Not long.
The communication jade talisman in his hand flickered again, and the response from the immortal of the Da Dao Sect had arrived.
The King of Qin held the jade talisman in his hand, looked down, and suddenly his expression was stunned.
The instructions from the Immortal Master of the Da Dao Sect have arrived, and it is a very simple sentence.
Lock down the city and kill people.
"The immortal from the Da Dao Sect is still the one who sees things more clearly." King Qin seemed to be thinking about something.
The dead cannot speak, so killing them is the simplest and most direct way to silence them.
At first, the King of Qin tried to find excuses to explain himself, relying on the reputation he had accumulated over these days to try to convince the people to believe in him.
Now it dawned on him... there was no need to do this.
He looked at the huge crowd at Caishikou below the execution ground.
Among these people, there are disaster victims who migrated from all over Zhongzhou, and there are also martial artists who came here for the reputation of King Qin... but none of this matters.
The King of Qin turned around.
Behind him, twenty tall and burly generals as strong as iron towers had gathered and were waiting.
These people were all warriors of the third rank of the Zhongzhou Spiritual Refining...
With such a big name as the King of Qin, the Martial Arts Alliance expanded rapidly and attracted many warriors to join.
"Well now... if other members of the Qiao family don't show up, then this matter will end here." King Qin waved his hand and gave an order, his eyes sweeping coldly across the entire Caishikou.
He was still thinking about the Qiao family members who had killed him, and tried to find out their existence.
Twenty tall and burly generals approached step by step. Their footsteps were dull and loud. Every time they stepped on the ground, the street shook slightly. There was a sense of oppression as heavy as a mountain.
Mortal warriors are unable to defeat these spiritual warriors who have transformed into Taoist soldiers, because they are warrior butchers specially created by the immortal sects.
Even if a first-level soul cultivator could use methods such as "eye sword technique" to attack his mind, he would be unable to defeat this invulnerable body made of immortal materials.
"Since you have chosen to trust the King of Qin, you must pay the price for your choice."
“If we had determined earlier that something was wrong with the King of Qin and escaped earlier, perhaps we could have still gotten away with it…” Li Gongde and Xing Xuanshi stood in the dark, watching this scene.
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I opened my eyes and was dreaming again.
At this time, Qiao Mu was still at the execution ground, but there was no one around him, as if he was the only one left in the whole world.
Two lines of words slowly floated down from the sky.
Victory and defeat are common in war.
Hero, please start over again
As Qiao Mu's mind moved, the two lines of words disappeared without a trace.
"How many years will I be sentenced to this time?"
Qiumu was a little nervous and couldn't help rubbing his hands.
Killing Daoxu felt good for a moment, because he enjoyed it.
But if he had a choice, he certainly wouldn't want to go to jail, after all, he has a long life ahead of him.
However, since the fact that he killed Daoxu and beheaded Tielang has been exposed to the world today, I think the evaluation of his death will not be low.
People are always hypocritical and contradictory. At one moment, they want to show off their pride, but at another moment, after their physical body dies and they fall into a dream, they can't help but feel a little regretful.
With a thought, his consciousness sank into the Ouroboros Immortality Lock in the sea of his heart, and a stream of information immediately poured into his mind.
This death rating: A (based on Wu Fa Xian)
Lifespan consumed by death: 80 (16*5) years (80 years remaining)
Remaining resurrections this week: 3/5
Current age: 215
Qi and blood: 19%
Skills: Slightly
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80 years
Qiao Mu looked up at the sky and his face turned green.
Although his actual age is 215 years old, if we don't count the memory of practicing martial arts in his dreams, the combined age of his past and present lives is only about 20 years old.
And 80 years
This is basically equivalent to a mortal's lifetime from birth to death... and many people don't even live to be eighty years old.
"Is this the price of immortality?" Qiao Mu felt the Ouroboros Immortality Lock in his heart and looked at the four words "immortality" on the lock, feeling a little confused for a moment.
Although I had experienced five years in my dreams twice before, the gap between five years and eighty years was as huge as the gap between a weekend and summer vacation.
When he entered the dream, he was still a young man in his 20s, but after spending eighty years awake in the dream, he had become a real centenarian.
