Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 241: Demon Ascension
The highest point of the mountain is five to six hundred meters, and the lowest point is only two to three hundred meters.

The mountain wall is almost straight up and down. For ordinary warriors in the vitality stage, they can climb it with the help of tools, but it will be very slow.

Zhou Leng looked carefully, went around to a part of the mountain that was not so straight up and down, and climbed up with his bare hands.

Any slight bump, even just one centimeter, is enough to serve as a climbing point.

When you encounter a smooth surface, just use the vortex qi and stick your hands on it.

In the dark night, Zhou Leng climbed to the top of the mountain quickly with skills more agile than a gecko.

Walk to the lowest place on one side of the valley and look down.

There are several large tents built below, and people have been living there for many days, but...

Zhou Leng narrowed his eyes and observed carefully.

The material and style of these tents are not from the human world at all, but the skins of some monsters.

Built by the devil.

This is the temporary residence of the devil.

Zhou Leng's face darkened and he guessed a possibility.

"Tian Wenhu came to the Demon City a little early to begin with, and he unexpectedly set out early tonight, and came to the demons. Could it be that he has teamed up with the demons..."

The entrance to the valley was guarded, but there were no demons or guards inside the valley; they were all in tents.

A huge tent with an area of several hundred square meters was spread out in the middle of the valley. Through the light inside, faint human figures could be seen swaying.

Zhou Leng thought about it, then slowly descended along the cliff.

Soon, it fell to the ground.

Using his Qinggong skills and cat-like steps, he approached the big tent silently.

Looking inside through the gap in the tent.

At the deepest part of the big tent, three stone steps connect to a platform.

A three-meter-long wooden bathtub was placed horizontally on the platform. The base was black and the edges were carved with various blue magic patterns.

In the bathtub, blood was bubbling.

Four demon warlocks stood on either side of the bathtub.

In front of the bathtub, Tian Wenhu stood with a smile, looking forward.

Yan Fenggang stood under the platform.

Apart from this, everyone stood opposite Tian Wenhu.

It's like the ministers paying homage to the emperor.

Except for Tian Wenhu and Yan Fenggang, blue threads of light appeared on everyone present, crisscrossing and binding their entire bodies.

Zhou Leng took a closer look and found that this was the devil's binding rope.

The ground glowed faintly, forming a magical power that trapped hundreds of people.

Among those who were bound, some were terrified, some were desperate, and some were indifferent.

Tian Wenhu has changed into a blood-red leather jacket in the style of Demon Prison.

There was a gleam of blood in his eyes.

Black lines appeared on the surface of the skin, and on the chin, a bunch of flesh and blood roots slowly emerged, about a foot long, and gently squirmed.

Zhou Leng's gaze fell on Tian Wenhu's right hand.

In his right hand, he held a strange heart that was beating rapidly and was as big as a human head.

Zhou Leng stared at the heart.

That heart contains powerful force. Once it explodes, even Xiantian will be injured.

Tian Wenhu glanced at everyone and said frankly, "I have always wanted to retire. A few years ago, I thought that after retiring, I would play cards, go fishing, and drink tea with a few old brothers every day, and then watch Chengchang get married, have more children, and finally choose one to adopt under my name."

"In the past few years, I have been having this dream, lying on a sun-bathed recliner, rocking gently, and listening to The Romance of Sui and Tang Dynasties."

"But starting last year, I suddenly realized that I couldn't realize this dream anymore."

"My brother is dead, and my nephew is dead."

"Our family has no descendants."

"Then why the hell should I wash my hands in a golden basin?"

"I am... still too weak."

"If I had been stronger when I was young, my parents wouldn't have died."

"If I could be promoted to Xiantian, my brother and nephew would not have died."

"pity……"

Tian Wenhu lowered his head, then slowly raised it again with a twisted smile on his face.

"In the past, I have to thank that bitch for letting the monster out of me."

"Now, I have to thank the person who killed Chengchang for making me a monster."

"I've had enough of being a human. It's also fun to be a demon."

"I quite like the way it is now. I quite like ascending to magic."

"Ordinary magic transformations are not fun. If you want to have fun, then go for the big ones."

"So, I'll have to trouble you all to help me upgrade my demonic skills and advance to the innate level."

"You want to eat Xue Tongming's meat, and I want your meat too."

Tian Wenhu looked around the room and said, "But don't be afraid. We'll take it slow. The lucky ones left at the end, let's transform together and kill Xue Tongming together, and then..."

"Kill Zhou Leng. I don't care whether he kills Cheng Chang or not. I just want him to die."

Tian Wenhu waved his hand, and four demon warlocks walked down the stairs, each grabbed a warrior in the vitality period, and dragged them onto the platform.

The four demon warlocks were like skilled wool-stripping workers, bleeding, skinning, removing flesh and dividing bones.

Put the blood and flesh in the bathtub.

Lay the skin out on a flat surface.

Pile the bones into a pile of human skulls, surrounding the platform.

Zhou Leng frowned and was about to take action, but then he looked at the heart in Tian Wenhu's hand and thought in his heart.

After a while, the four demon warlocks attacked again, dragging away four new warriors in the vitality period, and doing the same thing.

Uncontrollable panic, despair and hatred finally appeared on the faces of the other warriors.

In the second round, the flesh and blood of four warriors in the vitality stage entered the wooden bathtub.

The blood in the blood bathtub became more and more, and darker and darker, gradually turning into black and red.

When the four vitality-stage warriors in the third round were dragged away, some of the trapped warriors had madness in their eyes.

There were also some warriors with pleading looks in their eyes.

Zhou Leng hesitated when he saw those people with pleading looks in their eyes.

The fourth round, the fifth round...

