Chapter 227
What if the bronze-bodied Arhat arrives in the imperial capital? Qiao Mu has mastered the transformation of flesh and blood. The worst he can do is change his face and go away to a foreign country. Who can find him?
When regret arises once, other emotions follow.
"It's not right to continue like this." Qiao Mu was shocked, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, cutting off many of his distracting thoughts, and then continued to talk to himself:
"Eighty years is equivalent to the life of an ordinary person. If I continue to live like this, I might go crazy before I reach eighty years."
It is impossible for an ordinary person to spend eighty years in isolation with a normal mind.
Qiao Mu woke up briefly. He recalled the days in his dream and felt that his mind was already covered in dust.
He needed to find a reason to convince himself so that he could give a true answer to King Qin's question.
If he feels regret in his heart, then the next fifty years will be a real prison sentence, and he will be immersed in this regretful emotion and feel sorry for himself for the rest of his life.
Even if it was a lie, he would have to make up a reason to deceive himself.
Otherwise, he will regret it forever in the next fifty years until he goes crazy.
"I can't regret it. I need a reason and an answer." He continued to talk to himself.
With a thought, the scenery in the dream world changes again.
At this time, Qiao Mu was already in the battlefield of the lonely city in the desert. This was Qiao Mu's previous memory.
The paper-man bean soldiers attacked the city one after another. He watched Captain Hai leading three hundred white-headed soldiers out of the city to fight to the death. Each soldier died under the Taoist soldiers, but they still fought hard and refused to retreat.
These veterans were the bravest people Qiao Mu had ever seen since he traveled through time, so he recalled his memories at this time and asked himself:
"If I were a veteran who had been trapped in the isolated city for forty years, I wouldn't be shaken when faced with the question from King Qin, right?"
Qiao Mu replayed this scene in his memory dozens of times, but finally realized that he was doing something stupid.
"Am I trying to impress myself?" Qiao Mu laughed at himself.
People cannot deceive their own hearts.
Qiao Mu once charged together with the veterans, and even took the lead in dying.
But this does not mean that if he were in the same situation as the old soldiers, he could hold on for forty years like Captain Hai and others.
He is not from this world, so he has no sense of belonging to the Dayan Dynasty, and naturally he has no sense of family and country.
What touched him in the past was not the righteous feelings of the soldiers, but the brave actions of the soldiers to die.
Therefore, it is impossible for him to copy the answers from the veterans of Gucheng, because he cannot substitute them.
"What will be my answer?" He closed his eyes, but his body followed the muscle memory and practiced the longevity boxing again.
He had fifty years to think about it.
If there is no answer, if he spends fifty years immersed in regret, he may be crazy when he wakes up from his dream.
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Caishikou.
Blood flowed through the gaps between the bluestone tiles on the ground and over the moss in the corner.
A long boot stepped on the moss, making a soft sound, and blood began to flow out of the moss again.
The Chinese-faced general raised his feet, frowned and glanced at the soles of his boots, his brows furrowed.
He is a third-level martial artist who joined the Martial Arts Alliance to refine the gods. He also practiced the Golden Body Art and was able to reborn.
In fact, although he was not a hero at the beginning, he was not a murderous person, but for some reason, after hearing King Qin's order to massacre the civilians in Caishikou, he didn't have much resistance in his heart?
"People's hearts can change, have I changed too?" The Chinese-faced general was silent and continued walking with the ax on his shoulder.
Although he had reached the copper-skin level of the Golden Body of Martial Arts, he was originally good at axes and not good at fists, so he was still more accustomed to using an axe.
He raised his battle ax again, and was about to strike at the civilian whose legs were weak and fell to the ground, but suddenly his vision blurred.
A warning sign suddenly occurred in his heart, and he turned to look at that figure.
It seemed to be an old man with completely white hair, and his long hair almost reached the ground.
But when he took a closer look at this person's face, he found that there were not many wrinkles on his face. He didn't seem to be too old, he could be considered middle-aged?
The white-haired middle-aged man did not speak. He stood abruptly in the middle of the road like a sculpture. His hands were drooping and his eyes were lifeless. He seemed to be in a daze and had no movement. His whole body was full of flaws.
But the Chinese-faced general felt inexplicably terrified, so he strode across the street corner, leaving the middle-aged man behind.
Although he was far away, he still remembered King Qin's order in his heart.
Walking to another street, from the corner of his eye, he saw a thin man huddled up under the table of a butcher's stall on the street. He immediately strode over, raised the tomahawk on his shoulder, and chopped it off with all his strength.
