Chapter 185
Every word uttered by Taoist Qingzhuo was accompanied by bursts of thunder from the sky, strong winds, and a mighty sound.
But before he finished speaking, Qiao Mu couldn't hold back his laughter.
To enjoy immortality?
If I die a few more times, you will have to call me your ancestor. Why do you want to do this in front of me?
"Sacrifice of dying for death is meaningless, but sacrifice of dying for the living is naturally meaningful." Qiao Mu held down the slightly trembling stone sword with one hand:
"With me today, their sacrifices are meaningful." His eyes were bright and he looked directly at Taoist Qingzhuo, his eyes suddenly as sharp as a sword.
He used the "Eye Sword Technique" of the refining martial artist against the Qingzhuo elder of the Immortal Sect.
Use your eyes as your sword, this is the invisible sword of your mind.
"If the predecessors did not throw their heads and shed blood, how could the descendants carry forward the past and open up the future?" His eyes were like swords, but he shouted at Qingzhuo Taoist.
The soldiers and civilians who died in this city forty years ago were the predecessors, so now he should take over the eternal fire of this city for forty years.
Chapter 214 The Art of Cutting the Sky and Drawing the Sword (6k
"Um?"
After being hit by Qiao Mu's silent eye-sword technique, Taoist Qingzhuo's pupils were slightly shaken, but soon calmed down. For the first time since he arrived, there was a look of surprise on his face.
He has never paid much attention to Qiao Mu. Since he came to this city, his attention has been basically all on Jian Banxian.
Qiao family? This kind of mortal family that practices martial arts is worthy of Daozhen's attention and is nothing to him.
But if Qiao Mu took the initiative to offend him, an elder of the Immortal Sect, it would be a completely different matter.
"Do whatever you want."
"This matter has nothing to do with you mortals, but you are seeking your own death."
He didn't know much about Qiao Mu and didn't care. He just heard that he claimed to be a soldier guarding the city, so he thought he was one of the old soldiers in the city.
Taoist Qingzhuo frowned and sighed:
"Lu Yannan, I am doing this for your own good. There are many hardships on the road to eternal life, so you must first cut off the ties to this world."
"If you don't kill me, then I will help you cut off your mortal bond today. Anyway, you have already helped the soldiers in the city and broke the rules you and I made. Now that I have fulfilled my promise, I am here to help the soldiers and people of this city to escape..."
Taoist Qingzhuo looked down at the empty city at his feet and drew a talisman in the void in front of him.
His consciousness had roughly scanned the whole city just now, just to find traces of the sword-banished immortal, not to find the mortals in the city who had mysteriously disappeared.
Although I don’t know where the other soldiers and civilians in this city are hiding, this lonely city is surrounded by the Immortal Gate Formation. Where can I hide away from this city?
They are nothing more than mortal artifacts such as cellars and earth castles built in hidden locations in the city...
Taoist Qingzhuo doesn't care where they are hiding, because wherever they hide, there is a result.
And when he was thinking about it, the sky suddenly turned dark.
Qiao Mu subconsciously looked up at the sky, holding the stone sword next to him in his hand, feeling subconsciously at a loss in his heart.
The roaring wind was in my ears. The rolling yellow sand in the boundless desert seemed to be controlled by invisible hands. The thick yellow sand rose into the sky, and it felt like it was blocking the sky and the sun.
As if endless yellow sand swept in, the remaining smoke in the empty city was instantly blown to pieces by the strong wind, and all the tranquility of the empty city was gone.
The houses on both sides of the avenue collapsed in an instant, and the earth, stone and wooden beams were swept into the air in an instant, and then shattered into slag in the wind blade as sharp as a knife.
The blood-like setting sun has been covered by the yellow sand, and the entire sky has dimmed, leaving only the clear Taoist wearing a Taoist robe standing in the air, the Taoist robe making a hunting sound.
Such a storm seemed to be able to swallow up this lonely city in an instant.
Hiss... Qiao Mu subconsciously wanted to take a breath of cold air, but almost took a mouthful of sand and dust. He quickly closed his mouth, but there was an unconcealable shock in his heart.
People in the Imperial Capital of Zhongzhou often talk about man-made disasters, saying that disasters caused by strangers are comparable to natural disasters, and can be compared to disasters such as earthquakes, floods, and heavy rains that cannot be counteracted by human power.
Before, Qiao Mu actually thought this was more of a metaphor, explaining the difference between immortals and mortals, and that mortals could not compete with the power of immortal monks. Now, looking at it, this is simply a simple literal meaning.
In the past, in the Taoist temple on the mountain of Xuantian Sect, although the sky thunder of Elder Xuantian Sect was terrifying, its power was limited to the square area in front of the Taoist temple hall. Elder Qingzhuo in front of him could really cause a terrible annihilation. A natural disaster in the city?
