I have a martial arts cheat

Chapter 285 Hanging the Soul of the Heavenly Tomb
The mystery between life and death is difficult for even a Dou Sheng to comprehend.

Xiao Xuan is already the fighting power of the ceiling in this world, but even he can't reverse life and death like Xiao Feng, and resurrect people from the form of a true spirit brand.

Seeing Xiao Hong examining his hands in doubt, and seeing his surprised eyes staring at him, Xiao Xuan became more and more sure.

Xiao Hong is really alive.

"Brother Xiao Xuan, did you resurrect me?"

Xiao Hong said, but Xiao Xuan's mouth became more and more bitter, he shook his head.

"You overestimated me. I am still half dead. It is the strongest junior of the Xiao clan who saved you."

Xiao Hong was taken aback for a moment, seeing Xiao Feng's unremarkable and ordinary appearance, he nodded suspiciously.

In Dou Qi Continent, there is no shortage of all kinds of strange fighting skills, but on the matter of resurrection, few people study it.

Maybe a thousand years ago, when Emperor Dou was still alive, someone had revived a strong Dou Sheng, but... like a person like Xiao Feng...

It can really be said to be against the sky.

It is a natural principle in people's impression that people cannot be resurrected after death, just like the apple will fall from the tree branch to the ground when it is ripe, it is one of the most original rules of heaven and earth.

but……

What exactly do people rely on to live?How to define a person is alive?
If it is the physical body, the fighters in the world of fighting spirit, who have cultivated to the realm of Dou Zun, can escape with a trace of soul power and be reborn.

If it is a soul, the Jinglian demon sage in the realm of fighting saints, when the main body breaks through the Doudi and falls, the trace of the remaining trace of the true spirit can also occupy Xiao Yan's body and fight with the Jinglian demon fire of the seven-star fighting saint. .

Is the imprint of the true spirit the most original existence of human beings?
But this kind of true spirit imprint exists in almost every soul power, and it only needs to spend a certain amount of power to extract it.

It's just the brand of the true spirit, unable to speak, unable to move, is such a person alive?Or is it a trace of its existence?

Nobody knows.

Ordinary people, from birth to death, from crying in a low voice, to losing consciousness and falling into darkness, to being forgotten.

A person's existence is thus lost.

This has been the case since ancient times.

Only history books will record the fate of some people, but not everyone's fate.

And on the Dou Qi Continent, there are no history books, which means...

Even if it is a Dou Sheng, if he cannot transcend time and time, if he cannot be independent from the long river of fate that exists in the dark, he will not be able to determine how many people exist in another corner of the Dou Qi Continent, whether he is alive or dead .

Just like what a fighting saint once said, I know that millions of people can survive in a city, but with one punch, millions of people will die in this city.

The names and existence of these million people can only be repeated and remembered by the other hundreds of thousands of people who have the slightest connection with these million people.But what about those who are in contact with everyone in the city? Who remembers their existence?
Except for the sky that never really existed.

Who remembers those humble existences?

Xiao Hong's resurrection gave Xiao Xuan confidence.

He looked at Xiao Feng and said.

"Xiao Feng, you really are a capable person, and you can easily do things that I can't even do."

Xiao Xuan encouraged Xiao Feng, and then said.

"But such a heaven-defying thing, I'm afraid the damage to you is extraordinary, right?"

Xiao Xuan said, but Xiao Feng said very calmly.

"Is this something against the sky? I can't see it, and the sky hasn't stopped me from doing it."

Xiao Feng's words made Xiao Xuan silent.

Ever since Xiao Xuan could remember, the heavens had only a name, and never appeared in the human world. Even if the soul clan slaughtered one party and killed millions of lives, there was no messenger from the heavens.

So, after a brief silence, Xiao Xuan laughed. "That's right, then I leave my affairs to you. The glory of the Xiao Clan is left to you!"

Xiao Xuan said, his eyes were full of anticipation.

"Resurrect me! Xiao Feng!"

But just when Xiao Feng was about to agree, the sky suddenly darkened, as if some kind of existence was about to completely descend into the world.In the depths of the Heavenly Tomb, the Blood Knife Saint and the others stood up abruptly.

"Is it coming??!"

On the ground, some energy bodies that were still fighting suddenly stiffened and lowered their bodies. There were some fluctuations in their scarlet and numb eyes, and then they trembled and looked up at the sky, full of fear and hatred.

But at this moment, at the end of the empty space, there was a sudden rumbling loud noise. The loud noise was like thunder, sweeping away from the depths of the void, causing many energy bodies in the tomb to tremble violently.

An unfathomable soul fluctuation like the sea suddenly emerged.

And the gray void squirmed, and a gigantic giant face about ten thousand zhang suddenly melted out of the nothingness and appeared in the sky. The giant face was covered with indifference.

"Xiao Xuan? You want to be resurrected! Have you ever asked me! Since Emperor Dou built the Heavenly Tomb! There has never been a Dou Sheng who can walk out alive! You are already a dead man!"

The cold voice, like thunder, lingered between the sky and the earth.

But before Xiao Xuan could speak, Xiao Feng suddenly laughed.

"When will it be your turn to talk about the matter between me and Patriarch Xiao Xuan? It's just a small collection of remnant souls!"

"Gathering of remnant souls?! It seems that I want to let you know how powerful I am!"

The soul of the tomb said with a sneer that day, and immediately from the giant mouth, a huge and incomparable soul storm suddenly spewed out. The storm spun wildly, like a sharp cone, and bombarded towards Xiao Feng.

But Xiao Feng shook his head.

"too weak"

As Xiao Feng said, he stretched out his hand to hold it, and the black hole of nothingness condensed in his hand, and the soul storm fell into the black hole in Xiao Feng's palm like a sheep entering the mouth of a tiger, and there was no reaction at all.

Then Xiao Feng stepped a little, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the bottom of the soul of the sky tomb, and then kicked upwards suddenly.

boom!
The void burst, and the soul of the tomb formed by the void let out a howl.

"How is it possible that mere physical skills can also hurt my soul?"

But Xiao Feng only smiled.

"Is there more you don't know? The Milky Way starburst!"

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Feng's fist was like a Milky Way erupting, and countless fist shadows were swung out. Every time the fist fell, the stars trembled and the void shook.

And under that fist, the soul of the celestial tomb could only mourn again and again.

"Forgive me! Stop! I won't fight anymore! I'll give you the Heavenly Tomb!"

But Xiao Feng had never heard of it before, and another blow was blown out as swiftly and violently as if the stars were shattered.

"late!"

"You forced me! Burn my soul! Kill all enemies!"

The soul of the celestial tomb finally understood that if he didn't try his best, Xiao Feng would beat him to death. Right now, the light in his body was shining brightly, and there was a faint flame surging, which wanted to burn his soul to kill Xiao Feng!
(End of this chapter)