Chapter 228

Chapter 228

At this time, the white-haired man finally opened his mouth and answered:

"The flesh..."

"The flesh body? What is he talking about? He can't be called the flesh body, right? The answer is completely wrong." The two copper-skinned generals each used light skills and tried to escape, but the white-haired man was like a ghost, always following closely. Three steps behind them.

"The physical body, energy and blood are the foundation of martial arts." The white-haired man continued:

"The so-called abundance of Qi and blood can generally be seen as the physical strength of a martial artist."

"The starting point for a ninth-grade martial artist is the realm of strength training. When the muscles are full and the qi and blood are abundant, the inner strength will be born from this."

"It's just that when people reach old age, their blood and blood will inevitably decline and their bodies will weaken. After all, the human body has its limits."

While speaking, he stretched his hand through the chest of a copper-skinned general, who immediately fell to the ground.

"Why is this man talking to himself all the time? Is he crazy?" Just as this thought passed through the mind of the copper-skinned general, his whole body suddenly shook, and the world suddenly spun around, and he saw a palm passing through his chest.

The two copper-skinned generals fell to the ground, losing their breath.

Qiao Mu stood beside their corpses, his eyes a little hollow.

Around the 30th year of the dream, after he noticed that his mind was dusty and his state was different, he knew one thing:

The eighty years in the dream are equivalent to an ordinary person's life, and it is a sleepless life.

During this eighty-year period, my inner emotions will continue to amplify when I am alone.

In the first thirty years, when Qiao Mu still had the goal of deducing martial arts, he was doing pretty well. But fifty years later, the inner anxiety has made it difficult for Qiao Mu to enter a focused state of flow.

If he regrets that he died helping others and fell into a long dream for eighty years, then these emotions will swallow him up bit by bit in the long period of solitude, and there will be no peace anymore.

It is impossible for ordinary people to spend a lifetime in a dream in a normal state of mind, so when Qiao Mu wakes up from a dream again, there are only two results.

Or he is driven mad by regret.

Or find an answer that can support yourself.

But now...he actually already has the answer in his heart.

So when he woke up from the dream, he was at the first level of refining the gods.

"How can mortal flesh and blood resist gold and iron? This is actually true."

"But I am no longer a mortal." His eyes regained focus a little, and now he was able to recover from his dream.

With a thought, he sank into the Ouroboros Immortality Lock in his heart, and a stream of information immediately emerged.

This death evaluation: A (defeating immortals with force)

Death consumption life span: 80 (16*5) years

Number of resurrections remaining this week: 3/5

Current age: 295 years old

Qi and blood: 60%

Skill:

Kung Fu---Human Dao Jing (half part, seventh level) Chunyang Wuji Kung Fu (ninth level) Military Dao Martial Arts (Dacheng)

Fists and kicks --- Shattered Void Fingers (Perfect) Ripples and Overlapping Waves (Fourth Level: Four Overlapping Waves)

Weapons---Shadow Sword Technique (Perfection) Sky-Slaying Sword Technique (Kill Me, Dacheng) Military Martial Arts Weapon Chapter (Dacheng)

Shenfa Qinggong - Hidden Shadow Step (Perfection) and Tianlong Eight Steps (Waterfall Climbing, Dacheng)

Hard Kung Fu---Iron Crotch Kung Fu (Perfection) Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt (Dacheng)

Explosive Forbidden Technique --- The Demon's Disintegration Technique (Perfection) Red Moon Burning Blood Technique (Dacheng) Violent Blood Technique (Dacheng) Blood Sword Technique (Mastery)

Qi Men --- Eye Sword Technique (Dacheng) Thousand Transformations of Flesh and Blood (Dacheng) Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Art (Mastery)

During these eighty years in the dream, Qiao Mu did a lot of things.

For example, the information that emerged in his mind after research was actually a kind of "inner vision" ability of oneself.

Similar to controlling one's own lucid dream, this information can actually be changed according to Qiao Mu's thoughts, so there was this change.

During the eighty years in the dream, his main focus was on the deduction of exercises and finding answers to support his heart. In a sense, it was also a further exploration of the way to refine God.

The rest of the martial arts training was not the focus of his dream. At most, it could only be regarded as an adjustment after getting tired from practicing the martial arts.