When the twenty Shengli-stage warriors were sent to the platform, the pleading look in the eyes of the remaining people disappeared. It was either dead numbness or the final madness.

Zhou Leng glanced at the remaining people and saw a familiar face.

Tu Rong, an informant of the Wuwei Department.

Tian Wenhu turned around and asked in very fluent demon language: "Can I drink the medicine now?"

The four demon warlocks who were skinning people nodded.

Tian Wenhu took out bottle of potion after bottle and drank it slowly.

His body gradually expanded and grew taller, and soon reached two meters and five centimeters tall.

He stood on the platform, holding the Innate Demon Heart in his right hand, looking down like an emperor.

Behind him, black spells flowed from the surface of skin and bones.

There was a low roar in the blood bathtub, and a fishy smell surged everywhere.

Black skulls emerged from the edge of the bathtub, surrounding the bathtub in a complete circle.

Zhou Leng touched the hood on his face, took out the spell interference ball, and secretly used his true energy to silently shatter the exorcist's blood and bones.

The exorcist blood and bones contain the power of the orc shaman, and a beam of blood light flows into the tent through the gap.

Tian Wenhu, Yan Fenggang and four demon warlocks all turned their heads and looked over.

Zhou Leng tore open the tent and threw a spell interference ball into it, which exploded when it hit the ground.

Bang!
The distorted spell light splashed, and together with the exorcism blood and bones, it formed a violent spell fluctuation.

The binding formation of the entire tent collapsed, and the binding spells on all the warriors dissipated.

Zhou Leng used his true energy to change his voice and yelled: "Kill Tian Wenhu, there is only a way out!"

"Tian Wenhu, I'm going to fuck you like a fairy!"

"Your uncle!"

"Grass tender wine!"

Several hot-tempered young men rushed forward roaring.

Some people ran outside, while others stayed and observed.

The four demon warlocks roared loudly, and teams of demons poured out from other tents and killed the fleeing warriors.

"court death!"

Yan Fenggang shouted loudly and punched Zhou Leng who tore open the tent and rushed in.

Zhou Leng punched out.

The two fists met.

Bang!
Yan Fenggang's right arm exploded, and the right half of his shoulder, chest and abdomen were shattered, and half of his body flew backwards at an angle.

Zhou Leng took a step forward and crushed the head with one foot.

Blood splattered everywhere.

"Old Five!" Tian Wenhu was furious, but was stopped by the warrior in the vitality stage. He gave an order to the demon warlock, "Kill him!"

Zhou Leng rushed onto the platform in one step, withstanding the demon warlock's white mental shock, and kicked towards the blood bathtub.

While the Mountain of Will resisted the mental impact, the blood bathtub exploded and blood splattered.

"My innate path!" Tian Wenhu roared.

"Fuck you first!" A warrior in the late stage of vitality went crazy, and his first move was to hurt both sides.

Tian Wenhu couldn't let go of the heart with his right hand, so he fought with one hand, retreating step by step, and said angrily: "Don't force me."

Several furious masters in the Shengli period united against a common enemy and suppressed Tian Wenhu.

Zhou Leng ignored Tian Wenhu and rushed straight towards the demon warlock, quickly killing four of them.

The demon warlock in close combat is as fragile as a chicken.

Outside the tent, demons and warriors fought each other.

Tian Wenhu looked at the dead demon warlock, then at the broken blood bathtub, and finally at Yan Fenggang's body, his eyes red.

"Go to hell!" Tian Wenhu's mouth suddenly opened wide, no longer in human form, and swallowed the entire strange heart.

"Kill him!" The warriors in the vitality stage attacked together, and the attacks fell on Tian Wenhu at the same time.

Tian Wenhu flew backwards and fell out of the tent.

As he landed, a blood mist burst out from his body and everyone hesitated to move forward.

Zhou Leng narrowed his eyes and observed carefully.

Within the blood mist, Tian Wenhu's flesh and blood squirmed, his body quickly grew taller and thicker, and soon expanded to three meters tall.

At the same time, large, twisted snake-like tendons appeared under the skin, spreading all over the body.

Tian Wenhu stood up, his hair standing on end with anger, his skin cracked, and black blood flowing.

The blood mist was like a blood-red flame, gushing out all over the body.

His eyes turned blood red, and his eye sockets turned into a ring of black cracks.

He exuded a fierce aura, like a monster from hell.

"My innate path!" he said, and punched out.

His right arm suddenly swelled up like an elephant's leg, with thick veins wriggling on the surface.

Bang!
A master in the Shengli period stretched out his arm to block, and the next moment, his body exploded into pieces.

The remaining few in the vitality stage still had their fighting spirit, and even though they knew they could not win, they still fought hard.

Zhou Leng ran over, bypassed those people, and killed Tian Wenhu.

But Tian Wenhu killed the other four people in the vitality stage with one punch each in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Leng took a step forward and pushed out his right palm without any surprise.

The killing move is a thousand waves flooding the sea.

It contains the endless flow of a river into the sea, and also successfully integrates the fierceness of hundreds of rivers returning to the sea.

With a palm strike, the sleeves exploded like a roaring sea tide.

Tian Wenhu ate the innate devil heart and completely turned into a strange monster. He punched back with an incredibly fast speed.

The two fists met.

Zhou Leng took three steps back.

Tian Wenhu flew backwards and hit the tent.

Large pieces of his right arm were cracked, revealing the bones.

In the blink of an eye, flesh and blood grew wildly, surrounding the white bones.

The overproliferated flesh and blood gathered together, and the deformed flesh and blood arm became thicker than before.

"My innate path! My innate path! Damn you! Damn you!"

(End of this chapter)