CIATB Chapter 452
Chapter 452
Wu Qizheng and Wu Jing each used Qinggong to chase the flesh-and-blood god who was climbing the mountain.
Wu Qi is in front, and Wu Jing is the one chasing him.
"Wu Qizheng, why are you following me? Aren't you afraid of death?" Wu Jing followed behind and asked:
"Among the flesh-and-blood gods, there is still the obsession of the Martial Saint, so its strongest obsession should be to destroy the Blood Lotus Sect. But this is just your speculation, and it may not be true."
"Besides, if it's true and Wu Shengren can really recognize you, do you think Wu Shengren will really show mercy to you?"
Wu Qizheng didn't say much, he just looked back at him deeply.
"die?"
"Martial men like you and me are nothing to a martial saint. We have no chance of winning."
"It seems that you know what's going on. Anyway, if the sky falls, there will be tall people who can hold it up." Wu Qizheng said:
"Have you heard the rumors about the Qiao family and witnessed the deaths of several Qiao family members? Have you quickly gotten used to it and taken it for granted?"
"The Qiao family has better martial arts and more abilities, so should they die?"
"Why can't you and I die?" Wu Qi looked directly into Wu Jing's eyes, as if looking into a mirror:
"You tortured me repeatedly before, but you were actually torturing yourself in the palm of the Martial Saint's hand."
"Why, are you willing to be a bystander all the time?"
Wu Jing was stunned for a moment.
Wu Qizheng ignored him and continued to use his Qinggong skills to chase the flesh and blood god.
The flesh-and-blood god-man seemed to move slowly but was actually very fast.
Compared to Wu Qizheng's Qinggong, I don't know how much faster he was. Even if he tried his best to catch up, he might not be able to catch up before he reached the top of the mountain.
So he was in a hurry.
Wu Jing was left standing alone, a little dazed.
If Wu Qi is the tool man of Wu Shengren, then he is the tool man of the tool man.
The Xuanshi lineage is the special envoy in charge of intelligence within Wujihui, similar to the Feiyu Guards of Emperor Dayan.
As the Yuexuan envoy of Xizhou and the man in the mirror of Wu Qizheng, he can be said to be the ultimate tool man...
However, his mission, after guiding and torturing Wu Qizheng, had come to an end.
Today's Wu Shengren's status is unknown, and he will never have time to care about a nobody like him... So now Wu Jing is actually an abandoned son who no one cares about.
Whether to go or stay, it all depends on him.
"Finally out of the hands of the Martial Saint, I won't die in vain."
Wu Jing naturally wanted to leave.
But before leaving, Wu Qizheng's words always echoed in his heart.
"That's true. Let me see what you, as the person in the mirror, want to do..."
As the man in the mirror, Wu Qizheng is actually Wu Jing's inner demon.
He has always been the bird in Wu Shengren's cage, so he naturally envies Wu Qizheng, the only Wu family member who is free from Wu Shengren's control.
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Blood Lotus Sect.
Within the sect, there were broken walls and ruins all over the place, and blood formed countless streams.
Taoist Lord Blood Lotus stood in a pool of blood, looking coldly at the corpses of the cultivators around him that were parasitized by granulation, and snorted coldly.
"A bunch of trash."
"A dignified immortal cultivator was actually infected and manipulated by evil spirits and foreign objects. He is unworthy of being a disciple of the Blood Lotus Sect!"
"My Blood Lotus Sect is one of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect and has produced true immortals. How can I be bullied like this?"
The headmaster of the Blood Lotus Sect is the headmaster of the Immortal Sect, and he is a dignified Shinto Lord.
With his methods, as long as he was prepared, he could easily suppress the clone controlled by Wu Shengren's granulation without any suspense.
But the more he killed, the more angry he became.
These are all his disciples, even the great elders of the Blood Lotus Sect...
rumble.
The Kuafu Mountain beneath my feet began to shake again, from far to near.
"Is it finally here? The source of this disaster between humans and demons..."
The headmaster of the Blood Lotus Sect's eyes were cold and filled with anger.
