Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 123 Note
A strange spiritual power emerged from the inside of the Original Demon Fruit, attacking the seal of the Mountain of Will and the power of ice.

The next moment, another kind of power emerged from the Original Demon Fruit, weak but tenacious.

As the new power emerged, the power of the Original Demon Fruit became unbalanced and was suppressed by Zhou Leng's power.

Zhou Leng stood up with difficulty, turned his head to look at his back, reached out and touched his hand, which was covered in blood.

He looked down at his chest again.

The heart seemed to be wrapped in something sticky.

Zhou Leng vaguely remembered that he felt a chill in his back after being hit by the devil's spell.

Then, I saw countless strange scenes, including demons, human beings, killing, and warmth.

At that time I just thought it was an illusion, but why was there something extra at the heart position?

What just happened?
The power of martial arts perception made Zhou Leng puzzled.

On the one hand, it felt incredibly delicious, as if it were food for the body.

Because of the addition of this substance, the body gains the ability to speed up healing in a short period of time.

On the other hand, it is like a rose with thorns, which contains dangerous power.

Demonic power.

Zhou Leng was completely puzzled and had no idea what had happened, but one thing was certain.

"We need to find a way to dispel the demonic power."

Zhou Leng pondered for a moment and checked the wound.

The wound on the left hand was just a cut, nothing serious.

After taking off shoes and socks, I found a penetrating wound on my left foot.

Under the effect of that mysterious thing and the medicine, the wound healed very well, and at first glance it looked like it was injured three days ago.

Zhou Leng took out trauma medicine and painkillers from Liang Baiyin's magic bag and took a "muscle-enhancing pill."

Worth millions, it can heal wounds quickly.

I flipped through it again and found the fast healing potion.

This is a miracle emergency medicine that can heal wounds extremely quickly and eliminate pain.

The side effect is that if there is no other potion or elixir to cooperate with it, the wound will return to its original state after one day.

It is a perfect combination with muscle-enhancing pills.

Zhou Leng drank the quick-healing potion in one gulp, and ten seconds later, the wound felt numb and itchy.

Zhou Leng looked at the wound on his left foot, which was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, only shallow scars were left.

Without any worries, we accelerated towards the Shuizhou base.

I ran with all my strength, taking Liang Baiyin's Qi-nourishing Pills all the way.

In the car in the distance.

Mark got tired of waiting, so he got out of the car and urinated.

People got off the bus one after another to relieve themselves and chat.

When it got dark, Mark spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm and cursed: "These damn guys, how can I believe that they can help us explore the treasure of the ancient king?"

Tu Rong said helplessly: "Captain Mark, maybe there are other gains."

Mark raised his wrist and said, “Wait another half an hour, and when the time is up, drive away.”

Tu Rong frowned and looked in the direction where Yu Baocheng and Zhou Leng disappeared.

It's getting darker.

"It's time." Mark turned and got in the car.

"Someone is coming! It's Fan Zhixing! Brother Fan!" Tu Rong shouted, waved, and quickly walked towards him.

Mark turned around and leaned against the car body, frowning.

Nine people went.

Now there is only one left.

Tu Rong rushed to Fan Zhixing. Fan Zhixing was breathing heavily. He put his hands on Tu Rong's arms. His legs went soft and his body slid down.

"Brother Fan!" Tu Rong screamed, hurriedly supported Fan Zhixing and took a closer look.

Fan Zhixing looked pale, was sweating all over, and had a foul smell on his body.

A pair of eyes were dark and looked like two deep pits in the night.

"You...what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I just ran out of energy."

"What's that smell?" Tu Rong sniffed in confusion and looked around.

A sickly red streak appeared on Fan Zhixing's face, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I stepped on the feces and urine of the monster, and I stunk all over."

"Oh, then let me help you go back. Where are they?" Tu Rong asked as they walked.

Fan Zhixing lowered his head slightly and said nothing.

Tu Rong was stunned for a moment, his heart skipped a beat, his whole body went cold, and he silently supported Fan Zhixing and walked forward.

Walking to the front of the car, Mark raised his chin and asked with a dark face: "Where are they?"

Fan Zhixing opened his mouth but could not speak. He was silent for several seconds before he said hoarsely, "We chased him first... Then... when we approached him, we found that the two foreign warriors had died in a very tragic way... Then... I threw down my backpack and ran away. I don't know what happened next."

Mark raised his foot, then retracted it, took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said: “Tell me the death of my two subordinates in detail, and don’t miss any details.”

As Fan Zhixing recalled, he said: "One person had a crack from the chin upwards to the center of his eyebrows... Another fell to the ground with a big hole from the back of his heart to the front of his heart..."

"Say it again." Mark said.

Fan Zhixing said it again, and it was almost the same as what he said before.

"Say it again." Mark's face became even uglier.

Fan Zhixing said it for the third time, and there was no difference in the details.

The others understood that Fan Zhixing was most likely not lying.

"You mean, he, a martial arts student in the middle stage of blood circulation, first killed two of my men, then chased them, and in the end only you came back?"

"The other two also ran away. They should not be dead. After all, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack for one person to look for three people." Fan Zhixing said.

"You didn't go back to check?" "I didn't dare."

"Bitch...get in the car, take us to the battlefield."

“But…” Fan Zhixing showed fear on his face.

