With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 586 Blade Slashes Through the Yan Huan Mountains, God Descends! (6k)

Your sea of ​​blood?
Sorry, this is his home turf too!
Suddenly, the blood dragon whipped up a crimson torrent, rushing towards Meng Chuan's face.

A foul stench assaulted his senses. The dragon head, only three inches from Meng Chuan's face, suddenly stopped, circling and roaring furiously!

Meng Chuan revealed a chilling smile, reached out and squeezed, and the blood dragon seemed to be squeezed dry, instantly becoming withered and emaciated, then convulsing and collapsing!

Lift your foot and ride the waves!
They rushed toward the leather-armored figure whose face was filled with shock!

Along the way, the blood waves carried him as he rode the wind and waves. The leather-armored man was momentarily dazed, unable to tell whose vision this was. The scene was extremely bizarre.

Amidst a sea of ​​blood and surging waves, a massive spear crackling with lightning suddenly peered down.

Meng Chuan leaped up, grabbed Tiger Soul, and smashed it down on his head!

The sea of ​​blood churned and danced with the wind from the spear. The red crystals, frozen into a shimmering rose color by the spear, shattered and charged towards the armored man.

The wind and waves were too strong, and the bloody spray tore a hole in the air, lifting the leather-armored men's face-covering robes.

Meng Chuan took a closer look and realized who the other person was.

【Blood Asura - Yama】!
The armored man was someone sent to deliver the reward to Feng Ying'er for eliminating Meng Chuan.

His true identity is the High Priest of the Demon Summoning Hall and Li Xiao's disciple!
He wreaked havoc in the Xiangjiang area for decades, and Yan Huan was also involved in the "February 2.7th" massacre of the city by the Heavenly Demon.

A reward of 400 million will be given for capturing or killing this person.

Meng Chuan didn't care about these things; this person's sins were already grave, and this was just an additional punishment.

The fact that she ambushed him suggests that Feng Ying'er's attack was also related to Yan Huan, who is also Li Xiao's right-hand man and disciple.

Meng Chuan was more than happy to cut off one of his arms, so Yan Huan had to die!

Upon seeing the blade wrapped in blood dragon, Yan Huan felt a chill run down his spine.

Left with no other choice, he gritted his teeth and secretly used a secret technique.

Its body transformed into countless streaks of black light, fleeing in all directions, while its true form hid within them as it flew away. The sea of ​​blood could no longer hold on and collapsed and scattered.

This [Blood Demon Disintegration Technique] allowed him to evade three assassination attempts.

On two separate occasions, he was personally pursued and killed by a Grandmaster-level garrison commander, yet he managed to escape both times.

This time will certainly be no exception!
But as the saying goes, things shouldn't happen more than three times.
Thick smoke billowed and flames surged.

The surrounding scenery, following Meng Chuan's thoughts, had long since transformed back into a fiery domain, with shadowy figures screaming as they were reduced to charred remains.

The Qi Observation Technique had already locked onto the fleeing figure. The Heart Fire Scripture transformed into Earth, and countless thick, solid walls of earth stood before Yan Huan. Meng Chuan's feet flashed as he resolutely approached step by step.

A dark shadow loomed over Yan Huan's head, and only then did he belatedly turn around.

laugh--

The gun barrel was gripped tightly in Meng Chuan's hand, and he poured his immense strength into it, swinging it in a wide arc that left a chilling blue-purple trail.

Yan Huan turned his head for a moment, only to see a bolt of lightning sweep across, his waist twitched, his lower body was still running forward, while his upper body was frozen in place.

Splattered blood blurred his vision, and he instinctively closed his eyes to avoid it, but as his pupils dilated, he could no longer open them.
Even capturing this person alive is beyond our capabilities.

If it weren't for the unexpected success of his Qi Observation Technique, he wouldn't have been able to catch the true figure, and he wouldn't have been able to hold back, so he had to kill him on the spot!

