aircannonsinc Chapter 450
Chapter 450
The wind was blowing.
At this moment, there is no sound of rustling leaves, no sound of Thousand Soul Flags hunting, no sound of martial arts masters fighting with their fists and feet, and strong wind surging.
The forest before had turned to dust in the fierce battle, and now there was only a mess and a few corpses left.
Wu Qizheng and Wu Jing stared at this scene in a daze, not yet recovering from the drastic changes just now.
"Is this the end of the matter? Are Wu Shengren, the Qiao family, and the strongest martial arts masters in the past all dead?" Wu Qizheng stood there in a daze.
The person next to him looked very similar to him, just like the martial mirror of the person in the mirror, and the focus was on Qiao Mu's body.
"What is he doing?" Wu Jing frowned:
"I obviously won with the skill of cutting the sky and drawing the sword, and I also learned the skill of eating the sky and swallowing the sky. Why did I not move when I reached the final kick?"
Wu Jing could naturally see that although the previous tree was on the verge of exhaustion, there was actually a chance.
Now that you have mastered the "Taotie Devouring Heaven Technique", there is an excellent recovery method.
As long as he is like a martial saint, stepping forward with a victor's attitude and swallowing up all the flesh and blood of the strongest martial artists of the previous generation...
Then he won't die, and as long as he can get through this level, his martial arts may reach an incredible level.
And a "Martial Saint" named Qiao will appear in the world.
"Don't you understand yet? Wu Jing." Wu Qizheng next to him shook his head:
"You tortured me before, but you were actually tortured by yourself who was in the hands of the Martial Saint, right?"
"And this senior Qiao has actually made his choice."
"Wu Shengren has Wu Shengren's script, but the Qiao family has the ideas of the Qiao family." Wu Qizheng's eyes were deep and he said calmly:
"He gave up the opportunity to become a martial saint and did not intend to repeat the ten years of sword debate thirty years ago and continue this disaster."
Wu Jing was silent for a moment, but felt a little inexplicable pity.
Just this time.
A faint sigh came from the index finger peak.
"You are right, it is indeed a pity."
Wu Qizheng and Wu Jing were immediately horrified, and immediately looked at Wu Shengren's body that was almost cut in half.
"This old ghost Wu Shengren is really pretending to be dead..."
However, this was once again beyond their expectations. There was no obvious movement from Wu Shengren's body, but the one who made the sound was an old monk behind him.
This old monk has a majestic appearance but a skinny figure. He doesn't look amazing, but his injuries are the least serious.
The sword light from the Zhantian Sword Technique left a terrifying sword wound about one meter long and bone-deep on his body, but it did not cut him in half like the others.
After seeing the old monk's appearance clearly, Wu Jing fell silent again:
"Could it be that... Wu Shengren and the Qiao family are all dead, and this old monk is the one who has the last laugh?"
"This is not some unknown old monk..." Wu Qizheng shook his head.
Although he could not recognize the faces of these strongest men, as someone who deliberately tried to kill the martial saint, he had actually studied the deeds of the strongest martial arts masters in previous generations.
Just like the old monk who looks skinny and unspectacular in front of me.
Forty years ago, he was actually a Shaolin monk who was famous in the martial arts world.
When this divine monk was young, he was a wanderer with a single-minded mind.
When I was young, I heard the ridiculous rumor from a Chaolou storyteller that "the most powerful monk in the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple is the sweeping monk", and my blood boiled for a moment...
Then he insisted on joining the Shaolin Temple, learned martial arts, and went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion every day. Then he caught the old monks sweeping the floor and insisted that there must be low-key peerless masters among them, and then beat them all up... ..
The old monks who were sweeping the floor had never seen such a battle. They were beaten so hard that they were bedridden for three months...
When the abbot heard the news, he was furious. He took up the responsibility of sweeping the old monks and locked him in the Sutra Pavilion to sweep the floors. The latter also knew that he was causing trouble and it was really shameful to punch the old monks. , so he readily agreed.
Then I gritted my teeth in my heart, and I must settle the score with the gang of talkative storytellers in Tingchao Tower.
