But Qiao Mu frowned. He didn't feel any reality on his sword, as if he had hit a ball of air or a cloud
Looking closely again, the Fierce Cloud Tiger that was split into two halves did not change its pounce or bite movements, but its whole body was shaking in the wind, as if it had turned into a ball of red cloud and was blowing towards him.
In a flash.
A tiger and a man collided in the air. The huge body of the Lieyun Tiger, which was split in half, burst into flames and penetrated into Qiao Mu's body and passed through him.
At the moment when it passed through his body, Qiao Mu did not feel any touch, he just felt as if he had hit a ball of hot flame.
His skin and flesh were all ablaze with red flames, and his entire body was enveloped in fire. His figure fell down into the woods, raising a circle of smoke and dust.
When he stood up again with the Qin King Sword in his hand, his whole body had been burned beyond recognition by the red flames, especially his right foot, which had lost a section and the ankle bone was exposed.
"Immortal cultivators really have many tricks... I'll definitely be able to use them next time."
Qiumu took a deep breath and felt a burning pain in his lungs.
At this moment, the aroma of meat was emanating from his body, and the monsters around him were swarming over.
He only had one leg left, and he kept waving the Qin Wang Sword in his hand. All the energy in his body burst out without reservation, constantly cutting and tearing apart the monsters that pounced on him and bit him.
At this time, the sound of wind was heard behind him, and Wuchang turned into a shadow and rushed over.
"My, my, my..."
She slapped a giant silver-haired wolf away with one slap, grinning at all the beasts, with a head of fluffy golden hair exploding behind her head, and kept slapping away the monsters that were biting Qiao Mu.
Behind her, Li Changshi, who was holding up the Stone City, and the heroes of Southwest Province had also arrived.
More than ten out of the hundred martial artists died. The casualties were not too high not because of their great strength, but because Qiao Mu killed too quickly and almost killed all the hundred monsters raised by the immortal sect.
However, at this moment, he was already at the end of his strength, with internal and external injuries on his body, and his movements were getting slower and slower.
When he led the crowd from the top of Xishan Mountain to Xishan Village halfway up the mountain, there were no more monsters blocking their way and the road ahead was clear.
"Li Changshi." Qiao Mu suddenly turned around and called Li Changshi who was following him. His eyelids could hardly open and his body was crooked.
"Mr. Qiao?" Li Changshi and the other martial artists all thought that Qiao Mu was dying and was about to give his last words. At this moment, they could only sigh in their hearts.
"These monsters are all very nourishing. Remember to collect them all and don't waste them."
After Qiao Mu said this, he closed his eyes and died.
Li Changshi blinked.
He couldn't count how many members of the Qiao family had died in front of their old soldiers, but he still admired their grace before death.
His performance was okay, but the other martial artists were all speechless.
Wuchang caught Qiaomu's falling body. There was no expression on her face. She buried her face in Qiaomu's back, and tears of emotion flowed uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth.
..
This death rating: B- (the rating is seven-tenths rare, tender but not burnt, just the right amount of cooking. Points were deducted for retaining the defense.)
Lifespan lost upon death: 50 (5*10) years
Remaining revives this week: 4/5
Current age: 675
Qi and blood: 90%
Skills: Slightly
"Fifty years? Not bad." Qiao Mu said expressionlessly.
He vaguely remembered that he came to this Southwestern State with the intention of taking a vacation, intending to take a good rest after three hundred years in the palace... But now he is here again
"Speaking of which, next time I'll give you an enema before you roast me, can that improve your death rating?"
Qiumu thought seriously for two seconds.
With a thought, the surrounding environment turned into the Xishan battlefield just now.
Qiao Mu stood in the clouds, looking at himself in his memory, standing in the air with the Eight Steps of Heavenly Dragon, holding the Qin King Sword and slashing at the Fierce Cloud Tiger.
The memory of a second-grade spirit-refining warrior is already extremely strong, and he can remember everything he sees. However, Qiao Mu, who has reached the super-grade level, is even stronger.
As his mind moved, the memories before his death reappeared in his dream.
He was a little curious about this Fierce Cloud Tiger.
At this moment, the dream world seemed to have pressed the slow-motion play button, and the Fierce Cloud Tiger's instantaneous pounce and bite slowed down three or four times, allowing Qiao Mu to see the details clearly.
From the Qin Wang Sword splitting the body of Lie Yunhu, to the Lie Yunhu's body changing and turning into a giant flaming tiger passing through his body, to Qiao Mu falling with his whole body burning.
The entire process was actually all in Qiao Mu's memory, but the fight between the two sides only lasted for a moment, leaving him no time to think.
But in his dream, he was able to recall this moment over and over again, replaying it over and over again.
"It seems to have turned into gas? Atomized? Is this the magical ability of this Fiery Cloud Tiger?"
The picture continued to play, and finally stopped at the moment when Qiao Mu's body was burning and falling towards the forest below.
In the corner of Qiao Mu's eye, he could vaguely see that the Fierce Cloud Tiger had returned to its original appearance, but its expression was a little listless.
"My sword was not in vain. It seems that it was also injured to some extent, but not deeply."
"Ordinary slashes are unlikely to injure this demon tiger, so I'll have to resort to other methods next time."
If he didn't have the ability to review events in a dream, the brief period of weakness that the Lieyunhu experienced after its recovery would have been buried deep in Qiao Mu's memory.
But in the dream, Qiao Mu was a very bored idler.
He had a long period of fifty years to review the battle and think of ways to deal with Lieyunhu.
He has...too much time!
If you don't find more things to do, you will be so bored that you will vomit!
So before rushing towards the herd of beasts, Qiao Mu took a break from his busy schedule and skimmed through the first half of "A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" with quantum speed reading.
