With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 554 Tiger Demon Subdued, Chameleon Monk: What is the Real Great Gain? (6k)

Meng Chuan's face was rosy, and he showed no signs of exhaustion.

The kidney essence within the body radiates brilliant light, providing immense and enduring power.

Taking advantage of the tiger demon's slow reaction, he used his legs like iron scissors and rode on it more tightly.

The fiery intent gathered in his fists surged forth, unleashing a series of resounding blows.

They gave the other party no chance to retaliate.

Click!

The moment the demonic energy field around him shattered, the tiger demon twisted its neck, roared to the sky, and its demonic blood splattered everywhere.

"die!"

Meng Chuan unleashed tremendous power. Influenced by the transformation of the Flower of Flesh, the muscles of his forearm gathered into a ball, clustering around the edge of his palm, with tendons twisting back like thick steel cables.

It swept towards the tiger demon's throat and neck, covering it completely.

By grabbing his neck, he forcefully twisted the tiger's raised head back down little by little.

During this process, the "crunching" sound of teeth grinding was terrifying.

With one hand firmly pressing down on the restless beast, Meng Chuan's body plummeted like an iron weight.

His spine twisted like a dragon turning over, propelling his right fist to fall like a meteor, with immense power and weight.

The chisels struck again and again, creating a deafening roar.

Time passed slowly, and Meng Chuan sensed something.

With a raised eyebrow, the flames held in his right fist slowly subsided.

He loosened his grip on the tiger demon's neck with his left hand and pulled out his fist blade.

The three small holes stuck in the tip of the crescent blade at the bridgehead were splashed with demonic blood.

Meng Chuan took two small steps on the tiger's back, then leaped up and landed on the ground.

The massive tiger body, tens of meters long, crashed to the ground with a deafening roar.

He moved closer to the tiger's face, gazing at it while panting.

A pair of eyes, bigger than red lanterns, were finally closed forever, never to be opened again.

He stood still, shook his hands, and tiger fur fell to the ground.

While glancing at the other battlefields, he suddenly felt a surge of energy, and the dragon demon broke free from his body.

Like a dark, cunning light, it slipped into the tiger demon's body and, following Meng Chuan's orders, retrieved the true spirit.

He wasn't idle either; he glanced at the tiger demon, whose body was as large as a small mountain.

The wounds on his body from the earlier clash slowly healed, gradually returning to normal under Bai Ting's nourishment.

A faint light shone from his chest, and the sound of bones shifting could be heard incessantly.

Under the manipulation of Bone Flower, the misaligned areas were instantly reset.

"This damn cat is really hard to deal with."

Meng Chuan muttered a curse under his breath, then jumped to the side of the other person to examine them closely.

Seek out what is most valuable besides the true spirit.

He could not take all the materials on his body.

Only the most valuable material can be taken from the Tiger Demon.

These are the regulations of the Great Chu regarding hunting in the Demon Nest.

The remaining materials on the demon inside the nest must be left for official disposal, which is considered "paying taxes".

"These eyes, four claws, tiger bones, and tail are all quite valuable."

"No, there's also tiger penis and two ping-pong balls."

This set of guns and cannons is definitely a great boost.
After careful consideration, Meng Chuan went around to the back of the Tiger Demon.

Using the moonlit bridge as a blade, the cold light flashed several times, slicing off the entire tiger's tail.

The tiger's tail, which is over ten meters long, is coiled into a spiral like a mosquito coil and stored in the tiger-head waist tag.

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The dragon demon also emerged from the tiger demon's body at this moment.

It held the spirit in its mouth, handed it to Meng Chuan, and then looked at him expectantly.

Meng Chuan rubbed the dragon head; it was covered in tiny thorns and leathery armor, and it was quite rough to the touch.

He flipped his hand and took out another fiery red true spirit, saying in a gentle tone:
"You go back first. I need this one. You eat this."

Having said that, he tossed the true spirit of the fire giant to it.

The dragon demon flicked its head and snatched it away precisely, happily returning it to its body.

Meng Chuan accepted the Tiger Demon's true spirit and was quite satisfied.

The entire tiger tail is used as the main material for making whips, similar to those used in martial arts.

Adding this True Spirit would make it a perfect match.

All you need are these two items, plus some accessories that you can buy with money.

Enough to forge a top-grade, third-rank True Martial Whip!

This is why he didn't choose the Tiger Demon's lower-level guns and cannons.
Items that come in sets are generally more valuable.

Specifically, killing the Tiger Demon is not considered a special battle achievement recorded in the Battle Merit Jade Talisman.

