Chapter 129: Soul Funeral, I Killed Until Blood Flowed Like a River? (Two in One)
"With [Marry the Dead Twins] guaranteeing me two lives, I don't need to be too mediocre. I can prioritize improving my attack attributes first."
Feng Mu did not hesitate too much and invested two attribute points into strength.
The scene where Senior Brother Li Bashan killed people as easily as smacking garlic with a spatula really left an extremely deep impression on Feng Mu today. He also wanted to do it in an instant. However, compared to the fact that speed is the only way to defeat all martial arts, Feng Mu still prefers the approach of using force to defeat skill.
Compared to "Invincible Easterner", Feng Mu prefers "The King of Western Chu".
Of course, with the system by his side, bah, as long as he lays a solid foundation step by step, one day, he will be able to combine the two in one.
In this way, the strength soared to 8.9 (3.5+5.4).
A torrent of heat surged through his body, and his muscles felt like they were soaked in boiling water. His skin and flesh suddenly expanded, and then collapsed back down as if breathing.
A hearty feeling of satisfaction swept through my body.
Feng Mu's face flushed as he clenched his fists, and one could see the muscles beneath his skin trembling, like stretched springs, accumulating terrifying power.
Feng Mu casually punched the air, and a muffled sound was heard immediately.
He grinned, and then a strong feeling of emptiness came over him. After the feeling of emptiness, a strange feeling of greed seemed to be saying in his ear: Master, do it again~ Feng Mu looked down and saw a ferocious dragon head roaring, revealing the murderous aura of "choosing people to devour".
Feng Mu blushed slightly, covered Xiao Mu with a quilt, and sighed in his heart: "There are no attribute points left."
Feng Mu seemed to have a feeling: "If a single attribute point breaks through the 10-point mark, it may gain unexpected benefits, and the closest strength is only 1.1 away."
Feng Mu's eyes showed longing. He accidentally glanced at the 30-centimeter-high tent and sighed, "Every day, I practice cultivation and kill people. Is my life too boring and too abstinent? Should I..."
Feng Mu's mind suddenly flashed with images of rotting female corpses with eye shadow, lipstick and black liquid spewing from their mouths, which immediately extinguished his desire.
He controlled the cold energy of the Iron Eater to flow to his crotch, cooling Xiao Mu down.
Feng Mu slowly closed his eyes and murmured, "I am devoted to martial arts and have long sealed my heart and locked away my love. All the demons, ghosts, beauties, and painted skins, get out of here!"
[You are crazy about martial arts, heartless and loveless, and you are crazy about practicing. ][In the first year, you practiced the Seven Fists day and night, but you always felt that something was wrong. ][For five years, you practiced the Seven Killing Fists hard, but you could not make any progress. You realized that the problem must be at a critical point. ][In the eighth year, the moves of the Seven Killing Fists in your hands have reached perfection, but they are still like a beautiful vase, with only appearance. ][One day in the tenth year, you meditated quietly and seemed to realize the crux of your practice. ][You stopped practicing and walked out the door. You met a lonely figure who was silently picking up trash on the corner of the street. Fate pushed you to the edge of decision. You took action, and the blood stained your fist red. At this moment, the threshold of the Seven Killing Fists, which had been indestructible for a long time, quietly cracked a gap. ][After three years of hard work, you used the underground black boxing as a battlefield and personally ended the lives of 573 opponents. The power of the Seven Killing Fists finally broke through to the realm of minor success. ][However, in the fifteenth year, you found that the practice of the Seven Killing Fist had come to a standstill again. The killing of the black boxing seemed to no longer provide enough impetus for your martial arts advancement. ][[You left the underground black boxing, like a vortex swept up by the wind, wreaking havoc everywhere and starting indiscriminate killing. Your name spread in the darkness and became the dreaded "Ripper". Because every time you made a move, it was accompanied by a shrill scream, and the target you hit would have a fatal hole in the chest, and the heart would burst in the blood rain. ][In the twentieth year, you were arrested and imprisoned. ][Three months later, you will be sentenced to death by firing squad. ][You are not afraid of death, but the Seven Killing Fist has not been perfected yet. There is still a flame in the depths of 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 prison, and the moment you smelled the air of freedom again, your Seven Killing Fist was perfected. ][You fled to the scavenger area and stayed there for 5 years. ][In the twenty-fifth year, you came out of the scavenging area and stepped into the city again. You came to an old and dilapidated low building and climbed up the stairs step by step. ][Feng Ju, wearing a patrol uniform, looked a little old. He slowly opened the door, his eyes full of disbelief and astonishment, and his pupils dilated sharply. ][You smashed his head with a punch. ][Stepping into the house, your eyes swept across Wang Xiuli's portrait, your eyes were calm, without joy or sadness. ][You quietly waited for Feng Yuhuai's return until the moment he pushed the door open, and you rushed over with a grim smile...][The strong smell of blood filled the corridor, and hundreds of fully armed police rushed into the building. ][You stood among the bloody corpses, your body shot into a sieve by bullets, but you laughed wildly, like a madman: The Seven Killing Fist is completed today, and I have no regrets even if I die! ][Seven Killing Fist: Heaven creates all things to nourish man, but man has nothing to repay heaven, kill kill kill kill kill kill kill! ][Seven Killing Fists·Breaking Limits, you have mastered the Seven Killing Fists Breaking Limits Skill·Final Style——Soul Funeral!][Soul Funeral: When the target accumulates all seven styles of the Seven Killing Fists, the final style will be triggered. This attack ignores physical defense and directly acts on the mind/soul/spirit.][The greater the gap between your mind/soul/spirit and the target, the greater the power of the burst.][ps: Trigger probability, it will definitely trigger the first time, and the trigger probability will decrease randomly afterwards!][Seven Killing Fists·Breaking Limits!]A brand new limit-breaking icon is generated.
