Beginning with the Five Animals Fist to Become a Saint

South of the Great Xia lies the territory of the Demon Kingdom.

As the Martial Saint Spirit Body pointed out, white light burst forth and entered the dragon's forehead.

hum-

boom--

First came a low humming sound, which then erupted into a deafening red roar.

A dazzling white light burst forth from the dragon's head, eyes, ears, nose, and even the gaps in its scales.

It was only for a moment.

The dazzling light disappeared.

The evil dragon, which had been raised high, seemed to have lost all its support and slowly fell downwards.

Boom—

As he crashed heavily to the ground, the earth trembled and stones fell.

The dragon's tail crashed down, slamming back into the pitch-black pool, creating towering waves that roared loudly.

Its head now hung limply on the jagged pile of bones, the light in its scarlet vertical pupils had completely dimmed, and it was lifeless.

The hazy white light around the Martial Saint Spirit continued to flow as usual. He slowly withdrew his fingers, as if he had merely brushed away some dust.

Just then.

Before Jiang Ning and the others could recover from the shock of the evil dragon's demise, ripples suddenly appeared in the space above the cold pool.

An aura far more ancient and majestic than that of the evil dragon emanated from the depths of the void, causing the entire rock wall of the Burial Dragon Abyss to tremble and murmur.

"Mo Chen, it's been a long time."

The deep voice, though not loud, resonated directly in everyone's souls, vibrating within their minds and bodies.

The Demon King Hei Yu's expression changed drastically, and he immediately knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

Among the demon race, strength is paramount, and the hierarchy based on bloodline and strength is the most severe.

At this moment, Bai Li also bowed her head, a complex emotion flashing in her icy blue eyes.

As the sound faded, a figure slowly solidified at the center of the ripples.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a long black robe with dragon patterns. His hair was as black as ink, his face was cold and stern, and his vertical pupils were as deep as an abyss, with a hidden golden light flowing through them.

He stood with his hands behind his back above the icy pool, with no demonic energy surging around him. Instead, he exuded a kind of tranquil simplicity, as if he had merged with the world around him.

Demon Emperor!

Jiang Ning felt a chill run down his spine.

Although he had never met him before, the man's imposing presence made him instantly realize that this man was the legendary ruler of the demon kingdom.

"Mo Chen!" The name popped into his mind again.

This name was just spoken by the Demon Emperor.

"Could it be that the Martial Saint's name is Mo Chen?" The thought flashed through his mind.

At this moment, the Demon Emperor's gaze did not fall on the Martial Saint Spirit Body or Bai Li, but swept over the corpse of the evil dragon in the cold pool, a faint satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"Mo Chen, it's been many years, yet your actions are still as swift as ever. This wicked dragon has fallen into the demonic path, attempting to devour flesh and blood to further its transformation into a dragon. Today, it has finally been slain, relieving me of a great worry." The Demon Emperor looked at the Martial Spirit Body shrouded in a hazy white light, his voice calm.

"Speak! Why did you summon me?" The Martial Spirit Body said calmly, "Using the Holy Martial Token for a dragon with less than five thousand years of cultivation is a waste of talent. I'm sure your thoughts are not that simple."

The Demon Emperor shook his head slightly: "I don't have any particular ideas. I just feel that if I don't use the Holy Martial Token soon, this token will become useless."

As the words fell, a sharp and piercing aura filled the surroundings, making Jiang Ning and the others feel as if they were being pricked by thorns, and their whole bodies turned cold.

The Demon Emperor continued, "The agreement of the Holy Martial Decree has been fulfilled today. However, although this evil dragon is an anomaly of my demon race, it ultimately possesses the bloodline of my dragon race. Its corpse, essence, and even the dragon essence that is about to be condensed all belong to my demon race. According to the ancient rites of my demon race, the remains of a member of the same race should be disposed of within the race and it is inconvenient to hand them over to outsiders."

These words were spoken.

A soft laugh suddenly came from the audience.

"I see! So you still want to fight me! If you want to fight, just say so, why beat around the bush like this!"

The voice was calm, yet carried a knowing mockery.

The voice clearly came from the mouth of the Martial Spirit Body.

"Oh? So, Mo Chen, you want to continue our unfinished battle here?" The Demon Emperor raised an eyebrow, golden light swirling in his vertical pupils, and the aura of profound stillness around him began to slowly rise.

Although no pressure was deliberately released, the entire underground space of the Burial Dragon Abyss seemed to freeze, even the air became viscous and heavy, and the flow of the crimson magma on the rock walls slowed down.

As the oppressive aura spread, Jiang Ning felt his breath catch in his throat, his heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, and his blood circulation became somewhat sluggish.

Bai Li, standing beside him, was even paler, a hint of worry flashing in her icy blue eyes.

Demon King Hei Yu knelt on the ground, his body trembling slightly, not daring to breathe.

"Simply exerting such terrifying pressure, is this the ruler of the demon kingdom, the demon emperor?" Jiang Ning's heart grew heavy.