He already knew a lot of things from the Jade Talisman, but it was a little late.
As the leader of the Blood Lotus Sect, at this time, he did not even know that there were still several Nascent Soul elders still alive in the entire Blood Lotus Sect.
"It comes just in time to eliminate any future troubles!"
The leader of the Blood Lotus Sect had sharp eyes, and his body transformed into a rainbow of light and soared into the sky.
The next moment.
With a bang.
The mountain-protecting formation covering the mountain gate burst into a bright light under the punch of the three-headed and six-armed flesh and blood god, and quickly collapsed.
The leader of the Blood Lotus Sect turned like the wind, and the rainbow light flew back hundreds of meters, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
This mountain-protecting formation is not a simple thing, it is one of the blood lotus sect’s foundations.
Even if there is no big monk in charge of the formation now, it cannot be broken at will.
Even if the monks in the transformation stage are sent out, they can still stop them for a long time...
"There must be something fishy in this. I, the dignified Immortal Sect Headmaster, naturally have to act steadily and don't act rashly..."
The leader of the Blood Lotus Sect had a thought in his mind and looked in another direction.
roar------
A strange roar resounded throughout the world.
Looking up, I saw another member of the Qiao family coming from a distance.
He opened his mouth and roared, and the rolling sound waves turned into ripples, making the dust around him rise into waves.
Po Yue Long Yin Gong!
The three circles of ripples twisted together and turned into an invisible shock wave that broke through the air, causing the air to twist and deform.
On the three heads of the three-headed and six-armed flesh-and-blood god-man, hundreds of thousands of faces gathered into huge faces began to twist and twitch.
With a loud bang, a huge circular hole appeared between the waist and abdomen of the three-headed, six-armed god.
If this three-headed, six-armed god of flesh and blood was a real living being, then this blow that pierced through the waist and abdomen would obviously be an injury that could not be ignored.
However, the three-headed, six-armed giant appearance of this god of flesh and blood was only an external manifestation.
This does not mean that he has the same internal organs and internal structure as mortals.
It can be seen that the flesh and blood between the huge circular holes was wriggling and twisting rapidly, trying to fill it.
Just the next moment.
Three heads, three huge faces, thousands of faces, all looked at Qiao Mu.
After that roar.
For the first time, the god of flesh and blood stopped, and the originally different expressions became a little calmer. Hundreds and thousands of eyes fell on Qiao Mu like countless sharp swords.
"Name?" Countless voices asked layer by layer.
Asking his name? Qiao Mu was a little confused.
He lowered his head and calculated. When he first came to Xizhou, he was Qiao Qijin. According to convention, it should be...
Wait, how many times has he died?
Qiao Mu, who had just woken up from the dream of immortality, was a little dazed.
Qijin, Bajin, Jiujin? So annoying.
"At this point, does the name still matter? So annoying, knowing that my last name is Qiao and I am the one who killed you is enough."
The flesh and blood god was unmoved.
"Any name has a meaning." The voices overlapped:
"There should be no nameless ghosts under my fist."
Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes.
The martial saint has always been obsessed with names.
After walking out of the Baili Desert more than 40 years ago, he abandoned his real name and called himself the martial saint...
For decades, he traveled all over Kyushu and gave names to three thousand martial arts geniuses and seventy-two sages, each with its own meaning.
For him, a name is not just a simple title, it has a greater meaning.
It is both an expectation and a manifestation of obsession.
Like Wu Shengren and Wu Qizheng, they are all like this.
However, Qiao Mu didn't want to pay attention to him.
"Tianming Shenggang!"
He roared again towards the sky, and a sound like thunder came out of his mouth that was not like a human voice.
Amidst the loud rumbling, the three-headed and six-armed flesh and blood god once again had a thousand faces that were slightly dazed.
And Qiao Mu had already stepped on the Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon and punched up into the sky.
He really didn't find a perfect way to deal with it.
So he was ready to show off all his knowledge and martial arts!