These two gains alone amount to nearly a billion!
【The Moon Over the Bridge of Helplessness】is a top-tier third-grade True Martial Art, and the two are of similar value.

Because it's a fist blade, the price will be higher, exceeding one billion.

The tiger demon's mutilated corpse remained in place.

After packing his belongings, Meng Chuan didn't linger. He cleaned up the tiger blood on his body and left as quickly as possible.

This is a battlefield; there is no time or room for respite.

Sensing a jolt, I gradually peered into the distance.

Liao Chen, the fat monk, was locked in a fierce battle with the snake demon with eight arms and needed Liao Chen's help to deliver the final blow.

The melee continues.

The army had advanced a full kilometer from the entrance to the demon's lair, leaving behind a blood-red defensive line.

The corpses of the demons beneath their feet had long since piled up into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

On the ground, in the air.

The damp, fishy smell lingered, enveloping the body and lingering around the mouth and nose.

Everyone was covered in mud and salt, as if they had just swum naked in a sea of ​​blood, with demonic blood congealing into scabs on their bodies.

With Meng Chuan's help, Chen had already killed the titled snake demon.

Liao Chen removed the snake demon's true spirit and used the remaining materials to select the opponent's eight arms.

He rushed over to help, and the fat monk was quite generous, even giving him two sticks.
"Fat monk, can this stuff really be used as medicine?"

Liao Chen said that the snake demon's arm was very nourishing and could be used in medicine to nourish yin and yang, which would be of great benefit to martial artists.

The fat monk, holding the snake-like arm in his hand, explained:
"Would the Buddha lie to you? Once we return to the mountain, we'll have a disciple of the Medicine Buddha lineage make it into powder. Take it daily; it'll be incredibly nourishing."

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It looked creepy, but if you told him it was highly nutritious, he'd become interested.
They turned around and fought in another location, where they assisted Yuan and Qing in killing the giant pangolin-shaped demon.

Currently, there is no fifth demon appearing on the field.

The group didn't rest either; they split up again and charged into the demonic tide to begin the final cleanup.

Before they parted ways, Meng Chuan solemnly gave the four monks some advice:
"Be careful, everyone. Although the Heavenly Demons are in decline, there may still be other powerful demons, or the Crimson Fiend may emerge from the shadows to launch a sneak attack."

"clear."

“Mr. Meng, you should also be careful.”

The four monks were all national talents, and even if their physical strength was not as good as Meng Chuan's, it was still far beyond that of ordinary people.

Reserve some of your strength to guard against a powerful demon lurking in the shadows, whose presence may or may not be present yet.

Then they slaughtered the remaining demons, ruthlessly crushing them like a meat grinder.

Time passes slowly.

Under the dark red sky, carnage was rampant, and corpses littered the ground.

The clanging of gold bars on the battlefield gradually diminished, and the archers in the rear lowered the frequency of their arrows piercing the air.

The Heavenly Demon Alliance was annihilated and scattered, never to reunite in its former chaotic mass again.

Meng Chuan and his group each led several officers.

They charged ahead to clear the way for the troops that followed.

The torrent of steel roared past, leaving behind only a large pile of demon corpses.

Meng Chuan was fighting with great enthusiasm, his kidney essence was spinning rapidly in his body, and he still had inexhaustible strength.

He looked up, his gaze passing through the fiery red and dark brown hues in the distance, with nothing obstructing his view.

Shift your gaze and look at the surrounding scenery.

The number of demons is sparse, with only a small portion still putting up a last-ditch resistance.

With a swift movement, the blade flashed, its three sharp points bursting with sword flowers.

The small lava demon that lunged at his face suddenly froze.

Then it slowly collapsed, melting into a pool of bubbling, boiling pus.

These magma demons are the most numerous intangible, ethereal type of celestial demons in the Celestial Demon Alliance.

It was also because Meng Chuan and the others needed to prioritize killing the troublesome demons for the sake of the rear army formation.

Unable to use their willpower, ordinary martial artists and soldiers find it difficult to harm such demons.

At the same time, Meng Chuan waved his hand to disperse the splashing lava fragments.

The sounds of battle around me gradually faded away.

Although the garrison was small in number, it was no match for the overwhelming force of the Heavenly Demons.

However, with the help of the battle formation and the top-notch combat power of Meng Chuan and his five companions, they gradually stabilized their position and suffered few casualties.

call--

He looked around again and exhaled a breath of stale air with a strong smell of rust.

The tide has turned!

The demons' group was completely scattered and broken up.

A quick scan revealed that only a handful of Heavenly Demons remained.

Looking back at the garrison behind him, Meng Chuan's initial joy was largely dampened.

