CIATB Chapter 349
Chapter 349
Under the moonlight, above the clouds.
Several Nascent Soul elders looked down expressionlessly.
Except for Yunhe Zhenren, who lost a Dharma body in the hands of the martial saint, the other two people actually had more or less contempt for the mortal warriors.
Those who practice martial arts are not as good as those who cultivate immortality. This is a deep-rooted common sense accumulated over thousands of years.
However, this deep-rooted common sense was gradually broken while watching the game tonight.
"How can a mortal warrior have such strength?"
Female cultivator Yun Hu frowned and had an incredible guess in her mind:
"These two people are so fierce, so it seems that they are not mortals. As the head teacher said, are they half-demon with the blood of the demon clan?"
The other two real people also nodded.
Moreover, whether it is Wu Shengren or Qiao Mu, the martial arts displayed by these two people have far exceeded the knowledge of mortal martial arts by these Nascent Soul Masters...
It is impossible for a mortal warrior to be so powerful.
From this it is easy to conclude that neither Qiao Mu nor Wu Shengren are mortals.
But a demon in human skin.
Most of what they practice is not martial arts, but more like some kind of weird magic that is difficult to classify.
"Junior Brother Yunhe should be cautious." Fat Taoist Yunhai smiled:
"If it hadn't been for my junior brother's suggestion to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers and tigers, if we had taken action with contempt in our hearts, we might have been able to get away from them."
Female cultivator Yunhu also nodded: "But now we are on guard and have a clear understanding of these two demons-----"
The words came to an abrupt end. The three Nascent Soul Masters were moved at the same time, and their consciousness swept downwards.
I saw the mountains and forests shrouded in the faint moonlight.
Dense air holes appeared on Wu Shengren's back, and his figure was as fast as lightning.
But Qiao Mu stood on the same spot, with energy rolling around his body like a tide.
Once the palm is released, it is like a flood breaking a bank.
The true strength of martial arts that had been practiced for a thousand years, coupled with the strength of ripples and waves accumulated to the fifth level, suddenly exploded.
The rolling Qi is as thick as a giant python, and like a raging wave, surging forward as the tree is chopped down with its vertical palm.
Boom boom boom boom!
In the loud explosion, the turbulent energy like a wild wave suddenly exploded.
The rolling white air waves kept rolling amidst the continuous sound, swallowing up the figure of Wu Shengren and covering the figure of Qiao Mu.
In the distance Wu Qi was looking up.
The place where the two stood was completely white, and nothing could be seen.
Wave after wave of strong wind swept through him, making his robes, which stood a hundred meters away, rustle.
I don’t know how much time passed.
When the strong wind gradually subsided, the smoke and dust swirling around dispersed, and the rolling air waves also calmed down.
The two people between the mountains and forests reappeared in the sight of Wu Qizheng and others.
at this time.
The tree still stood in the same place, standing like a green pine.
A long and narrow wound on his waist spurted out blood, almost cutting his body into two pieces.
The ground in front of him suddenly collapsed into a deep pit with a radius of tens of meters.
Only the figure of Saint Wu was left, standing in the middle of the pit.
To be precise, Wu Shengren was not standing.
His body below the waist has been submerged into the earth and rocks under his feet, and only half of his body is exposed. It seems that he was forced into the earth and rocks under his feet by an extremely strong external force.
At this moment, his upper body clothes were completely torn, and his strong muscles looked like marble sculptures under the moonlight.
But now, his knotted muscles are also covered with scars, his shoulders are sunken and collapsed, the broken bones are exposed, and blood can't help seeping from the inside out.
The surrounding vegetation, sand and gravel, etc. have been completely destroyed by the violent energy, crushed into dust, and blown away by a breeze.
"This-----" The corners of Yunhe's eyes twitched slightly as he stood above the sky, feeling slightly horrified.
Immortal cultivators who can cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage are not fools. Now that they regard Wu Shengren and Qiao Mu as difficult enemies, they will naturally no longer underestimate them.
Despite this, the blow just now still shocked his heart.
Master Yunhe suddenly recalled the incident where he let his Nascent Soul dharma body visit Taoyuan Villa at night and finally destroyed it silently.
At that time, he was puzzled, and just out of caution, he called two Nascent Soul elders to help him.
Now it seems that...he was not too cautious. He was clearly arrogant and used a Dharmakaya to sneak into the Taoyuan Villa where both Wu Shengren and Qiao Mu existed!
"Fortunately, I acted steadily and sat on the mountain to watch the fight between tigers and tigers today. I didn't make any excuses."