"Blood and flesh furnace! Eight Steps of the Heavenly Dragon, Eight-armed Heavenly Dragon Fist!"
His body suddenly expanded in the air, and among the heavy fist shadows, the illusory eight arms waved thousands of fist shadows and hit the flesh and blood god.
Inside the Blood Lotus Sect.
The head of the Blood Lotus Sect watched this scene quietly, frowning deeply.
He finally understood...
"That person is the Qiao family member that Bilian mentioned in the message?"
The head of the Blood Lotus Sect was silent.
Although he had heard some rumors about the Qiao family, and even the story that the Daojun of Huashen died because of them...
But seeing is believing, now that he really saw the Qiao family...
"Are these methods used to practice martial arts?" The head of the Blood Lotus Sect suddenly doubted his life.
In fact, this was too different from the martial artists he understood, and even if he saw it with his own eyes, it was still a little hard to believe.
He thought that it was an external enemy that was aggressively invading the immortal sect, and he, as the head of the immortal sect, had to suppress it and show his Taoist style.
Unexpectedly, two unexpected martial artists fought each other and demolished the Blood Lotus Immortal Kingdom and the Blood Lotus Sect that he had worked hard to build...
"Just sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight." The head of the Blood Lotus Sect had an idea.
He finally understood.
"The rumors are not false."
"The death of Daojun Xuantian was probably not due to luck or a sneak attack..."
"It was because the warriors of the Qiao family really had the strength to challenge Daojun Huashen."
As the head of the Xianmen, Daojun Xuelian thought of this and naturally put away his contempt for mortal warriors.
"I see."
"The warriors of the Qiao family are indeed likely to cause a catastrophe that will destroy the Xianmen."
"It is normal that Bilian, Jinlian and others cannot stop them. Changqing Zhenren of Changshengmen did not deliberately exaggerate the strength of the Qiao family in order to seek cooperation."
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As the head of the Xianmen, once you put away your contempt in your heart and take it seriously, you will naturally not make low-level mistakes again.
Now, he has regarded Qiao Mu and the Martial Saint as the enemies who may destroy the sect, and has become cautious.
"Let the warriors of the Qiao family consume the energy of the demon first." The head of the Blood Lotus Sect thought to himself:
"When they are both injured, I will take the opportunity to suppress them together and solve this great disaster for the sect!"
The head of the Blood Lotus Sect made up his mind, secretly pinched the magic formula in his hand, and his figure gradually disappeared into the clouds.
He did not care that the Blood Lotus Sect was in ruins below, and the monks were wailing in the pool of blood. The escaping rainbow lights were captured and submerged by the three-headed and six-armed flesh and blood god.
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"Ripple Wave Force·Five-fold Wave!"
Qiao Mu suddenly punched, and the mighty true energy accumulated to the fifth level poured out like a reservoir.
The chest of the flesh and blood god was penetrated by the true energy like the vast ocean again, and a hole appeared.
But it ended here.
Hua Jin, Changsheng Fist Laying Waves Jin, Zhan Tian Sword Art, Sound Wave Martial Arts, Eye Sword Art...
In several deaths, he has used all his life's learning one by one, exhausting all the changes in moves.
At this moment, the three-headed and six-armed flesh and blood god had several holes in his chest, and he was definitely not unscathed.
But it was still not enough.
"The idea is right." Qiao Mu stood on the ground, looking at the giant palm of the flesh and blood god calmly.
"Sound wave martial arts focuses on divine will, and the effect is outstanding..."
"If I can do it again... the injuries will accumulate."
"No, one time is not enough. Come twice, and give me a few more lives------"
Qiao Mu's thoughts stopped abruptly.
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This death rating: D (a fool trying to stop a car with his arms)
Life lost by death: 100 (1*100) years
Number of resurrections remaining this week: 0/5
Current age: 5785 years old
Health: 99%
“Finally, this day has come.”
Many years ago, Qiao Mu thought about what would happen if he ran out of resurrections within a week.
Out of his instinct for survival, he didn’t want to know the answer, and in the past five thousand years, he had never reset the number of resurrections to zero.
