as a cage, and the remnant army of the isolated city as a chessboard. He spent forty years of blood and tears of Jiuzhou soldiers polishing the character of Jian banished Immortal little by little... Such a big hand, How could the sword banish the immortal suddenly fall short in the end?

"Going to the Dao Dao Sect? Will you accept me as the sect leader?" Jian Banxian said casually.

"You want to be a sect leader? You have ambitions."

Taoist Qingzhuo patiently continued to try to persuade him, but he really couldn't bear that all his hard work would be wasted:

"The sect master of this sect is one of the few god-transforming Taoists in this world today. No matter how good your qualifications are, don't rely on your talents to be arrogant."

"There are many creatures in this world, and there is no shortage of talents. Don't take yourself too seriously."

"On the road to immortality, only the nine immortal sects can take it. The ordinary martial arts is a dead end for immortality. The rest of the small sects' casual cultivators are just clinging to their capabilities. No matter how good their qualifications are, they can't go far, and no matter how high their cultivation level is, they can't maintain it in the human world."

The general environment is already very complicated, and the top monks are nothing but pitfalls. Even if they rely on incense and talismans to assist their cultivation, there can only be a few Taoist Lords in the God Transformation stage.

Therefore, after the Great Change of Heaven and Earth, the Nine Immortal Sects paid special attention to monks with outstanding qualifications.

A monk with outstanding talent and outstanding combat power can be invincible in the same realm and crush his peers.

This is also the reason why Taoist Qingzhuo has a relatively tolerant attitude towards sword banishment.

Those who practice martial arts can become the leader of a generation of martial arts. Naturally, their temperament and methods are not bad. If they have spiritual roots and turn to the immortal path, even if they have inferior spiritual roots, they will not be too bad.

What's more, for an outstanding person like Sword Banished Immortal who was born with the seed of Sword Immortal, Elder Qingzhuo specially arranged for him to enter such a cage and use a city to slowly polish his character.

Spiritual energy is scarce, so under such circumstances, outstanding people who buck the trend and cultivate immortality are more precious than ever.

"I finally understand..." Qiao Mu's eyes were deep:

"You, the elder of the Immortal Sect, came to this city and didn't ask a word about this empty city. You only cared about the sword banishing the immortal..."

"I thought that the Immortal Sect would suck out the bones and marrow, and even the souls of mortals who died in battle would not be able to live in peace... I didn't expect that it doesn't matter whether the souls are dead or not, but it is just a stage for you to train the disciples of the Immortal Sect?"

In the earthen fort, Captain Hai and other old soldiers also felt chilled.

They also didn't know that after the old soldiers died in battle, their souls would still be detained by the Immortal Sect. They were only revealed by Qiao Mu today, which made them feel sad.

The forty-year history of blood and tears in Gucheng was originally a mantis' arm used as a chariot, but who knows that in the eyes of the Immortal Sect, it is only used as a whetstone?

"Who are you? Is it your turn to speak?" Only at this moment did Taoist Qingzhuo take a closer look at Qiao Mu.

Ordinary martial arts have never been valued by immortal monks. The reason why Jian Banxian is highly regarded is not because he is a martial arts leader of the generation, but because of his immortal qualifications.

"Qiao Jia Qiao Jisen." Qiao Mu looked down at the deserted city:

"A soldier guarding the city."

"Defend the city? I find it funny that you say defend the city, let alone the fact that this city is deserted..." Taoist Qingzhuo joked, but his eyes gradually deepened, and he shouted:

"This is just a well-built theater. Lu Yannan, you have been watching it for thirty years, but you still haven't understood the meaning behind this play?"

He had no intention of paying attention to Qiao Mu, and his only thought was still on Jian Banxian:

"There is a difference between immortals and mortals. So what if mortals sacrifice their lives and forget about death? What's the point of sacrifice?"

"The more you fight bravely, the more you put on a good show for our Immortal Sect. Lu Yannan, do you want to continue to be an actor on the stage, or do you want to jump out of this stage and achieve immortality?"

He seemed to have used some kind of magic to give him a slap in the face, and his voice was like a yellow bell echoing through the entire lonely city along with the sandy wind in the desert.

"Lu Yannan, you are born to be a heartless person. What does the life and death of mortals have to do with you? Your earthly fate is just an obstacle that hinders your pursuit of the Tao. Don't make the mistake of yourself!"

Thick black clouds rolled over the city, and electric snakes were flying among the clouds.

The suspended stone sword remained silent, as if it was also undergoing the torture of this spell, only trembling slightly.

His spell seems to be similar to the witnessing technique of the god-refining warrior, which can directly point to the human heart.

"Alas..." Qingzhuo Taoist sighed slightly:

"It seems you still need me to take action to help you see how meaningless the persistence of these old soldiers is..." He turned to look at Qiao Mu:

"Qiao Kesen, you are just a mortal... Since you are a veteran guarding the city, and you know the situation of this city, if I allow you to join the Immortal Sect, you will have the opportunity to live forever..."