An unusual stillness filled the air. Meng Chuan suddenly frowned, sensing an eerie feeling in the atmosphere.

It's like the calm before the storm.

"Are there any enemies?"

He sensed that when he looked around, only a few daring onlookers stood hundreds of meters away; the rest were completely silent.

Then
Meng Chuan turned his head and happened to meet Yan Huan's eyes, which had opened again but were now cloudy!

"I am willing to dedicate my body and soul to the Lord, and to the villains before me, please help me, Lord!"

God?

The mountains whispered!

Meng Chuan felt a chill run down his spine. He wanted to turn and run away the moment he uttered the first word, but he was bound by invisible chains and could only stand there, unable to move, watching the entire "ritual" unfold.

As soon as Yan Huan finished speaking, Meng Chuan was astonished to find that the other party's two bodies were like dust, scattered in the air.

He vanished without a trace, leaving only his clothes and leather armor lying quietly in the same spot.

It seems the other party has returned to his "divine kingdom".
The air was riddled with twisted cracks, as if someone had reached out and pressed down, causing a large dent to suddenly appear.

With Ganesha's roar and trampling, Meng Chuan was finally able to move. Just then, he felt a chill between his brows and instantly realized what was happening.

He immediately braced himself with his hands behind his back, rolled backward, and a strange bloodstain appeared out of thin air on his head, then disappeared in an instant.

Under the scrutiny of the Qi Observation Technique, Meng Chuan could clearly see that a large, impenetrable black mist was gathering and swirling where he had been standing.

At the same time, he also saw clearly what had attacked him.

It was the blood-stained blade that Yan Huan had just been holding!
The Blood Blade, though uncontrolled, seemed to come "alive" and spontaneously entered the void to slash.

Sure enough, a very faint sound of wind breaking came from behind my head.

Meng Chuan reacted extremely quickly, using a backhand counterattack to knock him down.

Just as he was about to grab it, the Blood Blade spontaneously formed a sword flower and vanished into the void once more, leaving Meng Chuan empty-handed.

Looking back, the black mist suddenly grew larger, and the blood blade attacked again. Meng Chuan thrust his spear into the black mist, his feet seemingly broken as he dodged and weaved around, the blood blades missing their mark one after another, leaving only huge cracks dozens of feet long on the ground.

Meng Chuan felt uneasy. The reason he didn't escape was because the black mist had grown stronger in reality and seemed to "appear" in his mind as well.

The elephant god was surrounded by a ring of black mist, foretelling an impending catastrophe!

He knew in his heart what was about to happen.

"A fragment of the soul whispered by the mountains is about to descend directly into my sea of ​​consciousness."

That bastard Yan Huan, he even dragged me down with him after he died!
whoosh-

With a whooshing sound, Meng Chuan executed a backbend, dodging Blood Blade's sneak attack once again.

"We need to deal with this Blood Blade first, then we can tackle the Black Mist."

If Yan Huan could summon the whispers of the mountain range to reveal its true form, Meng Chuan could simply resign himself to his fate.

But this is obviously impossible.

Susu
The blood-stained blade flashed again, and hundreds of blood streaks surrounded him from all directions. Meng Chuan forced himself to calm down, neither dodging nor avoiding, and patiently used his perception and aura-observation techniques to distinguish them.

Just as the bloody mark was about to strike Meng Chuan's neck, Meng Chuan suddenly pulled his head back into his neck. The Flower of Flesh shimmered with a faint light, and the Turtle Listening to Thunder reappeared!
Like a headless knight wielding a sword, Meng Chuan rubbed his gleaming fist blade together, creating a whirlwind, and thrust the blade upwards, piercing the blood-stained blade!
With a forceful twist of his wrist, the demon-subduing true energy transformed into an invisible cage, imprisoning the blood blade. It crashed to the ground with a clang, its "spiritual energy" completely lost.