This sweep is fifty years.
During the past fifty years, he not only swept the floor in the Sutra Pavilion, but also read books. He also served as a biological father to the old monks who were injured by him.
When he walked out of the Sutra Pavilion fifty years later, he was already on the Tingchao Tower martial arts list and became the "Sweeping Monk of the Sutra Pavilion" who was famous among storytellers in all over the world.
The Withered Leaf Divine Monk, single-handedly turned the rumors of the Sweeping Monk compiled by Tingchaolou Storyteller into a reality.
A generation of martial arts legend, well deserved.
He is proficient in the seventy-two Shaolin skills, and the one he is best at is the most difficult skill in Kyushu, the indestructible magic skill of the Vajra.
In the martial arts of the previous generation, the best swordsman in the world was an abandoned disciple of Wudang. His swordsmanship and internal skills were all inherited from the true tradition of Miao Hong Wudang. He was not only the best in the world, but also the pinnacle of martial arts in Kyushu.
And this divine monk was a top-notch martial artist from the Shaolin Temple of the previous generation, the pinnacle of Qi and Blood martial arts.
However, even this generation of martial arts legends who were famous in Kyushu had already died more than thirty years ago, and died in the hands of the martial saint together with other martial arts masters.
"Wu Jing, this withered leaf divine monk is not a nobody." Wu Qizheng said:
"Their names and deeds have long been forgotten by the world today, but this does not mean that they are weak or unknown. It is just that they were born in the wrong era."
"These super-class people in the martial arts world of the previous generation are all outstanding people of that era. They are the ten people with the highest qualifications, character, and martial arts achievements. If they were born in this era, they would definitely shine brightly."
"So if this monk with withered leaves who is proficient in the indestructible magic of Vajra survives to the end, then..."
Wu Qi was just saying this.
But he saw the monk with withered leaves walking step by step in front of Qiao Mu's body.
He looked solemn, put his hands together, and said lightly:
"The sword-cutting and sword-drawing technique is well-deserved."
"If there was the sword-cutting and sword-drawing technique of Jian Zexian more than 30 years ago, what would the martial saints look like after that day, perhaps it is still unknown?"
"There is no false person under a great reputation, and Mr. Qiao is worthy of the name of the Qiao family. 'Knowing the white and keeping the black', he is indeed extraordinary in character. He could become a martial saint but failed, and died sitting on the ground."
Wu Qi nodded secretly, but there was an indescribable weirdness in his heart.
He understood the truth.
But why did this old monk quote Tao Te Ching instead of Buddhist philosophy?
The old monk pondered for a moment and continued:
"It's just that the donor has his own persistence, and I have my own obsession."
"Since the donor doesn't want to become a martial saint..." At this point, the old monk's solemn face began to twist a little bit, gradually changing into a face that made Wu Qizhen and Wu Jing silent.
"Then I will accept your body with a smile."
The withered leaf monk took a step forward, and his fingers penetrated into the chest and abdomen of Qiao Mu's corpse, and the flesh and blood in the dry body began to wriggle constantly.
Wu Qizhen and Wu Jing looked at him from afar, and felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts....
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This death evaluation: B- (died of exhaustion after fighting against the former martial arts master)
Life loss after death: 500 (5*100) years
Number of resurrections remaining this week: 2/5
Current age: 5085 years old
“B-? The dream of immortality is not too long, but it’s not bad.”
On the index finger peak in the dream, Qiao Mu held the page of “Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill” in his hand, and was a little fascinated.
At the age of 5085, he has profound knowledge of martial arts, which is unmatched in Kyushu.
So he knows the wonderfulness of “Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill” in his hand.
Just like “Blood and Flesh Changes”, it is not only the wisdom of the founder, the Martial Saint, but also the perfection of Wu Qizhen.
This "Taotie Swallowing Heaven Art" is such a unique and extraordinary skill, it was not created out of thin air. In addition to the Martial Saint, it is also the wisdom of the 3,000 martial arts geniuses and 72 sages under his command.