The casualty rate was nearly a quarter.
At this moment, the garrison numbered just over eight hundred.

Nearly two hundred people died on the battlefield, their eyes closed forever in this foreign land of demons.

His adjutant, noticing the hidden sigh in Meng Chuan's mind, patted him on the shoulder and comforted him:
"Captain Meng, dying on the battlefield is a soldier's destiny, and slaying the Heavenly Demon is a soldier's duty. There's no need to think like that."

"Without you all here, even if our entire army were wiped out, we wouldn't have been able to withstand this ambush by the combined forces of the Heavenly Demons."

Meng Chuan's heroic performance was witnessed not only by him, but by all the soldiers.

He truly deserves the title of "God of War".

Meng Chuan nodded, swallowed the military-grade qi-boosting pill between his teeth, and said nothing more.

Ultimately, this was the choice made by the garrison troops themselves.

If you want to be safe, you can stay outside.

After the five-person national mission is completed, we will join Commander Shi Cheng to sweep away the remaining demon nest forces, which will be much safer.

If you want to earn credit, you have to risk your life!

He looked at the weary but determined soldiers of the garrison and thought to himself:
"These people choose to follow us into dangerous territory simply to gamble on their future."

In chaotic times, military merit is of utmost importance. If one can achieve merit in this battle, it may benefit one's descendants or bring abundant martial arts resources.

Compared to the later, more peaceful act of cleaning up the mess on the periphery, this desperate act is more in line with the fighting spirit of a martial artist.

In this world, ordinary martial artists make up the vast majority, while geniuses who can enjoy the resources allocated by the state are only a very small minority.

But whether you're an ordinary person or a genius, you're still facing a major struggle.

Ultimately, only those who have risked their lives can forge a path to success.

That old saying has been true from ancient times to the present:

Life and death are predestined.

Wealth and honor are determined by fate.

Nearly two hours have passed since the encounter.

The tremors coming from the battlefields led by the other four monks gradually subsided.

Meng Chuan estimated that the battle between Liao Chen and the others was gradually coming to an end.

Although humanity was outnumbered, the overwhelming superiority of their higher-level strength rendered the outcome of this protracted war a foregone conclusion.

The Heavenly Demon has suffered a crushing defeat!
There is absolutely no chance of a comeback.

Looking around, all those standing are human beings.

Victory also belongs to humankind.

"Won."

Meng Chuan relaxed and sat on the ground to rest for a while, waiting for Chen and the others to finish and return.

The strong, lingering smell of blood at the tip of his nose continued to irritate his mind.

The veins that had been prominent on his brows finally relaxed.

They were the first to bear the brunt of the fighting, and even with Meng Chuan's amazing physical strength, he was somewhat mentally exhausted.

Maintaining the magnetic field of one's mind consumes a great deal of mental energy.

Therefore, he ultimately did not release the dragon demon, wanting to keep some on hand in case of unforeseen circumstances.

Now that I have some free time, I should take good care of myself and recover.

The three officers who led the sweep with him had long since collapsed to the ground, unable to hold on any longer.

In the previous battles, everyone only had one life, and no one dared to lose focus or relax.

For them, it was a tremendous test, both mentally and physically.

Now that they've won, the tension that had been building up instantly dissipated.

My mind is buzzing.

A wave of bitterness, spiciness, and exhaustion washed over me, and I just wanted to collapse and sleep on the spot.

A young military officer named Wang Mian, his face covered in blood camouflage.

With his hands resting on the large rock behind him, he smiled and said to Meng Chuan:
"Captain Meng, you don't need to worry about your spoils. With me here, nothing will go wrong."

Wang Mian knew that Meng Chuan was undoubtedly the one who killed the most demons in this battle.

The number of times he killed someone far exceeded the number of people he had killed.

Battle merits are recorded uniformly by [Battle Merit Jade Tokens], so you don't need to pay attention to them yourself.

Moreover, this is simply impossible to calculate.
But the Heavenly Demon True Spirit, the core, and other materials.

They will all wait until the national statistical report on the war achievements is completed and the results are released, then he will distribute the funds according to his contributions.

Meng Chuan and the others had already obtained the materials for the Great Demon on their own.

There was no time to retrieve the remaining items from the demons; they were all distributed after the battle.

Upon hearing this, he looked at the officer, who was only a few years older than him, waved his hand, and smiled:

"We're comrades who've been through life and death together, why are you saying that? Are you the quartermaster?"

"Yes, Wang Mian reports to Captain Meng, Deputy Director of the Logistics Department of Feng Dengcheng!"

He struggled to sit up and bow, which pulled at the wound under his armpit, causing him to grimace in pain.

