Alienated Martial Arts

It was late at night, and the wind and rain did not stop, but became stronger.

Outside the cave, the cold wind howled, the rain was pouring, and 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, and the blood flowed freely under their bodies, and soon solidified into a colloid-like state.

In addition, there was a shivering leopard.

It huddled in the corner motionlessly, not even daring to howl loudly.

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

And the one who caused all this was the man in white clothes and robes, who seemed a little abnormal.

With its extremely limited intelligence and the survival experience passed down from generation to generation, once it sees these guys standing on two legs, the best choice is to turn around and run away regardless of anything, and there is no need to put itself in danger for a meal.

However, in front of him, its proud speed and sharp reaction became useless.

It didn't even figure out what happened.

It only felt a gust of wind whistling, followed by a sudden explosion of thunder, and everything suddenly changed.

"I have been to this mountain before."

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

"What are you shaking, can you understand what I say?"

He immediately became interested and lowered his head to perceive carefully.

He even forcibly opened its eyelids to observe what kind of eyes were flashing inside.

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

He sighed softly, feeling disappointed for some reason. "I have killed mountain wolves and caught leopards. So my identity is just a hunter?"

"The scenes I saw in my dream just now, the life-and-death battle with the so-called master in the endless void, are just false illusions made up after wild imagination?"

Speaking of this, he lowered his head and looked down, his eyes fell on his hands rubbing the smooth fur, and a puzzled expression appeared between his eyebrows again.

The strands of heat flow quietly appeared from the palm of his hand, and then flowed along the wrist to the forearm, finally forming a repetitive cycle.

Although he didn't know what it was, he seemed to be very familiar with the heat flow, and he didn't even need to control it deliberately, and he completed the cycle again and again like instinct.

Who am I.

Where did I come from.

Where am I going.

He couldn't find the answers to these questions, as if his memory before waking up was completely missing.

Even the heat flow in the palm of his hand, like a blood line, he only knew it but didn't know why.

But the moment he discovered the heat flow of the blood line, he knew that these things were very important, perhaps the foundation of his livelihood, and the biggest contributor to his ability to kill the wolf pack alone.

So, he has been trying to develop and expand it.

The blanks in his memory can be found and filled in later.

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

There is a line in the palm of his hand, bright red like blood.

So after a moment of silent thinking, he renamed it the Blood Line Gong.

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

After another period of time, he suddenly remembered that when he fought with the red-topped gray wolf, the most used fighting method was fists, so he changed it to blood line fists.

Although it still doesn't sound quite in line with his heart, it seems to be much more appropriate and smoother than the original blood line Gong.

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 instantly dispelled.

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

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

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

"A red line punch can turn the world upside down, this is the name that this practice should have."

When he thought of this, he suddenly became much more relaxed, and there was no more entanglement and hesitation before. He took several names in succession and was not satisfied.

Although he still didn't know his identity and origin, and didn't know why he woke up in the wild mountains and forests, but since he had a way to save his life and even improve his practice, he could continue to strengthen his strength and try to find back everything he had lost.

Before that, the most important thing was only the word "survival".

The so-called first survival, second development.

As long as these two things can be done, even if it is such a miserable situation 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.

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

Crash!

The rubble at the entrance of the cave was cleared and pushed away.

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

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

The sun rose, and the light penetrated the clouds, painting a layer of light gold on the entire mountain forest.

Facing the warm and bright sunshine, looking at the sun that looked like a golden disk, he couldn't help but feel his mind swaying and flying, and was stunned on the spot.

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

However, he thought for a long time and couldn't remember what he had forgotten, and he could still project warm and bright golden rays of light like the morning sun.

Time passed by little by little.

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

What on earth would emit golden light?

And it was something he owned.

Why did he search all over his body but didn't find any clues.

He pondered hard, although he was still confused, but 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 near noon that he suddenly woke up from his meditation.

Looking down at the cliff, he followed the rustling sound and soon found a bald man in a red robe, walking south along the forest path.

The man stopped and looked up.

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

Their sights intertwined in the void and met.

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

It seemed that in the distant past, he had come into contact with a person wearing the same clothes, and the two sides were in a life-and-death hostile relationship.

But then again, as a hunter making a living in the mountains, what happened that made him provoke a similar red-robed monk?

The red-robed sturdy man put his hands together, with a cold smile on his face, "Great Brahma Shengtian, I didn't expect that this secret trip to the south would be so secretive that you, the Southern Zhou warriors, would get the news and send people to ambush in the vast mountains in advance."

"Great Brahma Shengtian?"

"Southern Zhou warrior?"

"It sounds 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 eyebrows to relieve the sudden and severe headache.

Blood gushed out from his seven orifices happily, dripping down his cheeks, and instantly made the whole person look as weird and terrifying as a ghost.

"You pretend to be a ghost, think you can scare me like this?"

The red-robed sturdy man sneered again, "You don't know who you are, then let me send you to the underground to be a ghost, so that you can break all the obstacles of knowledge and perception, so that you will never fall into confusion again."