Despite this, eighty years is too long, and there have been breakthroughs in many martial arts, such as the Super Grade Qinggong Eight Steps of Heavenly Dragon.

As for the seventh level of the Humanity Sutra, it is actually transformed from the King of Sumeru Sutra that has reached the seventh level.

Although the prototype of the "Human Dao Jing" deduced by Qiao Mu is not the same as the "Sutra of Mount Sumeru King", it still retains some characteristics of the latter.

The time required almost doubles with each level.

As long as a martial artist with ordinary qualifications perseveres, the first level will take 2 years, the second level will take 4 years, the third level will take 8 years, and so on...

If Qiao Mu can practice it, ordinary martial artists can also practice it. This is not a martial arts technique that requires high qualifications.

As I thought about this, I heard the sound of dense footsteps in the distance.

The two copper-skinned generals' cries for help before they died had been heard by others. From a distance, King Qin took the lead and strode over with many of his generals.

"What kind of traitorous martial artist? This is clearly the Qiao family! Are you blind?" King Qin's eyes fell on Qiao Mu's face, and a big stone fell to the ground in his heart.

Before seeing Qiao Mu's true appearance, he was still somewhat solemn.

As the King of Qin supported by the Dao Dao Sect, he actually has the right to command other Dao soldiers under his command... Although these copper-skinned and iron-bone Dao soldiers are strong, they do not have complete free will. Their minds will be subconsciously influenced by the King of Qin or the Dao Dao Sect. Immortal cultivators’ hints and orders.

Therefore, theoretically speaking, it is impossible for the so-called people who enter Taoism through martial arts to betray...

When King Qin hurried over, he still doubted in his heart whether the other eight immortal sects also supported Tao soldiers? Now send them into Da Qin’s city to cause trouble?

If this is the case, then he, the King of Qin, will be sandwiched between several immortal sects, which is not a good thing...

All the worries in his heart disappeared after seeing Qiao Mu's face.

Isn't it the Qiao family? He had just killed one.

The Qiao family is indeed very strong, surpassing ordinary god-refining warriors. When the demon breaks out, they are strong enough to be enemies of the copper-skinned and iron-bone Taoist soldiers.

But that relies on an abnormally strong internal energy.

Such characters are destined to be very rare, because the fourth level is already the soft limit of internal energy. Therefore, if an ordinary fourth-level martial artist does not follow the path of god training, but slowly develops internal energy until the end of his lifespan, it is often not An opponent who is at the third level of the God of Refining.

Therefore, it is obvious that the two former brothers Qiao Shui and Qiao Tuo were anomalies among martial artists.

Either he is a uniquely gifted person, or he is a child of luck who consumed some strange fruit after falling off a cliff, and his skills skyrocketed.

Whether it is the former or the latter, these cannot be copied and are extremely rare.

Now another member of the Qiao family has arrived... Tsk, he looks like a middle-aged man, probably a descendant of Qiao Shui and Qiao Tuo?

"It seems that all the elders of the Qiao family are finally dead." King Qin said with a slightly sarcastic smile, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Your clan elders died in my hands, and their bodies are still cold, so you dare to come for revenge?"

"Revenge?" Qiao Mu's eyes were like a deep pool.

When he saw King Qin again after eighty years, there was no obvious emotion in his eyes, as if this man was not an enemy who had killed him once, but an ordinary passerby.

"If you hold on to that kind of emotion, you will only sink into madness in eighty years." His voice was as calm as the look on his face, like the breeze in the mountains.

"Besides, you are not qualified to make me worry about you for eighty years."

Eighty years?

King Qin didn't understand Qiao Mu's words, but the moment his eyes met Qiao Mu's, a fleeting warning sign suddenly flashed in his heart.

"Come on." He waved his hand and retreated behind the copper-skinned generals.

King Qin has always been very thoughtful. Although he said he looked down on the Qiao family, how could he ignore the warning signs that flashed in his heart?

Since this person is so weird, let the copper-skinned generals under his command test him first, and then he can try to sneak in and take advantage of the opportunity to strike during the siege.

It was enough to torture Qiao Tuo, who had broken his leg.

Da Qin Mansion is his base camp, why should he fight the enemy alone?

There were about twenty copper-skinned generals around who all looked at each other and hesitated briefly.

