With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 557 The Legacy of the Lava Fist Demon! (6k)

Volcanic ash fell in a flurry.

He knew the value of the coral.

If taken outside, even a fourth-grade Grandmaster-level divine weapon would have a chance of being bought.

But ultimately, it wasn't something I discovered myself. Not being attached to external things is the foundation of Buddhist practice for seeing through illusions and attaining liberation.

Liaohai's robes were tinged crimson by the lava, but his face showed no sign of greed or anger.

He was not a hermit monk who lived deep in a mountain temple; he understood human relationships and worldly affairs.

Seeing Meng Chuan's politeness, he waved his hand and said:
"No need, this humble monk did not exert any effort, I am unworthy to accept it."

"We reaped a great harvest this time, thanks to Master Hai's luck, and I also borrowed some of it."

"This"

"Don't refuse, this is the captain's order."

What's the point of arguing? Not even two billion could buy this red crystal coral, let alone two hundred million.

Something that has a price but no market.

Liao Hai was taken aback, but seeing Meng Chuan's response, he did not refuse again.

After expressing their gratitude, they took the lead and began to rise to the surface.

Liao Hai's face was beaming with joy.

This time, he and Meng Chuan went down the volcano and made a fortune.

"Let's go, let's go, these three thieving monks must be getting impatient."

If they knew what we'd gotten, they'd probably be drooling.

Meng Chuan smiled and said:
"There's nothing we can do about it. They're just too incompetent to come down."

As for the three monks still waiting outside the volcano, Meng Chuan did not intend to "share them with everyone who sees them".

I haven't even met him, what right do I have?
Before long, the two slowly floated up and saw the light of day again.

Along the way, there were no obstacles other than the overflowing dark red lava.

It should be known that even ordinary demons would find it difficult to survive in such an extremely harsh environment.

Meng Chuan and Liao Hai climbed up the crater and descended the mountain along the path.

After the two left, the crater fell silent once again.

Listen closely, and you can only hear the gurgling sound of lava flowing between the teeth, echoing from time to time.

A few breaths later, a bulge suddenly appeared on the surface of the magma.

As the magma was gathered together by some unknown force, it grew larger and larger.

Immediately afterwards, the enormous bulge exploded, casting a large shadow in all directions in an umbrella shape, with liquid splattering everywhere.

It took a full half-incense stick's time for the depression to be slowly smoothed out by the surrounding flowing lava.
The three monks who were guarding the foot of the mountain saw the two return and hurriedly went to greet them.

"Liao Hai, Benefactor Meng, how is it?"

"Any results? Did you find that mural?"

Liao Hai raised an eyebrow, reached out and shook the cloth bag at his waist, and chuckled:
"My captain and I gained much more than just the murals this time!"

A bird's beak, and half of the red crystal on the cave ceiling.

This crystal is also a good thing. Meng Chuan took half of it, which was enough to decorate the treasure land. He gave the rest to Hai to sell for money.

"Amitabha Buddha—Buddha."

Liao Chen's Adam's apple bobbed, and his thick palm was about to touch the surface of the crystal.

Upon seeing Chen Mao's hand reach out, he quickly reached out and swept everything away in a flash.

"A bird's nest under the lava?"

Liaoyuan came closer out of curiosity, but when she was searching, she didn't smell any birds.
"There's a rift below, which is the lair of the fire giants. The two of us killed a firebird demon, probably its lover."

"Are you serious?"

Upon hearing Hai's words, the group's expressions stiffened.

Involuntarily, images of a fire giant and a bird surfaced in my mind.
What the heck?
Liao Hai curled his lips:
"Can't we communicate spiritually?"

He also learned Meng Chuan's rhetoric.
While listening to the others' nonsense, Meng Chuan swept a clearing with his fist.

The rock face with the strange patterns was removed and laid flat on the ground.

Liao Chen squatted down and studied it for a long time, his beady eyes looking back and forth, but he couldn't figure it out.

He stood up, his face full of confusion:

"This is the mural you were talking about? You were able to find a temple by looking at this thing before, you're truly a genius!"

Meng Chuan, somewhat embarrassed after hearing Chen's boast, said:

"The mural I saw earlier wasn't this abstract."

The murals in different demon nests also vary in quality.

"So what did you and Hai see?"

Liao Qing walked over, glanced at him a few times, and asked.

He couldn't understand anything either; the meaning of these strange lines was truly perplexing.