[Deduct 1 point from the normal skill points.] [Normal skill points remaining: 3] [Deduct 5000 points from the general skill proficiency.] [General skill proficiency remaining: 6730] A prompt box passed by.
Feng Mu suddenly sat up, staring at his fists in a daze. In a trance, he seemed to feel a layer of indelible blood scab on the surface of his fists. It was the mark of time and battles, as if silently telling the countless bloody experiences he had experienced.
Feng Mu shook his head vigorously, his vision became clear again, and the blood stains on his fists faded away.
"The upgrade of the Seven Killing Fists is even weirder than before. It's no longer limited to working behind closed doors, but has also started killing people everywhere?!!"
Feng Mu rubbed his swollen temples. The "memories of murder" that surged into his head were too real, making him feel as if he had really killed hundreds or thousands of people.
Clearly, he had only killed a few people in real life, but now, whenever Feng Mu closed his eyes, the faces of those he had tortured and killed would appear in his mind.
Especially the last scene of killing the whole family, it was really...
Feng Mu exhaled slightly, his eyes widened, and the murderous aura that was originally thin around him became sticky.
Feng Mu's face turned strange: "Could it be possible that one day, the memories of cultivation will overlap with reality? That would be really weird."
Feng Mu opened the panel and glanced at the progress bar of the Evil Iron. The reserves in his body had not been digested yet, which meant that he only had an increase in murderous aura but did not really absorb hundreds of thousands of grievances.
Feng Mu felt relieved, but also a little regretful.
"The remaining 6730 points of general skill proficiency are not enough to max out Senluo Finger. I'm still about 1000 points short, so there's no rush."
"Keep both special skill points together, there's no need to rush."
"As for the remaining 3 general skill points..."
Feng Mu tried to add some points to the basic boxing and basic leg techniques, but found that he could not make a breakthrough.
It seemed that "perfection" was the limit of these two skills, and there was no possibility of breakthrough. This made Feng Mu feel a little disappointed.
"Then save them all for later."
While Feng Mu was digesting the memory of the river of blood flowing in his brain, he was thinking in his mind.
"I now have three limit-breaking skills in my hands, so I can attack or escape. Soul Burial can be used as a hidden killer move, but unfortunately my spiritual attribute value is not high."
"But most of the people in the lower city are the living dead. The gods in their bodies might have already become like tofu dregs, and would break if poked?!!"
"Of course, we can't take it lightly. Because even in the most barren, polluted, and rotten quagmire, there are still some people who can step on the heads of their own kind, eat their flesh and blood, thrive, and eventually raise their heads to breathe the pure and sweet air."
Feng Mu had no mercy in his heart. In the past, he might have shouted in anger, but no sound came out. Today, he could shout out, but he knew what was going on and remained silent.
There's nothing he can do about it. He has unknowingly become the person he hates the most.
How sad!
How lucky!
No matter which world I am in, my own kind is always the best tonic. Therefore, I must seize every minute and every second to sharpen my teeth and constantly temper my claws. "
At the beginning of his time travel, Feng Mu might not have understood the truth here, but today, he has already realized it.
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Feng Mu climbed up from the bed, swallowed a mouthful of pig iron powder, and began to practice with all his strength.
