With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 371 Positioning Technique? The Baptism of the Blade Devourer! The Divine Mountain Appears!
This crocodile-man is greener all over, has a bulge on his head, and is bigger and stronger.

However, its aura still did not surpass the level of a mid-level Heavenly Demon.

Although the scales covering his body looked thick, he could easily punch through them.

Meng Chuan waited quietly for the other party to make a move.

After it was done, the monster squatted on the ground and made random "oh oh" noises, its voice sounding very sad.

These "demons" possess emotions just like humans; they are not cold-blooded creatures.

It is fundamentally different from the real demons that Meng Chuan had encountered.

He recalled that the crocodile-man he had just killed seemed to have nothing between its legs.
"I let its wife kill me? What a sin!"

After his initial sadness, the crocodile-man's expression suddenly tightened.

Its two almond-shaped eyes widened, and it suddenly began to kowtow and kneel in worship while squatting on the ground.
"crazy?"

Meng Chuan was a little confused. He waited quietly for the other party to see what he would do next.

Ten minutes later, it was Meng Chuan's turn to widen his eyes.
This stronger crocodile-man actually killed the crocodile-man that had just died.
have eaten
It was eaten!

Meng Chuan pondered:

"Eating one's mate. Perhaps this is a unique way for the crocodile people to express their grief for the deceased."

Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan saw the crocodile man slowly leaving and quickly followed.

Before long, a scene of broken walls and ruins appeared before Meng Chuan's eyes.

This time he finally chose the right "traitor".

He witnessed the crocodile-man go into a hole in the ground.

Dust rose and then disappeared.

Meng Chuan hid in a spot, having compressed his body to its limit.

Without a great demon or a master of the Three Limits, it would be impossible for him to be discovered.

Gradually, more and more upright crocodile-men emerged from the burrow.

Most of them were "small crocodiles" that were just over two meters long, which he considered to be of a lower level.

For example, Meng Chuangan killed fewer than ten large crocodile-men, each about three meters tall.

These crocodile-men gathered together, making strange noises as they discussed something.

Meng Chuan guessed that they were discussing the real culprit who had just killed the crocodile man.

These monsters posed no threat to him, so Meng Chuan patiently continued to wait.

A few minutes later, the sound in the arena gradually faded, and the crocodile men all turned their gaze toward the largest cavern.

Gradually, the sound of the earth shaking began.

A crocodile-man, about the same size as him after his eventual liberation, crawled out.

Meng Chuan saw that the giant crocodile-man was covered in scales that were so green they were almost black, and it had a ferocious single horn on its forehead.

When it walks upright, it is six or seven meters tall, and its thick tail sweeps across the ground, carving out deep furrows.

Those amber vertical pupils gleamed with an almost human cunning light.

Even from a distance, Meng Chuan could feel the pungent, heavy demonic energy emanating from the other party.

"It's a bit weaker than the Sand Scorpion Ancestor and the Nether Serpent, and about the same as that big crab from before. It's probably a second-tier contender in this Demon Nest."

He is the man who left the most footprints in the entire Demon Nest, so he certainly has the right to speak on this matter.

It seems that the strength of the crocodile people is only average.

The largest crocodile-man that appeared after further observation had fewer human traces on its body compared to the smaller ones.

The backs of the other crocodile men were relatively smooth, but this one's back was covered with black barbs that extended from his neck to his tail.

Seeing that the monsters were making a move again, Meng Chuan continued to observe and see what these crocodile-men planned to do after their "leader" came out.

Gradually, I looked at the scene before me.

Meng Chuan was almost certain that these crocodile-men were the stick figures from the rock paintings!
Then, the group of crocodile-men formed a strange circle and began to tear their own scales with their sharp claws.

Dark green blood dripped onto the central stone platform, gradually gathering into...
Lotus-shaped pattern!
The crocodile leader touched his horn with his right paw and let out a hoarse "oh oh" roar.

The other crocodile men knelt down in response, and their backs, like the other's, first sprouted fleshy buds, which then hardened and turned into barbs.

The barbs on their backs trembled slightly with the rhythm of the ritual, injecting the overflowing demonic energy into the dark green blood lotus.

The entire ceremony exuded a primitive and bloody atmosphere, and what Meng Chuan saw was very similar to the distorted stick figure worship pattern on the mural.

"The next step... is the appearance of someone suspected to be Brahma?"

While speculating, Meng Chuan intensified his focus on the bizarre ritual.

However, things took an unexpected turn.

Blood and demonic energy gradually converged into the "altar".

The demonic energy surged and condensed into a human form, while the blood vanished without a trace.

Head, body, legs.

The two backpacks appeared to be wearing claw gloves.
屮!
Isn't that me?!
Meng Chuan immediately lowered his head even further.

Suddenly, his whole body lit up.
A beam of green light descended from the sky, penetrating from his head to his feet, completely cleansing him.

Truly, "good fortune has arrived"
Meng Chuan heard that the bloody smell emanating from him was from this green light.

He finally understood where all that crocodile blood had gone.

They were all used to locate him.
At the stone platform, all the crocodile heads turned their heads in unison, looking towards where he was hiding, their countless vertical pupils emitting a ghostly light.

The hatred in the air seemed to solidify into a tangible substance.

It was as if it were saying, "You killed the crocodile, how dare you follow me?"

Meng Chuan simply stopped hiding his skills and pushed all his hard techniques to the limit. His body was first covered with a layer of dark armor, and then a great burst of multicolored horizontal light emanated from his body.

With a burst of speed, he charged forward, spear in hand.

Discovered by a strange and evil spell, the infiltration failed?
A bunch of small fry, you've killed them all, so your infiltration can be considered a success. Thanks to the [Golden Finger] and the principles of Long Fist, Meng Chuan's marksmanship is now quite good.