Meng Chuan squatted down, pointed to the lines, and repeated his guess with Hai, hoping that everyone could brainstorm together.

After listening to the two men's analysis, the three monks' expressions changed frequently.

Liao Chen squinted, his face almost touching the mural, before he could barely grasp a little of it.

"Buddha agrees with Benefactor Meng's point of view; those few dots represent light."

It's likely that among the immortals and Buddhas, the Buddha was corrupted by demons; however, whether he is an Arhat is uncertain.

Liaoyuan's lips twitched slightly:
"Isn't that a bit of a stretch?"

"Climb up and smell it, see if you can find the same one?"

Liaoyuan was furious:
"Fat monk, do you really think I'm a dog? What's the point of me smelling this thing? It doesn't have the aura of a living creature."

Meng Chuan had a headache; the two of them were arguing again.

"Stop arguing, just follow the previously established plan and route."

I reckon most of these great demon lairs contain murals like these. Master Liaoyuan, please lead the way; let's continue our journey.

After saying that, he put away the rock wall and led the way forward.

The three monks were of little use.

Even combined, it wouldn't amount to half of Master Hai's.
Regardless of how it's portrayed, the two of them gained real benefits from their next trip to the volcano.

Liao Chen quickly took two steps forward and volunteered:

"Next time, even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, I, Buddha, will risk my life to go down."

Liao Qing also came over:

"So do I."

Liaoyuan showed the most anxiety:
"I'm leading the way for you, so I can't just leave without any benefits, right?"
Even if I can't go next time, it's only fair that I get a share of the profits!

"You're right, let's go."

Meng Chuan didn't care about these things; he could exchange them for anything he could use later.

We are a team, and it's not advisable to hog everything.

Time flies by extremely fast.

Inside the demon's lair, there was no distinction between day and night, and Meng Chuan observed the blazing sun and the changing colors of the sky several times.

Approximately five days have passed.

Having just unearthed another great demon's lair, the group sat down to meditate and divide the spoils.

Meng Chuan was not in a hurry. He sat cross-legged and first looked inward at himself.

Perception sinks downwards, gaze falls upon muscles and bones.

Five days have passed.

The dragon demon had already digested the true spirit of the fire giant that had been fed to it earlier.

From this perspective, countless sparks are intertwined between the muscles and bones.

The wrapping was so deep that even the seams between the bones glowed, bursting forth with crimson light.

A vast and pure essence of fire permeates the muscles and bones, its warm and comforting texture filling and enveloping everything without leaving a trace.

Meng Chuan's spine throbbed with explosive force, and the remnant soul of the fire giant screamed and rammed within his marrow cavity.

He immediately channeled his inner fire energy, which circulated through his muscles and bones, generating a surge of heat.

Begin refining.

In an instant, the scorching energy broke free from the control of the skin and flesh, and the remnant soul of the fire giant erupted from the bones and muscles, giving the feeling of bursting out of the body.

Seeing this, Meng Chuan remained calm.

The chest glowed slightly, and a membrane spread out and stretched, then completely transformed into a membrane-like substance that covered the muscles and bones.

At the same time, the pores close instantly, wasting not a single bit of heat.

After all the preparations were completed, Meng Chuancai finally had a moment to speak:

"Masters, please rest for a while and allow me to break through."

"??"

What breakthrough did you achieve?

Meng Chuan had no time to answer them; he focused all his energy on channeling his inner fire to accelerate the refining of the Flame Giant's essence.

The heart fire burns like a cauldron, while the liver wood is fueled by firewood.

Boil the kidney water in the pot to accelerate the refining of essence and qi!
His joints cracked like thunder, and his entire body was covered with countless tiny red and gold dots, as if they wanted to burst out of his body.

If it weren't for the control of the Flesh Flower, a lot of its essence would have been wasted and returned to the Demon Nest.

However, it only lasted for less than fifteen minutes.

Suddenly, golden and red flames burst forth from every pore of Meng Chuan's body.

The next instant, it was all absorbed into his body and refined once again.

It wasn't that the flesh and blood faction had fallen, but rather that it was needed for the second refinement.

Each time you train, your vital energy will thoroughly cleanse your muscles and bones, surging and spreading, making them even stronger.

It acts on the entire body, repeatedly strengthening the physical body until it is completely exhausted.

As the four monks were dividing the spoils, they noticed that strange phenomena were gradually arising around Meng Chuan.

They stared at each other for a moment, speechless.

Liao Hai took away his share.