Meng Chuan told him to lie still and not move, that there was no need for that.

"Quartermasters are also going to fight on the front lines?"

"It's just a struggle for survival. If you don't have enough talent, you can make up for it with resources, hahaha."

Meng Chuan smiled and shook his head. He remembered this quartermaster named Wang Mian.

Courageous and spirited!
As Meng Chuan adjusted his breathing, a faint red mist swirled around his body.

Looking at the mental panel, he saw that many of his boxing techniques had improved.

Among them, [Five Thunderbolts] took the biggest step, and it was not far from breaking the limit, which made him feel invigorated.

[Thunder Eye] will be his first advanced trait that breaks through the limits, and the anticipation is truly immense.

Come to your senses, this is a battlefield.

I'll check the other details when I get back.

"Cough cough."

Meng Chuan coughed twice, and a thin stream of smoke billowed from his mouth.

When it hits the ground, it corrodes and scorches everything.

The modified throat expelled all the demonic energy that had just been inhaled.

Seeing this, Wang Mian, the quartermaster standing nearby, was extremely envious.

"Captain Meng's physique is truly miraculous; he can even expel demonic energy from his body on his own."

After they return home, they will have to undergo treatment similar to "gastric lavage".

This is an inevitable process every time we return from the Demon's Nest.

Meng Chuan smiled. This was one of the hidden benefits of having control over the body, something others could only envy.

He regulated his breathing, his ears twitched slightly, and he could no longer hear any sound.

Gradually, the four monks led their respective officers back to their camp.

This marks the complete end of the great war between humans and demons.

"You're back. Let's rest first; we haven't finished our work yet."

The demonic tide has been quelled, but the national mission is not yet complete, and it is not time to completely relax.

Meng Chuan took out water from his waist token and handed it to the group.

The four monks drank heartily and exclaimed how refreshed they felt.

"My throat is practically on fire, thank you."

Liao Chen gulped down two large bottles of water, and after recovering, he said:
"How should I put it, shall we begin to delve deeper now?"

The five's mission objective is to uncover the truth behind the hidden temple within the demon's lair.

Whether it's hunting down the Heavenly Demons or ultimately eliminating the Crimson Wraith, these are all incidental.

"Fat monk, you're so energetic?"

Upon hearing this, Liao Qing sat down beside him to regulate his breathing.

Meng Chuan noticed that the dark red Zhenwu monk's robe on the other party was now almost black.

The demon blood was intact, and it was painted with an even deeper red paint.

Liao Chen shook his head and said:
"It's boring, but Buddha isn't worried about slowing down the progress."

Liao Hai lay down, exhausted, chewing on his food, and muttered:

"The ambush set by the Heavenly Demon was indeed unexpected. Fortunately, Chen summoned Benefactor Meng, otherwise things might have really gone wrong."

"Indeed, if it weren't for Benefactor Meng's overwhelming divine power, who could have stopped that tiger demon?"

Liao Yuan's statement is a bit of an exaggeration, but it is also true.

Apart from Meng Chuan, the four of them individually were really no match for Tiger Demon.

Liao Chen's brows relaxed, and he smiled;
"Back then, everyone was saying, 'Buddha, why did you choose a second-rate woman?'"

Now they're all changing their minds, Amitabha—I am the Dragon Monk, and you are all chameleon Dragon Monks!

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"You evil monk, stop gossiping and talking nonsense in broad daylight!"

"You audacious Chen! How dare you sow discord between this humble monk and Benefactor Meng! Take this blow!"

With the crisis over, the three of them relaxed considerably.

Upon hearing Chen expose their past misdeeds, everyone's expressions turned indignant, and they couldn't sit still any longer.
Meng Chuan persuaded the group to stop, then pondered for a moment before speaking:
"The mission has no time limit, and Chi Li's launch of this wave of demonic tide has also damaged his vitality."

There's no need to race against it. Let's rest first, and go find the temple when we've recovered our strength and energy.

After a major battle, everyone was more or less exhausted.

Continuing to act under pressure is not the best course of action.

"Okay, let's rest first."

"Sigh, even Buddha is tired. He should take a nap."

Seeing that everyone agreed, Meng Chuan continued:
"There is no day or night inside the Demon's Nest. Everyone, please gather in eight hours."

We discussed the follow-up steps, and then set off.

Although there's no rush, we can't let it drag on any longer.

After giving the order, Meng Chuan greeted several familiar officers and found an open space to rest.

Some soldiers who were seriously injured were helped away from the demon's lair first.

Those who are willing to stay in the Demon Nest to continue cleaning up the Heavenly Demons, and whose injuries are relatively minor.