Without hesitation, Meng Chuan unleashed a storm of wind and thunder, and commanded a raging inferno across the land, before throwing a punch at the black mist where Yan Huan had vanished.

The willpower contained within it bursts forth with brown, spiky, lightning-like branches that envelop the area around the fist.

boom--!
The two collided, and the hurricane spread out in a ring hundreds of feet away, completely tearing apart the already damaged paving stones, which were then blown away by the storm.

Feng Ying'er's body, with her spine shattered, was overturned like a rag doll and fell straight into a large patch of collapsed bushes.

The black mist shattered, but Meng Chuan showed no joy. It was because a black-robed figure suddenly appeared in his mind, as vast and majestic as a god.

He sat cross-legged on the elephant's back. The elephant god was as if dead, motionless and unable to make a sound.

With nothing obstructing his view, Meng Chuan could not see His face clearly.

The mountains whispered!

The other party appeared in his mind, but made no move, simply sitting upright on Ganesha, motionless.

Meng Chuan couldn't care less about anything else and immediately launched a preemptive attack. At the same time, the Dragon Demon appeared behind him and launched a sneak attack, with the two attacking from both sides.

boom! ! !
After a devastating tremor, Meng Chuan remained motionless, while the Dragon Demon continued to tear at the air.

The whispering mountain's body was ethereal and elusive; his attacks, along with those of the dragon demon, all missed their mark.

A moment later, the dragon demon was also dumbfounded, frozen in place, not knowing what to do.

The black-robed figure, seemingly whispering through the mountains, suddenly raised its head.

His gaze was as vast as the Milky Way, seemingly piercing through time and space, meeting Meng Chuan's eyes.

His voice was hoarse, yet possessed a powerful allure; every word was imprinted in Meng Chuan's mind:
"Of the three thousand great paths, all can lead to godhood, but martial arts is merely a means of warfare, a minor path with no future. Even if one cultivates to the level of what you humans call a Great Sage, to the true form of my divine realm, one can be destroyed with a flick of the finger."

With your talent, you should follow me to cultivate the laws of creation, and in the future you will wield a lineage of divine power, become a divine official of the universe, and have an endless lifespan. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
"If you nod, I will expend great divine power to open a dimensional portal for you, freeing you from the shackles of the lower realms and guiding you back to the embrace of the divine kingdom of the universe!"

The black-robed figure gradually became ethereal and elusive, its gaze fixed on Meng Chuan as it raised its hand.

The images of the world collapsing and reassembling, and creation being reborn, kept circulating in Meng Chuan's mind.

Meng Chuan remained calm, looking at the other person without any reaction.

If he's going to take action, this black-robed figure definitely won't waste time talking.

Isn't doing all this just a sign of weakness on the other side?
Or so he thought.

Meng Chuan didn't care at all about what the other party was talking about.

What route, a back alley?

fart!

He firmly believed that the path of martial arts was endless; if breaking through seven levels wasn't enough, then he would break through eight; if breaking through eight levels wasn't enough, then he would break through nine!
One day, we will be able to make these arrogant invaders bow down with our fists!
As for the world-destruction "cartoon" that the other party showed him, Meng Chuan's martial arts will remained unshaken.

Furthermore, having personally witnessed the Crimson Demon destroying the world and capturing Baxia, these things could not shake his soul.

If there is even the slightest wavering in one's heart, the will to fight martial arts will immediately shatter into dust and fall into the demonic path.

Meng Chuan obviously wouldn't.

Just pretend the other person is talking nonsense.

Twenty years of trials and tribulations, the martial arts training deeply imprinted on the foundation of his soul, how could he be bewitched by a mere demon?
The whispering figure of the mountain gradually faded away. Seeing that Meng Chuan remained unmoved, it seemed not to be disappointed, but simply continued to gaze calmly.

"Those who oppose us will only die. Have you thought it through?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he gradually dissipated into nothingness, and the elephant god was finally able to move. He stomped his feet in anger, as if in a state of impotent rage.