After putting it away, he got up and went to his side to protect him.

“Amitabha Buddha—Benefactor Meng has taken great care of this humble monk; it is only right.”

Upon closer inspection, one can also discover the extraordinary nature of Meng Chuanzhi, and specifically where this nature manifests itself.

An ordinary martial artist wants to improve their own strength.

There are only two approaches: one is to improve blood circulation and the other is to strengthen the body.

What Meng Chuan is doing at this moment is neither of those two things.

The former lacks any scene of energy exchange;
The latter also does not resemble regulating qi and stimulating acupoints.

Therefore, it is obvious that Meng Chuan had other opportunities and good fortune, and at this time, quantitative changes led to qualitative changes.

Liao Hai also had his own opportunities, and he was no ordinary person. He was known on the mountain as someone with profound fortune.

However, compared to Meng Chuan, after these few days of broadening my horizons...

This is truly a case of the novice being compared to the expert.
A moment later, a three-foot-high stream of solidified fire gradually rose from Meng Chuan's body.

Impurities are expelled through the pores and burned into small, fragmented pieces of charcoal.

It then fell to the ground and shattered into black powder.

The surge of vital energy swept through the body wave after wave, vast and mighty.

Thump, thump, thump thump!

Suddenly a strong wind arose, and the sound of my heart pounding was equally frightening.

After completely absorbing the essence provided by the fire giant, Meng Chuan was surprised to find that his inner fire seemed to have undergone some kind of change.

With each heartbeat, a molten, fiery energy is pumped from the chest.

Meng Chuan carefully sensed the inner fire energy that he had channeled out, noting that it had a viscous texture like magma.

The fingers trace along the meridians and guide the energy to the surface of the body, as if holding two volcanoes ready to erupt.

With its hands outstretched, boiling liquid in the palm revealed a gaping maw, wisps of black smoke swirling and drifting towards the sky.

Clench your fist tightly, and the intense heat surging beneath your skin will erupt instantly!

With his strength surpassing that of the past, Meng Chuan raised his hands. Looking at his fists, he wore a surprised expression.

He spread his fists outwards in a wide arc, and swirling, flowing crimson-gold magma clumps, viscous lava, meandered down his arms.

The drops fell onto the rocky ground, instantly scorching black dents.

He channeled the fire within his heart, and with the immense blessing of the blazing sun, it finally solidified into the intent of his fist.

This fire element belongs to the fist's intent, and its appearance has changed drastically.

Specifically, it has transformed into "Lava Fist Intent".
The fist thrust forward, and the entire arm was enveloped in oozing fluid.

Numerous fire-elemental energies condensed into dark red rocks, which converged together to form a terrifying giant pillar of magma!

He tentatively swung his sword towards the distance, an unprecedented power flowing through his body.

The surging fire element was like a miniature volcano erupting, with pure violence roaring through the veins, and terrifying dark red flames sweeping across the heavens and earth!
Meng Chuan composed himself and looked at the fat monk who had glanced at him.

That punch of mine could really kill him.
Then look inward and examine your own body to see what changes have occurred in your heart that have caused it to surge so powerfully.

After a moment, he smiled knowingly, fully understanding.

Its power needs no further explanation!

The true spirit of the Flame Giant completely guided him, causing a qualitative change in his bones and muscles, which had been transformed by the fire element over time.

The root cause was found to be a mutation affecting the heart fire, making his heart stronger and more powerful.

Like an active volcano, it's always pounding and ready to erupt.

Comfortable!

Think about it more deeply.

The root of this scene lies in the powerful environment created by the magnetic field of the blazing sun.

Only then can one condense a terrifying fist intent as powerful as magma.

Once outside the demon's lair and without the protection of the specific magnetic field, they would naturally be greatly weakened.
But it's enough.

Even outside the Demon Nest, his fire attribute technique remains extraordinary.

Meng Chuan cracked his knuckles and straightened his shoulders and neck.

The crackling and popping sounds were incessant, and my whole body was pounding.

He exhaled an even hotter breath, his aura radiating almost tangible power unrestrained.

This wave, solely due to the feedback from the fire element's essence, caused a qualitative change from a quantitative one.

His power and the changes he undergoes are beyond imagination.

This will elevate the martial arts to a new level, unleashing even more ferocious and powerful punches.

Even if you go out, you can no longer solidify like syrup.

The heart and body have already undergone changes. As long as we continue to strengthen our will or refine more fire essence, we can achieve the desired results.

