Chapter 267
After he finishes practicing his skills and levels up, and returns from resurrection to full health, he will face Grand Ancestor Dayan again.
At that time, how to deal with Taizu Yan and how to help Hai Wuya and his son and more than 200 old soldiers leave are all things that Qiao Mu needs to think about.
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Three hundred years is an extremely long time.
Qiao Mu practices martial arts every day, sometimes practicing moves and sometimes reading secret books. When he gets tired of practicing, he imagines the Flame God Machine in his heart and relives the battle with the Flame God Machine.
Day after day, year after year.
He quickly entered a flow state and was immersed in the dream practice.
Qiao Mu flipped through the "Military Dao Lingxi Jue" in Gucheng's arsenal, and spent forty years going from beginner to proficient.
The main reason for practicing this "Military Dao Lingxi Jue" is to see with my own eyes the combined attack tactics of veterans, and I feel that it is a new direction of martial arts.
It's a pity that Li Changge is dead and cannot continue to push this strange martial arts to a higher level. From Qiao Mu's perspective, the "Military Dao Martial Arts Code" and "Military Dao Lingxi Jue" are It's really unique.
But it's just unique, not even interesting.
It has not yet reached the level of Hai Wuya's "Xumi Mountain King Sutra", which can be called the prototype of an epoch-making martial arts technique.
But it doesn’t matter, Qiao Mu will take action.
Li Changge is dead, but he can continue Li Changge's unfinished business.
Although Qiao Mu is not a martial arts genius, as a martial arts master with profound knowledge in martial arts, with three hundred years of accumulation and a lot of time, it is not impossible for him to continue to deduce the "Military Dao Lingxi Jue".
Of course, this is not Qiao Mu's main focus... Deduction techniques are just a snack for him to relax and entertain after practicing martial arts.
Qiao Mu's main focus is still on martial arts exercises such as Super Grade Qinggong Tianlong Babu and Human Dao Jing.
Without this light skill, it would be quite troublesome to make enemies of immortal cultivators.
After the fish leap stage of Tianlong's eight steps, there is the final stage of climbing to the sky. It is divided into eight steps in total, which are the eight steps of the warrior who leaps from the fish to transform into a dragon.
Super-grade Qinggong is naturally extremely difficult. Even if an ordinary martial artist obtains the secret book, he may not be able to practice it in a lifetime.
But Qiao Mu has plenty of time.
Three hundred years are enough time to practice all kinds of martial arts to a higher level.
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508 years old.
Qiao Mu's "Human Dao Jing" came naturally, and he broke through the eighth level in his dream. His energy and blood increased a lot again, from 65% to 85%.
600 years old.
The Eight Steps of Super Qinggong Tianlong has reached the stage of ascending to heaven, and the three steps of ascending to heaven.
Wudang's "Pure Yang Wuji Gong", which he learned from the sword to banish immortals, has reached the ninth level of perfection.
650 years old.
After constantly fighting against the Yan Taizu in my heart, the Longevity Fist Ripples and Waves Strength once again made another step forward, reaching the level of Five Layers.
Sandielang is the level of the contemporary head of the Qiao family, and Quadielang is reached by only one hundred-year-old Qiao family master.
The six hundred and fifty-year-old tree has reached the pinnacle of ripples and waves, unmatched by anyone.
At the age of 675, it is already the last year of the three-hundred-year dream.
"It's time to wake up."
A lonely voice echoed in the Jinluan Palace in the dream.
The huge and splendid hall was empty and without a human presence. A white-haired man in his thirties sat alone on the dragon chair, looking through the hole on the top of the Jinluan Hall at the vast starry sky above his head.
"Has another...three hundred years passed?"
Qiao Mu closed his eyes in his dream, his mind sank into the Immortality Lock, and a stream of information emerged.