This moment.

He was quite certain that he was no match for the ruler of this demon kingdom.

The difference in strength is completely on a different level.

This is a gap that cannot be bridged simply by virtue of his many supernatural powers and characteristics.

"How many years of cultivation does the Demon King, the ruler of the Demon Kingdom, possess?" Another thought arose in his mind.

Just then, another soft laugh rang out.

"It seems you've accumulated quite a bit of confidence over the years!"

The sound echoed in the empty underground space.

next moment.

The hazy white light surrounding the Martial Saint Spirit suddenly receded and merged into his body, revealing a handsome young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes.

Then, the young man stepped forward, facing the Demon Emperor's slowly rising, overwhelming pressure that was enough to solidify space.

Boom—

This step seemed to shatter some invisible shackles, causing the entire underground space of the Burial Dragon Abyss to tremble violently.

Then, without building up his momentum, he simply threw a single punch.

This punch, though seemingly slow, seemed to carry the will of the entire world.

Wherever the fist passed, space froze inch by inch, and then shattered piece by piece, revealing deep void cracks behind it.

The Demon Emperor's vertical pupils shrank abruptly, and his black dragon robe fluttered without wind, instantly surrounded by a layer of solidified dark golden dragon-shaped energy.

The energy surged like a bell, instantly transforming into nine layers that enveloped his entire body.

Then, the Martial Saint's fist touched the dark golden dragon-shaped energy.

click-

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and the bell formed from the dark golden energy instantly burst open with countless cracks before completely exploding.

The force of the punches did not wane, and continued to penetrate the second, third, and even ninth levels!

The bell formed from the ninefold energy was completely annihilated in an instant, while the fist continued its momentum, slamming into the Demon Emperor's chest.

Bang! ! !
A dull, resounding crash, like the striking of an ancient bell, rippled through the air. The Demon Emperor's body trembled violently, and countless cracks appeared on his dark dragon robe.

He grunted, his body flying backward uncontrollably, smashing through a dozen or so dark red stalactites hanging behind him, embedding himself deep into the rock wall, sending up a cloud of stone dust. Before the Demon Emperor could break free from the rock wall, the Martial Saint Spirit's second punch had already arrived from afar.

This punch, still lacked any grand scale or power.

Only a pure white fist intent, refined to its extreme, tore through the void and appeared before the Demon Emperor in an instant.

The intent of the fist seems to contain the immense will of the sun and moon turning and mountains and rivers collapsing, which is unavoidable and unstoppable.

The Demon Emperor roared in anger, crossing his arms to block. Behind him, a black dragon dharma image that blotted out the sky appeared, baring its fangs and claws, intending to devour the fist intent.

However, the moment the fist intent made contact with the Dharma form, the black dragon Dharma form let out a mournful cry, and began to disintegrate from its head, turning into black mist that vanished into nothingness.

The fist strike landed without any obstruction on the Demon Emperor's crossed arms.

Click! Click!

The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible.

The Demon Emperor's arms twisted and deformed, his protective demonic energy was completely shattered, his chest was hit again, and he was sent flying out of the rock wall, spitting out a mouthful of dark golden blood, his aura instantly weakening by more than half.

"Impossible!! You are just a spirit body!" The Demon Emperor steadied himself, his vertical pupils filled with disbelief and horror.

In that battle hundreds of years ago, although he was slightly inferior to the Martial Saint himself, they fought for three days before a victor emerged.

Now that the opponent is merely a spiritual body, he has managed to force him into such a predicament with just two punches.

This was completely unexpected for him.

Despite the Demon Emperor's shock, the Martial Saint Spirit remained calm.

He didn't answer, but took his third step and threw his third punch.

This punch was even simpler, without any wind or light, as if it were just an ordinary person gently pushing forward.

However, in the eyes of the Demon Emperor, this punch seemed to transform into the crushing force of the entire world, sealing off all his space to dodge and extinguishing all his thoughts of counterattacking.

Before the fist arrives, the intention precedes it.

The Demon Emperor felt his blood vessels stagnate and his demon soul tremble; it was a fear that came from being crushed on a higher level of life.

He roared and burned his own life essence, causing the black dragon dharma image to condense behind him once again. However, this time the dharma image was much more illusory and covered with cracks.

Roar--

The black dragon's avatar roared as it charged toward the invisible fist intent, but vanished like a bubble the moment it touched it.

The fist's intent shattered the afterimage of the Dharma image without any hindrance, and gently imprinted itself on the Demon Emperor's chest.

puff! !

There was no earth-shattering noise, only a slight muffled thud.

The Demon Emperor's body stiffened abruptly, and then the dragon robe on his chest, along with the flesh and bones beneath it, began to silently disintegrate and disintegrate, centered on the fist imprint, forming a hollow that was transparent from front to back.

The immense vitality and demonic power drained away madly from the void, and the Demon Emperor's aura rapidly declined at a visible speed.

"You...you've made such great progress!!" The Demon Emperor looked down at the empty hole in his chest, his eyes filled with shock and resentment, his words broken and fragmented.

