Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

"What's more, there is a foreign spoiler."

"Foreign? I was lucky to find that lonely city. There have been occasional cases like this in the past 40 years."

"It's not luck, it seems to come in with a boundary-breaking talisman."

"Boundary breaking talisman? That's no wonder." The Taoist smiled slightly:

"There are people who come and go here, and there are people who come in but never come out. It would be a good thing if some foreign warriors can renew the fighting spirit of this old soldier in this lonely city."

"Forty years ago, there were 40 sergeants, but now there are only [-] veterans."

"If the fighting spirit is exhausted, all previous efforts will be wasted."

Dao Shun nodded slightly:

"I heard that at the foot of the Taoist temple of Xuantianzong in Nanzhou, there is also a small town for believers and pilgrims to live in."

"It is said that the world is full of suffering and famine, and there is Qingming Town, a place where believers can have enough food. Comparing the two in the hearts of believers, there will naturally be a steady stream of pure incense and fire power."

"And my Daozong's hundred-mile soul-detaining array is much more hand-crafted than that of Xuantianzong."

For the immortal monks, the mortals of Kyushu are the cattle and sheep that provide them with incense and vows.

At first they only knew how to make mortals worship piously, but as the monks of Xianmen deepened their understanding of the way of incense and fire, they played more and more tricks.

Mortals with tenacious minds and strong souls are more precious resources for immortal monks than ordinary mortal believers.

So Nanzhou has Qingming Town at the foot of the Qingming Mountains, and Zhongzhou has the Great Desperate Soul Formation in the desert.

"Brother Dao Shun, this time I'm willing to gamble and admit defeat. All this talk is just an excuse."

Dao Shun frowned, and threw out a storage bag at his waist, which was held in another Taoist's hand.

With a move of consciousness, the latter glanced at the spirit stones in the storage bag, and was satisfied.

"Brother Dao Shun, don't be discouraged."

"My Dao Sect's sect's method of refining Dao soldiers is more subtle than other immortal sects. It is naturally broad and profound, and it is difficult to master it."

"Brother still needs a lot of practice..."

.............

Before the lonely city.

Qiao Mu sat on the ground and simply wrapped the wound with a bandage.

These bandages, wound medicines, and even dry food and water bags were all prepared by the female general at Anxi Pass, obviously military supplies.

This made the old soldiers who were silently observing Qiao Mu in the distance a little excited.

The veterans who had walked out of the isolated city were walking towards Qiao Mu at this time, and the veteran in the lead bowed his hands to Qiao Mu and saluted, thanking him for his helping hand just now.

The leading veteran took off his helmet at this time, revealing a weather-beaten face.

There are many cut marks on the armor on his body, and it is severely worn.The skin on the face is bronze, the body is slightly thin, the white hair is already gray, only a pair of old eyes are still bright, looking up and down the tree.

In his eyes, Qiao Mu, who is over a hundred years old, is older than these old soldiers, but he is brave and fearless when fighting. He is not wearing armor or uniform, but his hands are perfect. The perfect Great Yan military spear technique.

This made him very confused about Qiao Mu's identity.

Calling him a veteran is too old.

Say he is not, but the perfect military spear technique is really unforgettable.

"We are the remnants of a hundred thousand soldiers who accompanied the generals to conquer aliens in the past." The veteran sighed slightly:

"The ones just now are paper soldiers manipulated by immortal cultivators from the Xianmen."

"In recent years, Yiren has seldom played, and will only hide behind the scenes and play some magic tricks."

"Since the two of you are citizens of Dayan, and you are guests, follow me into the city."

The veteran said that he would take him into the city, but he unconsciously glanced at Qiao Mu. After several times he hesitated to speak, he still couldn't help asking:

"Dare to ask this old man, but he is a sergeant of Dayan?" The veteran asked the first question.

"... used to be." Qiao Mu thought for a while and replied.

He also joined the army in Yancheng in the past, although he didn't last long, he can be regarded as a sergeant of Dayan.

This answer made the veteran's eyes dim slightly.

He originally wanted to ask in his heart, whether this brave foreign veteran was the vanguard of the Great Yan reinforcements...but now he couldn't ask.

"May I ask the current Emperor Dayan, does he still miss the soldiers and civilians guarding this city?" the veteran asked again.

Qiao Mu was speechless for a moment.

As a result, the surrounding old soldiers also fell silent, and no one spoke anymore, but continued to bandage the wounds and collect the remains of the dead comrades.