This death rating: S (Assassination of the Emperor, The End of Yonghe)
Death consumption life span: 300 (30*10) years
Number of resurrections remaining this week: 1/5
Current age: 675 years old
Qi and blood: 90%
Skill:
Kung Fu---Human Dao Jing (half part, eighth level) Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu (ninth level extreme) Military Dao Martial Arts (Dacheng)
Fists and kicks --- Shattered Void Fingers (Perfect), Ripples and Waves (Five-folded Waves)
Weapons---Shadow Sword Technique (Perfection), Cutting the Sky and Drawing the Sword Technique (Kill Me, Perfection) Military Martial Arts Weapon Chapter (Dacheng)
Shenfa Qinggong - Hidden Shadow Step (Perfection) Tianlong Babu (Climbing to the Sky, Three Steps)
Hard Kung Fu---Iron Crotch Kung Fu (Perfect) Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt (Perfect) Iron Head Kung Fu (Perfect) Iron Sand Palm (Perfect) Dragon-Tiger Vajra Kung Fu (Great Success)
Explosive Forbidden Technique --- Demonic Disintegration Technique (Perfection) Red Moon Burning Blood Technique (Perfection) Violent Blood Technique (Perfection) Blood Sword Technique (Perfection)
Qi Men --- Eye Sword Technique (Perfection) Thousand Transformations of Flesh and Blood (Dacheng) Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue (Proficient) Military Dao Ling Xi Jue (Proficient)
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In the Golden Palace of the Royal Palace.
The body of the current emperor lay in a pool of blood.
The bravest soldiers of Dayan in the past are now holding swords in their hands to kill the king with their own hands.
A hundred meters away, the founding emperor of Dayan watched quietly with the Human King Sword in his hand, standing aside.
This is an extremely bizarre scene. Even the storytellers in Tingchao Tower cannot make up such a bizarre story.
"Hai Wuya...I was wrong about you." Yan Taizu held the Human King Sword and walked towards the old soldiers standing with swords in their hands.
"In the past few decades, there are only two people who can make me look wrong. One is Sword Banishing Immortal, and the other is you."
"A "Sutra of the King of Mount Sumeru" made the Immortal Sect move, triggering today's great changes."
"A few questions can penetrate the defenses of my stupid descendants..."
"If you can live longer, you must not be the thing in the pool. It's a pity."
Out of guilt for Dayan's white-headed soldiers, Yanshenji did not take action forcefully, leaving the choice to Hai Siyuan and other veterans, and finally watched Emperor Yonghe die.
But after all, he is the great ancestor of Dayan. How can he let the regicides below walk out of this Golden Palace alive?
"Any choice has a price. The price of regicide is naturally your life." Yan Shenji lowered his eyelids.
The expressions of Hai Siyuan and others did not change.
Having reached this point, how can they still fear death?
"The emperor is dead, which can be regarded as an end to the knot of forty years of guarding the lonely city in the desert." Hai Siyuan's eyes were calm.
In the past, the veterans thought about Dayan deeply, and only after walking out of the desert did they realize...it turned out that they were already the last three hundred people among the officers and soldiers of Dayan's court who dared to fight against the Immortal Sect.
The gap in my heart cannot be explained to outsiders.
Now most of the barriers in their hearts have been eliminated... Hai Siyuan looked at his father Hai Wuya at this moment. Both of them had calm faces and calm expressions, as if they were carved from the same mold.
At this moment, he suddenly understood Hai Wuya's state of mind.
I know I am at the end of my rope and am about to die, but my long-cherished wish has been fulfilled... If I really have any regrets:
After all, it would be better to die in the Jinluan Palace than to die on the battlefield against strangers.
The Xianmen Dao Sect was the culprit that caused the tragic death of one hundred thousand of their soldiers, but Hai Siyuan thought that he would not be able to fulfill this long-cherished wish in his lifetime.
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PS: My brain is a bit down. I know what I want to write but I just sit there in confusion... I will try my best tomorrow.