The lava will come back, everything will come back.

Meng Chuan was quite satisfied with the ferocity of the Flame Giant's true spirit effect.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

After dealing with his own affairs, he realized that the Dragon Demon should also undergo some changes after being refined.

His senses probed into the middle dantian, but the other party was still asleep and had no idea of ​​his arrival.

This is not normal.

The Dragon Demon was used to being dealt with by the Dao Heart and was always wary.

Meng Chuan was itching to get his hands on the weapon right now.

The senses materialized into a large hand and slowly floated over.

Stopping in front of the dragon's head, I pressed it against the dragon demon's still-closed third eye between its eyebrows.
I pressed down again, and there was a noticeable smooth tactile feedback.

It's very bouncy and chewy.
"Most likely, once it wakes up, its third eye will be able to open."

The qualitative change wasn't limited to just myself.

And there's the Dragon Demon.

Seeing that the other party wouldn't wake up anytime soon, Meng Chuan didn't disturb him any further and withdrew his senses.

After taking a moment to catch his breath, he thought of something else.

Previously, Venom was killed at the airport; its true spirit is compatible with water.

It was the same essence of the Great Demon, but it did not cause a qualitative change in the kidney water aspect.

Why is there such a big difference between the two?

It has nothing to do with the quality of the true spirit; it's probably because the accumulation of [water essence] was not enough before.

Meng Chuan pondered to himself:

"The rewards for ordinary combat merits in this wave of missions will be absolutely explosive."

We'll take some out then, and exchange it for the true spirit or core of the water. That should be enough for the higher-level users; we'll see what miraculous effects occur then.

The essence of water can cause damage to the soul through the physical body.

Why did Meng Chuan find it so easy to fight those intangible, ethereal demons?

No need to use any fist techniques or intent, just rely on the ordinary force of the brick-throwing "fist power".

How could he so easily suppress and kill a high-ranking demon who, on the surface, is at the same level as him?

In Buddhist terms, his fist power was extraordinary; it was a power capable of harming the mind.

If it were a conceptual demon, whose bones and muscles were modified by the essence of water, then the force of his fists could cause "real damage" to him.

At that time, a qualitative change will occur, but it remains to be seen what progress will be made.

Meng Chuan was very much looking forward to it.
The dark red light remained unchanged, and the entire rocky area was shrouded in a layer of white smoke.

A tremor came from the rocky ground, followed by a cloud of dust rising into the sky, and a large section of the rock collapsed instantly at a weak point.

Meng Chuan was the first to emerge from the Tiger Demon Cave, wiping his dusty face.

The next four "black monks" climbed out one after another.

Their faces were as black as charcoal, as if they had just finished mining coal.
The ground was covered in charred ash; no wonder the tiger demon was so black.
Several more days passed, and he estimated that he had been in [Crimson Wrath] for at least ten days.

This is the first time I've stayed in the Demon's Nest for such a long time, but I'm getting used to it.

This time, we brought extra supplies.

With the gifts from the garrison when we separated from the main force, we could stay for another month without any problem.

Meng Chuan found an open spot, took out the newly acquired rock painting, and examined it carefully.

"What's drawn on it this time?"

The group used the heavy water from the sea to wash their faces and then gathered around.

"The cave collapsed just now, and I didn't have time to look."

Meng Chuan didn't turn his head to say a word, and then carefully searched the database.

Apart from Hai, the three monks were busy dividing the spoils and didn't bother to examine it.

Including the newly acquired Tiger Demon Cave mural, the group now possesses four murals.

But I still didn't understand anything.
The three monks did not participate in research that was not their area of ​​expertise.

They gathered together to take out their spoils, rubbing their hands excitedly and exclaiming that they had made a killing.

Whether it's a temple or not, just by following the "energy tracking" of the wish-granting entity and sweeping away the great demon's lair, they've already made a fortune.
Liao Chen first took out a fist-sized jujube and a piece of brown ore the size of a human head, saying with considerable reluctance:
"The three-grade tiger saliva dates and this piece of red ore will be allocated to Benefactor Meng according to the agreed proportions."

"it is good."

"no problem."

Without objection, Liao Chen tossed the two items to Meng Chuan, who was studying them nearby.

He caught the object thrown to him, took a closer look, and immediately felt that the distribution was reasonable.

Both of these are things I need.

The former, an old friend of Tiger Saliva Dates, can accelerate the cultivation of the self-created [Blood Exchange Body Tempering Method].