The dragon demon chuckled loudly to himself, thinking that this dead elephant was usually so good at pretending.

Even if something really happens, it won't work!

"Quack quack!"

Meng Chuan ignored the two clowns and pondered for a moment:
"Master Bai Bao previously said that the true form of the whispering mountain range is the highest divine mountain in the universe."

Judging by its power today, although it's no match for the Crimson Demon God, it's still an existence that humans can hardly contend with. Even if Zhao Dasheng breaks through to the eighth level, he probably won't be able to stop it. We must prevent its true form from descending to the mortal realm and hold the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony."

We must win!
Meng Chuan suppressed everything in his mind, ended his internal vision, and hurriedly cleaned up the battlefield before making a quick getaway, so as not to cause any more trouble.

After some searching, he took the leather armor and the black copper coin that Yan Huan had worn at his waist, and put them into his own waist token.

As the High Priest of the Demon Summoning Hall and Li Xiao's beloved disciple, he naturally also possessed a treasure for storing things.

We'll see what's inside later.

He didn't have much hope anyway, guessing they were all just magical artifacts and offerings for demons, not very useful to him.

However, the leather armor he wore was a rare third-grade treasure armor.

The reason for the horizontal slash at the waist is to avoid the solid parts and kill with one blow.

Both battles ended in the blink of an eye.

Only the bolder busybodies from the neighborhood arrived late, hiding in the distance to observe secretly.

Upon seeing this, Meng Chuan first informed the police station, and then went to the side of the female magic master who had suffered a spinal injury and was unable to move.

He reached out and grabbed the other person, then leaped several times to find a secluded spot for interrogation.

Grab the other person's shoulders and turn them over.

He helped her sit up with her back against the stone stool, and Meng Chuan's cold gaze lingered on her face.

"Wake up, stop pretending."

The other person had already woken up, but because his spine had been completely shattered, he was paralyzed and unable to move. Upon hearing this, Feng Ying'er forced a flattering smile.

Blood trickled down from her forehead to her ears, creating a strangely poignant beauty.

She could only pray that Meng Chuan would show some mercy and spare her life.

He had no hope of advancing to the Grandmaster level of demonic cultivation.

Having suffered a second blow to her soul, she had already chosen to sever her tail to survive.

If Meng Chuan captures me again, I'll be glad I survive.

For a master, physical injuries are only a matter of time before recovery.

Meng Chuan tilted his chin slightly, the exaggerated shadow completely enveloping him.

"I'll ask you, you answer: What's your name?"

"Xu Bingyue".

"lie."

Meng Chuan gathered lightning at his toes, stepped on it, and left a charred mark on his bare chest.

The name the other party gave was also that of the wanted Demon Summoning Hall Demon Master.

However, his methods and abilities were completely inconsistent with the woman in front of him.

The Demon Summoning Hall was his old enemy.

Meng Chuan had long ago obtained a permanent certificate for anyone he could name and kept them firmly in his heart.

Moreover, he had dealt with the Demon Summoning Hall too many times and could tell at a glance that their approaches were not compatible.

The higher-ups of the Summoning Demon Palace all possess various means of communicating with the "gods".

It's clearly impossible that the other party didn't use it even when they were dying.

A stream of blood spurted from Feng Ying'er's mouth and nose. The Demon-Subduing Thunder True Qi covered her chest for a moment, and she immediately put on a mask of pain.

"Ah! Me!! Ah!"

Meng Chuan shook his head. With a thought, the bluish-purple mark on Feng Ying'er's chest slowly disappeared, and the smell of burning masked the pungent stench of blood.

A few more seconds of electricity and he wouldn't have survived.
That's it.

In the area of ​​interrogation, one must be an expert in one's field.

He didn't bother to ask any more questions, took the purse from his waist, finished the body search, and sent him to the police station for questioning.

What I'm best at is taking stock of all the spoils.
Covered in blood, Meng Chuan jumped into the artificial lake in Labor Park and cleaned himself up.

