Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 481 Barbecue
The seventh hour.

The demon, who had returned to the crater early, secretly sent a message to the ten-horned savage blood within the divine blood magma.

"Lord Ten-Horned, it has been seven hours now, and Zhou Leng has not yet come up. He may have great potential."

Deep within the magma, not far from the Zhou Lengluo point.

After pondering for a long time, Ten-Horned Blood Demon finally decided to obey the Heavenly Calamity God's command and slowly swim towards Zhou Leng's landing point.

"Ok?"

When he arrived there, he couldn't sense Zhou Leng's presence at all.

So it slowly ascended, soon approaching the surface of the lava, and sent a message to the demon.

"He didn't go out?"

"No."

“That means going deeper into the territory. Very good, very good. This further proves that he is worth killing.”

The ten-horned blood beast quickly descended.

One hundred meters, two hundred meters, eight hundred meters, one thousand meters.

Ten-horned Mang Xue stopped, puzzled.

This depth is so great that even the Dark Wrath would struggle, let alone him. Could it be that Zhou Leng went somewhere else?

This possibility is very low, because no one would wander around inside and no one wants to bump into anyone else.

"Then, let's try again."

The Ten-Horned Blood continued to descend, and soon it reached a depth of two thousand meters.

The ten-horned blood beast remained silent amidst the magma.

The good news is that they finally sensed the lingering presence of Zhou Leng, indicating that he was right below them.

The bad news is that it's too deep here, and the power of the divine blood magma is too strong.

In such places, dragon energy is consumed extremely quickly.

Without dragon power, even if he were a demonic dragon, his physical body alone could not withstand such a deep layer of divine blood magma.

"I'll wait and see here."

"Perhaps he will surface soon. I will wait patiently and take advantage of his weakness to deal with him."

The eighth hour.

Suddenly, Zhou Leng felt something bumping into him from the side. Startled, he quickly turned around and raised his arm to defend himself.

Touching something that is neither soft nor hard.

“This touch…”

Zhou Leng grabbed it, and even with his eyes closed and unable to see anything, he immediately knew what it was.

Magic Pouch.

It seems that its owner died and the magic bag was brought here by the magma current.

Zhou Leng took away the Demon Spirit Bag and began to unleash the Ten Rebellious Beast Fist.

Like an elephant or a whale.

The Ten Rebellious Beast Fist stirs the viscous magma, but it lacks powerful destructive force and does not trigger the detection of the magical artifact.

Now, as his physical body withstands the magma, he experiences only a slight pain and no other sensations.

The more heat accumulates in the body, the more it cannot be absorbed in a short time, and even practicing the Ten Rebellious Beast Fist won't help.

"Melting Hammer said that the more power of these Earth God's Blood accumulates, the better..."

Zhou Leng continued to descend, searching for possible magma medicinal fruits.

The medicinal fruits that can grow here must be extraordinary.

Clinging to the volcanic wall, we descended rapidly, getting deeper and deeper.

This place is filled with divine blood and magma. You can't open your eyes, and even if you did, you wouldn't be able to see anything. You can only rely on basic senses to make judgments.

Even if you don't get the medicinal fruit, you can still get more heat by diving deeper.

The tenth hour.

Ten-Horned Blood didn't expect that Zhou Leng hadn't surfaced yet.

"Could he be dead? No, his previous aura didn't suggest he was dead."

"Should we continue our infiltration?"

Ten-horned Bloodlust was caught in a dilemma.

After a moment of contemplation, the Heavenly Calamity Envoy's order and the pride of the Demon Dragon Clan made him determined.

"My dragon race roams freely in the Demon Prison and soars through the starry sky. How could we be intimidated by a mere human?"

"Even if it means getting injured, I will fulfill His Majesty the God of Calamity's mission!"

"The God of Calamity is Immortal!"

A fanatical light shone in his eyes, which were covered by his eyelids.

Ten-horned Mang Xue took out various magical potions and swallowed them all. His body strength surged, and he continued to sink.