Master Yunhe felt a little scared and secretly glanced at the two people beside him from the corner of his eye.
However, they saw Yun Hai and Yun Hu looking indifferent, without even raising their eyelids, as if there was no surprise.
"The two senior brothers and sisters are still very determined. They are probably confident."
Master Yunhe's heart suddenly became calm.
To be honest, he had lost a Nascent Soul Dharmakaya, and he felt a little unsure. Out of cherishing his own life, he went to the trouble of asking two elders to help him.
Looking back now, it is true that these two are older and more advanced than him, which is not unreasonable.
...
Under the sky.
The martial saint pressed down on the ground with one arm, and the dense air holes on his back spurted out blood and air, and he rose up from the ground.
He straightened up. At this moment, one side of his shoulders was slumped, and he looked terrifying. However, the look in his eyes was still indifferent, and he walked towards the tree step by step. His pace was as slow and oppressive as before, without saying a word.
Qiao Mu also said nothing, just looked up at the sky, without any other movement.
In the battle with the Martial Saint, he naturally tried his best and had no time to care about anything else.
It was just that in the moment just now, he suddenly felt something intuitive, sensing that there were three "eyes" above the clouds looking down from above.
This feeling of being watched suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly in the moment just now.
It was obvious that someone was secretly watching from a very far distance, but at a certain moment just now, the emotions of the three people fluctuated at the same time and were slightly out of control, which made Qiao Mu feel something.
"So that's it, another immortal cultivator."
Qiao Mu lowered his eyelids and looked at his waist that was almost cut off.
At present, his body is on the verge of death, and even the immortals can't save it, and there are still three chances to revive within seven days.
There are three more immortal cultivators above the clouds. Judging from the previous intuition, the three should be the same as Yuhua Zhenren who died at Qiao Mu's hands before, all of whom are Yuanying elders of the immortal sect.
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In other words, the enemies he has to face at this moment are still three Yuanying elders, plus a martial saint...
Qiao Mu closed his eyes, but everything around him was reflected in his heart.
In addition to the three Yuanying Zhenren in the sky, he also noticed the night wind blowing through the mountains, Wu Qizheng and Shanmu who were frowning in the distance, and the bandit Zhang Kui and others who had returned to the mountain village and were urgently gathering the villagers of the mountain village for refuge...
"In that case..."
From Shanmu's sincere dream this time, Qiao Mu also saw through his arrogant desires deep in his heart.
Life is always full of choices, simple choices, difficult choices, the most cost-effective choices, thankless choices...
And his choices and desires are actually the most arrogant.
Qiao Mu raised his head and looked at the approaching Wu Shengren.
Wu Shengren frowned slightly.
"Why, at this moment, do you still want to beg for life?"
Wu Shengren is a warrior who crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He has extremely rich combat experience and does things without taboos. It is difficult to deceive him with means such as fake death and showing weakness.
He naturally noticed that although Qiao Mu was seriously injured and dying at the moment, he was almost cut in half by him, and there was no way to save him, and his time was running out.
When ordinary warriors reach this moment of death, their fighting spirit basically disappears and they no longer have the will to fight.
But for someone like Qiao Mu who has rich experience in committing suicide, he has experienced too many such moments of death.
At this moment, he did not lose all hope, but still held his breath, obviously mustering up the remaining energy in his body to prepare for the last attack of his life.
And the Martial Saint slowly walked closer, and also noticed Qiao Mu's condition, so he did not advance rashly.
But just now... Qiao Mu changed his mind.
He seemed to have lost even this last breath of energy, and for some reason, he gave up the opportunity to make a last fight with the Martial Saint.
"Forget it." The Martial Saint stopped and looked down at Qiao Mu from a high place, and felt a lack of interest.
In his opinion, it was not easy for Qiao Shuangli to fight until now.
The first Qiao family warrior Qiao Zhong he met a few years ago actually left a deep impression on him.
He spared Qiao Zhong at that time, but Qiao Zhong's strength was low at that time, only the fourth rank, and he had a rare unyielding heart.
He had a slight possibility of being a martial arts seed, but he was not yet worthy of being a martial arts food to make him go further.
Times have changed, and the situation is actually different when fighting another Qiao family member at this moment.
The martial saint can spare the fourth rank martial artist Qiao Zhong.
But facing Qiao Shuangxi, who also challenged him, no matter whether he was unyielding to death or begging for mercy, the martial saint could not be merciful.
"No fighting spirit... Never mind. Do you have any last words?" The martial saint looked down at Qiao Mu.
