Chapter 442
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Chapter 442: But Not Completely Thought
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Two figures, one in front and one behind, were running swiftly on Kuafu Mountain, moving like the wind.
It was Wu Qizheng and Wu Jing.
Wu Qizheng is an excellent martial artist, with exceptional lightness skill, saying he moves like the wind is not an exaggeration.
However, with every step the three-headed, six-armed Blood Flesh Divine Being took, it seemed like they had taken a thousand steps, and in no time, they had reached the Blood Lotus Sect at the top of Kuafu Mountain from the Green Lotus Immortal City at the foot of the mountain.
Trying to catch up with the Blood Flesh Divine Being at this moment is like chasing a horse to the mountain, seemingly close but actually far away.
"What are you so rushed for?" Wu Jing chased after him, still asking.
"Even if we catch up, will it make a difference?"
Wu Jing wasn’t actually that interested in the Qiao family member or Martial Saint, he just had a different obsession with Wu Qizheng as a reflection of himself.
"Survival should be the instinct of all living beings on earth," Wu Jing muttered.
He didn’t understand.
But at this moment, Wu Qizheng’s speed suddenly slowed down.
"Yet, in this world, there are always some beings who defy their instincts."
He stopped in his tracks, looking towards the Blood Flesh Divine Being.
Wu Jing followed his gaze.
In front of the mighty six-armed Blood Flesh Divine Being, a new member of the Qiao family appeared out of nowhere.
"Another Qiao family member has appeared," whispered Wu Qizheng.
He wasn’t surprised, neither was Wu Jing.
They would only be surprised if the Qiao family member showed fear and ran away.
Even so.
But this new Qiao family member looked slightly different from the ones they had seen before.
…………………………………….
"Phew…."
Qiao Mu let out a long breath.
One hundred years is actually longer than most people’s lifetime.
But in this world, there are some things that cannot be figured out just by thinking hard in isolation.
Look up at the sky.
Right now, the Blood Flesh Divine Being with three heads and six arms is right in front.
The Blood Flesh Divine Being climbs from the Green Lotus Immortal City at the foot of the mountain. As it passes through each county town and kills a Qiao family member, its size grows larger.
At first glance, it was only the size of a small mountain.
Now it is a massive creature that blocks out the sky. Just by taking a step, it can make the Kuafu Mountain beneath it tremble.
The entrance of the Blood Lotus Sect has collapsed, and the damaged Mountain Protection Formation only has a few faint lights flickering. Among the ruins are pools of blood and bodies scattered all over.
This was supposed to be one of the Nine Heavenly Immortal Gates, but even the sect leader of the Blood Lotus Sect is nowhere to be seen now. In such a large Immortal Gate, there are not many magical treasures left for cultivators to resist with.
In front of the mighty Blood Flesh Divine Being with three heads and six arms, even the cultivator in the clouds has to bow down. Strange fleshy sprouts inside the body grow rapidly like the roots of a big tree spreading out.
This is an unimaginable disaster for humans, causing the Nine Heavenly Immortal Gates that should have been in the clouds to fall to the earth and plunge into the depths of blood.
The air is filled with a strong smell of blood, and the brilliance of spells gradually dissipates and becomes sparse like the glow of a sunset.
"Hoo…."
Qiao Mu took a deep breath and placed his hand on his chest.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
He could clearly hear his heartbeat.
This is an experience unlike anything he has ever felt in his dreams or in his over five thousand years of life experiences.
At this moment.
The huge Blood Flesh Divine Being, like a mountain, suddenly stopped moving, then its three heads turned together, with hundreds and thousands of faces on top, all looking at Qiao Mu’s face at once.
The gaze seemed to carry a powerful pressure.
Qiao Mu’s inner sense of danger was heightened, as thoughts of charging forward crossed his mind, his whole body tensed involuntarily, with every cell seeming to scream silently.
This was the instinctual fear of the living towards death.
The thought of seeking death was a subtle subconscious thought within Qiao Mu that he was unaware of.
And as he experienced resurrection for the last time, a desire for self-destruction and a fear of death itself arose in Qiao Mu.
"What is it?" On the three huge heads of the Blood Flesh Divine Being, countless faces showed different looks of puzzlement and confusion at this moment.