But this day finally came.
Qiao Mu lowered his head and put his hand on his chest.
Bang, bang, bang---
His heartbeat began to speed up slightly, and he felt the tension for the first time in a long time.
The number of resurrections has been reset to zero, so if he dies again, does it mean true death?
At this moment, he has one hundred years left.
A hundred years seems very long, which is longer than the lifetime of most people.
But Qiao Mu had not found a way to deal with the flesh-and-blood god in the past hundreds of years. What would it matter if he spent another hundred years thinking about countermeasures?
Qiao Mu was still unsure.
Qiao Mu ignored the increasingly bizarre death evaluations and was still thinking about the questions he had been thinking about before his death this time.
If... He meant if...
After he was resurrected this time, he would directly use his peerless lightness skills to stay nearby for two days.
He certainly could not kill the flesh-and-blood god, but with Qiao Mu's peerless lightness skills, which were now unrivaled in the nine states, plus his own vigorous vitality, as long as he did not resist, the flesh-and-blood god would probably find it difficult to kill him.
After staying alive for two days, the number of resurrections would be refreshed, and by then he would be a brave man of the Qiao family who was ready to die.
"Putting aside the facts, from a completely rational point of view, staying alive for two days first is a good countermeasure."
"By then, even if he repeatedly used the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique, he would have a good chance of wearing out the flesh-and-blood god."
As long as he was resurrected a few more times and had a few more lives, he would win!
But would he do that?
"Take a step back."
"You can save your life."
"But the martial arts will that has been maintained for more than 5,000 years will also completely collapse!"
After the number of resurrections was reset to zero, Qiao Mu once again stood at the edge of a crossroads.
If he went one step further, he would have no chance of winning and would die.
If he took a step back, he would save his life and his heart would collapse.
This was a dilemma. The Qiao family's selfless behavior over the years was as bright as the sun to the world, but it was also a shackle for Qiao Mu himself.
If he was afraid of a strong enemy, he would never be able to face himself again, and his past glory would become a heavy yoke on his head.
In the past, Qiao Mu's price for doing what he wanted was a long dream of immortality for decades, hundreds of years, and thousands of years.
And now the price may be real death.
So he...
"Wait, am I afraid of death?"
Qiao Mu's mind moved.
The scene of the dream world changed accordingly.
He had returned to the gate of the Blood Lotus Sect. He looked up and saw the bloody god pressing down with a huge palm as big as a hill, and he was going to kill him in the next moment.
This was the moment before Qiao Mu died.
In the dream world, Qiao Mu had replayed battles countless times and experienced the battlefield in his heart.
However, this time he was not replaying the battle, but tracing his own death.
As his mind moved, he continued to recall, and it seemed that an invisible big hand in the dream world turned the clock in the opposite direction, and time quietly reversed...
The bloody god retreated step by step back to the city of Bilian Xiancheng.
At this moment, Qiao Mu had just slashed out a "Heaven-cutting Sword Drawing Technique", which was Qiao Mu's last death.
Continue to trace back...
The scenes of death reappeared in the dream again and again.
Finally, it was traced back to the moment when he used "Ripple Wave Power Five Waves" to fight against the Martial Saint in the form of the Supreme Human Transformation, and died under the fist of the Martial Saint because of the interference of the Yuanying cultivator.
This was Qiao Mu's first death in battle.
But it was not Qiao Mu's first death.
The long river of memory continued to trace back, and the clock of time turned back madly..
In the last dream, Qiao Mu appeared in Taoyuan Villa in Nanzhou.
He was in a quiet room with his flesh-and-blood clone Qiao Xin, and then he pierced his temple with one finger and then came back to life.
This was Qiao Mu's first chance to revive in the past seven days.
Qiao Mu looked at himself in the quiet room in his dream memory, and a thought grew in his mind like a weed.
"If I hadn't used up this chance to revive at that time, but used it in this battle with the martial saint."
"Then I have another chance to revive now, which means two lives."
