Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

Chapter 514

Have you ever had insomnia?

Everyone tells you it's time to sleep, and you know it's time for you. But he was extremely energetic and not sleepy at all.

Everyone has fallen asleep. If you listen carefully, you can still hear the light or heavy snoring of others. Only you are still awake.

The neon lights of the building opposite the window are flashing all night long, just like you are sleeping.

It wasn't until dawn the next day that belated fatigue came over me, and I finally fell asleep.

But Qiao Mu is different.

It is like the neon light of the building opposite, which stays on all night and during the day.

People came and went on the road, but he was always bright, always energetic, and never tired.

He has the power of immortality, just like the eternal sun. The tides in the world rise and fall, but he always lights up...

But in fact, the sun is a big fireball after all, and it will eventually go out, but it will live forever.

"So, why can I live forever?"

Qiao Mu was lying on the grass in his dream, his head resting on his hands, thinking about this problem.

He was not practicing martial arts in his dream.

Because practicing martial arts is meaningless.

Even in the ancient world of immortality, Mahayana monks were the top giants, and almost all Mahayana monks in the world died in his hands.

In his long life of more than 18,000 years, he has never seen a creature more powerful than him, so what is the point of continuing to practice martial arts to become stronger?

Oh, except for the Emperor of Heaven, who is a dead body, not a living creature.

The greatest pursuit of immortal monks is to achieve immortality and ascend to immortality. In the final analysis, what they seek is "immortality."

Qiao Mu has long stood at the end point that is beyond the reach of all immortal monks, and his current martial arts cultivation is unrivaled in history.

So what else does he do to practice martial arts?

He wasn't practicing martial arts today. Today he was thinking about a question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time.

"Why can I live forever? What is the Lock of Immortality, where does it come from, and why is it born?"

"What is the point of my immortality?"

The tree lay quietly on the grass, watching the clouds rolling in the sky and the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, day after day.

These questions often seem vague and abstract.

But after experiencing what he thought was near death and a long period of fifty thousand years, it kept appearing in his mind.

He had no intention of practicing martial arts at all.

From the time when he was more than five thousand years old, the Kuafu tribe began to practice daily. The sun he chased in his heart was actually his own death.

This is the end point of this 18,000-year-old race.

And now, like Kuafu chasing the sun, he has discovered that the sun is elusive.

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In the ruins of heaven.

"You must be lying to me, trying to steal the opportunity to become an immortal, and destroy my Taoist heart!"

Di Ting's words made the Sword Sect's Patriarch more and more anxious. With a flick of his sleeve, a strong wind blew Di Ting away and at the same time, he strode towards the throne of the Emperor of Heaven.

But before approaching the throne of the Emperor of Heaven, the Patriarch of the Sword Sect suddenly had a whim and stopped a few steps away from the throne of the Emperor of Heaven, pinching and calculating with his hands.

The monks in the Hedao stage in this world are all living fossils who have lived for more than ten thousand years. Why don't they dabble in the method of divination and deduction?

They are just not as good at what Patriarch Tianshu is good at.

But before approaching the throne, the founder of the Sword Sect suddenly stopped.

He calculated in his hands for a long time before hesitatingly taking a step forward. At the same time, a sword ball was spinning on his fingertips.

With the Young Patriarch and others having learned from the past, he would naturally not trust others.

As long as he thinks about it, this sword pill will turn into a sword light that splashes into the sky, sweeping away all variables.

Just taking this step, the luster of the Taoist robes and robes on his body suddenly faded slightly, and the sword pill in his hand suddenly lost its power and fell with a clatter in front of the main hall.

"This..." Before the Sword Sect Patriarch could figure it out, he heard wild laughter coming from behind him.

Na Di Ting was laughing so hard that she couldn't stand upright and almost rolled on the ground.

"You are so ridiculous!" The Sword Sect Patriarch was furious for no reason. He took a few steps back and stretched out his hand, only to be blown away by Ting Ting. He was caught by an invisible strong wind and suspended in his hand.

"As things stand now, it's better to be cautious." The Patriarch of the Sword Sect stretched out his finger, and the invisible strong wind threw Di Ting forward, and it just happened to land under the throne of the Emperor of Heaven.

After doing all this, the founder of the Sword Sect stared directly at Di Ting.

This person is throwing stones to ask for directions, and what he is throwing is to listen to this annoying big stone!

It was just beyond his expectation.

Di Ting didn't seem to be greatly affected. He didn't even stand up. He laughed and rolled directly in front of the Emperor's throne. His wanton laughter echoed in the Lingxiao Palace.