"Are you nervous?" The voices layered on top of each other, echoing all around.
It was clear that this caused great confusion for Martial Saint, or rather for the Blood Flesh Divine Being.
For many years, the Qiao family members who walked in Jiu Province had already left a strong stereotype for the world to see.
Do Qiao family members also feel nervous?
"No." When faced with this question, Qiao Mu naturally denied it:
"I am afraid."
The expression on the faces of Blood Flesh Divine Being’s thousand faces even showed a brief hesitation.
Wu Qizheng and Wu Jing were also slightly surprised.
"Are there Qiao family members in this world who feel nervous and afraid?" Wu Jing asked in surprise:
"This person’s martial arts skills are obviously very high, and theoretically should be a seasoned martial artist, but even such a person can feel afraid?"
"Could it be that the Qiao family’s predecessors, who were seasoned warriors and fearless fighters, have all died?" Wu Jing speculated.
"So he’s the only one coming to help now?"
Wu Qizheng heard this and turned to look at Wu Jing.
He saw Wu Jing frown slightly, looking a bit nervous.
"You used to say as long as there’s a tall guy to hold up the sky if it falls, now you’re nervous and scared?" Wu Qizheng mocked.
"You don’t really care whether the Qiao family member is nervous or scared, all you care about is whether this new Qiao family reinforcements can defeat Martial Saint and turn the tide," Wu Qizheng said.
Wu Jing looked slightly embarrassed, clearly struck by the comment.
"That’s not important," Qiao Mu responded from afar, his face expressionless.
"No one in the Qiao family cares about how he sees it," Qiao Mu added.
He chuckled, "Only a fool would risk their life for someone else’s disrespect or admiration."
He has sharp senses, even their conversation can be heard by him.
Qiao Mu was actually too busy to listen to their gossip.
Facing the Blood Flesh Divine Being transformed by Martial Saint at the moment has already occupied all his attention.
The Blood Flesh Divine Being also recovered from its surprise just now.
It didn’t show much emotion, nor did it ask Qiao Mu’s name as it did last time.
Instead, a giant hand slammed down, like a mountain peak toppling over, casting a shadow over.
Qiao Mu continued to take deep breaths.
As if trying to inhale all the surrounding air into his lungs.
The Blood Lotus Sect at this moment was full of ruins and blood puddles, the air filled only with a lot of dust, and a strong, lingering smell of blood.
"Fear, always considered an emotion of the weak, people are always ashamed to admit."
"But…"
This feeling… this prickling sense of fear…
Made his heart start to beat faster.
At the age of 5885 years old, after countless deaths.
Qiao Mu felt fear of death for the first time.
He cherished this different experience, like trying to catch a fragile soap bubble floating in the air.
"I have been through countless hardships. I have walked through fire and water, suffered stabs and burns, thunder and lightning strikes…"
Qiao Mu stood still, ignoring the Blood Flesh Divine Being in front of him, muttering as if in a dream:
Eventually.
Swords pierce through without feeling pain, death itself feels as natural as breathing, bringing no fear at all.
This rich experience of death brought by various ways of dying, all extreme pains gradually fading away over the long years…
The most memorable moment for people about the Qiao family members often comes when they bravely face death.
But for Qiao Mu, the most profound memory is the endless Long Life Dreams after each death.
And now.
In his heart, fear of death once again arises, along with the instinctual fear of all living things.
"This taste -"
He looked up at the huge hand of the Blood Flesh Divine Being covering the sky.
The giant palm fell very fast, but because of its huge size, it gave the illusion of being slow in visual perception.
Adrenaline surged, and Qiao Mu’s intuition was stimulated to the extreme in this moment, as if time had slowed down in his intuition.
This was the excitement that death brought to him.
"It was like waking up from a deep sleep, with vague awareness slowly returning—
Boom!
The giant palm fell with a loud crash, causing the entire Kuafu Mountain’s summit to collapse, creating a horrifying deep pit on the ground.
Qiao Mu moved as fast as lightning, standing on a cloud of True strength as if by magic.
This was not due to his martial arts skills, but rather the dramatic changes he had undergone in the past hundred years.
It was simply because he was not afraid of death before, so his fighting style was always bold and rarely involved evading.