"When I wake up from this dream, my physical age will be 295 years old."
This number made Qiumu silent again.
The ancient feudal dynasties in history lasted less than three hundred years from their establishment to their fall.
This means that Qiumu’s age is comparable to that of a dynasty.
"Which bastard cultivator was secretly plotting against me? He made me get an A rating? When I'm resurrected, I'm going to find him out. I'm going to expose his true identity and give him a slap in the face."
Qiumu took a deep breath.
He is a bit conflicted, wanting to show off, but also not wanting to get high ratings which would result in him going to jail in his dreams... But this is already an established fact.
In addition to the eighty years of dreaming that stood in Qiao Mu's way, there was actually another difficulty.
Decline of Qi and blood.
The Mount Xumi King Sutra is a method of opening up the source of Qi and blood. It is Hai Wuya's attempt to solve the problem of the decline of Qi and blood in old age.
After practicing the Mount Sumeru King Sutra, the percentage of Qi and blood on Qiao Mu's panel kept dropping, but it was just for show. In fact, with the progress of the Mount Sumeru King Sutra, Qiao Mu's Qi and blood maintained a dynamic balance, which slowly increased with age.
At the age of 215, Qi and blood had declined to 19%. This was due to the influence of Qiao Mu's practice of the Changsheng Boxing Sutra, which had a complete strength training chapter.
If there really exists an "ordinary person" who is 215 years old and has never practiced martial arts in this world, his qi and blood would have probably dropped to less than 10% of that of a young and middle-aged person. This means that his vital signs are far weaker than those of ordinary people, and standing and walking would probably be a huge problem.
"Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" and the complete "Eternal Life Fist Sutra"... Maybe we should try to see if these two different techniques can be practiced at the same time, or even... combined into one.
Eighty years is a very long time, and Qiao Mu is trying his best to find something to do for himself.
Chapter 245 A Dream Life (7000
Many years ago, when Qiao Mu was still in Yancheng, he once heard Qiao Canxue talk about the glorious history of Heyang Qiao Changsheng Fist.
It is said that if this martial art is practiced to a high level, it can keep one’s skills strong even in old age. A hundred years ago, there was a master who was over a hundred years old but still remained strong. Because of this, he was summoned into the palace by the Emperor of Dayan at that time and became very famous.
The effect of "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" is an alternative "aging without fading" - the appearance of the tree is obviously aged, with loose skin and dense wrinkles. It looks like a very old man, but the qi and blood can still keep rising slowly.
If time is viewed as a river that never stops flowing, then the "Sumeru King Sutra" is going against the current, very slowly, but still moving forward.
The "Eternal Life Boxing Sutra" is about merging with the flow of water, trying its best to maintain qi and blood from being lost, and essence from being leaked. There is no obvious sign of aging in appearance, until the last moment when Mrs. Wu's body is about to expire, when the breath dissipates, the true appearance of aging is revealed.
"What will happen if the two practice together?"
Qiao Mu's mind moved, and a copy of "The Book of Immortality Fist" suddenly appeared in his hand.
At this moment, he had just fallen asleep and was in good spirits. He temporarily put aside the events of the dream of eighty years ago and focused only on the "Eternal Life Fist Sutra" in front of him.
His attention was focused on the pages of the book, and he spent a full half day reading it.
In half a day, he finished reading the entire chapter on refining the spirit, and all its contents were deeply engraved in his mind.
At this point, he suddenly realized something.
"How come I was so engrossed in watching this that half a day passed in a flash?"
It's not like he hasn't had lucid dreams before, but the total length of those two times was only five years, and his death rating was in the C-level category.
According to his inference... .the higher the death evaluation, the longer the dream lasts, which means that he will enter a deeper dream, so the speed of time in the dream is slower than that in the outside world... ..
But high-quality death in the past did not simply mean more years of physical aging, it also meant higher time efficiency.
If he was at level C, he could concentrate on practicing two or three martial arts for a few years at most.
Then the high-quality deaths of A-level and S-level are achieved by practicing seven or eight kinds of more than a dozen martial arts at the same time over several decades, which can be called a master of time management.
