Chapter 129 The funeral of the soul, shall I kill until the blood flows into a river? (Two-in-one)
“With [Married to Death Twins] guaranteeing two lives, I don’t need to be too impatient. I can prioritize improving my attack attributes first.”
Feng Mu didn’t do that. Too much hesitation, investing two attribute points into strength.
The scene where senior brother Li Bashan killed people like a spatula and smashed garlic today really left an extremely deep impression on Feng Mu. He also wanted to do it in a blink of an eye. Compared to the world of martial arts, only fast and unbreakable , Feng Mu still prefers to take the path of defeating ten guilds with one force.
Compared to "Eastern Invincible", Feng Mu prefers "Western Chu Overlord".
Of course, with a system by his side, ah, as long as he lays down a solid foundation step by step, one day, he will definitely be able to combine the two.
In this way, the power skyrockets to 8.9 (3.5+5.4).
A rush of heat poured into the whole body, and the muscles all over the body seemed to be soaked in boiling water. The skin and flesh suddenly expanded in a circle, and then collapsed back as if breathing.
A hearty feeling of satisfaction swept through my body.
Feng Mu clenched his fists with a flushed face, and he could see the muscles under his skin trembling, like taut springs, accumulating terrifying power.
Feng Mu casually hit the air, and immediately made a muffled sound.
He grinned, and then a strong sense of emptiness hit his heart. After the sense of emptiness was a strange sense of greed, which seemed to be telling in his ears: Master, do it again~
Feng Mu looked down, like a ferocious dragon head roaring, revealing the ferocious aura of "selecting people to devour".
Feng Mu's face turned slightly red, he covered Xiao Mu with a quilt, and sighed in his heart: "There are no more attribute points."
Obviously, Feng Mu seemed to feel something: " If a single attribute point exceeds the 10-point mark, you may get unexpected benefits, and the closest power is only 1.1.”
Feng Mu's eyes revealed longing. He accidentally glanced at the 30-centimetre-high tent and sighed: "In addition to practicing every day, I kill people. Isn't life too boring and ascetic? Should I..."
< br>Feng Mu's mind suddenly flashed into a picture of a rotting female corpse with eye shadow and lipstick, and black liquid spitting out of her mouth, and his desire suddenly disappeared.
He controlled the coldness of [Iron Eater] to flow to his crotch, giving Xiao Mu a shower to cool down.
Feng Mu slowly closed his eyes and murmured: "I am devoted to martial arts, and I have already sealed my heart and love. Get away with all the monsters, ghosts, beauties and painted skins!"
[What do you think about martial arts? He has a crazy obsession, a heartless and loveless heart, and devotes himself to crazy cultivation. ]
[In the first year, you practiced the seven fists day and night, but you always felt that something was wrong. ]
[For five years, you have been practicing the Seven Kills Fist hard, but you have been unable to make any progress. You realize that the problem must lie at a certain key node. ]
[In the eighth year, the Seven Killing Fist moves in your hand have become perfect, but they are still like an exquisite vase, with nothing but appearance. ]
[One day in the tenth year, you meditate and seem to realize the crux of your practice. ]
[You stop practicing and walk out the door. You encounter a lonely figure silently scavenging on the street corner. Fate pushes you to the edge of decision-making. You took action, and the blood stained your fist. At this moment, the threshold of the Seven Kills Fist that had been indestructible for a long time quietly opened a gap. ]
[After three years of hard work, you used underground black boxing as the battlefield and personally ended the lives of 573 opponents. The power of the Seven Killing Fist finally broke through to the level of Xiaocheng. ]
[However, in the fifteenth year, you found that your practice of Seven Kills Fist had stalled again. The killings of the black fist no longer seem to provide enough impetus for your martial arts advancement. ][
[You left the underground black boxing, like a whirlpool swept up by the strong wind, raging everywhere, and started killing indiscriminately. Your name then spread in the darkness and became a feared "ripper". Because every time you take a shot, it will be accompanied by a shrill scream. The target you hit will have a fatal hole in the chest, and the heart will burst in the rain of blood. ]
[In the twentieth year, you were arrested and imprisoned. ]
[After three months, you will be sentenced to death by firing squad. ]
[You are not afraid of death, but you have not yet perfected the Seven Kills Fist. There is still a fire in your soul that has not been extinguished. You tell yourself that you cannot die yet. ]
[You used a pair of iron fists to massacre half of the prison, escaped from the prison, and smelled the free air again, your Seven Killings were completed. ]
[You escape into the scavenging area and stay there for 5 years. ]
[In the twenty-fifth year, you came out of the scavenging area and entered the city again. You came to an old, short building and climbed up the steps step by step. ]
[Feng Ju, who was wearing the uniform of the patrol room and had a slightly older face, slowly opened the door. His eyes were filled with unbelievable astonishment and his pupils dilated sharply. ]
[You punched his head to pieces. ]
[Stepping into the house, your eyes glanced at Wang Xiuli's posthumous photo, your eyes were calm, neither happy nor sad. ]
[You wait quietly for Feng Yuhuai’s return, until the moment he pushes the door open, you kill him with a ferocious smile...]
