This death rating: A (passing on the torch, the backbone of Kyushu)
Lifespan lost due to death: 32 (16*2) years
Remaining revives this week: 4/5
Current age: 141
Qi and blood: 34%
Skill:
Changsheng Fist (minor success, completed the Strength Training Chapter) Wave Power (fourth level: four waves) Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue (minor success) Pure Yang Wuji Gong (fifth level) Xumi Mountain King Sutra (sixth level) Military Martial Arts Classic (minor success)
Void-shattering Finger (Mastery)
Shadow Sword Technique (Perfect)
Iron Crotch Kung Fu (Perfect) Golden Bell Cover Iron Cloth Shirt (Great)
Shadow Step (Perfect)
Demon Disintegration Technique (Perfect) Red Moon Blood Burning Technique (Minor Success) Blood Burst Technique (Minor Success)
Flesh and Blood Transformation (Minor Achievement)
Eye Swordsmanship (Mastery)
... ..
The more than 30 years of long and hard times seemed like a dream.
In Qiao Mu's memory, after his death this time, he was still the same as before, not lazy at all, practicing martial arts every minute.
The last S-level death evaluation allowed Qiumu to skip thirty years in one fell swoop, and this time with an A-level evaluation plus double settlement, the time Qiumu skipped was one point higher than last time.
I just learned Li Changge's "Military Martial Arts Canon" a few days ago, and I have made some progress today.
It can be said that the progress is rapid.
It seemed that because he had become a martial artist with refined spirit, the experience of practicing martial arts for more than 30 years seemed clearer than before.
The Sumeru Mountain King Sutra also broke through to the sixth level in one fell swoop.
The practice of the Mount Xumi King Sutra is about the way of Qi and blood. The breakthrough to the sixth level means that Qiao Mu's 141-year-old old body has much more Qi and blood than when he was 109 years old, and is even more ferocious.
It seemed that there were more and denser wrinkles and there were age spots on his face, but Qiumu tried to move his muscles and bones and did not feel stiff at all.
The "Hundred Changes of Flesh and Blood" obtained from Wu Qizhen was transformed into "Thousands of Changes of Flesh and Blood" at this time.
As Qiao Mu's mind moved, the bones all over his body made crackling sounds, and his body shape, height and even facial features were undergoing subtle changes.
"In a moment, it seems that even the flesh and blood around one's body can be controlled and changed... After refining the spirit, the warrior seems to have some extraordinary supernatural powers."
He did not spend more time studying the progress of his martial arts training over the past thirty years of seclusion. Instead, he swept across the battlefield like a wisp of smoke.
Chapter 197 I am the reinforcement (4k
Under the ruined city wall.
Qiao Mu's body fell in a pool of blood, still breathless, and his blood dyed the yellow sand red.
The little cat snuggled quietly in his arms until his heart stopped beating and only warmth remained in his body.
The storyteller's clairvoyance kept glancing at the suddenly appearing cat from the corner of his eye, with his eyes flickering between his brows.
As one of the pillars of the Tingchaolou School of Strange Stories, Qianliyan had compiled and heard countless strange stories, so he was thinking about the origins of this strange cat.
Just as he was observing carefully, he saw the cat suddenly tremble and suddenly crawl out from Qiao Mu's arms.
"When someone dies, are you ready to leave?" Clairvoyant frowned and thought:
"It appears next to the dying and leaves after death. I have vaguely heard of such monsters. It is said that there used to be a kind of monster that feeds on death energy, and it was called the messenger of the underworld..."
When he was halfway through his thoughts, he saw the demon cat's pupils suddenly dilate slightly, and its small body began to tremble on the sand. It lay weakly on the sand, and even its tongue stuck out and drooped to one side, looking weak and limp.
"What's wrong with that? Would a demon that feeds on dead energy behave like this? Or am I thinking wrongly?" Clairvoyance nodded secretly:
"Seeing is believing. It turns out that after absorbing the death energy, the monster will temporarily become limp. Then---"
Just as he thought of this, all three of his eyes trembled slightly and suddenly looked in one direction.
A light breeze blew by, stirring up the dust on the ground.