But before he could chop it down, his eyes were blurred again. The somewhat strange white-haired middle-aged man appeared in front of him again at some point, staring at the falling giant axe.
The ax struck at high speed from extremely fast to extremely quiet, and stopped an inch away from the middle-aged man's face. The strong wind brought up blew the white hair on the middle-aged man's forehead.
His wrist was shaking violently, a little sore, and even the giant ax in his hand was shaking.
"Coward, why did you stop?" Another bronze-bodied general taunted from the side:
"Now I realize my conscience and know how to stop. Isn't it too late?"
"I'm not going to stop." The Chinese-faced general gritted his teeth and lifted the giant ax in his hand bit by bit.
"This seems to be a martial artist of the first level of refining the gods." He said in a harsh voice.
The first-level refining god is already the pinnacle of the ninth-level martial arts system.
At this point, an overly powerful mind can already affect external objects other than one's own body.
Back then, Qin Shiqing, a first-class martial artist, could turn thrown stones, which was actually similar to the method used by cultivators to control objects.
But that's all.
Just now, he felt as if the giant ax in his hand had struck an invisible mountain. It was not that he had any intention of holding back, but it was simply unable to cut down.
Is the first-grade God Refiner so powerful? The general with the Chinese character's face was puzzled.
But if an ordinary first-level God Refiner can stop the ax in his hand just by looking at it without using his hands, then why should he practice the Golden Body Art?
As he thought about this, he suddenly felt the ground shaking, and his eyesight turned dark.
It was the white-haired middle-aged man who opened his hand and held his big face in his palm.
There was only a heart-wrenching crunching sound as the head of General Guan, whose Chinese character was written in Chinese characters, was twisted and deformed in the hands of the white-haired man, and he actually took it off his neck.
Chapter 246 Invincibility (7000
Li Gongde and Xing Xuanshi were walking through the streets, holding magic spells in their hands. A strong wind came out of the sky and lifted three or four carriages piled up in the middle of the street into the air.
These carriages in the center of the street were heavy objects carried by the officers with their powerful bronze bodies, used to block the streets around Caishikou in order to kill people and silence them.
As soon as the carriage was overturned in the middle of the road, the trapped people burst into tears and couldn't help themselves:
"The gods have appeared..."
"It's not in vain that we burn incense to worship gods and pay respect to the immortals on weekdays!"
Li Gongde's eyes twitched in the dark.
He was the one who did it, but in the end it was the "immortals" that the people thanked, so did his merits fly away again?
"I never thought that there would be a day when I would save civilians." Xingxuan's eyes behind the mask moved slightly and fell on Li Gongde.
Li Gongde is not a god who can pinch and calculate. How could he have predicted that King Qin's action was to close the city and kill people, so radical?
It’s just that they can’t just sit back and watch, because if the affairs of the Great Qin Mansion are not spread, it will be in vain, and it is not in the interests of Wujihui.
The reaction of the soldiers under King Qin was not slow either.
Soon, two bronze-bodied generals heard the sound and strode over.
"Does the envoy know where the people from Tingchao Tower are? If King Qin wants to kill all the people watching at Caishikou, there must be people from Tingchao Tower among them, right?" Envoy Xingxuan saw these two bronze bodies The general also suddenly felt that it was difficult.
"No one can count on Tingchao Tower. They can run faster than anyone else when they hear the wind. When the wind blows, they can run faster than anyone else." Li Gongde said casually.
The purpose of Tingchao Tower has always been to only listen to the tide and not play with it.
Da Qin Fucheng is a new city with the Taoist King Qin sitting in charge. It is not an ordinary Fucheng. According to Tingchao Tower's usual practice, there must be top-ranked storytellers lurking in the dark.
"Without Tingchao Lou as external aid, then just relying on the envoy and me..." Envoy Xingxuan looked at the two bronze-bodied generals, their heads were a bit big.
With the power of Wujihui, it is natural that they cannot deal with two bronze-bodied Taoist soldiers.
But the problem is that since Wu Shengren faked his death, Wu Jihui has been hiding behind the scenes and keeping a low profile.
The only people who are still walking on the rivers and lakes are Wu Ji such as Yuexuanshi Li Gongde and Xingxuanshi who have good ears and eyes.
Xingxuan Envoy is a secret agent who obtains information. Although he is not weak, he is not one who fights on the frontal battlefield.
"Bronze Taoist soldiers are not without their weaknesses." Li Gongde said:
"Don't even think about going head-to-head with them. This kind of iron-clad bastard is not easy for even a cultivator in the foundation-building stage to deal with. After all, Tao soldiers were originally killing weapons refined by cultivators for fighting. ”
"The Dao Dao Sect used it to deal with warriors, and it was natural that they could be easily captured... It's just that these god-refining warriors gave up their bodies and worked as dogs for strangers, so there was a gap in their minds."