Life never stops, liver explosion never stops, if you can't die, roll to death? No, this is not a roll, this is just a person made up of one third of new flesh and two thirds of zombies, struggling desperately to avoid being devoured by his own kind.
The only problem was that Feng Mu was so focused that he forgot to put on his clothes, and as he practiced selflessly, Little Mu would swing back and forth freely as his body turned.
Do 2 hours of physical exercise first to digest the pig iron you just swallowed.
Then practice Soul Chasing Steps·Blood and Flesh Version 2 for another hour, Seven Killing Fists·Blood and Flesh Version 2 for another hour, and Senluo Finger·Blood and Flesh Version 2 for another hour.
5 hours passed quickly and it was 4 am the next day.
[You have completed a selfless practice and gained some proficiency.][Seven Killing Fists·Blood and Flesh Second Solution·Intermediate (7/2500)][Soul Chasing Step·Blood and Flesh Second Solution·Elementary (5/500)][Senluo Finger·Blood and Flesh Second Solution·Elementary (11/500)]Although it is not as good as the shortcut of directly adding points and dreaming for decades, considering this is only the result of practicing various martial arts for an hour, Feng Mu is satisfied with his progress.
"If I can forget about food and sleep and practice without rest..."
He pondered for a moment, and took the second version of the Senluo Finger of Flesh and Blood as an example.
“It only takes about 700 hours, or one month, to upgrade it from entry-level to full-fledged.”
Glancing at the time, Feng Mu originally wanted to practice the [Turtle Skin Changing Shell Technique] again, but after thinking about it, he gave up and sighed helplessly: "Why is there only 24 hours in a day? Why do humans have to sleep? Sigh."
Lying on the bed with clothes on, closing my eyes, today's settlement screen of [Iron Eater] popped up on my retina: Current edible column 1: Pig iron (edible degree 29.3/100%, reserves 2%). Current edible column 2: [Yinsha Jiuyou Evil and Resentful Iron (edible degree 5.7%/100%, reserves 2.3%).] After an hour of physical exercise, the edible degree of pig iron increased by 1.2%.
In addition, there are still 2% of pig iron reserves in the stomach that have not been digested, and 2.3% of Ehrlich iron reserves that have not been digested.
Feng Mu didn't plan to eat too much either. He decided to try to be healthier by eating half of his stomach, digesting the food as he went along, or leaving room for a meal.
In short, pig iron, iron, and rice should be equally distributed, with balanced nutrition and reasonable diet. Only in this way can the body have a brighter future.
Feng Mu fell asleep in a daze. It was probably a good dream. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth in his sleep.
In the lower city, District 6, a secret base of the Corpse Cult.
This is an office building disguised as an office space, and the laboratory area on the top floor is isolated layer by layer.
In an office at the deepest part, the lights were off, and only the computer on the desk emitted a faint light, reflecting on the stern face in front of the desk.
Under the lenses of the glasses, a pair of gloomy and deep eyes flashed with a cold light.
On the desktop was an email that had been opened. The mouse was dragged to the bottom, and the content of the report was as follows: [I have thoroughly sorted out the family veins of Mask Zheng Hang.] [Since Zheng Hang became the target of the police's pursuit, his father Zheng Si was unfortunately killed by the patrol station because of his involvement.] [On the night when Zheng Si was killed, the patrol station was attacked by Mask, and many constables were killed or injured. They are still lying in the beds of the Fourth Hospital.] [I speculate that behind this raid, Mask not only intended to seize the precious black core, but also contained a deep-seated revenge on the patrol station, which was a concentrated release of its long-accumulated anger and resentment […….] [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 emerge from the dark and forcibly rescue her.] [This makes me speculate that there is some unknown connection between Mask Zheng Hang and Feng Yuhuai, perhaps a secret love affair? ][Specific evidence is being collected...][I have been tracking and monitoring Feng Yuhuai recently, and I believe that relevant evidence will be found soon.][However, her whereabouts are extremely cautious, and she seems to have been alert. I am worried that my whereabouts may be discovered by her, so I request that reinforcements be sent as soon as possible.][…….][Given Zheng Hang's disappearance and the death of his relatives, Feng Yuhuai may be his only living concern.][Therefore, I think the next action plan should focus on Feng Yuhuai.][By focusing on her actions, we can force Zheng Hang to show up, try to capture him alive, and force him to tell the truth of the matter, and find out whether the whole thing was done by him personally or there is another hidden story behind it...]……. I wish you all a happy holiday!
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