"I laugh at you for being suspicious and cautious, but no matter how clever you are, in the face of your obsession with immortality, you will eventually become a fool like those people."

"It's okay if you don't get involved, but if you get involved, everything will be in vain."

The Sword Sect Patriarch's expression suddenly changed. He vaguely thought of something and took a few steps forward.

But as he approached the corpse of the Emperor of Heaven on the throne, his Taoist robes and robes lost their aura again, and his sword pill also fell to the ground out of control.

The vast magic power of the Hedao stage is still there. It's not that he suddenly lost his magic power. It's just that he can't leverage the power of the outside world and can't use any magic.

"You, you did this on purpose?!" The Sword Sect's Patriarch took a few steps back and gradually became more and more excited:

"Do you really think that I can't do anything to you if you get close to the invulnerable corpse of the Emperor of Heaven?"

"It doesn't seem too stupid." Diting chuckled and said:

"Among the outer worlds of the heavens, the Immortal Way is the most respected, and all others are heretics."

"Whether it was the ancient gods and demons who were born when Chaos first emerged, or the monsters who were born by gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, they were all defeated by the immortal monks in the end."

"When the Emperor of Heaven takes charge of the Immortal Realm, the most powerful enemies of the immortal cultivators in this world will naturally be each other."

“When the Emperor of Heaven attains the ‘invulnerability of all laws’, he will naturally become the leader of all immortals and the master of the immortal world.”

"Do you think that a person like the Emperor of Heaven would leave his body to future generations of immortal cultivators so that those who come after him can obtain his original immortal energy?"

The Patriarch of the Sword Sect stood there in a daze, listening, a little confused.

"Invulnerable to all means, are you protecting against other immortal cultivators in the immortal world?"

Thinking of this, he also had a better idea: Patriarch Lingxu and other Mahayana monks arrived in heaven as early as possible.

But except for the tree, no one dared to touch the body of the Emperor of Heaven on the throne.

Among them, there is certainly the awe that Mahayana monks have when facing the Emperor of Heaven.

But reverence is not an ironclad rule.

For example, the Young Patriarch and others are all figures with an iron heart.

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This corpse of the Heavenly Emperor is the only corpse among the empty ruins of Heaven. Anyone who looks at it will know that there must be something fishy in it.

But they didn't move for a long time. In addition to being in awe, they actually felt something with their spiritual senses, just like the founder of the Sword Sect approached the throne of the Emperor of Heaven and stopped to calculate on a whim.

Thinking of this, the Patriarch of the Sword Sect suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he understood:

"When the Patriarch of the Eternal Life Sect was about to die, he was missing more than one step."

"Even if he doesn't die at the hands of the Qiao family, but wins the battle, he will still be like me, who can only sigh in despair and not get that ray of the original immortal energy of the Emperor of Heaven..."

In front of the Emperor of Heaven, no matter it is a monk in the Hedao stage like the founder of the Sword Sect, a peak in the Mahayana stage, or a master of both magic and martial arts.

In fact, there is no difference.

"One step away is the chasm, and so close is the end of the world. After all, you can't get what you ask for!"

The ancestor of the Sword Sect almost shattered his teeth. At this moment, an unknown fire rose in his heart:

"What did Master Shu figure out that day? What kind of opportunity is this to become an immortal? It was all calculated for us in Guixu!"

"No one can become an immortal! No one can live forever! At most, I can only come here to see the ruins of Heaven and the corpse of the Emperor of Heaven!"

After being furious, his mood calmed down slightly, and he just stood there, looking at the corpse of the Emperor of Heaven.

"No, there must be a way, there must be a turning point."

"Let me think about it again, think about it again..."

He stood there, pinching and calculating in his hands, sometimes looking happy and sometimes looking sad, as if he was possessed.

Di Ting, on the other hand, leaned on the throne of the Emperor of Heaven, lying casually in the Lingxiao Palace, grinning and saying:

"No matter how smart a person is in this world, it is impossible to stay sane forever."

"How can anyone remain calm forever if they really see the obsession in their heart that they don't get what they want?"

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"So, no one can become an immortal, and no one can live forever."

In the dream of immortality, Qiao Mu stood in the sea of ​​clouds, looking down at the long fight between himself and the three Mahayana monks in the dream, watching the battle over and over again from the perspective of a bystander.

Then in the tenth year of his dream of immortality, he came to the same conclusion as the founder of the Sword Sect.

The founder of the Sword Sect was deliberately pointed out and guided by Di Ting, while Qiao Mu relied on memories in dreams to reappear and replayed the game countless times.