"What kind of sewer profession is a martial artist..." Qiao Mu cursed in his heart:
"It's a pity that I only have one iron spiritual root..."
"This city was destroyed because of you." Taoist Qingzhuo's voice penetrated the deafening roar of the storm and rang in Qiao Mu's ears:
"Those who come before us and those who come after us...are all mortals and dead."
"Your predecessors are all lying in the forest of steles on the hillside outside the city. Where are your descendants?"
"The path of immortality points directly to immortality, which is the great path of this world. Lu Yannan, how long will you continue to be obsessed with it?"
Taoist Qingzhuo didn't want to use force at first, he just wanted to give him a head-on blow to wake up the stubborn sword-banished immortal.
But now he has largely given up on this fantasy.
Jian Banxian is actually a man with a heart as strong as iron, and Taoist Qingzhuo also knows it well.
So he placed the breakthrough point on Qiao Mu.
These two people are guarding this isolated city, so they have a close relationship.
With the magic of the elders of the Immortal Sect, it is very easy to destroy a mortal's body, and it is not difficult to kill the sword and banish an immortal.
But it is better to kill someone than to kill his heart. It is better to destroy his will to fight... maybe it can change his mind.
"This will help you cut off the worldly bond..." He focused his gaze, and the invisible wind swept past, pointing directly at the tree standing alone on the city gate tower.
Taoist Qingzhuo's reaction was so fast that Qiao Mu didn't even have time to disintegrate the demon.
In the flash of lightning, Qiao Mu grabbed the stone sword in his hand and subconsciously slashed in front of him, his whole body bursting with strength as before.
Only this time it was different.
When the inner energy surging in his limbs was poured into the stone sword in his hand, Qiao Mu immediately felt something strange.
The blazing sword light that the stone sword spit out at this moment passed by.
Tens of meters of sword light roared past, slicing away the oncoming wind blade as sharp as a blade. In a short period of time, the yellow sand that was raging in the air in front of the city wall was also shattered, and the air was briefly clear.
"Sword light of dozens of meters..." Qiao Mu lowered his head and looked at the stone sword in his hand.
Only then did he realize that the sword in his hand was not actually a real sword, but the former martial arts leader Jian Banxian in the shape of a sword.
"Excellent?" he asked in surprise.
Even if it is a first-level god refining, the internal energy can only be released within an area of up to ten meters. Once it is separated from the body, it will quickly decay, so the martial artist's attack range is relatively limited, unless with the help of hidden weapons.
Even if Qiao Mu under normal conditions has accumulated martial arts power for more than a hundred years, he cannot break this iron rule.
His internal energy is extremely strong and pure, but it is only different in quantity from the internal energy of Lianjin Wufu and Lian Shenwufu. At most, it is purer, but there is no qualitative change.
But it was obviously different just now.
"I've said it before, your inner strength and mine are two completely different things...don't be distracted."
The sound of the sword banishing the immortal came from the stone sword in his hand.
The stone sword in his hand is like a spiritual amplifier, which can transform and sublimate the inner energy he inputs, so that it can be used in a way that Qiao Mu doesn't understand yet, and the sword light roars for tens of meters... It's just that. This obviously also requires the efforts and cooperation of Jian Banxian.
"It's a pity that you and I are not really of the same mind after all, and we still need to get along." Sword Banished Immortal sighed:
"Zhantianba Sword Technique can only have the power of one blow. If it fails, it will be a dead end. If it is not tempered, it will be a dead end."
He and Qiao Mu were waiting in the city gate tower for Elder Qingzhuo to come over, and they were not wasting their time.
They have been gathering momentum, abandoning distracting thoughts, and waiting for an opportunity.
But it's not enough at this point.
While the two were talking, the howling wind suddenly roared violently, swallowing up the sword light in an instant, and swept the tree standing on the city gate tower into the storm, sending it flying backwards.
The wind is as strong as a knife.
Without the trees standing on the city gate tower, the already mottled and ancient gate tower was quickly swallowed up by the storm. The masonry wall was torn open by the strong winds, and then suddenly collapsed, and the earth and stone disintegrated.
The wall fell down! The city gate tower also collapsed!
The earth, rocks and rubble were swept back into the wind by the strong wind, and swept into the dusky sky.
Captain Zhonghai and others in the earthen fortress outside the city couldn't help but feel sad.
The location of this earthen fortress is hidden, covered by sand dunes, and Taoist Qingzhuo's attention is only in the empty city, and he does not seem to notice them. They are safe for the time being.
But at this time, they felt sad in their hearts.
They have guarded this city for forty years, from a hundred thousand troops to three hundred old soldiers. For forty years, generations of soldiers have been guarding the city life and death, and they have never lost it.