"If I can perform the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique twice more and practice martial arts for a few hundred years, maybe I can really kill that flesh-and-blood god------"
The thought ended here.
The regret in his heart was like ink dripping into a calm lake of the heart, and as the ripples spread out, the regret gradually became stronger.
Qiao Mu was actually not a person with a firm mind.
As a martial artist with a large qualification, he thought that his mind was not actually quite firm.
As an ordinary person, he had complained and doubted himself countless times in the intermittent dream of immortality for more than 5,000 years, and spent countless years in mental exhaustion.
Not to mention compared with the Martial Saint, compared with other Kyushu super-grade warriors, and even compared with many top three-grade warriors of the Refining Spirit, he thought he was not as good.
Only after bloody battles again and again, after the endless dream of immortality...
He was tempered into steel step by step and came to the present.
Yan Taizu once regarded Qiao Mu as a mirror. With such a brilliant mirror of the Qiao family as a comparison, the old emperor who was unwilling to fall behind had the moment of breaking and then standing up.
However, what he didn't know was that in the torture of the dream of immortality again and again, Qiao Mu's performance was much more embarrassing than his.
Now, Qiao Mu once again fell into the quagmire of self-doubt.
"Yeah, why did I have to commit suicide at that time, wasting a chance to resurrect, so that I ended up like this?"
Qiao Mu, who had a photographic memory, naturally remembered his answer.
The answer was to leave a more powerful flesh and blood clone and guard Taoyuan Villa in Nanzhou as the owner of the villa "Qiao Xin".
But is this really the correct answer?
Yes, and no.
Just like the first day of school after the summer vacation, elementary school students don't bring their summer homework, so they naturally have to have a plausible and impeccable reason.
This is indeed a correct answer, but it is only one of the answers.
The memory reappeared in the dream, and when Qiao Mu was tracing back to Nanzhou and committing suicide, the thoughts that flashed through his head.
This thought was actually just a trivial thought from the subconscious.
It was like a joke that slipped from the mouth when joking, and no one would take it seriously.
When Wu Qizheng's clone sent a message that Qiao Mu was about to leave Nanzhou and go to Xizhou to find out the truth about the human demon and make a complete break with the Martial Saint, Qiao Mu committed suicide before leaving, using the excuse of "guarding the rear".
At that time, Qiao Mu's subconscious thought was...
Death, death, death, death!
If he really died in the hands of the Martial Saint, exhausted the number of deaths, and let the Martial Saint devour him over and over again...
Then, would he be able to usher in a real death, no longer be an immortal prisoner in the dream, and no longer be a member of the Qiao family who shouldered heavy responsibilities and was brilliant.
"In my subconscious, what I actually thought was... If I died in the hands of the Martial Saint, it would be a kind of relief..."
When Qiao Mu traced back to this obscure idea that was not to be told to outsiders from his past memories, he was silent for a while.
Perhaps it started from the breaking of the immortal lock and the length of the immortal dream was a hundred times longer.
Perhaps it started from the long dream in Qingming Medicine Valley in Nanzhou, which lasted for 2,500 years, but the pressure of the small world that could not be solved...
Qiaomu, who was 5,785 years old and had experienced countless deaths in Jiuzhou, suddenly looked back today and discovered his most subtle subconsciousness...
"It turns out that this time, I really want to die."
Now, he has a hundred years to dispel the blocks that have accumulated in his heart until now, and the subtle thoughts that have emerged in his subconscious.
The dream world turned into a lush grassland, and Qiaomu half-lying on the ground, suddenly felt a sense of emptiness and loss in his heart.
I'm tired, destroy it, quickly.
Memories came like a tide.
Qiaomu suddenly recalled that it was time for the Martial Saint to transform into a flesh and blood god.
At that time, the Martial Saint, who looked like an old monk, turned his head, and his wrinkled and thin old face had an old look and old air that was not usually there.
He said at the time:
"There are no immortals or gods under heaven or in the human world. You and I are all mortals!"
"Mr. Qiao, tell me, will you also grow old?"
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