This time, it was the first time that Qiao Mu reached A-level death after entering the second level and realizing that he was in a dream.
He soon noticed something was wrong.
"In a deep A-level dream, it is easier than ever to immerse yourself in martial arts training and reading? This is called time management?"
In order to verify this idea, Qiao Mu tried to perform several sets of Changsheng Fist in his dream.
At the same time, the scenes in the dream world change as you wish, and the sun rises in the east.
When Qiao Mu came to his senses again, he looked up at the sky and saw that the moon was dim and the stars were sparse. It was already late at night.
"It's true." Qiao Mu suddenly realized.
Both Taoism and Buddhism have the concepts of entering into tranquility and concentration, and there is also a similar concept in the past and present called flow.
Flow refers to a state of high concentration, in which a person is completely immersed in doing something, temporarily forgetting external interference and even the passage of time.
"If that's true, then isn't this eighty years of A-level death more efficient than my two hundred years of training in the outside world?"
This thought flashed through Qiao Mu’s mind.
No matter how highly focused he is, the length of time he experiences will not change at all. Eighty years is eighty years, not a minute or a second less.
He forced himself to put this question aside and continued to focus on practicing the spirit-refining chapter of the Changsheng Fist Sutra.
At this time, Qiao Mu's experience and knowledge in martial arts were no longer comparable to that of ordinary warriors. At the age of 215, he had practiced many types of martial arts, and had mastered them all to the point of perfection and no room for improvement.
Although the 215-year-old Qiao Mu's talent is only average, in terms of vision and experience, he has long been a well-deserved martial arts master, and he has already practiced the strength training part of the Changsheng Fist to perfection.
Now, reading the second half of the Soul Refining Chapter comes naturally and there is no bottleneck at all.
In two or three days, he had already mastered the basics of the Soul Refining Chapter. However, two or three days later, when the sun rose again, Qiao Mu, who was practicing boxing in the morning sun, suddenly vomited blood and withdrew from his high concentration.
His body suddenly trembled, and the powerful internal energy in his body flowed backwards, causing his qi and blood to surge up and down. The blood vessels in his body rushed at a high speed, and the blood vessels in his arms were ruptured, and blood oozed out of the pores all over his body.
The temperature of the upper body rose rapidly as if it was on fire, but the lower body felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave. His legs were numb and he could hardly feel the existence of his lower limbs... It was obvious that something big had happened inside Qiumu's body.
Qiao Mu was actually quite familiar with this state. It was the result of practicing martial arts in a distorted way, commonly known as going astray.
The "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" was originally imperfect. It was first created by Hai Wuya and then perfected by Qiao Mu.
When Qiao Mu only practiced the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" and the Changsheng Fist's strength training chapter, he did not notice any obvious conflict in the exercises, but as soon as he started practicing the "Spirit Training Chapter", he immediately realized that something was wrong.
"You can't have your cake and eat it too... These are two completely different 'old but not declining' martial arts techniques. There are indeed differences. It's difficult to practice them together."
If Qiao Mu was an ordinary warrior, he would basically have given up at this point.
He had just started practicing the Spirit Refining Chapter but had already gone astray. Although he was not dead, his internal body was obviously injured. How could he continue practicing like this
"But adults don't make choices... Of course I want them all!"
Just be possessed, and die first.
He would not die in the dream. He had tried it before. Even if he committed suicide a thousand times, he could not leave the dream. So Qiao Mu could practice as hard as he could. Even if he exploded from practicing martial arts, he would be back to normal in the next second.
With a thought, his mind sank into the Ouroboros Immortality Lock, and a piece of information emerged.
Qi and blood: 20%
"Did it really increase by one percent?" Qiumu thought thoughtfully.
Since the current Soul-Refining Chapter of the Changsheng Fist can really allow him to continue to improve his Qi and blood, it means that this path should be feasible. It just has the risk of going astray and becoming paralyzed.
Sprinkle some water.
Qiao Mu tried to stand up by supporting himself with his hands, but his feet were numb and he temporarily lost consciousness, so he couldn't stand up for a while.
"What a hassle..." He pointed a finger at his own temple, piercing it and bleeding profusely.