There was an old man with waist-length white hair in front of him.
The tabby cat was still lying limply on the ground, with its tongue hanging out. It forced its eyes open and looked at the standing Qiaomu, then at the lying Qiaomu.
Ordinary people rely on vision to distinguish people, cats and dogs rely more on smell to distinguish people, but for the demon cat Wuchang, it relies on death energy that is invisible to the naked eye to distinguish people.
It doesn't understand now.
Because it's just a kitten.
But as the thick deathly air penetrated into its body, its little belly began to swell.
Although I don’t understand, it feels so good... The cat gave up thinking and continued to lie limp on the ground.
“You are…” The storyteller with clairvoyance was confused and uncertain.
The old man suddenly appeared, with frosty white hair draped over his shoulders, almost reaching his waist.
He was very old, and his face was vaguely similar to Qiao Shuangsen who was lying on the ground.
Of course, Qiao Shuangsen's body was there, and he died in public. No one would associate the old man in front of them with Qiao Shuangsen, who was already clearly dead.
So Lu Yanbei was stunned, and could only guess that judging from the old man's appearance, he might be related to Qiao Shuangsen.
The storyteller with clairvoyance had a guess flashed through his mind.
The people in this lonely city didn't know about the reclusive Qiao family, which had a great reputation outside. Even Lu Yanbei, who had entered the lonely city for a year, didn't know about it.
But he knew it.
"Another centenarian of the Qiao family?" he guessed.
The reclusive Qiao family follows the ancient principle of blood revenge. Normally, family members do not help each other and are quite independent. He seems to be just a weak person, no different from an ordinary person without family relatives.
But once the heir of the Qiao family dies an unexpected death, the next elder of the Qiao family will follow suit and personally avenge the death of the Qiao family member.
But even the clairvoyant didn’t expect that.
Other places would be fine, but this lonely city in the desert is shrouded in the immortal sect's mysterious illusion formation. How could the elders of the Qiao family be able to come in
Thinking of this, he felt a little more hopeful.
"I am Qiao Ruosen (ruo, fourth tone), and Qiao Shuangsen is my son." Qiao Mu turned and looked at Qianliyan:
"The Qiao family is connected by blood, but I am still a step late. At my old age, I still have to collect the body of my son..."
Qiao Mu sighed slightly and looked into the distance.
The lonely city was shrouded in a magic array, and the scenery of the outside world, including the existence of Anxi Pass, could not be seen.
But Qiumu could sense it.
After entering the stage of soul refining, his intuitive senses were no longer intermittent, but he could always sense Madam Bai who was far away in Anxi Pass according to the guidance of "Martial Spirit Holy Rhinoceros Secret".
"Li Changge's "Spiritual Resonance Technique" can sense Madam Bai's existence from afar through the Immortal Gate's formation, but they cannot gather together because of the existence of the Mysterious Formation."
"People in the city say that Li Changge died twenty years ago. This happened to be the year when Anxi Pass was established and Madam Bai was guarding the pass. I don't think it's a coincidence."
Let’s talk about Li Changge’s matter separately.
Since the intuitive perception of Lingxi Jue and Wu Sheng Lingxi Jue can ignore the illusion formation.
Then, since all the members of the Qiao family have practiced the Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue, they can sense each other, or they have some more advanced means to go a step further and even enter the big formation. This is also reasonable, right
"Mr. Qiao..." Lu Yanbei stammered, not knowing what to say.
He understands the feeling of an older person sending off a younger person.
Although the "black-haired man" is older than him, it must be unpleasant for an elder to say goodbye to a younger person in person.
Qiao Ruisen seems to be calm and composed, but I think he is just hiding his sadness deep in his heart...
In his eyes, Qiao Ruisen stood with his back to him, his hands behind his back trembling slightly, as if he was trying hard to control his inner emotions.
Qiao Mu's heart was indeed filled with emotions:
"Fuck, after thirty-two years of hard training, I've become stronger again. I want to show off so badly that I can't control my Qilin arm anymore. But I still have to hold back and ask a few questions first."
But before entering the battlefield, he did not forget to glance at the clairvoyance and said lightly:
"The storyteller from Tingchao Tower? Your eyes seem to be different from those of ordinary people?"
"There are only Taoist soldiers in front of you, and no strangers appear on the battlefield. Tell me, besides the enemies in front of you, what else do you see?"
Qiao Mu noticed keenly that when he arrived, both the cat and the clairvoyant had obvious movements and sensed his arrival.
The former is not surprising. To the demon cat Wuchang, Qiaomu is simply human-shaped catnip.
And the reaction of Clairvoyance was actually faster than that of Lu Yanbei, a martial artist with keen intuition. This was very unusual.
The alien used magic to control the bean soldiers. Although he was not on the battlefield, according to common sense, he should not be too far away, right
On the sandy battlefield.
Captain Hai led three hundred veteran soldiers to charge and fought fiercely with the remaining dozen or so soldiers.
Captain Hai regarded this battle as the last in his life, so he fought with all his might and was determined to die.
On a small hill in the distance, Daoshun was looking at the battlefield from afar, but he was not in a very good mood.
He felt pain.
Cultivating immortals is about money, friends, skills and land, with money being the most important. Whether it's elixirs, spells, or the spirit beans used to refine bean soldiers, they all have to be purchased with spirit stones.
"Only in this desolate place like the Hundred Miles Desert can such a large number of fearless mortals emerge."
"Once you leave this desert, it will be hard to find such a strong and high-quality soldier soul in the outside Nine Provinces." Daoshun sighed.
It would be an exaggeration to say that there is no grass in this desert, but it is true that there is a lack of water and food, making it a desolate place for all life.
If a warrior does not have food to replenish himself, it will be difficult for him to develop full muscles and abundant blood and energy during the initial period of strength training, and it will be even more difficult to build up internal strength.
At the same time, the more difficult and extreme the environment, the better place it is to train your mind and character.
Therefore, the martial arts skills of this isolated army are actually not in line with their achievements in spiritual cultivation.
"Unfortunately, I have lost too many soldiers. It is difficult to harvest all three hundred old soldiers... If we continue to fight, we will lose money."
"Oh, it would be great if I were a disciple of an elder like Senior Sister Daoxu. Even if I get into trouble, Elder Qingyi will protect me, and I am also rich and powerful..."
"It's also the fault of that Martial Saint in the mortal world. If he hadn't killed a disciple from the Xuantian Sect who was in the middle stage of foundation building, when I entered the middle stage, I could also become a deacon of a Taoist temple walking in the mortal world..."
When Daoshun was talking to himself, his expression suddenly changed.
He quickly shook the storage bag on his waist, and two spirit beans fell on the sand. In an instant, they turned into two three-meter-tall soybeans that protected him.
But the bean general on the left had just appeared and just stretched his body when he suddenly froze.
A hand that was much larger than an ordinary person's grabbed the bean general's head.
With the burst of surging internal energy, the three-meter-tall bean general had just appeared when it shattered into pieces and exploded on the ground.
Qiao Mu stood there and looked at his right hand.
At this moment, his right hand had expanded a lot, the skin on the surface turned red, hot and hard, and a blazing white aura shone through his palm.
The flesh and blood can change in a hundred ways, or in other words, the flesh and blood in Qiao Mu's hands can change in a thousand ways, which is a strange and weird magic of Wu Qizheng.
If one reaches the level of spirit refining, one can use the powerful "spirit" to control the flesh and blood of the human body and make certain changes according to one's own wishes.
What he had just done was to move Qi and blood, as if manipulating the internal energy in the meridians, trying to adjust his right hand to a state that was more suitable for exerting force.
"Where did this mortal come from?" A scolding came from my ear.
Daoshun shook the storage bag on his waist, and many spirit beans were scattered on the sand. Then, more than a dozen two-meter-tall bean soldiers rushed out.
But Qiao Mu stood there in a daze, as if stunned, looking at Daoshun who was protected by these bean soldiers and generals.
Daoshun saw that Qiao Mu seemed frightened, so he frowned and said calmly:
"You have caused trouble for destroying one of my bean soldiers. If you leave now, I can still forgive your offense, otherwise you will be doomed---"