Its predecessor "Martial Spiritual Xi Jue" was created by the Martial Saint.
If we continue to trace it back to the source, it is the "Lingxi Jue" in the hands of Li Changshi, the eleventh super-class warrior who died in the Baili Desert, a general of the former Great Yan Army.
By the time of "Taotie Swallowing Heaven Art", it has become a fairly complete Taotie martial arts.
The Martial Saint has gone very deep into the Taotie martial arts, so that this unique "Taotie Swallowing Heaven Art" is difficult for Qiao Mu, who is 5085 years old.
"People with different paths cannot work together."
"But it is okay to accumulate it in my arsenal and as a resource for martial arts."
Qiao Mu has also practiced "Martial Spiritual Xi Jue".
He knew that the essence of "Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Secret" and "Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill" was not to devour flesh and blood, but to cultivate the spirit.
The Martial Saint has been rampant until now, and the martial arts cultivation of the spirit is unprecedented.
But the complete "Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill" is not very valuable to Qiao Mu, and it is not suitable for direct practice.
In the martial arts world, there is a kind of martial arts that progresses very quickly and far exceeds ordinary skills. These are usually called "evil skills" and "demon skills".
Practitioners of evil skills have made rapid progress, but behind this extraordinary speed of progress, there are often huge hidden dangers and side effects.
The risk of going astray is often much higher.
And the price of Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill has already been placed in front of Qiao Mu.
Behind the rapidly expanding strength, a very high level of spiritual cultivation is needed to control it, otherwise there is a risk of losing the mind and losing control.
The Martial Saint relied on the "Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Secret" to cultivate his spirit and reach an unprecedented level. However, even so, in just two years since he created the "Taotie Swallowing Heaven Art", he has already reached this point.
But Qiao Mu is different.
He directly cheated, so his martial arts foundation is extremely solid, and there is no risk of going astray.
He was exhausted, not because of martial arts, but because he had dreamed of immortality for too long.
As long as he stopped committing suicide and started to practice Taoism in the world, this mental illness would naturally heal without medicine.
Therefore, Taotie Swallowing Heaven Art is not very valuable to him.
Now he is trying to do one thing in these five hundred years.
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That is to deduce and extract the true essence from "Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue" and "Taotie Swallowing Heaven Art".
In the dream, the rice paper was spread out, and Qiao Mu wrote five big characters.
"Taotie Refining God Method"
Iron sharpens iron, and spirit refines spirit!
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A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.
On the Index Finger Peak in the dream world.
Whoosh!
A sharp sonic boom sounded, and the Martial Saint shuttled through the wind, with trumpet-shaped sonic boom clouds gathering behind him.
"Hua Jin· Dou Zhuan Xing Yi!"
When approaching, Qiao Mu turned his waist with the wind, and his legs were like a battle axe, kicking the Martial Saint and knocking him away nearly a hundred meters.
"I succeeded in my dream." Qiao Mu stood with his fists closed, his face a little strange.
This Hua Jin Kungfu is not like playing with a controller in a game. As long as you press a block button within the reaction time, a sword can transform everything...
How can you resolve an attack that is difficult to parry?
In reality, Qiao Mu relied on the accumulation of five thousand years of true energy to deal with the Martial Saint's extreme speed, directly suppressing people with force, and evading monsters with full-screen AOE.
But now, hundreds of years later, he has succeeded in his dream.
"Success once is just a coincidence. Success a hundred times is considered to be a thorough understanding of the Martial Saint's moves."
Different from the Martial Saint who constantly adjusts and improves in battle.
Qiao Mu, who has a big cup, can spend a huge amount of time in his dreams, constantly studying the strategies of the Martial Saint.
Fighting thousands of times in his mind, calculating all the changes in moves, he will naturally win the battle.
Raise the one-point winning rate to 99% after constant practice in his mind.
When Qiao Mu walked out of the five-hundred-year dream, the extreme speed of the Supreme Transformation was within the range of Qiao Mu's transformation.
Of course, the premise is that the enemy has no hidden new tricks that have not been used, just like the Yingwu hidden in the heart of Genichirō.