But under the cold eyes of King Qin, he finally moved slowly and moved toward the surrounding trees.

As third-level god-refining warriors, although their god-refining cultivation levels have regressed, their intuition is still quite sharp.

If there was no order from King Qin, they would definitely choose to listen to their inner voice and retreat decisively.

But as soon as King Qin's voice came out, they unconsciously moved their steps and surrounded the tree.

"Twenty copper-skinned Taoist soldiers..." Li Gongde's expression in the dark moved slightly.

Any copper-skinned Taoist soldier can use their invulnerable body to crush ordinary god-refining warriors. Even the first-level god-refining warriors cannot break through their shells. The only option is to escape.

"This Taoist team under King Qin's command would be enough to cause a bloody storm in the Jiuzhou martial arts world. It would be basically impossible for those martial artists who practice ancient martial arts to compete with it." Xingxuan envoy judged.

"But this Qiao family... it's hard to say." Xingxuan envoy frowned:

"Let me see how he is going to deal with it... Hmm? Did he close his eyes? Is he underestimating the enemy and overestimating it?"

Right in the middle of the street.

Qiao Mu lowered his hands without making any starting gestures. He looked loose and unprepared for a fight, and even closed his eyes.

It's just that he has reached the first level of refining the gods.

When he closed his eyes and saw darkness, the sounds he heard in his ears and the intuitive feelings in his heart became clearer and more obvious.

"Did you hear that?" He stood among the bronze Taoist soldiers and whispered with his eyes closed, as if he was talking in sleep.

The twenty copper-clad Taoist soldiers, who were as tall as iron towers, did not respond. They just held their weapons and surrounded the white-haired man as if facing a formidable enemy. The encirclement gradually narrowed.

So Qiao Mu remained silent, only listening quietly.

He heard the footsteps of the twenty Taoist soldiers who were as burly as iron towers approaching, and the heavy boots unconsciously crushed the green bricks under their feet.

He heard the prayer coming from the mouth of the thin man hiding under the table in the butcher's stall: "Gods bless you, gods bless you..."

He heard the wind passing through the street, heard the collapse of the teahouse in the distance, heard the gentle breathing and heartbeat of two bystanders in the dark...

But these were not the sounds he wanted to hear.

The voice he wanted to hear was not from the outside world at all, but from the bottom of his heart.

The King of Qin is not worth worrying about for eighty years.

But that question from King Qin had indeed lingered in his mind for eighty years, and he spent an ordinary person's lifetime searching for an answer.

In the life in his dream, he had reviewed his life since time travel hundreds and thousands of times. He could vividly remember every choice he made and every wish for death since Yancheng.

As an immortal, Qiao Mu is destined to grow into a strong man at the top of this world. The only difference is sooner or later. He always has a simple mode to choose from.

The safest way is Gou.

After obtaining one of the "Longevity Boxing Sutra" and "Sumishan King Sutra", Qiao Mu can hide in the deep mountains and old forests, practice his kung fu until the end of time, sit back and watch the rise and fall of dynasties, and then be born again after completing his magical skills.

The fastest way is to become possessed.

Killing people is countless times easier than saving people. As long as you put down your bottom line and kill all living beings, become a demon with a single thought, and get negative death evaluations, you can still die with high quality and become stronger quickly.

Even if he insists on becoming a knight with both fame and fortune, there is actually a more cost-effective way:

For example, when he was in Yancheng, he broke into the city lord's palace and kidnapped Mr. Guo to kill Guo Yan. The last blow of his bloody battle to death was not given to Guo Yan, but to a coffin bearer who had not yet entered the imperial examination to help Old Huang deal with the aftermath.

This is not the most cost-effective and profit-maximizing choice.

Since coming to this world.

Qiao Mu's choice was never the safest choice, nor was it the choice to upgrade the fastest, nor was it the choice to use the suffering of others as a tool to increase points and maximize benefits.

It's the choice that best suits your inner thoughts.

All choices come from the heart.

All actions are your own fault.

Eighty years of dreaming have reaped the bitter fruits of the years, and this is your own fault.

When he was in the imperial capital, Hai Siyuan and other senior soldiers drew their swords to cut off his back, which was their own fault.

"This is the path I chose. Every time I die, it is my choice from the bottom of my heart."