Daozhen looked at the glowing jade slip in his hand and fell into deep thought.
"Daoni is also dead, and his three hundred bean generals were annihilated, and they were killed in a short period of time. This shows that the enemy's strength is far superior to ours."
"Daoni's communication came to an abrupt end. He must have been attacked and killed by someone when he was halfway through the communication..."
"Not only that, the Qiao family members who entered the 'Hundred Mile Desert' could not be captured by the formation... I have already informed our master, Elder Qingyi, about this matter, but he is in the imperial capital and has not responded."
Daozhen looked at the middle-aged butler in front of him.
This deacon was in charge of the sect's secret realm, and was also responsible for rescuing the disciples in the secret realm. His expression gradually became solemn.
A person who is on the right track may stumble because of his carelessness, incompetence, and failure.
But this kind of thing can only happen once and not twice.
Dao Ni was well prepared and was known for his caution, but even he failed. This meant that the sect's secret realm, "Hundred Miles of Desert", was already showing signs of escaping the control of the Immortal Sect.
"I understand. I will take action." The secret realm deacon nodded.
In fact, the person who asked him to do this was actually Daoxu...
However, this matter was within his scope of responsibility, so it was appropriate for him to take action.
The deacon was about to turn into a rainbow and fly into the sky, but he saw a ray of light descending from the sky and transforming into an old Taoist with white eyebrows and a murderous look.
"You take action? Are you rushing to die?" The old Taoist with white eyebrows had a cold look on his face.
"Why is Elder Qingzhuo here?" The deacon hurriedly saluted, but he was confused and uncertain.
This Elder Qingzhuo, like Elder Qingyi, is of the same generation as the current sect leader. Even if the "Hundred Miles of Desert" were to be destroyed suddenly, it probably wouldn't alarm such a big shot, right
Why did this Qingzhuo elder come here? And from what he said, he seemed to know something about this matter
The secret realm steward subconsciously turned his head to look at Daozhen beside him.
"Why is Uncle Qingzhuo here?" Daozhen also frowned.
"Your master has been very busy these days, busy with the matter of establishing territories and borders." Taoist Qingzhuo said:
"The King of Qin has already gained power. The next step is to establish a kingdom of immortals on earth in this Central Plains."
"However, this matter still could not be concealed from the other eight major immortal sects. Except for the Xuantian Sect of Nanzhou that suffered a loss before, the other eight major immortal sects will probably follow the example of our Dadao Sect and establish an earthly immortal kingdom in each state, and the immortal sect will hide behind the scenes..."
Since the last incident, Xuantian Sect suffered a loss at the hands of its boss, and even the sect's most precious treasure, the "Tianwu Mirror", was taken away.
Although the foundation is still there and the other eight major immortal sects do not dare to go too far, it is obviously beginning to fall behind the other eight major immortal sects.
"One wrong step, all wrong steps. Xuantian Sect is greedy and wants to swallow an elephant. They deserve this disaster."
Taoist Qingzhuo sneered a few times and continued:
"Although this is a mundane matter, it is also related to the great plan of the Immortal Sect and is quite important. Senior Brother Qingyi was too busy to handle this matter, so he told me about it." Taoist Qingzhuo snorted coldly when he said this:
"He is smart. He knows that I won't refuse..."
"Could it be because of the Qiao family? The Qiao family members cannot be captured by the formation. This is too strange?" Daozhen said hurriedly.
He has always been interested in the Qiao family. The more he secretly paid attention to them, the more he felt that they were extraordinary people.
The affairs of Gucheng were where he was originally born, and he had always cared about them.
That lonely city in the desert should be destroyed. Forty years of bloody tragedy is meaningless. It is better to end it early and bury it in peace, which can be considered a good deed.
There is no way out if we continue, it will only lead to more torture.
But when Daozhen said this, Taoist Qingzhuo couldn't help laughing.
"Daozhen, your vision is a little narrow after all." Taoist Qingzhuo smiled but said nothing:
"A mortal whose soul cannot be captured... Although this matter is bizarre, it is not enough to alarm me. After all, he is just a mortal."
"Uncle Qingzhuo means, could it be that you know the reason why the formation cannot capture souls?" Daozhen asked.
"There are only two possibilities." Taoist Qingzhuo said casually:
"Either the Qiao family members are not normal people with complete souls, but other weird and strange creatures without souls..."
"It could be that other powerful beings took action... or even the influence of the ancient gods. For example, some mortals who believe in the ancient gods and demons have their souls polluted, so the Soul Binding Array cannot compare to them."
