Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 537 Half-King
Gray plateau.

Tens of thousands of two-headed giants raised their arms and shouted.

Before them, countless monster corpses piled up into a small mountain, and blood flowed down the altar into the blood pool.

The two-headed giants lined up and walked to the pool of blood, dipping their hands in the blood and smearing it on their faces.

"Our race will never be defeated!"

They roared and marched in formation.

Just outside the plateau, they encountered a group of giant thorny tree people.

Without orders, without negotiations, without hesitation, the two armies clashed.

Poisonous Beast Mountain Range.

A group of beasts, their skin rotting and their bodies oozing pus, gathered together. They were as big as elephants, shaped like tigers, and had long, giant snakes growing from their tails.

Slowly, poisonous mist began to emanate from their bodies.

Hundreds of thousands of venomous beasts and venomous mists were linked together.

"Ow..."

A massive cloud of poisonous mist, like a tsunami, surged out of the Poisonous Beast Mountain Range.

After traveling hundreds of kilometers, the poisonous fog tsunami encountered a group of water spirits that shimmered with various colors.

"Ow..."

Both sides roared and charged at each other.

A honeycomb of flesh and blood.

A blood-red mountain of flesh, three hundred meters high, was writhing.

Beneath the mountain of flesh, a dense swarm of wolf bees stretched out, carrying the blood and flesh beehive, slowly moving forward.

The wolf bees are one meter long, resembling small wolves, and are densely packed across an area of ​​several kilometers, numbering in the millions.

Above, butterfly-winged bees fluttered about, their beautiful appearance concealing a mad killing intent.

After a day of travel, the flesh-and-blood honeycomb suddenly shuddered violently.

Countless blue tentacles emerged from deep within the ground, grabbing individual wolf bees and dragging them underground.

The flesh-and-blood hive emitted a shrill scream as the demonic bees frantically dug into the earth, attacking the subterranean octopus hidden underground.

……

More places, more ethnic groups, are leaving their original homes.

Some rarely seen small tribal monsters have also emerged from their secluded places.

These small tribes number no more than three or five, and at most twenty or thirty.

But each of them exudes a unique aura.

Descendants of the Starry Sky Bloodline.

Skeletal behemoths, serpents with many eyes, headless flesh angels, fortress dragons, crystal sprites, lava river kings...

From the air, the great battlefield resembles a millstone of flesh and blood, creating one slaughterhouse after another.

The edge of a dark, gloomy forest.

Zhou Leng led the group, quickly turning around, glancing back every now and then.

I thought everyone living here was weaklings, but who knew I'd run into the Shadow Royal Family.

These monsters were few in number, but they were all made up of shadows.

Ordinary forces are ineffective against them, and they are adept at hiding and concealing themselves, yet they possess a strange cutting power.

With the help of the magic of the demon spirit master, Zhou Leng managed to kill one of them, even though his body was cut open and covered in blood, thus intimidating them.

They ran out of the dark forest, and as the light fell, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The Dark Forest is protected by a strange barrier of darkness, and is the domain of the Shadow Kings.

Zhou Leng let everyone go first, leaving only a few magic spirit masters standing outside the dark forest, beckoning to the constantly changing black shadows that were over ten meters long in the forest.

"I know you can understand. Come out, and let's fight again."

Huge black shadows twisted and turned in the forest.

Suddenly, a shadow moved like a large ribbonfish, or like a thin black ribbon, flying in silently.

Zhou Leng focused his eyes and keenly noticed that the large black shadow was moving slightly slower than the dark forest.

As the shadowy figure drew near, Zhou Leng lunged forward, waving his arms and channeling his inner energy to unleash a binding force.

His arms were a jumbled mess, like flowers in a flurry.

The Shadow King was bound by Zhou Leng's arms and true energy, just like a black cloth, and struggled desperately.

The Shadow King's body was exceptionally terrifying, seemingly ignoring the Taiqing Sea Robe and the protection of his true energy, easily cutting through his flesh to reveal clear wounds.

These wounds healed very slowly, leaving a bloody mess, but no blood ever oozed out.

After Zhou Leng caught the shadowy figure, the magic master in the distance immediately released a dense array of light-based illumination orbs.

The black, cloth-like shadow was enveloped by a massive amount of light, and its twisting speed slowed down, becoming slower and slower, as it continued to shrink.

Finally, it curled up into a small black ball.

Slowly, the black surface of the small black ball cracked and dispersed, transforming into a white crystal with black shadows moving inside.

Zhou Leng put away the second Shadow King Crystal, waved to the Dark Forest, and quickly left.

The Demon Master once said that a Shadow King Crystal is worth at least one billion.

Two billion in hand.

"go!"

Zhou Leng led the demon spirit master away, while the shadow kings inside writhed rapidly, yet dared not leave.

The group had only been moving forward for a short while when a dozen or so black tornadoes, each hundreds of meters tall, approached from directly ahead.

"It's a Storm Dragon! Change direction immediately!"

Everyone left, but Zhou Leng secretly crept towards the Storm Dragon, climbed a large tree, and peered through the leaves.

Black tornadoes twisted and swirled, and in the middle of each tornado floated a strange dragon-shaped monster, each about twenty meters long.

They appeared to be composed of thick, grayish-white clouds, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring within them, their immense power overflowing and forming black tornadoes.

This is one of the most powerful dragon races on the Great Battlefield; gold dragons, silver dragons, and red dragons are utterly insignificant before them.

Starry Sky Bloodline, Star Dragon Seed. Zhou Leng squinted, sensing their power.

They are very strong, far surpassing the Undead Knights, and some even surpassing the Dark Wrath.

But they were all at the Great Innate level.