Mark raised his hand and slapped her, cursing, "I'm in the body refining stage, and there's a carload of people, what am I afraid of?"

A group of people got in the car and drove towards the battlefield.

Half an hour later, everyone arrived at the place where Yu Baocheng died.

Seeing the bodies of the three people, Mark stretched out his arm to stop the others and walked over, observing the footprints on the ground and the details on the bodies of the dead.

"What Fan Zhixing said is right. This Zhou Leng is very powerful. Look at Yu Baocheng and this guy. They are lying side by side. One of them was hit by the right palm, and the other was hit by the left palm..."

"...All signs show that Zhou Leng hit two people at the same time. Look at the footprints on the ground. The depth of normal walking and fighting is different. He probably only used no more than five moves..."

"Let's go and look at the other bodies."

The group continued forward and saw two more corpses, and finally arrived at the location of the two foreign warriors.

Mark spread his arms again to stop everyone and take pictures with drones and mobile phones.

Then, Mark walked forward, observed for a while, and said: "The traces of battle show that Zhou Leng was running forward and then returning..."

"When he got here, look at the footprints. He pretended to rush to the left, but actually rushed to the right. Since he learned the Eight Diagrams Step and the Dielang Palm and other skills..."

Mark followed Zhou Leng's footsteps and imitated Zhou Leng's movements, which were surprisingly 70% to 80% similar.

"The move of the face-splitting player should not be a fist, but an elbow or a knee. However, judging from the marks on his feet, it doesn't look like a knee..."

"The palm strike at the back pierced through the chest. There is nothing much to say. The palm force has surpassed the late stage of ordinary blood circulation and is only slightly weaker than the early stage of body training."

Finally, Mark looked at Tu Rong.

"Is he really poisoned?"

"It's absolutely true. The military, the Military Protection Bureau, and the hospital all said so. Moreover... my friend's friend saw with his own eyes the poison remaining on his clothes."

Mark nodded and said, "Then I'm relieved. If he's not poisoned, we'll either kill him at all costs, or come to his house with a large sum of money to make amends."

"what?"

"This person is young, powerful, ruthless, and efficient. In a few years, he will be far superior to us. Since he has been poisoned by the mental poison, let it go."

"But... so many of us died."

Mark pointed at the two bodies and asked, "Besides me, who among you can kill both of them in just a few moves?"

Everyone was silent.

"This matter ends here. After we complete the task of finding the ancient king's treasure, I won't stop any of you from seeking revenge. But for now, we can't create any more trouble. Carry the bodies of the two men on our backs and go back."

Tu Rong was suddenly startled and whispered, "The backpack has been taken away. The map that was supposed to be given to our boss..."

"It doesn't matter. Just make another copy of that thing. Even if they get it and go to the Ancient King's Treasure, it doesn't matter."

Everyone immediately realized that the map was probably not as detailed as the one owned by the Trump tycoon.

Everyone looked gloomy and walked back.

Red spotted forest.

Zhou Leng stopped and the network was connected.

Zhou Leng turned on the magic watch, and Rao Mingxian, Xu Kangan and others sent messages one after another.

Rao Mingxian said: "When you get close, remember to send us a message. Liang Baiyin said that there is a note in her ID bag with her contact information. The first one is, you add her as a friend."

Zhou Leng took out Liang Baiyin's ID bag, and there was indeed a note inside.

"If you find it, please contact one of the following mobile phone numbers. A reward of more than 10,000 yuan will be given..."

Zhou Leng first replied to Rao Mingxian, and then added Liang Baiyin as a friend while running.

"Brother Zhou Leng, where are you?"

"Just past the red spotted forest, running at full speed, it will take no more than an hour to arrive."

"We'll be waiting for you outside the Battle Hall."

"it is good."

"How is Mr. Song?"

"He has been sent to the base hospital. The doctor said he is fine, just exhausted from the battle."

"That's good."

"Brother Zhou Leng, how are you?"

"I encountered a body-refining demon, got injured, and ate a lot of your pills."

"It's okay. It doesn't matter if you ate it all. As long as you can come back, it's better than anything else."

"Thank you for the pill."

"I think compared to the pills, the life you saved is more important."

The two chatted for a few more sentences, and Zhou Leng was focused on traveling at night, so he politely ended the conversation.

On the way, Zhou Leng contacted Deng Zhijue again, briefly told him about his experiences in the past two days, and asked for a day off.

However, there was no mention of encountering the Maid of Pain.

The thing in the heart is not suitable to be exposed.

When I get a chance, I’ll find out what kind of power this is.

I don't know why, but scenes of the Glimmering Star and the Magic Bag Garden occasionally appear in my mind.

Late at night, Zhou Leng arrived at the Shuizhou base.

When I walked outside the military merit hall, I found Liang Baiyin standing there alone.

She was wearing a light yellow floral dress, with two ponytails hanging down to her waist and her two white arms behind her back.

She was using an advanced magic brain, and a three-dimensional projection screen appeared in front of her.

"Liang Baiyin." Zhou Leng called her name as he approached.

She turned around, turned off the projection screen and walked over with a smile on her face.

Zhou Leng had never looked at her closely before, but now that he looked at her carefully, he found that she was small and delicate, only reaching his chest.

(End of this chapter)