Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 383 Saint

His cultivation level has reached the peak of the True Liquid stage, and he can advance to the Blood Shaking stage at any time.

Physical strength increased by about 5%, while physical activity inexplicably increased from about 20 times to about 25 times.

Despite consuming large amounts of brilliant sap and ancient tree fossils, and having reached near the limit of his physical activity, his body suddenly increased fivefold. This growth is astonishing.

"Could it be that my recent unconsciousness triggered other powers that had been stored within my body?"

Zhou Leng's brain was subjected to multiple mental shocks, and he forgot whether he had taken the pills or not. He also didn't think of Xiao Yong, because Maoshengzhigen said that although he always encountered good things, he ate almost all of them except for sharing them with Maoshengzhigen.

Turning to look at the queen ant, I inexplicably recalled that dream that was both cold and fiery.

I vaguely guessed that it was caused by the ant queen's spiritual power erosion.

If one's will is not strong enough, one has already become a slave to the queen ant.

Zhou Leng's eyes flashed, he pulled out a dagger, jumped onto the queen ant's back, and started stabbing wildly at her neck.

After only five stabs, the dagger shattered with a crack.

The queen ant suddenly trembled slightly and woke up.

Zhou Leng unleashed a flurry of Heavenly Tide Palm strikes with both palms.

A surging, powerful force crashed into the ant's shell.

The queen ant screamed a few times before her neck broke.

The enormous head crashed to the ground and thrashed about.

Zhou Leng plugged the neck of the ant that was splattering with insect juice, stood on the corpse of the queen ant, and surveyed the battlefield.

He took out the third pair of curved swords from the magic bag, jumped down, and quickly finished off all the demons and giant ants.

Take out the magic bottle, poke a hole at the bottom of the queen ant, and use the magic bottle to collect the juice.

After finishing one bottle, continue filling the second one.

Zhou Leng looked at the first bottle of ant queen juice and took a sip.

It was indeed different from the juice of ordinary giant worms.

It has a bittersweet taste, a smooth texture, and a mellow aroma.

The medicinal power, when carefully experienced, is not as potent as the dazzling sap of the Grandmaster Ant Queen.

However, it contains even more energy than the fluid of the innate giant worm.

It contains some power that shouldn't exist at this level.

It was a natural disaster that unleashed the power of the queen ant.

Zhou Leng glanced at the two queen ants, or rather, the queen ant juice tanker.

Each tank contains at least 50 cubic meters.

That is 50000 liters.

A person needs to drink about 2 liters of water a day.

Even if a martial artist could drink 10 liters of water, it would still take 5000 days, or 13 and a half years, to finish it.

Although my ears were ringing and my head was throbbing, I felt much better.

This stuff isn't as good as the Brilliant Juice, but it's plentiful.

It can be drunk daily, when injured, and even during cultivation; its life-giving power far surpasses that of the Water of Life.

If you're short of essential medicines, take a trip to the Demon World; the Demon Masters will definitely be willing to trade if they have them.

However, it is best to consume this life-giving medicinal fruit yourself and cultivate the Star Phoenix Resurrection Technique.

Bottle after bottle was filled.

Fortunately, I've had a lot of loot lately, including many enchanted bottles.

This method of filling is too slow, so we opened a few more holes and took out some empty bottles for Xiaoyong to squeeze juice from the other queen ant.

The two ants teamed up to drain the queen ant dry.

The queen ant's enormous body was scattered into its molted skins and laid out on the ground.

Zhou Leng rolled up the insect skin, which resembled a large cotton quilt, and put it, along with the queen ant's head, into his magic pouch, taking up a small portion of the space.

The corpses of just these two queen ants could fetch hundreds of millions.

Xiaoyong was given several bottles of ant queen juice, but he only accepted two.

After collecting the spoils, I went to the elf.

All the elves are unconscious, and those closest to the queen have already perished.

Zhou Leng dripped the queen ant's juice into the mouths of each elf.

Emerging from the cave, the spirit dragged its broken body back.

The mutilated elf was filled with unease upon seeing the scene in the altar hall.

Seeing the elves lying on the ground, alarm bells rang in my mind.

Murder to silence witnesses...

Zhou Leng ignored them and wanted to break through to the Bloodthirst level, but seeing that there was no one else who could fight except Xiao Yong, he could only wander around and collect spoils.

There are quite a few demons in this place.

A full hour passed before the unconscious elves gradually awoke.

Those with the strongest abilities, such as Yin Huyue, were the first to regain consciousness. In their dazed state, they ate the medicinal fruits they had brought to heal their injuries.

Seeing the empty altar hall, they realized that Zhou Leng had achieved final victory, even devouring the corpses, displaying the prowess of a giant worm.

"Congratulations on your victory, Prophet," Silver Lake Moon said weakly.

"You all get some rest. Some of you have died in battle, and some have suffered brain injuries. Oh, and by the way, the two queen ants unleashed a total of four mental shocks."

"Four times..."

All the elves' expressions changed slightly.

At this moment, the elf lying on the tree branch cushion suddenly looked at the other elves lying on the ground with sympathy.

Compared to death and senility, his injuries seemed insignificant.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside.

Then came the laughter of the demons.

"Haha, the wild elf is too green..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and more than twenty demons stood at the doorway.

They carried the corpses of elves, demons, or giant insects on their backs.

"What happened? Where's the queen ant? Where are the other giant demonic insects?"

Zhou Leng took a step forward, and the roar shook the cave. Before the demons could react, he rushed close and killed them all.

Without any magical enhancements, using only normal light-footed skills, he covered 200 meters per second.

The True Liquid Innate Speed ​​of 200 seconds is unprecedented and breaks the world record for human martial artists.

The awakened wild elf rushed forward to deal with the corpse.