"Yes." Qiao Mu said.
"Speak." The martial saint was frugal with words.
Qiao Mu did not look at him, but raised his head to look at the sky.
At this moment, the wind blew, and the full moon in the sky was covered by clouds bit by bit, and the cold moonlight before gradually faded.
"Martial Saint." The moonlight shining on Qiao Mu disappeared inch by inch, and finally his face was shrouded in shadow, and his specific expression could not be seen clearly.
"What's the point of eating those weaklings who are not even as good as me?" Qiao Mu suddenly said:
"If you eat all the flesh, bones and blood of my Qiao family, can you kill the immortals?"
The Martial Saint's eyes fell on Qiao Mu's face, and his expression was slightly moved.
He followed Qiao Mu's line of sight and looked at the sky. The corners of his mouth slightly raised up, and then converged, and his face returned to calmness.
"It seems that I underestimated you."
He walked towards Qiao Mu, and his big hand suddenly expanded and grabbed Qiao Mu's head.
"A person like you..." The Martial Saint's big hand completely wrapped around Qiao Mu's half body, two fingers clamped on both sides of Qiao Mu's head, and said lightly:
"You deserve to die in my hands and merge with me!"
The Martial Saint stomped his feet fiercely, and the ground beneath his feet just began to move like a living thing, and he suddenly cracked it with his foot as if he had predicted the future, and a visible ripple spread out in all directions.
His big hand continued to expand, and one hand covered Qiao Mu's whole body. The flesh and blood on his hand began to shrink and expand again, and the blood vessels on it twisted like earthworms.
Thousands of years ago, there were strange martial arts such as "Absorbing Power", and whether it was "Martial Spirit Rhinoceros Secret" or "Taotie Swallowing Heaven Power", they were not simply absorbing power, but the way of refining the spirit with iron.
Refining the spirit with the spirit, refining iron with iron, and grinding out a sharp blade.
The mind of a super-class martial artist is like refined steel. Even if he is beaten to death, it only means that he is inferior to others, and it may not destroy the mind of a super-class martial artist.
The martial arts saint's martial arts of the soul is a martial arts of both body and mind. Every time he devours the loser, it is a test of the mind, and he will face the loser's martial arts mind.
Every time he devours, it is a catastrophe. If he can survive it, he will be a step further in the refined steel. If he can't survive it, he will be refined into scrap iron.
Qiao Shuangqi, died at the age of 1135.
In just a few breaths.
Qiao Mu's body shrank quickly, like a dead branch, falling from the gap between the palms of the martial arts saint.
The flesh and blood of the martial arts saint was wriggling at an astonishing speed, the wounds were healing rapidly, and with the sound of bones clicking all over his body, even his body size grew slightly.
When the Martial Saint opened his eyes again, a fleeting divine light flashed across his eyes, turning into a real sword light, slashing at Wu Qizhen and Shanmu who were running over a hundred meters away.
Shanmu's eyes fell on Qiao Mu's shriveled body, her expression slightly fluctuated, the ground under her feet suddenly shook, and a piece of rock suddenly rose from the earth, blocking the sudden sword light.
The divine light in the Martial Saint's eyes faded, and he looked a little tired, but soon the tiredness disappeared and returned to calm.
For the outside world, only a few breaths had passed.
But for the Martial Saint, it was not an easy task to swallow up the remaining spirit of Qiao Shuangqi with the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Technique, and it felt quite long.
Taotie Swallowing Heaven Technique, fighting to feed fighting, iron to sharpen iron, and spirit to refine spirit.
Anyone who can be killed by him will make him stronger.
"Are you in such a hurry to come and die?"
"Don't worry." He took a step and strode towards Shanmu and Wu Qizheng.
After Qiao Shuang'an died in the battle, the condition of Wu Shengren became better and better.
"Next, it's your turn."
Shanmu is not ordinary. As a giant demon that can enter the eyes of Yunxiao Sect, she is naturally extraordinary.
If this black mountain is regarded as the "flesh body" of Shanmu, the total amount of blood and qi in Shanmu's demon body is actually far superior to ordinary warriors and many big demons, and it is not even an order of magnitude.
Of course, blood and qi are blood and qi, and actual combat is actual combat.
This black mountain is big, and although it has infinite power, it is like a bloated and slow giant to the strong who have experienced hundreds of battles.
Wu Shengren came a little faster. Qiao Mu had just awakened Shanmu and had no time to work together and discuss how to deal with Wu Sheng, and the latter came to kill him, so the two sides had almost no tacit understanding in their cooperation.
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