Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 650 Frost Dragon
An invisible force swept by, and the magic bag disappeared, replaced by an animal skin bag.

Zhou Leng clasped his hands in a fist salute again to bid farewell and turned to walk back.

That animal skin bag was different from others. Despite being surrounded by the power of the Destructive Star, it did not need Zhou Leng's protection. All the power of the Destructive Star simply passed over the surface of its skin.

Zhou Leng couldn't hide the smile on his lips.

The giants looked at each other.

"A divine object from the starry sky..."

"Could it be the legendary... Great Calamity Dragon? There's only one legend about it in the Calamity Land."

"That's quite audacious. We alien giants came here tens of thousands of years ago, and we still dare not enter the disaster area..."

"Trading a magic pouch for a celestial artifact, the First King's audacity is greater than that of a star..."

"Say less, lest the great being hears, or it will be detrimental to His Majesty the First King."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Zhou Leng returned quickly, leaving a trail of sparks in his wake. The way people looked at him now held more respect and admiration.

Especially Huang Jinli, who was young and had never seen such a person before, began to have her eyes sparkle with desire.

Li Shenkong suddenly thought of a possibility, and his mind raced with thoughts.

“Even my grandfather doesn’t dare to go in now.”

"Is he acting as me? Or even acting as the Ten Realms?"

“He actually had more talent than me a long time ago, but he lacked resources and needed time to grow, so he kept acting, acting for the Sixteen Families and the Zhao Family.”

"Later, when he was promoted to Grandmaster, he couldn't hide it anymore and forced himself to act it out."

"Now that I'm in another world, I'm letting loose and completely giving up on acting..."

"However, it could also be that he trusts me. After all... I suspect that my sword and cultivation techniques are from the Guhe Sect, and he is my senior brother..."

Li Shenkong was conflicted.

His grandfather had already joined the Ancient River Sect, but he had never joined, probably because he was more or less frightened by the traitorous Starry Sky Divine Sword.

His grandfather, Li Tianyuan, said that the cultivation method he practiced must be from the Ancient River Sect, because the old man had sounded out Zhou Leng and heard about it.

Zhou Leng returned, in a good mood. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

Everyone remained silent and followed along, traversing mountains and valleys.

Later, Shanhe Tianyue could no longer hold back and asked, "King Zhou Zhen, what are you doing in the disaster area?"

Hundreds of people turned their heads, rolled their eyes, and pricked up their ears, just like a wheat field bent by the wind.

"I had a past relationship with a senior figure inside. He saw that I was exceptionally talented, kind-hearted, and righteous, and also learned that I lacked some things. So he casually found a reason to help me, at the cost of a high-level Grandmaster-level undead spirit. Because I didn't cheat or offer up the corpse of a Grandmaster, he also gave me some other things."

Only Huang Jinli believed it, nodding repeatedly.

Everyone looked at Zhou Leng's waist.

Black and white polka dot animal skin bag.

With a slight movement of his throat, he realized that this starry sky leather bag was worth more than a semi-divine artifact.

The leather bag that could withstand such strong destructive stellar power must have originated from at least a demigod stellar life form or even a virtuous god.

After being away from the disaster area for a long time, everyone gradually breathed a sigh of relief.

The group continued their journey, crossing the Wanyun Mountain, arriving at the land of the fallen dragon god, and heading straight for the Divine Vein River.

Zhou Leng had been here before and returned almost the same way.

The bottom of the Divine Vein River.

The Light of Redemption and Arjun remained at the bottom of the river for many days, where they cultivated.

Although the Divine River is murky, it possesses great power. For Aqiong, it is clean and hygienic, far superior to the river in her hometown, and she has never wanted to leave.

Every time the Light of Redemption reached its limit in its cultivation, it would leave, but whenever it thought of Zhou Leng using the East Wind Fist, it would stay at the bottom of the river.

It's understandable to be afraid of Zhao Dongjun, after all, he is the number one martial saint among humans.

But fearing Zhou Leng, he would never be able to hold his head up high for the rest of his life.

I can tolerate being called "Guiguang" (meaning "turtle light"), but I can't be called "Guiguiguang" (meaning "turtle turtle light").