Silver Lake Moon ordered his men to bring all the corpses of the wild elves to the altar.

The mutilated wild elf looked at the various legs and feet around the altar with a melancholy gaze.

As time passed, the unconscious wild elves gradually awoke, and more and more demonic giant insects returned, while wild elves, guided by revelations, continued to arrive. Half a day later, more than three hundred wild elves surrounded the altar, chanting incantations.

The wild elf's corpse slowly burned, turning into green flames that purified the altar.

Within the green elf fire, the faces of elves emerged.

There was anger, resentment, fear, confusion, regret, and disappointment...

In the end, all faces turned into smiles, and everything was resolved.

The elf's fire grew smaller and smaller, but its color became more and more intense.

Finally, the spirit fire flew into the air and transformed into a fist-sized emerald green flame.

"May the prophet receive fire."

Zhou Leng nodded slightly and said in the Elvish language he had just learned, "I shall be the Elvish prophet."

The elven fire flew towards his brow, entered the mountain of will, and transformed into strange nourishment to nurture his martial will.

The surging spiritual energy slowly transformed into the martial will that Zhou Leng needed.

Once the transformation is complete, the martial arts will be greatly enhanced.

The moment the Spirit Fire was obtained, a white pillar of light descended from the sky.

A blurry, transparent, ancient elf slowly descended from the pillar of light.

All the elves knelt down, even the crippled elves hurriedly rolled over and prostrated themselves on the ground.

"Your Majesty the Great King of Light..."

An elderly man with white hair stood in mid-air, looking down at the crowd.

"Elves for millennia, degenerated to this extent..."

All the elves blushed.

They knew perfectly well that the power and bloodline of the elves had weakened with each generation.

"So be it, even gods will one day fade away with the wind..."

The King of Light pointed a finger at Zhou Leng, and his figure slowly dissipated.

Gone with the wind.

A platinum leaf suddenly appeared between Zhou Leng's brows, radiating a holy white light.

"Holy One," the wild elves bowed their heads in reverence.

Platinum Saint Leaf disappeared from sight.

The platinum sacred leaf fell on the Mountain of Will, merging with the elven fire, radiating a warm power that strengthens the will to fight.

Like magicians, elves primarily cultivate mental power, which is equivalent to the martial will of a warrior.

The crippled elves sighed inwardly. If Zhou Leng was merely an elven prophet, they would still have hope.

But now that Zhou Leng has been appointed a saint by the King of Light, they have no chance of turning the tables.

Before this, for countless millennia, there had been prophets from other races, but never saints from other races.

The King of Light broke with tradition, and the deeper reasons behind this, combined with his words, sent chills down the spines of the elves.

The broken elves finally laid down their last resistance, praised Zhou Leng in unison, swore an oath of loyalty to the prophet, and joined the prophet's guard.

Their bodies are damaged; how can they protect anything?

It's just about saving your life.

Many of the other wild elves had not pledged allegiance, but since the saint had been made, they had to kneel down, declare their allegiance, and join the prophet's guard.

Only a dozen or so wild elves from large families remain silent and have yet to pledge allegiance.

Zhou Leng breathed a sigh of relief after officially obtaining the identity of the prophet.

Now you don't have to worry about being teleported to prison.

Hopefully, when they leave, the monster army will not have reached Silverlake Town yet.

"You all go and guard the cave entrance; I need to cultivate and break through to the next level."

"Yes!"

Yinhuyue mobilized her troops, sending elves to guard the gate, while she herself led twenty loyal elves to protect Zhou Leng.

Xiao Yong lay quietly to the side.

Zhou Leng sat cross-legged on the ground and began circulating the "Star-Searching Technique".

From the innate stage onwards, minor realm advancements do not require the consumption of advancement pills, because the body is already strong enough, the realm is high enough, and the will is pure enough, thus avoiding excessive damage.

No additional techniques are required for the promotion process.

A natural gift, success comes naturally.

When Zhou Leng was promoted, Silver Lake Town was greeted by a monster army.

The thousands of residents of Silverlake are ready for a major battle.

The light of magic ripped through the dark night sky, the cold glint of swords fell like frost across the forest, and screams rose and fell.

Nearby forest tribes rushed to their aid.

The monsters of the Flute Forest also rushed towards Silverlake Town.

In the distance, a group of several hundred people came to a halt.

After discussing with the team's experts, including the grandmasters, Zhao He decided to abandon supporting Silver Lake Town and continue searching for ancient tree fossils.

Suddenly, the roar of battle echoed from afar.

An elven grandmaster shouted, "Blood of Tyranny, you madman, you have slaughtered our entire tribe..."

"You little wild sprite, how dare you plot against me?"

Then, a series of deafening sounds rang out, and the elf master's shouts were never heard again.

Zhao He and the others looked at each other.

One of them said, "This is the fourth massacre by the Bloodthirsty Blood that we've encountered. Including those we haven't, the Bloodthirsty Blood has killed at least a dozen Grandmasters in just a few days. What exactly is he doing?"

"Could it be that he's treating the world of the Tree People as his path to becoming a Martial Saint?"

"You never know, he's capable of anything."

Should we move away?

"It's alright. We have trade relations with the Siren forces behind the Blood of Tyranny. If we produce proof, he shouldn't make a move. In fact, the Blood of Tyranny is more lenient towards humans than towards Siren."

“I heard that some giant masters have secretly infiltrated the area, preparing to ambush and kill him.”

"Hard to say……"

Before the words were finished, a dense roar resounded through the sky.

Like the sonic booms of a supersonic fighter jet flying low, the sound roared and exploded one after another.

Everyone hurriedly looked toward the source of the sound.

In the distance, the forest exploded, sending smoke and dust billowing into the sky.

Ordinary people cannot perceive what is happening.

(End of this chapter)