Every time Qingzhuo Taoist uttered a word, there were bursts of thunder, strong winds, and a huge momentum.
But before he could finish his words, Qiumu couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Enjoy eternal life
If I die a few more times, you will have to call me your ancestor. Why are you acting like this in front of me
"Sacrifices for the sake of death are meaningless, but sacrifices for the living are meaningful." Qiao Mu held down the trembling stone sword with one hand:
"With me here today, their sacrifice is meaningful." His eyes were bright as he looked directly at Taoist Qingzhuo, his gaze suddenly becoming as sharp as a sword.
He used the "Eye Sword Technique" of the spiritual warrior against the elder Qingzhuo of the immortal sect.
Use your eyes as swords, which are the invisible sword of the mind.
"If our predecessors had not sacrificed their lives and shed their blood, how could the later generations carry on the tradition?" His eyes were as sharp as swords, and he shouted at Taoist Qingzhuo.
The soldiers and civilians who died in this city forty years ago were his predecessors, so now he should take over the torch that has been burning in this city for forty years.
Chapter 214: Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique (6k
"Um?"
After being struck by Qiao Mu's silent sword technique, Taoist Qingzhuo's pupils trembled slightly, then calmed down. For the first time since he arrived, a hint of surprise appeared on his face.
He had never taken Qiao Mu seriously. Since he came to this city, his attention was basically all on Jian Zexian.
The Qiao family? This kind of mortal family that practices martial arts is only worthy of Daozhen's attention, but it is not worth mentioning to him.
But if Qiao Mu took the initiative to offend him as an elder of the immortal sect, that would be a different matter.
"Showing off one's skill before an expert."
"This matter has nothing to do with you mortals, but you are seeking your own death."
He didn't know much about Qiao Mu's background, nor did he care. He just heard that he claimed to be a soldier guarding the city, so he thought he was one of the old soldiers in the city.
Taoist Qingzhuo frowned and sighed:
"Lu Yannan, I'm doing this for your own good. The road to immortality is full of hardships, so you must cut off your worldly ties first."
"If you don't want to kill me, then I will help you sever your ties with the world today. Anyway, you have already helped the soldiers in the city, breaking the rules we set in the beginning. Now I am here to fulfill my promise and help the soldiers and civilians in this city get rid of their ties..."
Taoist Qingzhuo looked down at the empty city below his feet and casually drew a talisman in the air in front of him.
He had just roughly scanned the entire city with his spiritual sense, just to look for the trace of the Exiled Sword Immortal, not to look for the mortals in this city who had mysteriously disappeared.
Although I don’t know where the other soldiers and civilians in this city are hiding, this isolated city is covered by the Immortal Gate formation. Where else can they hide outside this city
They are nothing more than mortal man-made structures such as cellars and earthen forts built in hidden locations in the city...
Taoist Qingzhuo doesn't care where they hide, because the result is the same no matter where they hide.
And at the moment when he had the thought, the sky suddenly darkened.
Qiao Mu subconsciously looked up at the sky, holding the stone sword next to him in his hand, and subconsciously felt confused.
There was a whistling wind passing by my ears, and the rolling yellow sand in the boundless desert seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand. The thick yellow sand rose into the sky, giving a feeling of covering the sky and the sun.
It was as if an endless amount of yellow sand was sweeping in. The wisps of smoke remaining in the empty city were instantly blown to pieces by the strong wind, and all the tranquility of the empty city was gone.
The houses on both sides of the avenue collapsed in an instant. The soil, stones and wooden beams were all swept into the air in an instant, and then shattered into pieces by the knife-like sharp wind blades.
The blood-red setting sun had been covered by the yellow sand, and the entire sky had darkened. Only the Taoist Qingzhuo, dressed in a Taoist robe, was left standing in the air, his robe rustling.
Such a storm seemed to be able to swallow up this isolated city in an instant.
Hiss... Qiao Mu subconsciously wanted to take a breath of cool air, but almost inhaled a mouthful of dust. He quickly closed his mouth, but he was shocked in his heart.
People in the imperial capital of Zhongzhou often talk about man-made disasters, saying that the disasters caused by aliens are comparable to natural disasters, and can be compared to disasters such as earthquakes, floods, and rainstorms that cannot be resisted by human power.
Qiao Mu actually previously thought that this was more of a metaphor, explaining the difference between immortals and mortals, and that mortals could not rival the power of immortals. Now he sees that this is simply the literal meaning.
In the past, in the Taoist temple on the mountain of Xuantian Sect, although the thunder of Elder Tianxing of Xuantian Sect was terrifying, its power was limited to the square area in front of the main hall of the Taoist temple. But could the Elder Qingzhuo in front of him really cause a natural disaster that could destroy the city
"What kind of sewer profession is a martial artist..." Qiao Mu cursed inwardly:
"It's a pity that I only have one iron spiritual root..."