Once the fire in my heart was extinguished, my whole body felt dry and refreshed, and I was finally able to go home with peace of mind.

at home.

As soon as Meng Chuan entered, he could faintly hear his uncle snoring, which put his mind at ease.

Those who infiltrated Yong'an should all be executed, and the police should conduct a thorough search before we can be at ease.

Even in the darkness, he saw as if it were a bright room.

I took two steps up to the top of the three-story attic, and with a creak, I pushed open the door.

Meng Chuan closed the door, turned around and sat cross-legged on the ground, opening the tiger-head waist token.

Tonight's whispers from the mountains were so thrilling; I need to properly tally up my spoils to calm my nerves.
He couldn't wait to take out the sunflower purse and, at the same time, shook out the rest of his harvest from the night onto the ground.

As items fell out one by one, the once spacious and clean martial arts room instantly became bloated.

Meng Chuan smiled with satisfaction. He had slain two demons tonight, and although there were dangers, the gains were equally astonishing!
There were too many things to look at, and he rubbed his hands together, unsure where to begin his study.

With a thought, he used his Qi Observation Technique to scan his surroundings.

Meng Chuan slightly raised his hand and swept away all the exposed aura and the black smoke-emitting objects.

There were sharp, blood-stained blades in Yan Huan's hands, daggers and hidden weapons at his waist, and black leather scriptures, among other things.

Besides these, there were also several bottles of pills in the demonic witch's purse and the hairpin on her head.

And embroidered with purple patterns, triangular openwork ice silk
Cough cough, these are all demonic artifacts, demonic arts, and demonic pills and demonic underwear related to cultivation.

For demonic martial artists, these are things that are rare and hard to come by.

To him, they were all "waste".

Like Yan Huan's head, it can only be exchanged for money.

Meng Chuan himself would not dare to use it.

Martial arts are all cultivated through fists and feet; shortcuts to evil paths will inevitably lead to trouble. Handing over to the state is the only true path.

Ignore those black and white stockings, and those colorful and fun cool clothes.

He gathers before him anything that may be of use to him.

Yan Huan's black leather armor, the whip in the hands of the demonic witch, and the jet-black, glossy over-the-knee boots on her feet.

In addition, there was a small turquoise porcelain bottle, two martial arts manuals that did not emit black smoke, and a wooden token shaped like a whale.

The surroundings suddenly felt refreshing, but Meng Chuan's mood was not so pleasant.

Since there was a difference between good and evil, many things were useless to him, and he could only sigh.

He rallied his spirits and retrieved the leather armor.

He held it in his palm and examined it repeatedly, occasionally poking it with his finger.

A moment later, Meng Chuan revealed a hint of joy.

This leather armor is indeed something special, like a non-Newtonian liquid.

He exerted force, and the fur of the strange creature on his leather armor instantly hardened, managing to block sixty or seventy percent of his strength.

The tactile feedback from gently poking it felt like inserting your foot into a swamp.

It takes even more effort to pull the finger out of the nail.

Fortunately, he used Tiger Soul to kill the opponent; if it had been a fistfight, the difficulty of defeating him would have been much higher.

This is a Grade 3 treasure armor, and not just any ordinary Grade 3 quality.

Like ferocity, it also implies something outstanding.

"nice one"

The kidney water is drawn in and thoroughly cleansed, inside and out.

After drying the dough with fire, Meng Chuan didn't mind and put it on his body.

After a few movements, there was no sense of restraint or discomfort.

Its appearance was inconspicuous, resembling a black cashmere underwear.

Wearing this armor regularly can prevent sneak attacks from enemies hiding in the shadows.

During intense battles, the ferocious battle armor is then put on the outside.

It's equivalent to double protection; the combined defensive power and functionality should be comparable to a master-level armor!

"Having reunited with a wise ruler, let's give him a new name: [Black Shark]."

