Alienated Martial Arts.

Chapter 642 Chi Lian
By late at night, the wind and rain not only did not stop, but became even stronger.

Outside the cave, the cold wind was howling and the rain was pouring down. The whole world was covered by the dark rain curtain.

The cave was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The remains of several leftover wild wolves were thrown aside at random, with blood flowing freely under their bodies and soon solidifying into a colloid-like state.

In addition, there is a shivering leopard.

He huddled in the corner motionless, not even daring to let out a loud cry.

It followed the smell of blood and originally thought it could snatch some food from the red-capped gray wolf. However, after rushing into the cave, it was horrified to find that the entire wolf pack was actually the source of food.

The one who caused all this was the man in white clothes and robe who seemed a little abnormal.

With its extremely limited intelligence and the analysis of the survival experience passed down from generation to generation, once it sees these guys standing on two legs, the best option is to turn around and run away without caring about anything. There is no need to put itself in danger for a meal.

However, in front of him, the speed and sharp reactions that it was proud of became useless.

It didn't even make clear what was going on.

I just felt a gust of wind whistling towards me, followed by a sudden explosion of thunder, and everything suddenly changed.

“I’ve been to this mountain before.”

He casually stroked the smooth and soft "big cat" and said to himself in thought, "Not only is he familiar with these red-capped gray wolves, but he also seems to have had relationships with leopards like you."

"Why are you shaking? Can you understand what I'm saying?"

He immediately became interested and lowered his head to sense it carefully.

I even forcibly pried open its eyelids to observe what kind of look was flashing inside.

"This idiot has no intelligence at all. I almost misjudged him."

He sighed quietly, feeling somewhat disappointed for some reason. "I have killed mountain wolves and caught leopards. Does this mean that I am just a hunter?"

"Those scenes I saw in my dream just now, the life-and-death battle with the so-called master in the endless void, were just false illusions created by my wild imagination?"

Having said that, he lowered his head and looked down, his eyes fell on the hands that were rubbing the smooth fur, and a puzzled expression appeared between his brows again.

Strands of heat quietly emerge from the palm of the hand, then flow along the wrist to the forearm, eventually forming a repetitive circulation.

Although he didn't know what this was, he seemed to be extremely familiar with the heat flow. He didn't even need to control it deliberately, and he completed the cycle again and again as if by instinct.

who I am.

Where I come from.

Where are you going next?

He couldn't find the answers to these questions, as if his memories before waking up were completely lost.

Even the heat flowing in the palm of his hand like a blood vessel was known but not why.

But the moment he discovered the hot blood flow, he knew that these things were very important. They might be the foundation of his survival and the biggest contributor to his ability to kill many wolves alone.

So, he has been trying to develop it.

The gaps in memory can be filled by finding opportunities in the future.

But if he encounters danger in the deep mountains and forests, only the power brought by this heat current can protect his safety and ensure that he can survive the life-and-death crisis.

There are lines on the palm, bright red like blood.

So after thinking silently for a moment, he renamed it Bloodline Skill.

But once this name came to his mind, he felt that it was not appropriate, and he could not convince himself no matter what.

After some time passed, he suddenly remembered that the most commonly used fighting method when fighting with the Red-top Gray Wolf was fists, so he changed it to Bloodline Fist.

Although it still doesn't sound quite what I want, it seems to be much more appropriate and smoother than the original Bloodline Skill.

Until he accidentally saw the red hair on the wolf's head, and then retracted his gaze to the scarlet lines that appeared from his palm to his arm, a light flashed inexplicably in the depths of his consciousness, and all his entanglements and hesitations were dispelled in an instant.

There is a line on the palm, as red as blood.

It would be better to call it the Red Line Fist.

"Red Line Fist should be called Red Line Fist."

"A punch that leaves a red line can overturn the heavens. This is the name that this cultivation method deserves."

As soon as he thought of this, he suddenly felt much more relaxed. He no longer had the previous hesitation and struggled. He came up with several names but was not satisfied with any of them.

Although he still didn't know his identity or origin, nor did he know why he woke up in the wild mountains and forests, now that he had the means to save his life and even improve his cultivation, he could continue to increase his strength and try to find back everything he had lost.

Before that, the most important thing is survival.

The so-called first is to survive, the second is to develop.

As long as these two things can be accomplished, even if you end up in such a miserable situation as now, you can get up from where you fell and hope to pursue the future you want.

Time passed quietly.

The cold autumn rain fell all night long.

It didn't stop until the night passed and the sky was about to dawn.

Wow!
The rubble at the entrance of the cave was cleared and pushed aside.

A figure in white clothes and robes came out, leading a listless leopard.

He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and looked at the blue sky after the rain.

As the sun rises, its light penetrates the clouds and paints the entire forest with a light golden color.