Half-Clan Primordial King.

In the advanced civilizations recorded in the divine script ruins, this level of race was the backbone of life in the stars, crushing all primary and intermediate civilizations.

They are revered as semi-royal beings in the universe.

After thinking for a long time, Zhou Leng decided to give up. With these dozen or so storm dragons joining forces, even the stone giant master from before would have to run away with his tail between his legs.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, a wine-red light surged in his eyes, a golden cross shone, and blood mist filled the air.

The residual auras of the three deities erupted simultaneously.

Zhou Leng's eyes were bloodshot, and his true energy surged through his body. The Taiqing Sea Robe covered his body, and intense true energy was released outwards.

The leaves were shaken away.

The thirteen storm dragons all turned their heads to look at them.

"You bastard..." Zhou Leng cursed inwardly.

Most of the Storm Dragons, seeing that they were just outsiders seeking trials and didn't seem to be from a higher race, ignored them.

Only one storm dragon, crackling with lightning, flew over at supersonic speed with a thunderous boom.

Before even reaching the level of a grandmaster, he had already reached supersonic speeds.

The black tornado surrounding the storm dragon dissipated, transforming into a thundercloud dragon composed of white clouds and lightning, which rushed straight towards it.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of attacking, Zhou Leng realized that they were a relatively rational, advanced race.

We can fight!
"Come on!" Zhou Leng said in off-key divine script as he charged forward.

The storm dragon was stunned for a moment, then grinned and opened its mouth, unleashing a bolt of lightning.

The lightning was so fast that it far exceeded the reaction limit of a Xiantian martial artist. Zhou Leng only saw a flash of light before a three-meter-long bolt of lightning struck him on the head.

Zhou Leng's vision went black, his body went out of control, and he fell from mid-air, his hair standing on end and emitting black smoke.

Currents surged through his body, and even the mighty Taiqing Haiyi cracked everywhere.

The other storm dragons in the distance hadn't paid any attention, but when they heard a trial participant from a rudimentary civilization actually utter a passable divine script, they froze in place.

Even if they are descendants of an advanced civilization and possess divine script, their level is not much higher than this person's.

They watched the game and chatted as they watched.

Seeing Zhou Leng fall to the ground, the storm dragon raised its lightning-shining claws and slammed them down.

Just as the needle was about to land on his face, Zhou Leng suddenly opened his eyes.

With a bowed back and curled legs, the body seemed to sink slightly into the ground before springing up.

After curling his legs to their limit, he mustered all his strength and kicked out forcefully.

The rabbit kicks the eagle.

It was an extremely simple martial art, but when Zhou Leng used it, it was like a thunderbolt or a startled dragon.

Even though the storm dragon was prepared, Zhou Leng's attack was too fast, and it was kicked squarely in the chest.

"Ah..." The Storm Dragon screamed in agony as its massive body flew backward into the sky, its entire body splattering with lightning as if it were bleeding, and cracks appeared in many places on its cloud-shrouded body.

The other Storm Dragons, who had been watching the show, were shocked. This attack was no less powerful than their own.

A storm dragon, no less powerful than the Dark Fury, roared and charged forward.

Zhou Leng and the new Storm Dragon were locked in combat.

The two sides traded blows, neither gaining the upper hand.

As the fight progressed, Zhou Leng unconsciously used some of the Dragon God's combat techniques.

At first, the Storm Dragons watching the battle didn't pay much attention, but before long, they discovered a large number of Dragon God combat techniques, whispered among themselves, and roared continuously.

Before long, the storm dragon that had been fighting Zhou Leng seemed to be cursing as it flew backwards, following the other storm dragons into the distance.

Zhou Leng gazed at the Storm Dragon's retreating figure, sighing inwardly, "Indeed, there are always higher realms to conquer."

In reality, Storm Dragon's strength wasn't particularly high, and I originally had a chance of winning.

But they can control lightning and fly indefinitely; these two abilities alone make them invincible.

The lightning used by a magician or demon mages is like a spell, and its power is always limited.

The lightning summoned by the Storm Dragon far surpasses that of a spellcaster of this level.

He raised his hand to touch the top of his head, realizing he had been struck by at least fifty bolts of lightning, which had literally shattered his bald head.

After Zhou Leng reunited with the others, he told them to be careful and set off again.

Along the way, there will be fewer fighter jets than before.

Occasionally, they would encounter armies of tens of thousands of monsters, but no matter how powerful Zhou Leng was, he would never be foolish enough to charge into them.

Occasionally, you might encounter a few members of the Starry Sky Bloodline race. If you fight alone, you're not afraid, but they usually come in groups of three or five, so you have to avoid them.

In a whole day, only a little over three hundred Great Innate Realm cultivators were killed.

The least productive day.

On the contrary, the number of logistics teams expanded to 127, and there were even several native races from the Great Battlefield. No one knew how the trial participants had gotten involved with them.

In the evening, Zhou Leng rejoined the team, and they gathered together to discuss the matter.

The consensus was that this chaotic trial was far more dangerous than any before.

In previous trials, we rarely encountered so many extremely powerful races.

I'm encountering more in a single day than I did in an entire previous trial.

Late at night, Zhou Leng, exhausted from a long day, fell asleep.

In a daze, the earth shook violently, and the alarm sounded piercingly.

Zhou Leng suddenly stood up, rushed out of the tent, looked around, and felt a chill run down his spine.

Three giant snakes, each over thirty meters long, were distributed in three directions around the camp.

One head swallowed a Xiantian martial artist whole, another entangled a Xiantian martial artist and twisted him into a bloody pulp, and the throat of the third head bulged slightly, the bulging part slowly sliding down.

(End of this chapter)