Chapter 276 The Man in the Mirror (7k
"The only regret before you die is that you didn't die on the battlefield against aliens?"
Yan Shenji's eyes narrowed slightly.
The flaw in his mind is that forty years ago he chose to keep a low profile and bide his time. This was completely different from the person he was when he was young.
And for these veterans, he felt somewhat guilty.
"At this juncture, I still haven't forgotten my desire to fight against strangers." Yan Shenji praised:
"You are a true hero when you treat death as if it were your own home."
He held the Human King Sword in his hand, looked at these scarred old veterans, and approached step by step:
"Great Yan is lucky to have soldiers like you."
Hai Siyuan's eyes were calm.
A few decades ago, if he had been praised personally by Taizu Yan, a 300-year-old martial arts legend, he would have been filled with fear and tears of gratitude.
But at this moment, his state of mind was like the boundless sea, and he replied:
"We are no longer Dayan's soldiers."
Yan Shenji nodded, with undisguised appreciation in his eyes.
It's a pity...Hai Wuya and his son, as well as these veterans, were all born in the wrong era.
If they met the young Yan Taizu, they might become comrades fighting side by side to overthrow the old dynasty.
It's just that the two sides are different now, and the other side has committed regicide.
Appreciation is appreciation, stance is stance.
Only young people would confuse the two, but the three hundred-year-old Yan Taizu would not.
Taizu Yan’s position was always on the side of the Great Yan Dynasty.
After three hundred years of immortality in the mortal world, all the old friends, beauties, and descendants of Yan Taizu's era have turned into withered bones. The only ones left in the world are blood relatives separated by many generations and the Great Yan Dynasty he left behind.
The Great Yan Dynasty he founded and the existence of the descendants of the royal family were the obsession of Taizu Yan in his life.
If one day the royal family no longer exists, and so does the Great Yan Dynasty, he will be an immortal and lonely ghost in this mortal world.
"Yulin Army and Feiyu Guards, please retreat." Yan Shenji waved his hand, asking the army that had filled the entire Jinluan Palace and surrounded more than two hundred veterans to retreat and clear an open space.
Holding the Human King Sword in his hand, he stepped out from the crowd alone, strolling forward, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the Golden Palace.
"People like you should not die at the hands of the rebels. I will give you a death." Taizu Yan whispered:
"If you die today, this matter will end here and no harm will come to your family."
According to the law, the crime of regicide will naturally involve the execution of the nine clans. This is the attitude of Yan Taizu.
Of course, these veterans who have taken refuge in Haiwuya are basically homeless and alone. Wherever their nine tribes are, they may not be able to find them themselves.
"The old emperor is quite broad-minded and a good opponent."
Hai Siyuan smiled and was the first to draw his sword and lead the others out.
"Old brothers, this is the final battle, come with me!"
Two hundred old soldiers faced the direction of Yan Taizu and began to charge on the Jinluan Palace.
At the last moment of their lives, they were unwilling to wait for death. Even if they could not die on the alien battlefield, they would still die in the battle.
Of course, Yan Taizu was indeed a very strong martial artist.
Qiao Shuangtuo of the Qiao family who had conquered immortals in Da Qin Mansion was beheaded by him with his own hands, and his body was still standing there.
All the golden elixir monks from the Dao Dao Sect fell to the ground from high altitudes at his command, their bodies crawling at his feet.
His existence itself is a well-deserved martial arts myth, and he is a 300-year-old immortal who broke the world's understanding of martial arts.
Being able to die at the hands of such a strong person is not a bad outcome.
"The fighting spirit is good, but too weak." Yan Shenji gently raised his hand and knocked over Hai Siyuan with his sword, his eyes as calm as a mirror:
"Son of the Emperor, those who have strong soldiers and horses should be the ones to succeed. Fighting spirit alone is far from enough."
"Besides me, the only immortal person in the world, Qiao Shuangtuo, has been killed by me myself. Who else in the world is worthy of being my enemy?"