[The strong smell of blood fills the corridor, Hundreds of heavily armed policemen rushed into the building. ]
[You stand among the bloody corpses on the ground, your body has been shot into a sieve by bullets, but you laugh crazily, like a madman: The Seven Killing Fist is completed today, even if you die, you will have no regrets! ]
[Seven Killing Fist: All things are created to nourish people, and people have nothing to repay heaven with. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! ]
[Seven Killing Fist·Limit Breaking, you have understood the Seven Killing Fist Limit Breaking Technique·Finishing Style—Soul Funeral! ]
[Soul Funeral: When the target accumulates all seven killing fists and all seven moves, a finishing move will be triggered. This attack ignores physical defense and directly acts on the spirit/soul/god. ]
[The greater the gap between your spirit/soul/god and the target, the greater the power of the explosion. ]
[ps: Trigger probability, it must be triggered for the first time, and then the trigger probability decreases randomly! ]
[Seven Killing Fist·Breaking Limits! ]
A new limit-breaking icon is generated.
[Normal skill points will be deducted by 1 point. ]
[General skill points remaining: 3]
[5000 points will be deducted from general skill proficiency. ]
[General skill proficiency remaining: 6730]
The prompt box passed by.
Feng Mu stood up suddenly and sat up, looking at his fists with blank eyes. In a daze, he seemed to feel a layer of blood scab attached to the surface of his fists that was difficult to erase. It was the mark of time and battle, like Silently telling about the countless bloody storms he has experienced.
Feng Mu shook his head vigorously, his vision returned to clarity, and the blood stains on his fists faded away.
“The upgrade of Seven Killing Fist is even weirder than before. It is no longer limited to working behind closed doors, but it has also started to kill people everywhere?!”
Feng Mu rubbed his swollen temples, and the "murder memory" that was poured into him was so real that he seemed to have the illusion of killing hundreds or even thousands of people.
Obviously he had only killed a few people in reality, but now, when Feng Mu closed his eyes for a moment, the faces he tortured and killed would appear in his mind.
Especially, the scene where the whole family was killed in the end was really...
Feng Mu let out a breath, his eyes widened, and the thin murderous aura around him became thicker.
Feng Mu looked strange: "Could it be that one day, the memories of cultivation will overlap with reality? That would be like seeing a ghost."
Feng Mu opened the panel and glanced at Er Tie's progress bar. The reserves he had just eaten in his body had not been digested, which meant that he had only increased his murderous aura in vain and had not really absorbed hundreds or thousands of resentments.
Feng Mu was relieved in his heart, but also felt a little regretful.
“The remaining 6730 general skill proficiency points are not enough to fully equip Senluo. There are still 1000 points left, so don’t worry.”
“There are 2 special skill points stored together. , there is no need to rush.”
“As for the remaining 3 general skill points…”
Feng Mu tried to add some points to his basic boxing skills and basic kicking skills, but found that he could not break through.
It seems that "perfection" is the limit of these two skills, and there is no possibility of breakthrough. This made Feng Mu feel a little disappointed. "Then just save it together for later."
Feng Mu was calculating in his mind while digesting the memory of blood flowing into his skull.
“I now have three limit-breaking skills in hand, which can be regarded as attacking and escaping. Soul Burial can be used as a hidden killing move. Unfortunately, my mental attribute value is not high.”
"But the lower city is mostly populated by the living dead. Maybe the gods in their bodies have long been like dregs of tofu and will break into pieces when poked?!"
"Of course, we cannot take it lightly. Because even in the most barren environment, In the polluted rotten quagmire, there are still some people who can step on the heads of the same kind and chew on them. Eat their flesh and blood, thrive, and finally raise your head to breathe the pure and sweet air."
Feng Mu had no mercy in his heart. In the past, he might have screamed in anger, but he couldn't. Today, he could scream out, but he knew Zhishui in his heart and remained silent.
There is no way, who made him unknowingly become the person he hates the most.
How sad?
How lucky!
No matter which world you are in, the same kind is always the best tonic. Therefore, I must seize every minute to sharpen my teeth and temper my claws all the time. "
At the beginning of time travel, Feng Mu may not have understood the truth here, but now, he has realized it.
Feng Mu got up from the bed, swallowed a mouthful of pig iron powder, and began Practice with all your strength
Life will not stop, the liver will not stop, and you will die if you can't die?