He decided to make this a quick and decisive battle!

Although the divine blood magma below is strong, there won't be any problems as long as you go in and out quickly.

He lowered his head, diving rapidly like a fish.

The divine blood magma deep within grew increasingly scorching.

The deeper the ten-horned blood stalk descended, the more uneasy he felt.

Zhou Leng's breath stopped again. He was either dead or had been away for too long and had disappeared into deeper places.

"Do you want to leave?"

The ten-horned, bloodthirsty creature hesitated repeatedly before silently diving down.

Two thousand meters, three thousand meters, four thousand meters...

"Zhou Leng's aura!"

Ten-horned Mangxue was overjoyed, but after carefully examining his body, he began to hesitate.

Because the divine blood magma here is too powerful.

His dragon scales not only began to melt, but even his internal organs and brain showed obvious damage.

To the point that he was no longer clear-headed.

However, his loyalty to His Majesty the God of Calamity has never changed and remains as steadfast as ever.

"The God of Calamity is Immortal!"

Despite the intense pain, the Ten-Horned Blood Demon rapidly descended.

Five thousand meters, six thousand meters.

This depth was the limit of his endurance, and he finally decided to give up.

But in the next instant, he sensed Zhou Leng's presence.

The dazed mind of the ten-horned mangxue suddenly cleared.

"caught you!"

He suddenly accelerated. At a depth of seven thousand meters, he felt Zhou Leng was very close.

The enormous demonic dragon parted the divine blood magma and charged down, its claws reaching out to grab Zhou Leng's left calf as it plunged straight down.

Fearing discovery by the dwarf grandmaster, he chose the initial tactic.

Drag Zhou Leng deep inside and kill him using the divine blood magma.

"I don't believe that you, a mere human, are stronger than me!"

With unwavering conviction, the Ten-Horned Mang Xue unleashed all its dragon power, shooting through the thick divine blood magma like an arrow, grabbing Zhou Leng and charging downwards.

Zhou Leng was a little confused.

How could I be cultivating peacefully when I was suddenly captured and taken to a secluded place?

He hurriedly tried to break free, but failed.

The opponent's strength far exceeds that of oneself.

Ordinary Grandmasters could not possibly possess such overwhelming power.

Because they were in the thick, viscous divine blood magma, they couldn't see each other, but could only vaguely sense the demonic aura emanating from the other party, yet couldn't recall which demon it was.

A demon far more powerful than himself...

All the demons of this trial flashed through Zhou Leng's mind.

There are many Great Innate Realm beings who are stronger than me, but only two are far stronger.

One is the Dark Fury, and the other is the Ten-Horned Bloodlust.

The aura of the Dark Wrath is not like this; it can only be the Ten-Horned Bloodlust.

That ten-horned python bloodline is not only a Great Innate Realm cultivator, but also a demigod demon dragon bloodline. It is not an ordinary Great Innate Realm cultivator. If we fight head-on, I will definitely lose.

Why did the Ten-Horned Blood Demon grab him and pull him deeper into the depths?
perish together?

There was no enmity between them. Even if the demon wanted to kill him, why should he perish together with Little Bone Forging? It's impossible; it doesn't make logical sense.

The key is that his physical body is already able to withstand the divine blood magma. Even if he dives deeper, he can simply use his immortal star body and true qi to protect himself.

Zhou Leng racked his brains but still couldn't figure it out.

This is deep magma; I can't open my eyes, my mouth, or speak. I'm a martial artist, but I don't know any magic to transmit sound.

Zhou Leng tried to break free several times, but the ten-horned, bloodthirsty dragon claws were not so easy to escape.

Especially when surrounded by divine blood magma and being rapidly pulled downwards, it is difficult to exert force.

8,000 meters, 9,000 meters, 10,000 meters...

Ten-horned Mang Xue flew downwards relying entirely on his belief, constantly sensing Zhou Leng's aura.