Tiger Soul swam and swayed among the crocodiles, and the tip of the blade sliced ​​right across the throat of a three- or four-meter-tall crocodile-man.

With a thud, the enormous crocodile head rolled to the ground.

Seeing their clansman, a figure of "elder brother" caliber, die just like that, a series of loud "ooh ooh ooh" roars immediately resounded.

They unleashed their demonic energy, and many of the crocodile-men were carrying long knives and hammers they had somehow acquired, charging towards Meng Chuan.

"Oh your mother's head!"

The sound was really unpleasant, so Meng Chuan decided to kill the small fry first, and then slowly deal with the big crocodile man.

The power of "Divine Speed ​​and Ever-Changing Abilities" is fully demonstrated here.

Meng Chuan moved as if he were in an empty field, his steps imbued with the principles of the Five Elements Escape Technique, his figure flickering like a ghost, and every time Tiger Soul appeared and swept across, it inevitably brought with it a splash of green blood.

blow--!
The crocodile boss finally caught him.

Turning around, the giant tail swept across, and Meng Chuan instantly ducked, the barbs on the tail grazing his scalp.

He froze, and swords, claws, and hammers came crashing down on him, the sounds of blows echoing incessantly.

These small Karas, including the middle one, were completely unable to break through his multiple layers of defense.

These crocodile-men seem to have misallocated their spellcasting skill points.

They are all skilled in rituals, but they are not good at using mental energy attacks.

Meng Chuan dodged the crocodile leader's bite, and Tiger Soul, wreathed in flames, swept around like a peacock spreading its tail, taking the lives of nearly ten more crocodiles before disappearing in a flash.

At this moment, the crocodile people were completely enraged, and their roars grew louder and louder.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Chuan suddenly appeared above the group of monsters and threw down a golden lotus.

boom! ! !
The Bing Fire Yang Thunder exploded, a cacophony of lightning and flying crocodile fragments, with explosions resounding one after another.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, the crocodile man's screams filled the air, and the assassin once again disappeared into the shadows.

In an instant, the saddest thing had happened.

The crocodile leader looked around.

Standing upright, I was the only one left.

All the other crocodiles are dead.

This vast gathering place, now devoid of riots and turmoil, is only desolate and lonely.
The next instant, a dark figure lunged forward.

Clad in ferocious armor, Meng Chuan suddenly appeared above the opponent's head, his killing intent spreading like ink.

Under the dim yellow sky, the sound of sharp weapons clashing was short and crisp. The knife in the crocodile leader's hand, made of some unknown material, shattered in response.

blow--!
A giant, dark green tail with sharp spikes came crashing down. Meng Chuan couldn't dodge in mid-air and parried with his arm armor.

Bang! ! !
Meng Chuan felt his blood surging, but he suppressed it, not having time to be distracted during the battle.

With his left hand wrapped in a sharp blade, he thrust it downwards, instantly piercing the tail as he parted it, causing green blood to splatter.

With his other hand, he swung it horizontally, slapping it towards the crocodile man's head.

The opponent could also feel the chilling edge of the blade and dared not use his claws to block. He ducked and dodged, then opened his giant hand and scooped towards Meng Chuan's heart.

Meng Chuan sensed something was wrong and immediately released the giant tail with his left hand, pretending to withdraw and defend, but actually stabbed the crocodile man in a circular arc towards his waist and ribs!

The ferocious creature spewed out white mist, and the cracks in its dark golden armor plates became even more dazzling under Meng Chuan's urging.

Boom!
The giant hand landed and stopped, but Meng Chuanwei remained unmoved.

Stab it--!
His left fist flashed across, then he pulled it back, dragging a large chunk of pulsating black flesh from his waist.

A stinging sensation spread throughout his body, and the crocodile leader felt a chill run down his spine.

At this moment, the thought of avenging his people was completely suppressed by the shadow of death.

It wanted to run away.

It's not that easy! It's not over yet!

Meng Chuan stepped his right foot forward seven inches, leaned his entire waist forward, and stretched his muscles so taut that he formed a long frame.

With your left hand, stick to the opponent's right arm, pull the arm to seize and then flip the wrist.

"Crack"!
When fighting these humanoid monsters in close combat, Meng Chuan's forte is his unforgettable fist techniques!
Seeing that half of his body was locked in place, the crocodile man swung his massive crocodile tail again, unleashing a force capable of crushing granite.

"sucker Punch."

Upon seeing this, Meng Chuan revealed a cold smile beneath his mask.

In an instant, his left foot braced against the opponent's forefoot as a fulcrum, while his right hand reached out and grabbed the giant tail.

He exerted force with his feet, and in the process, he knocked the crocodile man to the ground.

He then knelt down on the other man's chest, his grotesque, sharp leg armor piercing through the chest and sending out specks of dark green.

Meng Chuan wouldn't give the crocodile man a chance. In the next instant, his short-range fighting style, carrying the force of thunder, was like a floodgate opening, and a barrage of punches poured out.

"die!"

In a mere second, the force field and scales crumbled and shattered.

With everything settled, Meng Chuan single-handedly wiped out the entire "Crocodile Village" clan.
The ferocious creature disintegrated and retracted itself back to its waist.

Looking at the bloodshed he had caused, he felt no remorse whatsoever.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

As for those who survived, there was no need to keep them alive.

During the recent battle, as the crocodile-men fell, the central altar absorbed more and more dark green blood.

At that moment, a green light descended vertically from the distance, transforming into a curtain of light.

In the distance, it was as if another world was unveiling itself.

(End of this chapter)