Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 137 Imagination
Everyone discussed in low voices for a while and planned a route.

During this gap, two other teams of dwarves appeared, chose different passages, and left their own marks.

A group of seven people chose a passage, left a mark, and moved forward quickly.

The passage was winding and up and down. After walking for more than twenty minutes, the team stopped.

Two bronze door frames appeared in front, forming two passages.

In the middle of each bronze door lintel, there is a divine character, which looks like Chinese characters written in reverse.

Zhou Leng looked at them carefully. The writing of these two divine texts was not quite standard, and it could even be said that there were some minor mistakes, but they were still clear.

The others looked at Zhou Leng.

"It's the same as what's recorded on the map." Zhou Leng said.

"What does the divine text mean?"

Zhou Leng took a photo and recorded it first. Although he recognized it, he checked the information again to be on the safe side.

"The sacred text on the left translates to 'the land of nothingness'."

"The sacred text on the right translates to 'a place where light shines.'"

"Definitely choose the right side!"

The dwarves shouted, and Zhang Xinglie nodded.

"Let's go." Zhou Leng gave an order, and seven people slowly walked into the bronze door on the right.

After entering, there is a hall. In the middle of the hall, there stands a stone pillar more than one meter high. A brazier on top of the pillar is burning with raging fire.

After the seven people entered, the bronze door slammed shut.

Then, there was a roar under the feet and the whole hall seemed to be spinning.

Rumble…

The ground collapsed and everyone fell down.

The dwarves cursed in unison.

"Watch your step!"

Zhou Leng immediately turned on the magic watch and shone it downwards.

The pit is more than ten meters deep.

Fortunately, Zhou Leng and Zhang Xinglie had both practiced Qinggong. As they were about to land, their internal energy surged and their bodies slowed down suddenly. After landing, they slightly bent their legs to relieve the force.

The other five dwarves fell heavily to the ground, cried out a few times, then patted their butts and stood up as if nothing had happened.

call……

Suddenly, some small openings appeared in all directions, spewing flames.

"This is not a place of shining light, this is a place of fire!" shouted Molten Hammer.

Everyone hurried to avoid it.

These craters seemed to be very old and only partially spewed flames, unable to cover all of them. People could avoid them by running faster.

The seven people ran in the pit with a diameter of more than 20 meters like mice encountering a cat, avoiding the flames.

After running for a quarter of an hour, the flames slowly died down.

Seven people sat on the ground, panting.

"Is your translation really correct?" Ale's eyes finally cleared up.

Zhou Leng said helplessly: "Absolutely right, I am an intermediate divine text researcher."

Molten Hammer said: "If you think about it carefully, this place is not particularly dangerous. Perhaps that void place is more dangerous."

"That's right." Everyone nodded.

"How do we get up there?"

Everyone looked up. The wall was straight up and down, smooth and with no place to put their weight. It was five or six stories high, and even those in the Body Refining Stage could not climb up.

The crater is only three meters below.

"I'll throw one of you up there and then let down a rope to pull us up," said Zhang Xinglie.

"You are so strong?" Rongchui and others looked at Zhang Xinglie in confusion.

"Try it first, who's going?"

"Let me do it." Black Barrel said as he put down the hammer and other items.

"You might not get it right the first time you throw it, so be prepared."

Black Barrel nodded.

Zhang Xinglie grabbed the black barrel with both hands, then gathered all his internal energy, turned his body quickly like throwing a hammer, and finally threw it upwards.

With a whoosh, the black barrel flew towards...

The inner wall of the pit is still three meters away from the pit mouth.

Hei Tong cursed, quickly stretched out his hands and feet and pressed against the wall, his body bounced back and fell from mid-air.

Several dwarves rushed over and reached out to take it.

"No need!" This time with experience, Heitong put his legs on the ground, lowered his body, and stood up again.

"Come again, I think it can work."

Zhang Xinglie threw again and failed for the second time.

The third time, he successfully threw the black barrel up.

Then, everyone took out the ropes of the magic bag, tied them together, and threw them up. They then threw the black barrel down and pulled everyone up one by one.

Molten Hammer grinned and said, "It's nothing, but..."

The middle of the hall sunk, but the edges were still there, and the stone pillars were actually connected to the top, as if they were suspended in mid-air.

There is a bronze door on each side, and the bronze door for entry is closed.

"Look at the words on the door again."

Zhou Leng took photos and this time, looked for more information.

"The door on the left, the sacred text means 'let you dream'."

"The door in the middle, the sacred text means 'give you nightmares'."

"The door on the right, the sacred text means 'the old place that makes you happy'."

Zhou Leng immediately added: "However, these divine texts have flaws. I can only do my best."

Zhang Xinglie said: "There are huge differences between these meanings. I prefer the third one, the door on the right."

"Me too, I believe Zhou Leng." Rong Hammer was too lazy to think.

The other four iron dwarves hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.

"Then go to the door on the right."

Zhou Leng said: "I chose it, I will go in first."

Zhang Xinglie said, "You are at the lowest level now, I will do it, don't argue."

"Okay." Zhang Xinglie entered first, and the others followed.

After entering the passage, the door at the back slammed shut.

After walking forward for a while, the smell of decay lingered in the air.

"I have a bad feeling..." Ale's eyes became clearer.

"I've experienced this kind of aura on the battlefield..."

Zhou Leng frowned, because in the divine text, "battlefield" and "old place" have many similarities, and it is easy to make mistakes when forming a complete divine text.

However, since Mountain Forge is a master of divine writing, there shouldn't be any problems.