What he couldn't understand was that his own aura was gradually weakening, while Zhou Leng's aura was constantly strengthening.

"The demonic dragon is unyielding, the god of calamity is immortal..."

"I still have a chance, I still have a chance..."

The last vestiges of Ten-Horned Bloodlust sustained him as he continued to descend.

Zhou Leng struggled continuously, but was unable to break free.

After 10,000 meters, Zhou Leng's body began to give out. Occasionally, he would use his Undying Star Body to protect himself, and once his body had recovered, he would abandon the protection and continue to tough it out with his bare hands and continue training...

At 15,000 meters, the speed of the Ten-Horned Bloodthirsty Demon slowed down, and its body occasionally trembled heavily, like a stroke or epileptic seizure.

Zhou Leng immediately noticed.

This means that the Ten-Horned Blood's brain has been severely damaged, causing its body to become uncontrollable.

Zhou Leng suddenly realized that the Ten-Horned Blood Beast must have been injured in the head before, and then went crazy and dived down randomly, accidentally grabbing him while wildly waving its claws.

It's unlikely to be directed at him personally, because a great innate master wouldn't be so foolish.

"That demonic dragon is really unlucky, what a pity..."

Zhou Leng couldn't help him and could only continue to passively descend.

It was much faster than diving by myself, so it did me a small favor.

Eleven hours have passed.

On the edge of the crater stood the test-takers and examiners.

The giant furnace checked the time and said, "There are still nine trial participants, and more than half of them are probably dead."

Aiden and Zhao He looked at the edge of the crater.

I didn't see Zhou Leng.

Was he dead, or did he manage to hold on for eleven hours?
Another half hour passed.

Deep within the divine blood magma, at a depth of nearly 20,000 meters.

The ten-horned savage blood stopped.

His last remaining sanity was filled with unspeakable doubt and a touch of tragic grandeur.

Why is it that I, a great innate being, have exhausted my power and my aura is almost gone, while that human who has forged bones has not only not weakened but has increased in aura?

Why……

Ten-horned Bloodlust was plunged into eternal darkness.

Zhou Leng sensed that the aura of the Ten-Horned Wild Blood was rapidly weakening until it disappeared.

With a slight effort, Zhou Leng broke free from the dragon's claws and reached out to touch the body of the Ten-Horned Mang Xue.

The dragon scales on the Ten-Horned Mangxue's body melted and fused with its flesh. Soon, the powerful innate demonic dragon's corpse would be burned to ashes.

Zhou Leng put the corpse of the Ten-Horned Mangxue into his spatial wooden box.

Through the spatial wooden box, it was discovered that the Ten-Horned Mangxue had accumulated terrifying earth god blood power within its body due to its deep burrowing.

This allowed the flesh and blood energy of the Ten-Horned Wild Blood to reach the level of a Grandmaster Dragon.

Moreover, the dragon meat appears to be cooked through and can be eaten directly without further processing.

Zhou Leng was overjoyed. His muscular stage was now stable. Just eating this dragon meat would be enough to elevate his body to its peak.

"He must hold a high position in the Dragon Clan, perhaps he possesses a Battlefield Shield Token. If so, he wouldn't need to cooperate with Crimson Eyes."

Zhou Leng searched through the Demon Spirit Bag of the Ten-Horned Blood Demon and found many treasures, but no Battlefield Shield Token.

"Pity……"

Zhou Leng continued to sink, lost in thought.

Without the help of the Ten-Horned Blood Demon, the descent speed was very slow.

I kind of miss the Ten-Horned Bloodlust.

Suddenly, a strange aura wafted over.

"Medicinal fruit!"

Zhou Leng immediately swam towards the direction where the sensation was strongest, getting closer and closer.

Soon, that aroma transformed into a strange, strong liquor scent.

Reaching out and slowly feeling along the volcano wall, I touched a spherical object.

The skin is smooth and soft to the touch, and the fruit has a strange power that repels the surrounding lava.

"Divine Blood Magma Fruit!"

(End of this chapter)