A comrade with some medical knowledge treated him, gave him healing pills, and then he rested.

There are still many Heavenly Demons in the Demon Nest, but they do not gather into an army, so they are not a great threat.

Those who could still move chose to stay.

Those who were among the first to venture into the Demon Nest to "eat crabs" naturally cherished the opportunity.

The force of the punch swept across, clearing a large, clean area.

Meng Chuan looked up at the sky, which was still a mixed dark red.

He lowered his head and took out a can from his waist tag.

Then, he pulled out a leg of lamb.
These were supplies he had previously stored in Jiuyan City.

Spicy and flavorful, it can be eaten after just heating it up.

Flames flickered in my palm, and after a while, the aroma wafted out.

Seeing that the dust was close to him, and smelling it, he looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

Here's one, grill it yourself.

Meng Chuan then pulled out an even bigger one, weighing seven or eight pounds, and tossed it to Chen.

This fat monk has a big appetite; one bite might not even be enough to fill him up.

"Amitabha Buddha—Thank you, Buddha."

Monks are required to eat meat; it simply passes through their intestines.
Meng Chuan waved his hand, ignoring the pleasantries, and focused on the lamb leg in front of him.

After a fierce battle, and with no nourishment from heaven and earth in the demon's lair, his stomach was already empty.

Only after he had eaten his fill did he begin to take stock of his spoils.

A true spirit of a tiger demon yaksha, along with its tiger tail.

Two snake demon arms, and one-fifth of the pangolin demon's back armor.

Remove the true spirit of the fire giant that has already been fed to the dragon demon.

These are all the resources we seized after the fierce battle with the Great Demon.

"I wonder what changes will occur after the dragon demon finishes eating it."

Once this large amount of fire essence nourishes the muscles and bones, it will significantly enhance one's physical strength.

The Flame Giant is a titled Great Demon, and its core true spirit is far from reaching the point of exhaustion.

They are all very useful.

As for what benefits it will bring to the dragon demon itself, that's something to look forward to.

After the last dose, the Venom Demon's true spirit, the Dragon Demon's third eye between his eyebrows, cracked open a little more.

This time, I wonder if I'll be able to open them completely.
The number of demons he killed was countless, definitely exceeding two or three thousand.

The materials from these demons were all handed over to the subsequent garrison for collection.

With Wang Mian around, Meng Chuan felt at ease.

He had examined him using the Qi-gazing technique and determined that he was a man of integrity.

The military achievements and the like will definitely be a huge harvest.

In the future, one can exchange these pills for cultivation pills, and even sustain their cultivation at the Martial Arts Master stage for a very long time.

He had already left his blood on the battle merit jade talisman, and once the battle merit department uploaded the statistics, he could view it on his mobile phone.

He had seen it before; every battle achievement statistic was written in great detail.

With this wondrous item, no one can impersonate the warriors who gain merit from killing the Heavenly Demon.

He had checked the situation multiple times when he was sweeping up low-level demon nests in the Qinling Mountains, so he was very confident in it.

"Leaving aside the Great Demon, the materials from the other Heavenly Demons can be taken back to the school to exchange for academic credits."

Adding the spoils of war, it's a great harvest!

Despite thinking this, Meng Chuan wasn't particularly excited.

The harvest may seem huge, but it's only a small part of it.

Even after completing the mission, the total of 360 special battle merits is at most considered "medium".

So what is a "big head"?
If the immortals and Buddhas within the temple are corrupted by demons, they may be willing to resurrect themselves, like the Great Brahma or the Patriarch Zhengyang.

They entrusted their last strength to him.
This is the real big gain!
Previously, inside the lotus bud, his spiritual foundation underwent a qualitative change for the first time.

He also took the opportunity to integrate and master the Tama series of hard skills.

Inside Zhengyang Cave, he comprehended the true nature of martial arts and learned the top-level Qi refining technique.

Each of these is a benefit that is difficult to quantify in monetary terms.

Besides
"What if the master of the temple within this Crimson Demon's Lair is one or more of the Eighteen Arhats?"

Wouldn't that kill two birds with one stone?

Meng Chuan thought this guess was reasonable.

Once more clues are obtained, or when Chi Li appears, the whole truth will be revealed.

Under the blazing sun, heat is the dominant theme here.

We must also guard against the ever-present toxic fire in the air.

None of the soldiers dared to take off their armor.

They could only rest, sweating profusely, leaning against something for cover.

The old tree, which had long since died, has now become a treasure.

The area below was crowded with people, and the shadows of the trees fell on the ground, appearing as clear as if cut by a knife, distinct and clearly defined.

(End of this chapter)