These kinds of treasures require special battle merits, one of which is consumed when creating a new technique, and I haven't been willing to buy any more since.

The latter, red ore, has excellent thermal conductivity and is highly sought after by martial artists specializing in fire-based techniques, making it very valuable.

Besides, it's such a big lump, it's big enough.

There's still a surplus of material left over from serving as the embryo for popular Zhenwu weapons like swords.

If I can't get the True Martial Halberd later, I can use this item as a halberd to forge myself, which would be quite suitable.

“Your red argillaceous mine is large, so you should owe 10%, but the Buddha and his men are generous and will waive that amount for you.”

After dividing the spoils, Liao Chen walked behind Meng Chuan and said.

“Then give me the mother tiger’s true spirit, and I’ll trade you this piece of red ore, plus two hundred million in change.”

“But the Buddha didn’t say that.”

Meng Chuan turned around and saw that he was smiling so hard that his eyes were no longer visible, clearly very satisfied with this harvest.

Looking at the other three monks, they were all beaming with pride, having made a fortune.

Especially Liaoyuan, now when Liaochen calls him "hunting dog," he doesn't even argue anymore.

Hounds are great!

Not just anyone can become a hunting dog; leading the way earns you an extra 10%.
That's right, that's the hound!

Seeing that Meng Chuan was still studying, the others put away their respective treasures and joined in to help.

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The four monks could then apply Hai's abstract thinking.

The other three monks stared blankly at the murals, which looked like scribbles, completely bewildered.

Liao Qing stared at those winding lines, feeling dizzy.

He squatted to the side, not getting in the way, and chatted intermittently:
"Why do you think those demonized individuals would leave such murals in their own homes?"

These great demons are all newcomers who have usurped the throne.

Liao Qing rarely uses his brain, and he usually doesn't get involved in these kinds of things.

Liao Hai was the most meticulous researcher among everyone present, second only to Meng Chuan.

He stared intently, extending a finger and gesturing in mid-air.

"I think that no matter how high or low their intelligence was before they were corrupted, once they were completely corrupted, they were all as stupid as pigs."

Perhaps this form of mural is their only means of cultural transmission.

Like the oral and practical teachings of ancient humans, this was a way to perpetuate and develop one's bloodline.

Pigs aren't stupid.

Meng Chuan muttered to himself, and upon hearing what Hai said, he snapped back to reality.

Following Hai's words, he continued to speculate further:
"The core of cultural inheritance and continuation lies in knowledge, customs, and most importantly, survival experience."

The purpose of these murals seems quite obvious now.

As soon as he finished speaking, Liao Hai's eyes lit up, clearly indicating that he agreed with him.

The other three monks looked at each other, completely baffled.

Liao Chen stepped forward and stared at the mural again, feeling that it was still not as good as the one drawn by a three-year-old child.

"What do you mean?"

Meng Chuan ignored him, took out the other three murals, and studied them together.

Liao Chen suddenly felt bored, so he reached out and poked Hai again, showing a strong thirst for knowledge.
"Why don't you talk to the Buddha about it?"

"These twisted lines are not the priests we previously guessed, but actual [writing]."

The script unique to this demonized race can be understood as encrypted telegrams.

"Then what does it mean that these lines are curved and encircle a straight line? Is this unusual line not a deity or Buddha?"

Liao Hai was stumped by the question, and frowned.

Seeing Meng Chuan slowly stand up beside him, he explained:
"It refers to immortals and Buddhas. The use of written language is probably to express the difference between immortals and Buddhas and oneself, thus serving as a distinction."

Liao Hai added:
"The time of these [Demons]' inheritance is too short, which is why the forms of inheritance are so simple and mixed, making them difficult to understand."

"What do you mean?"

Meng Chuan explained:
"The Red Fiend's theft of the immortals' and Buddhas' faith was short-lived, and the relevant training was inadequate."

"As long as it is a living organism, leaving information for future generations is its own instinct."

Even the most insignificant things, like flowers and grass, conceal the secrets of life in every seed, taking flight on the wind and taking root in the soil when the rain falls.

After saying this, Meng Chuan ignored the murals, shook himself clean, and led the way away.

"The crocodile people I encountered earlier had been stealing Brahma's power for a long time."

Therefore, murals, in comparison, are clear and concise, and leave their own legacy through the simplest form of expression: pictures.

As for these murals…

(End of this chapter)