No, this is not Juan, this is just a person composed of one-third new meat and two-thirds living corpse, struggling desperately not to be devoured by his own kind.
The only problem is that Feng Mu is so focused that he forgets to put on his clothes. As he practices selflessly, Xiao Mu will follow the rotation of his body and swing back and forth freely.
First do gymnastics for 2 hours to digest the pig iron you just swallowed.
Practice another hour of soul-chasing step·flesh and blood second version, 1 hour of Seven Killing Fist·flesh and blood second version, and 1 hour of Senluozhi·flesh and blood second version.
Five hours passed quickly, and it was 4 o'clock in the morning the next day.
[You have completed a selfless practice and gained some proficiency growth. ]
[Seven Killing Fist · Flesh and Blood Second Interpretation · Intermediate (7/2500)]
[Soul Chasing Step · Flesh and Blood Second Interpretation · Elementary (5/500)]
[Sen Luozhi · Flesh Second Interpretation·Elementary (11/500)]
Although it is not as good as the shortcut of directly adding points and dreaming for decades, but considering this one, Feng Mu is very satisfied with the results of one hour of practicing various martial arts. The progress is also satisfactory.
"If I can forget food and sleep, and practice without sleep..."
He pondered for a moment, taking the second version of Sen Luo Zhi Flesh and Blood as an example,
"It only takes more than 700 One hour, that is, one month, can elevate it from primary to perfection.”
Glancing at the time, Feng Mu originally wanted to practice the [Turtle Skin to Armor Technique] again, but after thinking about it, he gave up and sighed helplessly: "Why do humans only have 24 hours in a day? Why do humans have to sleep?"
Lie down on the bed and sleep with your clothes on, close your eyes, and the today's settlement screen of [Iron Eater] pops up on your retina:
Current food column 1: Pig iron (food power 29.3/100%, reserve 2%.)
Current food column 2: [Yinsha Jiuyou E Nii resentment iron (food power 5.7%/100%, reserve 2.3) %. )]
After one hour of gymnastics, the consumption of pig iron increased by 1.2%.
In addition, there are still 2% of the pig iron reserves in the stomach that have not been digested, and 2.3% of the pig iron reserves have not been digested.
Feng Mu did not intend to eat more. He decided to eat half an empty stomach as healthily as possible in the future, eating and digesting as he pleased, or staying for dinner.
In short, pig iron, iron, and rice must be equally exposed to rain and dew, have balanced nutrition, and have a reasonable diet. Only in this way can the body have a more vivid future.
Feng Mu fell asleep in a daze. It was probably a sweet dream. The corners of his mouth curled up in his sleep.
Downtown, District 6, in a secret stronghold of the Death Sect.
This is an office building disguised as an office. The laboratory area on the top floor is isolated layer by layer.
In the deepest office, the lights were turned off, and only the computer on the table emitted a faint light, reflecting on the stern face in front of the table.
Under the glasses, a pair of gloomy and deep eyes shone with a cold light.
On the desktop is an email that was clicked. Drag the mouse to the bottom, and this is the content of the report:
[I have thoroughly sorted out the family context of Mask Zheng Hang. ]
[Since Zheng Hang became the target of police pursuit, his father Zheng Si was unfortunately killed by the patrol room because of his involvement. ]
[On the night when Zheng Si was killed, the patrol room was raided by Masked Masks. Many police officers were killed or injured and are still lying in beds in the Fourth Hospital. ]
[I speculate that behind this raid, Mask not only intends to seize the precious black core, but also contains a deep-seated revenge on the patrol house, and is a concentrated venting of its long-standing anger and resentment[…….]< br>
[In addition, on April 11, Feng Yuhuai was attacked by me. What surprised me was that Mask Zheng Hang did not hesitate to use the power of the puppet mother to appear from the secret and forcefully rescue her. ]
[This makes me speculate that there is some unknown connection between Mask Zheng Hang and Feng Yuhuai, perhaps a secret love affair? ]
[Concrete evidence is being collected...]
[I am currently following and monitoring Feng Yuhuai, and I believe that relevant evidence will be found soon. ]
[However, her whereabouts are extremely cautious and she seems to be alert. I was worried that my whereabouts might be discovered by her, so I requested internal reinforcements to be dispatched as soon as possible. ]
[…….]
[In view of Zheng Hang’s disappearance and the death of his relatives, Feng Yuhuai is probably his only living concern. ]
[Therefore, I think the next action plan should focus on Feng Yuhuai. ]
[Through the actions surrounding her, we can force Zheng Hang to show up, try to capture him alive, interrogate the truth of the matter, and find out whether the whole thing was his own doing or whether there is something hidden behind it... ]
…….
I wish everyone a happy holiday!
(End of this chapter)