Black Shark Leather Armor, Ferocious Battle Armor, Meng Chuan studied Chen's fourth-grade heavy armor.

To be honest, it's just so-so, about on par with his two-piece set.
Coming to his senses, Meng Chuan brought the remaining two pieces of equipment to his attention.

They smelled it while studying it.

The long whip and long boots both belong to the sorcerer witch.

He didn't have any particular fetish; rather, both of these things had their own mysteries.
The whip is different from the demonic blade.

The emerald green color emanating from it is not demonic energy, but rather the third-grade True Martial Whip infused with poison.

Its upside-down spikes are made from the back spikes of a Tier 3 Spinosaurus, making it quite valuable.

This item should fetch a good price; there are many female martial artists who use whips, so it will definitely be a bestseller.

And tall boots are even more impressive.
Meng Chuan held it in his hand, examining and studying it, feeling its insides and out.
no problem.

He put away his boots and whip, feeling reassured.

"That demoness's unpredictable movements, and her ability to create illusory clones, are all thanks to these shoes."

These shoes are not Zhenwu, but a strange object similar to Qianhuan Qianmian.

The variety of strange objects is astounding, including bone contracts that condense oaths, illusions that can change appearance and aura, and memory stones that can store the attack of a powerful person, and so on.

A very small number of these rare items possess powerful effects and are as valuable as divine weapons.

The boots in front of me, though not quite to that extent.

But Meng Chuan felt that its value should be higher than that of a third-grade True Martial.

Not only does it increase speed, it can also create illusory clones, making it an excellent item for both chasing and escaping.

Unfortunately.
The essence of rare objects lies in their natural beauty, nurtured by nature without human intervention.

The extraordinary nature of these boots cannot be diminished by the glossy leather surface.

Meng Chuan can't wear it; the style doesn't suit her.
Let's just sell it.

Female martial arts practitioners would go crazy fighting over this thing.
He did a rough calculation.

Including Tiger Soul, the remaining food on my person, and the spoils of this trip.

It seems we're almost ready to raise enough money for a fourth-grade master-level halberd.

The problem now is, who can sell him a fourth-grade Zhenwu halberd?
True weapons of this caliber are rarely seen on the market, let alone halberds, which are rarely used.

how so?

Using the same material, wouldn't it be better to forge two swords and sell them for the price of one halberd?
But Meng Chuan was not entirely clueless.

Principal Yang Huan uses a halberd; you can ask him.

Secondly, the Yang family of Linzhou and the Huo family of Chencang are both prominent families specializing in spear fighting.

His family was wealthy, possessing countless Zhenwu treasures and weapons.

Spears and halberds are inseparable; perhaps there are some treasured pieces among them.
Anyway, with money to spare, why worry about not being able to buy good stuff!
With his pocket money surging, Meng Chuan's back straightened instantly.

He was pleased with what he had already gained, and then he checked the rest.

Meng Chuan took the small green porcelain bottle, and as soon as he touched it, he heard a clear, crisp sound like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

He uncorked the wooden plug, poured out two bright red pills, and then observed the qi.

At the same time, the meridians in his body trembled slightly.

My blood and qi flowed faster and faster, giving me a feeling of being forcibly awakened.

Meng Chuan recalled that the pill still carried a faint scent of the demonic witch when she fled.

He then guessed that it must be some kind of "bursting pill" that caused a burst of energy and blood, with some aftereffects.

These kinds of elixirs are things that ordinary people can use to turn the tide in desperate situations, and their value is not low.

Unfortunately, it was of no use to him.

Meng Chuan has his own method for unleashing his full potential; in the "Liberated" state, he is several times more powerful than taking drugs.

Both taking the elixir and unlocking liberation require the body's qi and blood to boil in coordination, therefore the two cannot be combined to have the same effect.

After removing the leather armor, we can't be completely deprived of everything else, can we?
Out of spite, Meng Chuan looked at two more martial arts manuals.

(End of this chapter)