"Although these things are rare, they do happen. It's not enough for me to come here in person..."
Taoist Qingzhuo didn't care much about these details. It was obvious that what alarmed him was not the matter of the Qiao family whose souls could not be captured as mentioned by Daozhen.
"Is Uncle-Master going to take action himself?" Daozhen was surprised.
He originally thought that as long as he asked the secret realm deacon to help, the matter would be safe, but he didn't expect that this matter would alarm the immortal sect elders of the same generation as his master.
But he knew that among the elders of the immortal sect who established the great formation forty years ago, there was Taoist Qingzhuo.
Chapter 209: The Peak of Martial Arts and the Elders of the Immortal Sect (4k
On the sandy battlefield in front of the gate of the lonely city.
The Exiled Sword Immortal stopped in front of the blood-stained sand dune, looking at the old man's body that was torn into pieces by more than a dozen weapons, and remained silent for a long time.
After the initial shock, Captain Hai and other veteran soldiers looked at Jian Zexian's back with complicated eyes.
Even Jian Zexian's brother Lu Yanbei could not understand his thoughts, let alone them.
However, regardless of his intentions, no matter what Jian Zexian was thinking, since he had joined the battle, Captain Hai would naturally express his gratitude to Jian Zexian on behalf of the other old soldiers who survived the battlefield.
As for the words like “If you, Jianzhexian, had taken action earlier, the old soldiers might not have suffered any casualties…” which sounded a bit like moral blackmail, the old soldiers were no longer young boys, so naturally they would not say them out loud.
Although I won't say it this way, this thought occasionally flashes through my mind... It's human nature.
After all, the strength displayed by Jian Zexian did surprise these old soldiers. Besides being surprised, they couldn't help but have similar thoughts in their hearts.
The reputation of Jian Zexian is still very famous, especially among the soldiers and civilians of this isolated city.
Forty years after the Alien War, the situation in Kyushu has changed dramatically. The martial arts heroes on the Tingchao Tower Hero List have disappeared collectively, and the list has been cancelled since then. Forty years later, only the name of the Martial Saint is circulated in Kyushu, and the names of Jian Zexian and the other ten people are not mentioned.
But the soldiers and civilians in this lonely city are all the old people who lived forty years ago. In their era, Jian Zexian, the leader of martial arts, was more famous than Wu Shengren, who was a first-rank official in the court at that time.
As a mortal warrior, in the era when the nine great immortal sects came to the world, he was called the Exiled Sword Immortal by the warriors in the world. Naturally, he was extraordinary and was naturally placed with high hopes by mortals.
"Senior Jian Zexian." The storyteller Qianliyan also walked onto the battlefield at this time, and there was a hint of respect in his tone towards Jian Zexian.
"Although all the alien's bean soldiers have been killed, there should still be at least one alien hiding in the dark. The matter is not over yet." Qianliyan was thinking about how he should start the conversation and persuade Jianzhexian to hunt down the alien.
Clairvoyant is now in the same boat with the old soldiers, so naturally he has to be concerned about his own and everyone else's safety.
He originally informed Qiao Ruisen of Dao Ni's location through secret telepathy, and thought that Qiao Ruisen would fight to break out and leave the battlefield to attack Dao Ni.
Unexpectedly, Qiao Ruisen was already at the end of his strength and died of exhaustion shortly after he sent the message.
After Qiao Ruisen's death, the war situation was clearly at a disadvantage. The storyteller Qianliyan also thought he was doomed, so how could he care about the rebel hiding in the dark
If there is anyone on this battlefield who has the energy to hunt down Dao Ni, then it is obviously only Jian Zexian.
But just as he finished speaking, Qianliyan's gaze fixed, and he suddenly realized something and looked in one direction.
Behind the sand dunes in the distance, two figures were running quickly towards them, one in front and one behind.
Both figures were very old, and their faces were vaguely similar, as if they were brothers, and they were vaguely similar to Qiao Ruisen from before.
"Could it be the Qiao family?"
This thought immediately flashed through the minds of Qianliyan and others.
There are very few outsiders in this desert of hundreds of miles. Only these few members of the Qiao family have entered recently and seem to have mastered the method of entering the formation.
"My name is Qiao Zhuosen (zhuo, second tone)... Qiao Zhuosen is my younger brother. The alien who controlled the Taoist soldiers has been killed by my two brothers, but unfortunately we were still one step too late."