Even with amazing skills to move quickly, they usually use it for fast attacks.
But this time.
"It makes me feel like I am truly alive."
Qiao Mu’s voice sounded like he was talking in his sleep.
In many of his Long Life Dreams, he developed a habit of talking to himself.
Terms like second stage, third stage, inner battlefield, Martial Saint’s strategy may seem like silly jokes to others, but they actually reflect his inner thoughts.
However, this time, he had used up all his revivals and no longer had the chance to start over like a video game character when facing a huge monster that could easily tear him apart.
So, he started valuing his life more, which was obviously a logical and sensible decision.
"This vivid, alive feeling is like swimming naked on a crowded beach in the summer, an unparalleled sense of excitement, simply—-"
Qiao Mu extended his index finger.
Having experienced thousands of deaths, he now harbored a self-destructive urge that he could not reveal to others.
With only one life left, he was naturally stirred by a survival instinct in the face of the danger of death.
Two intense and conflicting emotions clashed in his heart like fire and ice, his mind incredibly clear.
So he raised his index finger and fiercely poked at his temple.
"This is so exciting!"
Amidst the gushing blood, an unprecedented near-death thrill and strong desire to survive made Qiao Mu’s eyes widen, his pupils shrinking to the size of a needle.
"Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method!"
The overflowing True Strength was originally vast and unbridled like an ocean, but at this moment it erupted like a volcano, completely boiling over.
In that moment, Qiao Mu’s true strength burst forth and increased fivefold in an instant!
His presence was completely different from before, like a completely new person.
"Really working?" Qiao Mu stirred his own temple with his finger, blood gushing out.
At that moment, not just Wu Qizheng, but even the Blood Lotus Sect Leader who had been secretly watching, was momentarily silenced.
The Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method, like the Long Life Fist, was the martial art that Qiao Mu relied on.
But since attaining true strength, Qiao Mu couldn’t perform the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method anymore.
Even though Qiao Mu had mastered this forbidden technique to perfection, unparalleled in martial arts in Jiu Province, he couldn’t find a way to combine it with true strength.
By using the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method, he could temporarily unleash a large amount of internal strength at the cost of self-harm and damage…but it was only internal strength.
Compared to Qiao Mu’s transformational true strength, the internal strength brought by the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method was insufficient, difficult to release outside, with very short range, but the side effects were real.
So, the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method had long disappeared from the scene. Even though he tried to study the True strength version of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method, he could not grasp its essence.
It was not until recently, in his Long Life Dream over the past few centuries, that he thoroughly studied the twelve sound wave martial arts of Founding Emperor Yan.
He had mastered Founding Emperor Yan’s twelve sound wave martial arts and understood the crucial concept of "divine intent" within them.
The key to spiritual refining martial arts is the divine aspect; it applies to both the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill and the Po Yue Long Yin Gong.
With divine intent running through, things naturally fall into place, enabling one to roar like a dragon and create echoes that shake mountains.
A powerful Spirit Refining martial artist is like a fierce tiger.
While playful and cute at times, it’s during battles that they reveal themselves as kings among beasts.
The essence of a tiger remains the same, but it can undergo drastic transformations between its dormant and fierce states.
So, what kind of forbidden technique could cause his vast True strength to increase multiple times over?
Fingers into brain holes, his usual way of self-harm, this action means a threat of death.
The action of creating brain holes for himself just now is actually a death signal deeply etched in his memory.
This is a possible solution that Qiao Mu came up with in the hundred-year Long Life Dream.
In the dream, he only had a theoretical possibility without a life-threatening crisis, but he had never succeeded in practice in the dream.
In other words,
Before his finger poked into his head.
Qiao Mu also did not know whether this finger would kill him or achieve the "True Strength·Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method" that had only been theoretically possible and not successfully practiced in the dream.
"With divine understanding, the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method takes shape on its own. Only by embracing the mentality of being born from death, is it possible to achieve…"
Qiao Mu slowly pulled his finger out from his temple, bringing out a touch of bright red liquid.
The wound made by the fingers healed quickly right before their eyes.
"Now, Martial Saint, if you can still hear me-" Qiao Mu looked up at the monstrous Blood Flesh Divine Being with fierce strength swirling around.
"Try to kill me, or be killed by me."