"This city was destroyed because of you." Taoist Qingzhuo's voice penetrated the deafening roar of the storm and rang in Qiao Mu's ears:
"What about the people before and after... they are all mortals, all dead."
"Your ancestors are lying in the forest of steles on the hillside outside the city. Where are your descendants?"
"The immortal path leads to immortality, which is the great path of this world. Lu Yannan, how long are you going to persist in your delusion?"
Taoist Qingzhuo didn't want to use force at first, he just wanted to give the stubborn Jian Zexian a wake-up call.
But now he has basically given up this fantasy.
Jian Zexian is actually a man with a heart as hard as iron, and Taoist Qingzhuo knows it very well.
So he placed the breakthrough point on Qiumu.
These two people are guarding this isolated city, and I think they have a close relationship.
With the magic of the elders of the Immortal Sect, it is easy to destroy the body of a mortal, and it is not difficult to kill the Exiled Sword Immortal.
But killing him is not as good as destroying his heart. It is better to destroy his fighting will... maybe that can change his mind.
"This will help you cut off your worldly ties..." His eyes fixed, and an invisible gust of wind swept past, pointing directly at Qiao Mu who was standing alone on the city gate tower.
Taoist Qingzhuo's reaction was extremely fast, so fast that Qiao Mu didn't even have time to disintegrate the demon.
In a flash, Qiao Mu grasped the stone sword in his hand and subconsciously slashed it in front of him, and all the strength in his body burst out as usual.
But this time it was different.
When the internal energy surging in his limbs and bones was infused into the stone sword in his hand, Qiao Mu immediately felt something strange.
The blazing sword light emitted by the stone sword swept past at this moment.
A sword light dozens of meters long whizzed past, cutting off the oncoming wind blade as sharp as a knife. In a short period of time, the raging yellow sand in the air in front of the city wall was also broken up, and the air became briefly clear.
"The sword light is dozens of meters long..." Qiao Mu looked down at the stone sword in his hand.
Only then did he realize that what he held in his hand was not a real sword, but the former martial arts leader Jian Zexian transformed into a sword.
"Super quality?" he asked in surprise.
Even if one has reached the first stage of spiritual cultivation, the range of internal energy can only reach ten meters at most. Once it leaves the body, it will decay rapidly. Therefore, the attack distance of a warrior is relatively limited, unless he uses hidden weapons.
Even if Qiao Mu had accumulated martial arts strength for more than a hundred years under normal circumstances, he could not break this iron rule.
His internal energy is extremely strong and pure, but the difference between his internal energy and that of martial artists who practice strength and spirit is only in quantity. At most, it is more pure, but there is no qualitative change.
But it was obviously different just now.
"I've already said it before, your internal energy and my internal energy are two completely different things... Don't get distracted."
The voice of the exiled swordsman came from the stone sword in his hand.
The stone sword in his hand was like an intelligent amplifier, which could transform and sublimate the internal energy he input, so that he could release the energy in the air in a way that Qiao Mu did not understand, and the sword light whistled for dozens of meters... But this obviously also required the effort and cooperation of Jian Zexian.
"It's a pity that you and I are not truly of the same mind after all. We still need to get used to each other." Jian Zexian sighed:
"The Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique only has the power of one strike. If it fails, you will die. If it is not practiced, it will also be a dead end."
He and Qiao Mu, each holding a sword, waited for Elder Qingzhuo to come at the city gate tower, so it was certainly not a waste of time.
They have been gathering strength, putting aside distractions, and waiting for an opportunity.
But it's not enough at this point.
While the two were talking, the howling gale suddenly roared violently, swallowing up the sword light in an instant, and swept the tall tree standing on the city gate tower into the storm, sending it flying backwards.
The wind is as sharp as a knife.
Without the tall trees standing on the city gate tower, the already dilapidated and worn-out city gate tower was quickly swallowed up by the storm. The brick and stone walls were torn open by the strong wind, and then collapsed with a loud bang, and the earth and rocks disintegrated.
The city wall collapsed! The city gate tower also collapsed!
The earth, rocks and rubble were blown back into the wind by the strong wind and into the dim sky.
Captain Hai and others in the earthen fort outside the city couldn't help feeling sad.
This earth fort was hidden in a secluded location, covered by sand dunes, and Taoist Qingzhuo's attention was only on the empty city. He didn't seem to notice them, so they were safe for the time being.
But at this moment, they felt sad in their hearts.
They have defended this city for forty years, from a 100,000-man army to 300 veteran soldiers. For forty years, generations of soldiers have fought life and death to defend the city, and the city has never been lost.
But today, as soon as the elders of the Immortal Sect arrived, the city wall that they had guarded for forty years was immediately swallowed up by the storm easily. However, they also knew that they were powerless to stop it.