Swish! ! !

Before the voice fell, a red cloud shot over.

It was still in the distant forest the previous moment, and it was already on the cliff the next moment.

The big hand stretched out from the sleeve of the big red robe, pressing down with the force of a landslide.

The strong wind whistled, and the solid rocks were cut and separated, and a large cloud of dust was instantly raised.

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

Boom! ! !

Suddenly, a thunder exploded.

The rapidly falling red cloud exploded without any sign.

It turned into flying pieces of bones and flesh, as if a bloody rain fell around the shattered stone wall.

But this was not an end, but just the beginning of a more violent impact.

Then, the tough and thick cliff shattered inch by inch, and collapsed with an irreversible force.

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

Wherever he passed, there was a mess. All the big trees were uprooted, and together with the whistling and flying rocks, they broke and disintegrated in the air. A large area of ​​forest was razed to the ground in an instant.

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

Revealing the white clothes covered in it.

Under the shining of the afternoon sun, it still looked neat and new, without even a trace of dirty blood stains.

"That's it?"

"The tone of his words was quite big, and the movement of soaring into the air was quite swift and ethereal. I thought this person could be so powerful and whether he would cause fatal threats and harm to me.

The result was just this? Not to mention that he couldn't even take a punch from me in a weak and tired state, even if he was just touched by a little fist wind, he turned into a blood mist in the sky and was directly blown up by me."

He slowly retracted his punch, and his eyes showed no joy, but instead were filled with a strong sense of regret.

If I had known this, I should have restrained some of my strength just now.

It would be better to capture this person alive, so as to pry open his mouth and get more useful information from him.

Instead of sending this guy to the west with one punch, and even instantly wiping out a mountaintop.

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

There seemed to be some deviation in the speculation about his identity.

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

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

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

Under the circumstances that are not sufficient, resolutely do not do stupid things that are too stubborn.

He quickly put this matter aside for the time being, and following the faint feeling in his heart, he soon found something shining with golden light in the ruins.

It was a dark gold disc.

The texture felt as warm as jade, and even had a trace of warmth.

It gave people a mysterious and gorgeous feeling.

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

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

But as he turned to the direction of the backlight, the line of golden small words already existed, so he had to overturn his judgment.

"Found the Brahma Golden Mirror (broken), whether to repair it."

He stared at this line of extremely familiar sub-body, and did not respond for a long time.

Time passed bit by bit.

I don't know how long it took before he slowly wiped away the blood that gushed out of his seven orifices and sighed secretly.

Still can't remember, not at all.

Even if he thinks deeply about it, he will feel the pain of his soul flying away immediately.

However, when he saw this line of golden words and the interface behind the words, he immediately understood that this was the extremely important thing that he had recalled for a long time before and couldn't find.

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, supreme master; mountain hunter, Brahma Shengtian, Southern Zhou martial artist, these unrelated descriptions, unexpectedly gathered together in me at the same time, which makes me more curious about my identity."

"Found the Brahma Golden Mirror (broken), whether to complete it."

He focused his attention on the golden words again, 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's better to skip this step directly and see what will happen after making a choice.

Swish...

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

Then a new line of words appeared.

"Found Brahma Golden Mirror (broken), do you want to absorb it?"

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

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding...

Instantly, the crisp sound continued.

It was like the most beautiful music in the world, quietly echoing in the depths of his consciousness.

When everything calmed down.

He suddenly discovered that in the virtual interface that was also golden, there was a large area of ​​gray that was untouchable and imperceptible.

It was like being cut off, or covered up, erasing the existence of all the contents in that area.

And he had an inexplicable feeling that this gray area had a very deep relationship with himself. Losing it was like a skyscraper being cut off and its skeleton and foundation were pulled out. No matter how solid and reliable it was, it could only fall apart and collapse.

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

"Red Snake Double Line, Breaking Limit Final Stage."

"It's actually the description interface of the Red Line Fist."

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

"But, in the description of the Red Snake Red Line, what does this sentence mean for improvement based on the Hongmeng Dao Body?

Could it be that in addition to the Red Line Fist, there is also a practice method called the Hongmeng Dao Body?"

He frowned slowly, looking at the golden small words that appeared again and fell into deep thought.

"Do you want to consume a status bar gold coin to improve the progress of the Red Line Fist practice."

"Consume gold coins to improve the progress?"

"Isn't it already the Red Snake Double Line, Breaking Limit Final Stage? Can it break the limit and continue to move forward, and even reach the level of thousands of threads?"

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

Swish!

The virtual interface became blurred again.

A breath that made him deeply immersed and felt extremely familiar, poured into his body at this time.

The heat flow started from the palm of his hand, and it became much thicker and stronger.

The body that was weak and exhausted to the extreme seemed to be injected with a trace of vitality.

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

"The heat flow is 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 deal with possible dangers, we must seize every opportunity to improve the 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 dark sky.

Although he still hadn't found the missing memory.

The gray area in the status bar was 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 by the Red Hundred Threads.