But when the elders of the Immortal Sect came today, the city wall they had guarded for forty years was easily swallowed up by the storm, and they also knew that they were powerless to stop it.
"Although I knew we were no match for strangers, this gap..."
"And how can Mr. Qiao stop..." Captain Hai sighed.
They know that the great monks in the Immortal Sect can turn the fertile soil of Zhongzhou into hundreds of miles of yellow sand. This is an immortal power that is unimaginable to ordinary people, but they don't know that just an elder of the Dao Sect can directly use magic to set off A sandstorm destroyed the city.
For forty years, their lives and deaths have actually been hanging in the balance of the Immortal Sect, but the Immortal Sect has kept them for other purposes, treating this lonely city as a theater shed.
Now, this theater shed is also going to collapse.
Once the city wall collapsed, the city behind the wall was exposed to the sky full of yellow sand.
The raging storm scattered the smoke from the cooking pots, and the yellow sand crushed the houses on both sides of the street. Like a giant yellow gluttonous beast, it swallowed everything in its belly, leaving only a pile of rubble.
Taoist Qingzhuo was looking for the surviving residents of the city. He thought these people were hiding somewhere in the city, so he had the idea of destroying the city.
Captain Hai and other former veterans were not locals of this city, but they had been trapped here for half their lives, guarding the city from their youth to their old age. Every street in the isolated city had left their footprints.
But now all the footprints and memories have disappeared into the yellow sand in the sky, and the only thing left in the field of vision is the old Taoist standing in the hunting wind.
"Yeah...it can't be stopped." Qiao Xiaoming next to him suddenly spoke and said quietly:
"But you have to block it if you can't."
"Isn't this how you've been here for the past forty years?"
Qiao Xiaoming is Qiao Mu, and when he speaks, Qiao Mu speaks, so at the same moment, Qiao Mu also stands up from the wind and sand.
Holding a stone sword in his hand, he stood up from the rubble.
At this moment, there were dozens or hundreds of blood marks on his body, and the wounds were covered with a light layer of yellow sand. His whole body was gray and miserable.
"The demon disintegrates."
The energy that came out of his body turned into blood. At this moment, Qiao Mu's whole body was filled with hundreds of years of internal energy.
Under normal conditions, Qiao Mu has more than a hundred years of internal energy. This is already a strong internal energy that ordinary martial artists cannot develop in their lifetime, and it is also pure "Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu".
After the demon was disintegrated, new power surged out from within the limbs and bones, which surged several times.
The bloody aura surrounding his body seemed to make the wind and sand recede. Qiao Mu held a stone sword in his hand, and the bloody sword light on the tip of the sword was as blazing as the sun.
The long sword was swung out, and the yellow sand in front of him instantly cleared, allowing Qiao Mu to see clearly the Taoist Taoist in the hunting wind.
He faced the direction of the storm and began to charge in silence.
"Mortal struggles..." Taoist Qingzhuo didn't pay much attention:
"In the past forty years, there are actually not too many mortals who have used their hands as chariots, but they are all dead. How noble do you think you are?"
"Mortal people's actions are nothing more than fame and fortune. To be granted a title of marquis and to be a prime minister is to seek benefits during life, and to be entitled to an imperial temple after death is to seek reputation after death."
"The so-called settling the affairs of the king and the world, winning fame during and after death... sounds extraordinary, but that's all, and that's all."
He not only wants to destroy the body of the mortal in front of him, but also his mind and will, so that the Jian Ban Immortal can see how little resistance he has and that immortality is the road. Only in this way can he hope to break the stubborn Jian Ban Immortal.
The strong wind swept across, and this time his attack was not limited to this isolated city. Even the forest of steles on the side of the city wall where one hundred thousand soldiers were buried was also involved, and the stone steles were swept into the air.
"Being nameless during life, the same is true after death... Mortals live and die, no different from mayflies, struggling in vain."
"The destruction of this city will be silent. The outside world of Kyushu doesn't even know that you are still alive, and now you have come to an end."
"Be brave or not, heroic or not, they will eventually become a pile of loess. They are destined to perish quickly... they will not live forever, and they will end up like ants and mayflies."
Taoist Qingzhuo activated the technique, and his voice was like a yellow bell passing through the mighty wind, resounding in Qiao Mu's heart.
He saw Qiao Mu running through the strong wind with a stone sword in his hand, struggling to move forward in the deserted city.
Just hearing the words of Qingzhuandao's voice like a bell, one man and one sword sneered at the same time.
"My name is unknown? Why do I need to make a name for myself in history?" The sword banished immortal was smiling. The stone sword was becoming more and more brilliant at this moment, the brilliance was flowing, and the sword's light was getting higher and higher.