With the martial arts experience of the Gun Saint and the routine internal energy training of "The Humanity Sutra" and "Pure Yang Wuji Gong", he still had something to do in the next fifty years.
"Oh, there's one more thing."
"Li Changge's "Military Martial Classic" and "Military Spiritual Secret" may be worth studying and continuing to deduce."
... .
"This humanoid half-demon is finally dead." Taoist Yushan frowned in mid-air and looked at the Xishan battlefield below.
Hundreds of spirit beasts died in the battle. This loss was a bit of a headache even for a disciple of the sect like him.
In the era of declining spiritual energy, the monsters in the Ten Thousand Mountains are also degenerating.
To be precise, the degeneration of the demon race is more serious than that of the immortal cultivators.
After all, immortal cultivators have found a way to maintain their cultivation in an era of declining spiritual energy, and can even reach the stage of transformation of the spirit.
As for the demon clan... the last demon king in the Ten Thousand Mountains had died in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Rebellion, which was an internal struggle among the immortal sects.
In this day and age, the upper limit of monsters that rely on refining spiritual energy from heaven and earth will only become lower, and it is almost impossible for a new monster king to be born.
"That alien demon cat is not bad. It is also a good thing to exchange a hundred spirit beasts for this one alien."
Taoist Yushan nodded secretly.
There are three kinds of creatures in this world that can refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
The first category is the ancient gods and demons.
The second category is monsters and demons. They are born with the ability to refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. As the spiritual energy is refined, they can grow stronger, thus showing a phenomenon of atavism.
The cultivation of the demon race is actually a path to returning to their ancestors.
The older, the more powerful it is, and the more powerful, the closer it is to antiquity.
As the demon race becomes stronger, the bloodline power will continue to revive, and eventually tend to become the demon king of each race, or even the ancestor of the race.
The third category is the immortal cultivators.
The way to immortality is a path to absorb and refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth through acquired practice. Therefore, as the way to immortality gradually prospered and various techniques became more and more numerous, the demon race was naturally suppressed and became the overlord of this world.
"It's just that in this era, no new demon king can be born... But if it is a demon king of a different species..."
Yushan narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze firmly on Wuchang.
There are a small number of alien species among the demon race. They are rare species among the billions of demon races. They are monsters born in extreme environments.
The flaming snakes born from the magma lake in the center of the earth, the poisonous beasts living in the miasma swamps of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and the divine bird born on the sun, the Great Sun Golden Crow...
These creatures feed on magma, miasma, poisonous gas, deathly air, and even the fire of the scorching sun. They are the outliers among all monsters.
In an era when spiritual energy was thin, all the demons that fed on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth degenerated. Not only could they not return to their ancestors, even a demon king could not be born.
These alien species may not be the case.
They do not rely on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as their staple food, so they are less affected than the monsters.
Of course, whether in ancient times or now, the number of such species is extremely small.
In front of Yushan, there is a giant demon that has cultivated to the point of transforming into a human...
"It is extremely difficult to grow up by absorbing the dead energy."
"I don't know how many sins this beast must have committed to cultivate to this level. If we can convert it into my immortal sect, it will be a great deed."
"Brother, what is this deathly aura? I don't see anything?" asked a cultivator beside him.
"Death energy is invisible and intangible." Yushan explained:
"The so-called death energy does not refer to the stench of a dead body, but the death omen of fate."
"The fellow Taoists of the Southeast Province Yanshen Dao often say that when a person is near death, his face will have a deathly look and his forehead will turn black. That's what it means."
"So, the stronger one is, the closer he is to death, the more tragic his death will be, the heavier his death aura will be, and the more obvious the omen of death will be."
“Only living people have signs of death. When a living person dies, the death energy will turn from its peak to its lowest in an instant.”
"So this kind of alien species that can smell death often appears in front of dying people. That's why they are called beasts that herald death and messengers from the underworld."
"The people in Xishan Village are all zombies. They have long been dead, but they are not pure corpses, so there is a trace of death left."
Hayama explained:
"Only in a chaotic world where human life is worthless can a great demon that absorbs death energy be born..."
"The day this monster is born will be a sign of great disaster for the world!"
The other two monks looked at Wu Chang and nodded:
"Brother is right. It is indeed a bad omen."
"In troubled times, there must be evildoers. This monster was born because of this. I'm sure it has killed countless people."
While chatting, Yushan slowly descended from the sky, preparing to seize the opportunity to subdue the transformed monster.
But Wuchang seemed to be aware of something, and suddenly turned his head and looked towards a small building at the entrance of Xishan Village.
At this moment.
The wooden door of the small building creaked open, and a white-haired man pushed the door open and walked out.
Wuchang’s eyes suddenly widened.
The moment when death is at its most intense is right before death.
But after death, the death energy will dissipate in a short time.
The tree, which is both dead and alive, and repeatedly cycles between the two states, is like walking catnip for Wuchang...
She instantly turned into a shadow and flew over, tears of emotion leaking out from the corners of her mouth again. Her eyes were filled with water, and her eyes gradually lost focus. Her face was full of wisdom, and a cloud of white steam quickly evaporated from her head.
"Hmm?" Yushan paused in his downward flight and asked in confusion:
"I can't see the death aura either... But judging from the reaction of this evildoer, the death aura of this white-haired man is also extremely strong?"
Chapter 293: A Plan for the Universe (5k
In mid-air, Yunxiao Sect Taoist Yushan looked down at Qiao Mu who pushed the door open and fell into deep thought:
"This person was approached by the demon cat, and it is obvious that his death is imminent. I just don't know... whether his death will be caused by me."
Qiao Mu's appearance was very strange.