He dared not linger any longer. A thick cloud of blood mist exploded around him, enveloping his mangled body and transforming into a black and red streak of light. It tore through the rock layer above his head and fled madly towards the outside of the Burial Dragon Abyss, disappearing from everyone's perception in an instant.

The Martial Spirit Body did not pursue, but slowly withdrew its fist, and a hazy white light rose around its body again, obscuring its handsome face.

He gazed in the direction the Demon Emperor had fled, and spoke calmly, his voice echoing in the empty abyss: "I was able to reach this point back then, and now hundreds of years have passed. Why do you think I would have made no progress at all?"

After speaking, he looked at the corpse of the evil dragon in front of him.

Then, with a flick of his finger, several soft white lights burst forth from his fingertip and precisely entered the massive body of the evil dragon.

chi chi-

Wherever the white light passed, the jet-black scales, harder than iron, silently parted as if cut by a hot knife, stripping away flesh, bones, and tendons.

The enormous dragon's body was dissected into a head, spine, core, and pieces of flesh and blood containing immense essence, which then floated neatly in the air, each part exuding rich life essence and a faint dragon's might.

"This evil dragon has cultivated for nearly five thousand years. Its body is thick and robust, and its core has already condensed into the rudimentary form of dragon essence. Its flesh, blood, tendons, and bones are all highly nourishing." The voice of the Martial Spirit Body rang out.

Then, he looked at Jiang Ning: "The flesh and blood of the dragon is a great tonic, just right for you now!"

As he spoke, Wu Shengyin waved his hand, and several pieces of flesh flew to Jiang Ning's front.

"Thank you, senior!" Jiang Ning bowed.

With a wave of his hand, he collected several pieces of dragon flesh and blood, totaling several thousand kilograms, into a mustard leaf.

At this moment, Wu Sheng raised his hand again, and a ball of light the size of a fist, shimmering with a dark golden luster, with a dragon shadow seemingly swimming inside, flew out from between the dragon's eyebrows and landed in his palm.

"This item is Dragon Essence, containing the essence of this dragon. It's a valuable item that even that Demon Emperor would covet. Keep it safe and refine it properly when you get back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Shengli waved his hand, and the ball of dark golden dragon essence flew to Jiang Ning.

Seeing this, the Black Feather Demon King's throat moved involuntarily, and a look of longing appeared in his eyes.

Nearly five thousand years of cultivation, and the dragon essence of a dragon that was almost transformed into a dragon, were all extremely beneficial to him.

If this item falls into his hands and he refines it, it can increase his cultivation by three to five hundred years, allowing him to take a big step forward from his current level.

next moment.

He quickly looked away, concealing the expression in his eyes.

At the same time, Wu Sheng turned to look at Bai Li and the Demon King Hei Yu, who was still kneeling on the ground.

"The evil dragon has been eliminated, and I have taken the useful parts of its body. You may dispose of the remaining scales, claws, and other parts as extra compensation for using the Holy Martial Token." His voice was calm and unwavering, carrying an unquestionable tone. "Also, go back and tell the Demon Emperor that one test is enough. If he harbors any further ill intentions, I do not mind going to the Demon Kingdom in person to have another discussion with him."

Upon hearing this, Bai Li's expression turned solemn. He bowed respectfully and replied, "Bai Li will remember this and will certainly report it to His Majesty truthfully."

The Demon King Black Feather lowered his head even further: "Black Feather... as you command."

The Martial Spirit ignored them and turned his gaze to Jiang Ning: "The matter here is settled. I will escort you back to the capital. Come visit me later."

"Yes!" Jiang Ning nodded in response.

Then, with a flick of his sleeve, the Martial Saint Spirit enveloped Jiang Ning once again in a beam of white light.

The surrounding scenery blurred instantly, countless landscapes flashed before his eyes like fleeting shadows, mountains, rivers, and ancient forests receded wildly in his vision, the scenery piled up and intertwined, making it difficult to distinguish.

At the bottom of the Burial Dragon Abyss, with the departure of Jiang Ning and the Holy Spirit of Martial Spirit, Hei Yu and the other demons finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Bai Li looked at the spot where Jiang Ning had just disappeared with complicated emotions.

"That Martial Saint, whose days are numbered, is actually so strong!!" Hei Yu's hoarse voice rang out, his tone filled with disbelief, as if he couldn't believe what he had just seen.

Just then, Bai Li's right ear twitched slightly.

Then he said, "The Demon Emperor summons us back."

"Then let's go!" Hei Yu said, composed himself.

the other side.

In just a moment, Jiang Ning felt solid ground beneath his feet again.

He composed himself, looked around, and discovered that what stretched out before him was the magnificent and long city wall of the capital.

"In the blink of an eye, we've returned to the capital from the demon kingdom's territory!"

call--

Gazing at the towering, sprawling city walls before him, Jiang Ning suppressed his awe and let out a long breath. (End of Chapter)