In his spare time, Qiao Mu also read and studied the twelve sound wave martial arts given by Yan Taizu, as a dessert after dinner to relax his brain.
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When Qiao Mu, 5585 years old, walked out again after five hundred years of longevity dream.
Just saw the skinny old monk who turned into the face of the Martial Saint with his back to him, standing in front of Qiao Mu's previous body.
"Sure enough, another member of the Qiao family has arrived. You can never kill them all." The Martial Saint turned his back to him and did not look back.
"Just like the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect in this world, a young one was killed, and an old one came, and it was endless."
"Forty years ago, Yuanying Zhenren made a move, which could turn the fertile land of Zhongzhou into a hundred miles of desert. At that time, I thought it was a divine method." Wu Shengren said slowly:
"Who knew that there would be a master in the stage of transformation of spirit behind him."
"And behind the master, the real foundation of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect, in the small world of Dongtian, there may be an immortal ancestor above the stage of transformation of spirit."
"Endless."
"However, human ability has its limits, and human power will eventually be exhausted." Wu Shengren's voice was low:
"In the first half of my life, I was a first-rank military officer of Dayan, almost the highest position among officials, and achieved the ultimate of a minister."
"Later, I gave up my official position and devoted myself to martial arts. Although my martial arts reached the super level, it was difficult to make further progress."
Wu Qizheng's eyes fell on Wu Sheng, who looked like an old monk, and the other martial arts masters who were cut in half on the ground.
As he said, the martial arts of these previous generations of strongest people had just taken the first step to super-quality, and the second step of the qualitative change of internal strength was still unclear at the time. Only a few people such as Jian Zexian took this step.
This is the limitation of the times, not the limitation of their talents and abilities.
The Martial Saint, like the martial arts masters of the previous generation, is the top of the martial arts world, but is ultimately limited by the times, and his martial arts are high but limited.
In the previous generation, only Jian Zexian was extremely talented and surpassed the times at that time, but the Martial Saint was not.
The Martial Saint continued:
"Human power is limited. If you want to pursue power beyond the limit of human power, you will naturally have to pay an extra price."
"No matter how high your martial arts skills are, no matter how strong your character is, no matter how powerful you are, you are still a human being."
"Since you are a human being, you will be born, grow old, get sick, and die! As a human being, you will eventually have your limits. You can't be strong forever and make great progress forever." The Martial Saint, who looked like an old monk, turned his head, and his eyes on his wrinkled and thin face pointed directly at Qiao Mu's eyes like a blade:
"Under the heavens and in the world, there have never been immortals and gods. You and I are all mortals!"
"Mr. Qiao, tell me, will you grow old too?"
Qiao Mu kept silent.
He did not respond.
So the Martial Saint laughed loudly.
During the long laugh, the long gray beard on the face of the Martial Saint, who looked like an old monk, was blown up by the breeze, and he looked a bit old and tired.
During the laughter, Wu Qi couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his body began to tremble.
Although he has always aimed to kill the Martial Saint, as the son of the Martial Saint, this man has always been as vast and insurmountable as a mountain in his mind.
However, at this moment, he saw the Martial Saint's twilight and old age, which was different from the Martial Saint in his mind and imagination.
The Changsheng Fist locks the blood and qi, and the Human Dao Sutra accumulates soil into a mountain.
Martial legends such as Qiao Mu and the Martial Saint have already overcome the difficulty of "old age and weakness" through their own methods.
However, this level is not only in the body of the warrior, but also in the heart.
Who in the world can not grow old?
Yan Taizu was trapped in the palace for 300 years and only protected the foundation of the royal descendants. He was the pillar of the royal family, but not the pillar of the Great Yan.
And what about Qiao Mu and the Martial Saint?
The martial arts geniuses in their youth are young and successful, with stable emotions and high aspirations. They think they can turn the tide. When the foundation comes, they kill the foundation. When the Nascent Soul comes, they kill the Nascent Soul. When the Soul Transformation comes, they kill the Soul Transformation...
As long as you continue to practice martial arts hard, practice more martial arts, and practice more advanced martial arts, as time goes by, you can become stronger and stronger, and one day your great wish will come true...