"Although I knew that we were no match for the aliens, the gap is still huge..."
"And how can that old man Qiao stop him..." Captain Hai sighed.
They knew that the great monks in the immortal sect could turn the fertile soil of Zhongzhou into hundreds of miles of yellow sand, which was a divine power that was difficult for mortals to imagine. However, they did not know that a mere elder of the Da Dao Sect could directly use magic to create a sandstorm and destroy the city.
Over the past forty years, their lives and deaths have actually been hanging in the balance of the Immortal Sect, but the Immortal Sect has other uses for them and treats this isolated city as a stage for their performance.
Now, this stage is about to collapse.
Once the city wall collapsed, the city behind it was exposed in the yellow sand.
The raging storm blew away the smoke from cooking fires, and the yellow sand collapsed the houses on both sides of the street. It was like a dim yellow gluttonous beast, swallowing everything into its belly, leaving only rubble on the ground.
Taoist Qingzhuo was looking for the surviving residents of the city. He thought these people were hiding somewhere in the city, so he thought of destroying the city.
Hai Duwei and other old soldiers in the past were not natives of this city, but they were trapped here for half their lives, guarding the city from their youth to their old age. Every street in the lonely city has left traces of these old soldiers.
But now all the footprints and memories have disappeared in the yellow sand, and the only thing left in sight is the old Taoist standing in the whistling wind.
"Yeah, it can't be stopped." Qiao Xiaoming beside him suddenly spoke up and said faintly:
"But we have to stop it even if we can't."
"Isn't this how we have lived for the past forty years?"
Qiao Xiaoming is Qiao Mu, and what he speaks is Qiao Mu's words, so at the same time, Qiao Mu also stood up from the wind and sand.
He stood up from the rubble, stone sword in hand.
At this moment, there were dozens or even hundreds of bloodstains on his body, and the wounds were covered with a thin layer of yellow sand. He looked dusty and miserable.
"The demon disintegrates."
The energy that penetrated his body turned into blood color. At this moment, Qiao Mu's whole body was filled with hundreds of years of internal energy.
Under normal circumstances, Qiao Mu already has internal energy of more than a hundred years. This is a level of internal energy that an ordinary martial artist would never be able to develop in his entire life, and it is also the pure "Pure Yang Wuji Gong".
As the demon disintegrated, new strength surged out from his limbs and bones, increasing several times.
The blood-red aura swirling around his body seemed to make the wind and sand retreat. Qiao Mu held the stone sword in his hand, and the blood-red aura on the tip of the sword was as hot as the sun.
As the long sword was swung, the yellow sand in front of him cleared instantly, allowing Qiao Mu to see clearly the Taoist priest Qingzhuo in the whistling wind.
He charged in silence, facing the direction where the storm was coming from.
"The struggle of mortals..." Taoist Qingzhuo did not pay much attention to it:
"In the past forty years, there have been quite a few mortals who have tried to stop a chariot with their arms, but they are all dead. How noble do you think you are?"
"All human beings do is seek fame and fortune. To be granted a title of nobility or a position of prime minister is to seek benefits during one's lifetime, and to be enshrined in the imperial temple after death is to seek fame after death."
"The so-called accomplishment of the king's affairs and gaining a good reputation during one's lifetime and after one's death... sounds extraordinary, but that's all there is to it. That's all you can achieve."
He not only wants to destroy the body of the mortal in front of him, but also his mind and will, so that Jian Zexian can see how insignificant his resistance is and that immortality is the great way. Only in this way can he hope to break the stubborn Jian Zexian.
A strong wind swept through, and this time his attack was not limited to this isolated city. Even the forest of steles on the side of the city wall where a hundred thousand soldiers were buried was swept into it, and one stone steles after another were swept into the air.
"We are nameless in life, and we are nameless after death... Mortals are born in the morning and die in the evening, just like mayflies, and their struggles are useless."
"The demise of this city will be silent. The outside world of Kyushu will not even know that you still exist, and now you have reached the end."
"Whether you are brave or not, whether you are a hero or not, you will eventually turn into a pile of yellow earth, destined to decay... You cannot live forever, and will eventually become an ant or a mayfly."
As Taoist Qingzhuo activated his magic, his voice was like the sound of a huge bell, penetrating through the mighty wind and resounding in Qiao Mu's heart.
He saw Qiao Mu running in the strong wind with a stone sword in his hand, struggling to move forward in this deserted city.
Just hearing the words of Taoist Qingzhuo, whose voice was as loud as a bronze bell, the man and the sword sneered at the same time.
"Unknown? Why should I be famous in history?" The exiled sword immortal was laughing. The stone sword became brighter and brighter at this moment. The light flowed and the sword light became higher and higher.