Qiao Mu looked at his own body that had been torn into pieces on the sand dune, with an unconcealable regret in his eyes.
Qianliyan showed a look of surprise. In fact, he had already vaguely guessed that the Qiao family had a secret method similar to the communication jade slips used by immortal monks, which could be used to communicate across the air.
Now that two more members of the Qiao family have appeared, his guess has been confirmed.
At this time, the old man from the Qiao family behind Qiao Mu also came out, holding a blood-stained storage bag in his hand.
Dao Ni's body was twisted and deformed and was not brought here, and the storage bag was enough to prove Dao Ni's death.
Since Dao Ni is dead, it means that the matter is over.
Everyone on the battlefield breathed a sigh of relief, and Captain Hai came forward to meet them.
"Mr. Qiao Rusen... Then what is the name of this one?" Captain Hai looked at the old man of the Qiao family behind Qiao Mu.
When these words were spoken, everyone couldn't help but look sideways.
Before there were Qiao Shuangsen and Qiao Ruisen, and now there are the Qiao Ruisen brothers.
These two people look similar and are brothers. The elder brother's name is Qiao Ruisen. So the question is, what should the younger brother's name be
"Qiao Xiaoming." The old man from the Qiao family said seriously.
The two sides briefly exchanged views on the situation of the battle on both sides.
However, what surprised Qiao Mu was that Captain Hai and the others did not ask too many questions, such as how Qiao Mu and the other person got in, why there were two of them... these trivial details.
Because their attention is actually on another person.
Sword Exiled Immortal.
What Jian Zexian did today was indeed beyond their expectations, so much so that the appearance of the two old men from the Qiao family did not take away too much of their attention.
At this time, Jian Zexian also noticed the movement here and walked over.
"Again, a member of the Qiao family?" Jian Zexian walked over, his eyes fell on Qiao Mu and the other man, and his eyes clearly lit up:
"Do you guys also know the Iron Crotch Kung Fu?"
"Of course." Qiao Mu replied.
Iron Crotch Kung Fu is actually just an ordinary hard skill that is widely spread. It is not some high-end rare skill.
If Changshengquan is a high-end boxing skill, then Tiecanggong can only be considered a low-end hard skill.
But what is unusual is that the Qiao family has mastered this dirty and hard skill to the highest level.
In a sense, what is powerful is not the Iron Crotch Kung Fu, but the Qiao family members who can practice the Iron Crotch Kung Fu to the pinnacle.
When Jian Zexian heard this, his heart was moved again:
"I see. We hit it off right away. If you don't mind, I'd like to become brothers and teach each other martial arts..."
"Yan Nan, are you done yet? Is now the time to talk nonsense?" Lu Yanbei walked over and put on his brotherly airs again.
"There is an order of seniority. I'm talking to the third and fourth brothers. Fifth brother, don't interrupt." Jian Zexian was halfway through his words when his face turned a little pale and his breathing became a little heavier.
"Are you injured?" Lu Yanbei was stunned.
He just saw his own brother sweeping across the field, appearing invincible, which was completely beyond his expectations. He did not notice when his brother was injured.
"How can those small fry hurt me?" Jian Zexian said calmly:
"I just consumed too much internal energy."
"I haven't practiced for decades, so it's good that my internal energy hasn't been wasted too much."
"Too much internal energy consumed?" Lu Yanbei was stunned for a while.
The Exiled Immortal Jian just killed more than two hundred Dou generals with great ease. He did not even draw his sword, but just poked with his fingers, and none of his men could match him.
As an elder brother, he thought that his younger brother's strength was far beyond his imagination, but he didn't expect that he actually consumed a lot of energy.
But think about it.
The two brothers are from the same mother and are both 87 years old.
Although Jian Zexian practiced the Wudang sect's unique martial art, the Pure Yang Wuji Gong, he had lost his yang energy long ago and did not practice it as a boy's skill, so naturally his skills were not very profound.
More importantly, he has been messing around in this city for thirty years.
The depth of skill and the realm of martial arts are two different concepts.
The depth of one's skill, or the amount of one's internal strength, depends on both the technique used and the accumulation and persistence over many years.
Jian Zexian was already number one in the world forty years ago, but that was forty years ago.
Practicing martial arts is like rowing against the current. If you don't move forward, you will move backward. If you give up for thirty years, you will have to pay the price of regressing in your skills.
"I told you to practice hard earlier... otherwise why would it come to this?" Lu Yanbei said helplessly.
"This is called a hero's shortness of breath." Jian Zexian said confidently: