Chapter 129: Soul Funeral, I Killed Until the Blood Flowed Like a River? (Two in One)

"With [Marrying the Twins] guaranteeing two lives, I don't need to live in humiliation. I can prioritize improving the attack attribute."

Feng Mu didn't hesitate too much and invested two attribute points in strength.

The scene of the senior brother Li Bashan killing people like a spatula smashing garlic left a very deep impression on Feng Mu today. He also wanted to do it in a split second. Compared with the world's martial arts that can only be broken by speed, Feng Mu still prefers to go the way of one force defeating ten skills.

Compared to "Eastern Invincible", Feng Mu prefers "Western Chu Overlord".

Of course, with the system by his side, ah, as long as he lays a solid foundation step by step, one day, he will definitely be able to combine the two.

In this way, the strength soared to 8.9 (3.5+5.4).

The abundant heat flowed into the whole body, and the muscles all over the body seemed to be immersed in boiling water. The skin and flesh suddenly expanded a circle, and then collapsed back like breathing.

A hearty sense of satisfaction swept over the whole body.

Feng Mu's face flushed as he clenched his fists. He could see the muscles under his skin trembling, like a bunch of taut springs, accumulating terrifying power.

Feng Mu casually punched the air, and a muffled sound came out immediately.

He grinned, and then a strong sense of emptiness came over him. After the emptiness, a strange sense of greed seemed to say in his ear: Master, come again~

Feng Mu looked down, and it was like a ferocious dragon head roaring, revealing the murderous spirit of "choosing people to devour".

Feng Mu's face turned slightly red, and he covered Xiao Mu with a quilt, sighing in his heart: "There are no attribute points."

In the dark, 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 power is only 1.1 away."

Feng Mu's eyes showed desire. He accidentally glanced at the 30-centimeter-high tent again, and sighed: "Every day, I practice and kill people. Is my life too boring and too abstinent? Should I..."

Feng Mu's mind suddenly appeared a series of rotten female corpses with eye shadow, lipstick, and black liquid spitting out of their mouths, and his desire was immediately extinguished.

He controlled the coldness of [Iron Eater] to flow to his crotch and gave 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 locked my love. What demons, ghosts, and beautiful women with painted skins, get out of here!"

[You are crazy about martial arts, ruthless and loveless in your heart, and you are crazy about practice. ]

[In the first year, you practiced the Seven Killing Fists day and night, but you always felt that something was wrong. ]

[For five years, you practiced the Seven Killing Fists, 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 feared "Ripper". Because every time you attack, there is a shrill scream, and the target you hit will leave a fatal hole in the chest, and the heart will burst in the blood rain. ]

[In the twentieth year, you are 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 can't 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 escaped to the scavenging area and stayed there for 5 years. ]

[In the 25th 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 the uniform of the patrol room, looked a little old. He slowly opened the door, his eyes were 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 to return, until the moment he pushed the door open, 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 flesh was 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 Fists: Heaven created 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 Technique·Final Style—Soul Funeral! ]

[Soul Funeral: When the target accumulates all seven moves of the Seven Killing Fists, 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 are deducted by 1 point. ]

[Normal skill points remaining: 3]

[5000 points are deducted from general skill proficiency. ]

[General skill proficiency remaining: 6730]

A prompt box passed before my eyes.

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 years and battles, as if it was silently telling him Experienced countless bloody storms.

Feng Mu shook his head vigorously, his vision returned to clarity, and the blood stains on his fists faded away.

"The upgrade of the 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, indicating that he had only increased his murderous aura in vain and had not really absorbed hundreds or thousands of resentments.

Feng Mu felt 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 rush."

"The two special skill points are stored together, so 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 and save it 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 my hand, which can be regarded as attacking and escaping. Soul Burial can be used as a hidden killing move. Unfortunately, my mental attributes are not high."

"But the lower city is mostly filled with 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 and polluted rotten quagmire, there will still be some people who can step on the heads of the same kind, eat their flesh and blood, thrive, and finally raise their heads to breathe the pure and sweet air of."

Feng Mu had no mercy in his heart. In the past, he might have screamed in anger, but could not scream. Today, he could scream, but he knew Zhishui and remained silent.

There was nothing he could do about it, who made him unknowingly become the person he hated the most.

How sad?

How lucky!

No matter what world you are in, like 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 the 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 to practice with all his strength.

Life will not stop, the liver will not stop, and you will roll to death if you can't roll it to death?

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 was that Feng Mu was so focused that he forgot to put on his clothes. As he practiced selflessly, Xiao Mu would 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.

Then practice the soul-chasing step·flesh and blood second version for 1 hour, the Seven Killing Fist·flesh and blood second version for 1 hour, and the Forest Finger·flesh and blood second version for 1 hour.

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 2 Solutions · Intermediate (7/2500)]

[Soul-Chasing Step·Flesh and Blood Second Interpretation·Elementary Level (5/500)]

[Sen Luozhi · Flesh and Blood 2 Solutions · Elementary (11/500)]

Although it is not as good as the shortcut of directly adding points and dreaming for decades, Feng Mu is satisfied with his progress considering the results of just one hour of practicing various martial arts.

"If I could forget about food and sleep, and practice without sleep..."

He pondered for a moment and took the second interpretation of Sen Luo Zhi Flesh and Blood as an example.

"It only takes about 700 hours, which is one month, to upgrade it from basic to perfect."

Glancing at the time, Feng Mu originally wanted to practice [Turtle Skin Shell Changing Skill] 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, ah."

Lying down on the bed and sleeping with clothes on, closing his eyes, the [Iron Eater] today's settlement screen popped up on the retina:

Current edible column 1: Raw iron (edible degree 29.3/100%, reserve 2%.)

Current edible column 2: [Yinsha Jiuyou Evil Sin Iron (edible degree 5.7%/100%, reserve 2.3%.)]

After an hour of physical exercise, the edible degree of raw iron increased by 1.2%.

In addition, there are 2% of raw iron reserves in the stomach that have not been digested, and 2.3% of the evil iron reserves have not been digested.

Feng Mu did not plan to eat more. He decided to empty half of his stomach as much as possible in the future, digesting as he ate, or staying for meals.

In short, raw iron, evil iron, and rice should be equally distributed, with balanced nutrition and reasonable diet, so that the body can have a more vivid future.

Feng Mu fell asleep in a daze, probably a beautiful dream, and his mouth was curved in his sleep.

In the lower city, the sixth district, a secret base of the evil corpse sect.

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 are off, and only the computer on the table emits a faint light, reflecting on the cold face in front of the table.

Under the glasses, a pair of gloomy and deep eyes flashed with cold light.

On the desktop is an open email, and the mouse is dragged to the bottom, which is the content of the report:

[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 room because of his involvement. ]

[On the night when Zheng Si was killed, the police station was attacked by Mask, and many police officers were killed or injured. They are still lying in the beds of 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 police station, which is a concentrated release of its long-suppressed anger and resentment […….]

[In addition, on April 11, Feng Yuhuai was attacked by me. To my surprise, 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 am currently tracking and monitoring Feng Yuhuai, 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 she might find out where I am, so I request that reinforcements be sent as soon as possible. ]

[…….]

[Given Zheng Hang's disappearance and the death of his family, Feng Yuhuai is probably his only living concern. ]

[Therefore, I think the next action plan should focus on Feng Yuhuai. ]

[By focusing on her, we can force Zheng Hang to show up, try to capture him alive, and ask him the truth of the matter, to find out whether the whole thing was his personal act or there is another hidden story behind it...]

…….

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