Facing the warm and bright sunshine, looking at the sun that looked like a golden disc, he couldn't help but feel his mind swaying and he stood there in a daze.

Deep in his consciousness, he seemed to sense a ray of faint golden light, as if it was about to break through the darkness and rise up, illuminating a large area of ​​his sea of ​​consciousness.

However, he thought about it for a long time but could not remember what he had forgotten, and it could still cast a warm and bright golden glow like the morning sun.

Time passed little by little.

He stood on the cliff in silence, as if he had merged into the stone mountain below and turned into a lifeless stone statue.

What exactly emits golden light?

And it's something he owns.

Why couldn't I find any clues after searching my whole body?

He pondered over it, and although he was still confused, he always felt that this thing was very important to him, even more important than the practice method called Red Line Fist.

It must be found at all costs.

It was not until almost noon that he suddenly woke up from his thoughts.

Looking down at the bottom of the cliff, following the source of the rustling sound, I soon discovered a bald, strong man in a bright red robe, walking south along the forest path.

The sturdy man stopped and looked up.

The two men were standing one above and one below, looking at each other from a distance of dozens of meters.

The sights intertwined in the void and collided.

He didn't know why, but the moment he saw the bright red monk's robe, he felt a sense of disgust in his heart, and there seemed to be a strange hostility rising quietly in the depths of his consciousness.

It seemed as if in the distant past, he had come into contact with a person wearing the same clothes, and there was a life-and-death hostility between the two sides.

But then again, as a hunter making a living in the mountains, what exactly happened that would cause him to provoke a red-robed monk like this?
The red-robed sturdy man put his hands together, with a hint of cold smile on his face, "God of Heaven, I never thought that this secret trip southward would be so secretive that you Southern Zhou warriors would get the news and send people to ambush in the vast mountains in advance."

"Brahma ascends to heaven?"

"A warrior from Southern Zhou?"

“It sounds very familiar, but I can’t find any memory related to it.”

"Who are you? Do you know who I am?"

He listened silently, and couldn't help but raise his hand to press his forehead to relieve the sudden and severe headache.

Blood gushed out happily from all his orifices, dripping down his cheeks, instantly making his entire body look as strange and terrifying as a ghost.

"You're playing tricks on me, you think you can scare me like this?"

The red-robed stern man sneered again, "You don't know who you are, so let me send you to the underworld to become a ghost. This way, all the obstacles to your knowledge and views will be eliminated, so that you will never be confused again."

Swish! ! !
Before the voice fell, a red cloud came shooting out like lightning.

One moment he was in the distant woods, the next he was already on the cliff.

A huge hand stretched out from the sleeves of the red robe and came down with the force of a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting.

The strong wind howled, cutting the solid rocks apart, and instantly raising a huge cloud of dust.

It blocked the figure in the middle, as if it would be crushed into powder in the next moment by the pressing palm.

boom! ! !
Suddenly there was a loud thunder.

The rapidly falling red cloud exploded without warning.

It turned into pieces of flesh and bones flying all over the sky, as if a bloody rain was falling around the shattered stone wall.

But this is not the end, but just the beginning of a more intense impact.

Immediately afterwards, the tough and thick cliff wall shattered into pieces and collapsed with an irreversible force.

The mighty shock wave spread in all directions, sweeping across a large area of ​​mountains and forests in an instant.

Wherever it passed, there was devastation. All the big trees were uprooted, along with the whistling and flying rocks, which shattered in mid-air. A large area of ​​forest was razed to the ground in an instant.

After a long time, the thick smoke and dust finally dissipated gradually.

A white robe was revealed, covering the whole area.

Under the afternoon sun, it still looks clean and new, without even a trace of dirt or blood.

"That's it?"

“The tone of his words was quite loud, and his movements in the air were quite swift and ethereal. I wondered how powerful this person was and whether he could pose a fatal threat or harm to me.

That's the result? Not to mention that he couldn't even take my weak and exhausted punch, even if he was just touched by the wind from my punch, he turned into a blood mist and was blown up by me."

He slowly retracted his punching fist, his eyes showing no joy but instead filled with deep regret.

If I had known this would happen, I should have restrained my strength just now.

It would be best to capture this person alive so that we can pry open his mouth and get more useful information from him.

Instead of what is happening now, where this guy was sent to death with one punch, and even a mountain was wiped out in an instant.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but fall silent again.

There seems to be some deviation in the speculation about one's own identity.

After all, if he were just an ordinary hunter, it would be difficult to smash a large area of ​​forest with one punch, let alone remain unscathed from such an impact.

So, his real identity is not a hunter, but a general of Southern Zhou disguised as a hunter?

If you can't figure it out, put it aside for now.

When conditions are not yet sufficient, be determined not to do anything stupid.