But can they really continue to advance and become stronger year by year?
What is more difficult than the aging of the body is the aging of the heart. If the spirit of youth is lost, it will be difficult to get it back.
"Birth, old age, illness, and death are inevitable for mortals."
The martial saint who looked like an old monk pointed his finger.
An invisible suction force suddenly emerged, pulling the body of the martial saint who was almost cut off at the waist seven or eight steps away and floated forward.
"As a mortal, a martial saint cannot avoid birth, old age, illness and death, and will eventually reach his limit."
He held his body high in one hand, like a devout believer lifting up a tribute to the invisible gods high in the sky.
"So, I don't want to be a human anymore!"
The twisted suction force suddenly amplified, and the terrifying wind pressure caused the ground to tremble and roll like ocean waves.
"Flesh and Flesh Furnace·Transformation into God and Man!"
The body of the martial saint who looked like an old monk suddenly expanded at an alarming speed.
In the sudden strong wind, the eight or nine bodies of the most powerful martial arts masters of the previous generation, and even the trees, floated up, and then submerged into the suddenly expanded flesh and blood, turning into a small mountain-like flesh and blood giant with three heads and six arms.
Wu Qizheng and the others looked up, only to see that the three huge faces of this flesh and blood giant seemed to be composed of hundreds of human-sized faces. If they looked closely, they could vaguely see the withered leaf god monk and the white-robed spear. The faces of Saint, Eight-Armed Heavenly Dragon and others.
Three heads, thousands of faces, the lips opening and closing together produce the same syllable, and hundreds of voices overlap, changing the color of the wind and clouds, echoing between heaven and earth.
They said:
“Manpower sometimes runs out.”
“Those who are able to transcend the ordinary world and do things that others cannot do are themselves gods.”
Wu Qizheng frowned.
"Is this a combat form developed by the "Flesh and Flesh Transformation", or the forbidden technique "Flesh and Flesh Oven", which is different from the "Ultimate Human Transformation"? It doesn't seem right either."
"The Ultimate Transformation is already the most suitable body shape for combat. Going forward, it will at most be just different derivatives of the Ultimate Transformation, but this look..."
Wu Qi was the one who assisted Wu Shengren in perfecting "A Thousand Changes of Flesh" and created "A Thousand Changes of Flesh" himself, so he was naturally good at this.
The changes that Wu Shengren made at this moment made him completely confused. He only felt that this had surpassed Wu Shengren's so-called modern martial arts.
If we say that the original martial saint was a sharp knife.
Then the martial saint who appeared in front of Qiao Mu in Xizhou had become ten sharp knives.
Ten knives are certainly more amazing, but they cannot be combined into one.
But the three-headed and six-armed flesh and blood giant that appeared in front of them now was also different.
"Wu Shengren's Taotie Devouring Heaven Technique has reached the limit of his god-refining will?" Wu Qizheng speculated:
"Even if we have the corpses of the two seniors of the Qiao family, they cannot be 'digested' in a short period of time."
"Facing another senior of the Qiao family who traveled thousands of miles, his decision was..."
"Abandon the identity of a mortal?" Wu Qizheng was slightly silent.
The martial saint before was one, just now it was ten, and now it is...many.
In that ten-year agreement more than thirty years ago, the winner was the Martial Saint.
Although it is said that the martial saint who survived in the end is a person who unites as one, a collection of the strongest martial arts masters of the previous generation, this is just a rhetorical device, and the real survivor is naturally a single person.
But now...Wu Qizheng is not sure anymore.
He flew up and looked around at the top of Index Finger Peak.
Sure enough, among the nine fairy cities in Kuafu Mountain, there were more than one figure flying towards each other using light skills.
Like swallows returning to their nests, figures as dense as a colony of ants kept swarming towards the hill-like flesh and blood giant.
"The disaster caused by humans and demons in Xizhou and the Blood Lotus Immortal Kingdom is not just one person, nor is it more than ten people. The number is more than thousands..." Wu Qizheng sighed.
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