Because he is immortal.

Therefore, the three Mahayana monks will definitely lose. The only difference is how many times they can kill Qiao Mu.

And he will eventually live to the end and become the only winner in this fight in the ruins of heaven.

"The opportunity for becoming an immortal as calculated by ancestor Tianshu is elusive. No one can get the wisp of immortal energy emanating from the body of the Emperor of Heaven."

With a thought in Qiao Mu's mind, the memory reappeared, starting from the successive fights between him and Patriarch Qingmu and the others.

These four people are all figures who stand at the top of the human world. They can move mountains, fill seas, collapse mountains and crack rocks with all their strength. Their power is astonishing.

However, no matter how fiercely they fought, the body of the Emperor of Heaven was still not affected by the aftermath, and was the quietest eye in the storm.

"These Immortal Sect Patriarchs are destined to fail. It is impossible to obtain a ray of immortal energy flowing out of the Emperor of Heaven's corpse."

"Only I am immortal. I am destined to live to the end, and I can also be close to the invulnerable corpse of the Emperor of Heaven. If I am willing, I may even be able to get that ray of immortal energy after resurrection."

At this moment, when I read my own memories of my lifetime from the perspective of a bystander, I made a different discovery.

In this battle in the Return to Heaven, it seemed that he had overcome all odds and exhausted all his martial arts skills to win. In the end, when the oil was exhausted, he relied on a flash of inspiration and thought of using the corpse of the Emperor of Heaven as a sword, and he won.

But when Qiao Mu learned about his immortal nature, everything changed invisibly.

It seems that he is a personal effort, using his martial arts and talents, but in fact the victory or defeat has already been determined.

The person who survives to the end will definitely be him.

He is destined to be the one who gets that wisp of the Heavenly Emperor's original immortal energy.

So, why?

"It seems to be a personal effort, but in fact it is the inevitable fate of fate, and the outcome has already been determined."

Qiao Mu frowned and looked back.

In his long life of 18,000 years, he had actually felt like being played by fate many times.

He wished to die but failed.

If you die seeking morality, you will have the dream of immortality that lasts hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of years.

The more vigorous the death, the longer the dream of immortality will be. Is this a reward or a punishment?

It's like a fish caught in a net without knowing it. The more it struggles, the harder it works, the more it gets entangled in the fishnet.

"Yeah, why?"

Qiao Mu frowned and finished a set of longevity fists facing the morning glow. He exhaled like an arrow and stood up with his fists closed.

Then he looked at his hands in astonishment and was startled.

In the past ten years, he has not had the slightest desire to practice martial arts, and has just wasted his time endlessly.

But when he was deep in thought, his body naturally fired a set of longevity punches.

After more than 18,000 years, Qiao Mu has practiced martial arts such as Changsheng Fist as smoothly and naturally as breathing, and has been integrated into his body instincts.

Even though he had no idea or desire to practice martial arts, he still started practicing boxing unconsciously.

"Forget it, let nature take its course."

Qiao Mu no longer tried his best to curb his thoughts of practicing martial arts, but just let nature take its course.

It’s okay to practice martial arts, it’s okay not to practice, that’s it.

For Qiao Mu, martial arts is a way of self-improvement.

From the human world to the ruins, there is no strong enemy that he cannot defeat. So for him now, the meaning of martial arts has changed.

"Just think of it as a way to kill time."

"Maybe if I keep practicing, fifty thousand years will pass like this..."

"Although fifty thousand years is long, it is only ten times longer than the dream of immortality. This is not the first time that the chain has been broken in the past."

"It's been this way for more than eighteen thousand years, which is only three times the length of our previous lives."

Qiao Mu no longer suppressed his instinct to practice martial arts, and started practicing boxing in the morning glow, over and over again.

The affairs of the human world are over, and he has also taken the lives of the ancestors of the Immortal Sect while returning to the ruins. Logically speaking, he no longer has many worries in his heart. He should have fulfilled his great wish and be as calm as water.

The Changshengquan Human Dao Sutra and the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu that accumulates true energy are an indispensable daily breakfast and the foundation of martial arts.

Lunch is the martial arts that should be continued to improve until the perfect state, such as "Dayan Jue" and so on.

Dessert after a meal is a replay of memories, a replay of the battle in the heart.

The mind is more relaxed during dinner, which is suitable for letting yourself go and practicing new martial arts.

Day after day, Qiao Mu arranged the days in his dream of immortality to be very fulfilling, as if he did not know the nature of his immortality. He was trying to live as before, pretending that nothing had happened.

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