"You can use the 'witness technique' of the god-refining warrior..."
Li Gongde had seen with his own eyes how the Qiao family dealt with these Taoist soldiers, so he could speak eloquently.
"I'm afraid it's not enough to just use the 'Witness Technique'. You must also have the power to break the 'Moire Orichalcum'." Xingxuan envoy hesitated.
Although the God-Refining Witnessing Technique is relatively rare, the Wujihui's arsenal covers martial arts all over the world, so it naturally has many kinds.
However, in the battles of god-refining warriors, the witnessing technique is generally used to shock the mind, making the enemy confused for a moment and slowing down his movements... For a god-refining master, the movement can take between one and two breaths. A little slower is enough to determine the winner.
But Tao Bing has broken away from the category of martial arts.
Once the Golden Body Technique is completed, even a copper-skinned Taoist soldier who is a third-grade god-refining martial artist is still invulnerable. Not to mention a temporary loss of consciousness, even if the bronze-skinned Taoist soldier stands and does not fight back, an ordinary martial artist will just scrape his body.
"If it were easy to deal with, would the Dao Sect go to great lengths to get these Dao soldiers? The mortal body has its limits and is no match for gold and iron, let alone immortal materials." Li Gongde shook his head.
Fortunately, he is also an immortal cultivator. If he really wants to deal with this bronze-bodied Taoist soldier, he still has a way.
In this world, the immortal cultivators are the protagonists, and martial arts are just a means of protection for mortals wandering around in the world of mortals, and cannot be put on the stage.
Just as Li Gongde was squeezing the magic formula in his hand, preparing to secretly deal with the two bronze-bodied Taoist soldiers, there was a sudden loud noise in the distance.
I saw a teahouse beside me collapse suddenly, and a tall black shadow flew out from the smoke and dust, landing at the feet of the two bronze-bodied generals.
The two generals took a closer look and immediately recognized the person at their feet: at their feet was a big man with a round face, who was also a Taoist soldier with a bronze body like them.
But at this moment, the round-faced general's skin was cracked like a spider web, and a fist-sized hole was clearly visible in his lower abdomen.
"Who did it?" the two copper-clad generals asked in shock.
Ever since they mastered the Golden Body Technique, even the first-level God Refiners were no match for them, but now their colleagues fell down in front of them, which really surprised them.
"It seems like... a white-haired martial artist?" The round-faced general also hesitated on his face. He couldn't tell what the person who punched through his chest and abdomen was:
"Is there a traitor among us?"
"A Taoist? Impossible. There are absolutely no traitors under the command of King Qin." These generals retorted.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps coming from far and near came from under the collapsed teahouse.
This is a middle-aged man with white hair, his eyes are as calm as a deep pool, as if he is looking at them, and he seems to be looking through them into the distance.
"That's him!" The round-faced general who was punched through the chest and abdomen said while coughing up blood.
Li Gongde's eyes narrowed: "This person... looks a bit like the two brothers Qiao Shui and Qiao Tuo? Is he their descendant?"
"The Qiao family? The Qiao family also has Tao soldiers?" Xingxuan envoy was startled.
"What nonsense are you talking about? The Qiao family is a powerful martial arts clan in the hidden world. How could there be Tao soldiers?" Before Li Gongde could finish his words, he heard a soft click.
Turning his head, he saw that Qiao Mu, who was standing in the distance just now, had appeared in front of the round-faced general who had fallen to the ground. He stepped on his chest with one foot, held down his head with one hand, and pulled his head away from him. Pulled out from the neck.
"...." Li Gongde was silent for a moment and then changed his words:
"Obviously, the Qiao family is a large family with ancient inheritance and luxuriant branches. It is reasonable for this large family to have several immortal cultivators."
"But why does the Qiao family make Taoist soldiers similar to the two clan elders Qiao Shui and Qiao Tuo?"
Li Gongde was still shocked, but the two bronze-bodied generals who were approached by Qiao Mu were instantly horrified, and their divine intuition sensed the extreme danger.
"Who are you?!" one of the bronze-bodied generals shouted, his voice like a thunderous explosion, spreading in all directions.
In fact, he was not asking, but pretending to ask, but in fact he was shouting for help, hoping that others would rescue him.
King Qin also gave an order that the Qiao family might be hiding in the streets near Caishikou. Now that Qiao Tuan is dead, if there are any Qiao family members who come to take revenge, he will naturally kill them all.