He quickly put the matter aside and followed a vague feeling in his heart, and soon found something glittering with golden light in the ruins.

It is a dark gold disc.

The texture feels as soft as jade, and even has a hint of warmth.

It gives people a mysterious and gorgeous feeling.

But this is not the point. What really attracted all his attention was the line of golden words that appeared silently in front of his eyes the moment he touched the dark gold disc.

The sunlight shone obliquely from the sky and shone on the disc, almost making him think that it was the reflection of the dark gold disc.

But as he turned to the direction of the backlight, he saw the line of small golden words already there, forcing him to overturn his judgment.

"The Brahma Golden Mirror was found (broken), should we repair it?"

He stared at this row of extremely familiar sub-bodies and did not respond for a long time.

Time passed little by little.

It was unknown how long it was before he slowly wiped away the blood that gushed out of his seven orifices and sighed secretly.

I still can’t remember it, not at all.

Even if I think deeply about it, I will feel as if my soul is about to be torn apart.

However, when he saw this line of small golden words and the interface that appeared behind the words, he immediately understood that this was the extremely important thing that he had been trying to find for a long time.

It can even be said that this is his deepest hidden trump card and secret.

"It's getting more and more interesting."

"Golden waves, dark nothingness, the supreme ruler; a hunter in the mountains, a great Brahma, a martial artist from the Southern Zhou Dynasty. These completely unrelated descriptions are all combined in me at the same time, which makes me even more curious about my own identity."

"The Brahma Golden Mirror was found (broken), should we repair it?"

He once again focused his attention on the golden words, and after a long silence, he finally chose no.

Mainly because of the loss of memory, even if he wanted to complete this dark gold disc, he didn't know where to start. It would be better to skip this step and see what would happen after making a choice.

shuh...

The golden words disappeared instantly, and the virtual interface behind suddenly became blurred.

Then a new line of words appeared.

"Found the Brahma Golden Mirror (broken), should we absorb it?"

He slowly exhaled a breath, and this time he chose yes without hesitation.

ding ding ding ding...

In an instant, the crisp sound was heard continuously.

It was as if the most beautiful music in the world was quietly echoing in the depths of his consciousness.

Wait until everything calms down.

He suddenly discovered that in the equally golden illusory interface, there was a large area of ​​gray that was impossible to touch or perceive.

It was as if it had been cut off, or covered up, erasing all the existence of all content in that area.

Moreover, he had an inexplicable feeling, that is, this gray area had a very deep relationship with himself. Losing it would be like a skyscraper being cut off and stripped of its skeleton and foundation. No matter how solid and reliable it was and how it reached into the sky, it would fall apart and collapse.

However, at the edge of this gray chaos, he suddenly made an exciting discovery.

"Red Lian double line, breaking the limit and the final stage."

"It turned out to be a description interface about the Red Line Fist."

“So, the name I gave to that punch was not a sudden inspiration, but a reappearance of the content engraved in the deepest part of my memory.”

"But, in the description of the Scarlet Snake Red Line, what does this sentence mean by improvement based on the Hongmeng Dao Body?
Could it be that in addition to the Red Line Fist, there is another cultivation method called the Hongmeng Dao Body?"

His brows slowly furrowed, and he fell into deep thought as he looked at the small golden words that appeared again.

"Do you want to consume a status bar gold coin to increase the progress of the Red Line Fist training?"

"Consume gold coins to improve progress?"

"Hasn't it already reached the final stage of the Chi Lian Double Line? Could it be that it can break through the boundaries and continue to move forward, or even reach the level of Thousands of Threads?"

Driven by an indescribable sense of urgency, he held his breath and clicked on the yes option.

Swish!
The Unreal interface became blurry again.

A breath that made him deeply immersed and felt extremely familiar suddenly poured into his body.

The heat flow starts from the palm of the hand and becomes much thicker visibly with the naked eye.

The extremely weak and tired body seemed to be injected with a bit of vitality.

He took a deep breath of the moist and cool air, feeling the meandering and extraordinary hot current, and suddenly the four words "Qi and Blood Martial Arts" emerged in his mind.

"The heat flow is the Qi and blood. The stronger the red line, the stronger the Qi and blood, and the stronger the strength."

"So, in order to eliminate that inexplicable sense of urgency and to deal with possible dangers, we must seize every opportunity to improve our Red Line Fist."

As soon as he thought of this, the second gold coin disappeared quietly.

Time passed quietly, and gold coins were continuously invested in practice.

Several days passed in a flash.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the inky black sky.

Although the lost memories have not been recovered yet.

The gray area in the status bar is not displayed.

The bloody network inside the body seemed to have been destroyed by a typhoon and had not been repaired or supplemented.

But compared to when he just woke up in the mountains, he felt more confident.

And all this was brought about by the Chilian Baixian.

(End of this chapter)