Moreover, the previous flame was not very difficult, and it was indeed where the light shone.

The seven people walked out of the passage, and the door behind them closed again, revealing a large space of tens of thousands of square meters in front of them.

The glow of the vines illuminates the cave.

The broken flags fell to the ground, the broken swords were scattered, and bones were scattered everywhere.

"This isn't the place I always liked..."

"It may also be that my grandfather believed that dwarves of our generation should be good at fighting, and that he was right in saying that the battlefield is a place where people can enjoy themselves."

"possible……"

A light mist rose from the ground, reaching a height of one meter, up to the dwarves' necks.

"I feel like I'm drowning," Molten Hammer muttered.

Wow…

The skeletons suddenly stood up, holding weapons, and slowly gathered around, moving faster and faster.

As they walked, they absorbed nearby weapons and equipment.

Soon, a group of skeleton warriors, covered in all kinds of broken armor, rushed over.

Zhou Leng said: "Fight while finding a way to break through."

He spoke it twice, once in Chinese and once in Dwarven.

Molten Hammer said, "There's no need to break out, just fight. This is basically how we dwarven treasures are. We won't let anyone pass unless we kill them thoroughly."

"Then let's have a big fight!"

Zhang Xinglie hadn't made a move for a long time, but he was the first to rush forward.

He used the Ten Direction Storm Art, and as soon as he made a move, a storm howled, faster than Zhou Leng's, and punched the skeleton warrior in the chest.

bang...

The entire skeleton warrior exploded, with fragments of armor and broken bones flying all over the sky.

"Powerful!" Zhou Leng and Rong Chui praised in unison, then took action.

Everyone present had rich combat experience and did not need any command, cooperating with each other instinctively.

They had their backs to the wall, with a very small contact surface, and the hundreds of skeleton warriors outside couldn't do anything to them.

The four dwarves were very powerful. After they smashed the skeleton warrior with their sledgehammers, at least half of it was destroyed.

Zhou Leng and Zhang Xinglie are even more powerful.

The skeleton warriors moved a little slowly, and in the eyes of Zhou Leng and Zhang Xinglie, they were no different from wooden men.

The two men used their fists or palms, and did not touch other parts of the body, only attacking the chest.

With just one move, the skeleton warrior will be completely shattered, and there will be no need for a second move.

There were too many skeleton warriors, one after another, like waves.

Slowly, everyone became exhausted.

The four dwarves were panting, their hair wet with sweat.

After a while, Zhang Xinglie couldn't help but said, "I don't have much true energy left. Even taking the Qi-nourishing Pills won't last. I need to recover a little."

"Okay, I'll take over, and you guys take turns to rest!"

Zhou Leng moved his position, changed the formation, and stood in the middle.

Zhang Xinglie stood and regulated his breathing and practiced his skills, looking at Zhou Leng's back.

He firmly believed that Zhou Leng had the same potential as himself, but he didn't expect that he would need Zhou Leng to stand in front of him before he even passed the last semester.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why Rao Mingxian's tone was full of respect when he talked about Zhou Leng in the barbecue restaurant.

When his Qi was half recovered, Zhang Xinglie stepped forward again and asked, "Do you want to regulate your breathing?"

"My town's...true energy hasn't recovered yet. I'll tell you after it recovers." Zhou Leng said.

"Your true energy hasn't run out yet?" Zhang Xinglie's eyes were full of question marks. He knew that the Xuanchao Jue had the characteristic of resurgence.

"I have Lingdi Jade."

"Me too."

"My true qi has been strengthened by the Heavenly Rank. The characteristics of your Ten Directions Storm Art are swift and fierce, but your true qi amount is not at an advantage." Zhou Leng said.

Zhang Xinglie thought to himself that the Ten Directions Storm Technique had always been superior in terms of total amount of true energy.

Rongchui said: "Don't be surprised. When we were in the Heavenly Stage Battlefield, he was always the man who lasted the longest. Even without taking medicine, his time was more than three times that of others."

Not long after, Zhang Xinglie rested again, and Zhou Leng remained motionless.

After Zhang Xinglie rested for the third time, Zhou Leng said, "My true energy has run out."

Zhang Xinglie breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Leng continued, "It's coming back. I'll take a break in about ten minutes. You guys calculate the rest time."

Zhang Xinglie smacked his lips, not knowing what to say.

The amount of true Qi in the middle stage of body refining is not as good as that in the late stage of blood circulation.

The scene in Zhang Xinglie's mind where someone else said Zhou Leng was poisoned popped up. By comparison, he seemed to be the one who was poisoned.

After fighting for more than an hour, thousands of skeleton warriors fell to the ground and formed a thick bone wall in front.

Seven people sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, not wanting to move or speak.

After a while, Zhou Leng threw a tonic pill and a marching pill to everyone to replenish their strength.

Zhou Leng felt a little guilty.

This place doesn't really seem like an "old happy place" but more like an "old battlefield that drives people crazy."

Seven people fought against about three thousand skeleton warriors.

Even though the skeleton warriors are weak, the difference in numbers is too great to tire seven ordinary body refining masters to death.

Ale moved his lips, then slowly said: "Zhou Leng, do you really know the divine text?"

Zhang Xinglie said: "I think something went wrong."

Rongchui half-jokingly said: "Zhou Leng, we are all friends. If you honestly say that you don't know the divine text, we don't blame you."

Zhou Leng displayed his certification as an intermediate-level divine text researcher in Wudao City and said, "This cannot be faked."

(End of this chapter)