Suddenly, the ground in the distance shook.

The Light of Redemption was terrified and rushed toward Arjun, who was at the bottom of the river not far away, and used his true energy to transmit his voice.

"Hurry, a large number of powerful people are approaching." He pushed Ah-Jung, grabbed her wrist, and ran.

Ah-Qiong stopped practicing her technique, sensed a subtle vibration, and hurriedly swam away into the distance.

Only after swimming to the other side did the two secretly surface, slowly raising their heads to look back.

Just one glance sent chills down their spines.

Hundreds of alien giants mingled with a large number of giants from the Ten Realms, standing on the shore.

The two exchanged a glance and immediately prepared to flee, for if they were spotted by the giant, they would surely die.

Both of them entered through the bloodline of dragons.

"Ok?"

The two suddenly narrowed their eyes.

Among a group of enormous giants stood a few humans.

One of the humans stood with his back to the riverbank, holding the hand of a blonde little girl in his left hand, facing the giant.

The giants were respectful, some even bowing their heads in greeting.

"That figure looks like Zhou Leng," Aqiong said, puzzled.

“It’s not just that it looks like me, it’s that I can never forget it.” The Light of Redemption said calmly.

"The way those giants treated him was a bit off."

"The ancient call of the giants has been activated; it seems he was the one who did it."

"It's only been a few days..."

Arjun thought to herself that she had only improved by a little bit, while the other party had already led an army of several hundred giant grandmasters.

The Light of Redemption stared at Zhou Leng's retreating figure, remaining silent.

He really didn't know what to say.

Back when Zhao Dongjun was still a Grandmaster, could he have conquered hundreds of alien giants?
It's hard to say. Suddenly, some giants pointed at him, and Zhou Leng turned around.

The two remained frozen in the water.

Zhou Leng recognized the two men and initially wanted to call them over, but then he thought that his identity as Guan Canglong might be exposed, so he ignored them and turned back to continue his conversation with the giants.

The Light of Redemption and Arjun secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"How to do?"

"He clearly doesn't want us to get close. Let's go cultivate at the bottom of the river some distance away."

"Walk."

The two silently dived into the water and ran along the riverbed into the distance.

The two ran a long way before stopping to continue their cultivation.

Arjun quickly calmed down.

After cultivating the Light of Redemption for a while, he opened his eyes and looked left and right.

After cultivating for a while, he opened his eyes and looked around...

Repeatedly.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and quickly stopped cultivating.

Oh no, my old problem from years ago has flared up again.

Back then, he was so frightened by the mushroom cloud created by Zhao Dongjun's "Divine Light Explosion" punch that he couldn't concentrate on his cultivation for half a year. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the Eagle Alliance Martial Saint and hundreds of Grandmasters reduced to ashes.

Divine Light Heavenly Explosion is not even the strongest move of the East Wind Fist; it doesn't even rank as the second strongest.

This time, although it's not as serious as last time, there are still signs.

"No, absolutely not!"

"I absolutely cannot let him scare me!"

"I, the light of salvation, cannot fall into the same pit twice."

"I absolutely cannot suffer from Zhou Leng phobia, not even if it kills me!"

"As a Grandmaster of the Eagle Alliance, I have the dignity to worship the Law Enforcer of the Demonic Sect!"

The Light of Redemption clutched his left chest, repeatedly chanting in his mind, but he was unable to cultivate. He could only use the magic artifact to protect himself and fall asleep in the water.

Over there, Zhou Leng discussed with the others, saying, "I'm not gaining much power from cultivating in the Divine Vein River. You all go down into the river to cultivate, and after you're done, go directly to True King Mountain. I'll go to the Dragon God Mural to fulfill my promise."

“The undead dragon gods are quite different from the giants; they are more insane and more chaotic. With the Ancient Call appearing, even the demigod dragon gods will likely be restless. I hope you will stay here,” said an alien giant.

Zhou Leng said, "I also want to stay here and go to True King Mountain with you, but I have already promised the dragon, so I can't take you to the Dragon God mural."

Everyone imagined the scene: hundreds of giants entering the encirclement of tens of thousands of dragon god spirits, remaining silent for a long time.

Zhou Leng bid farewell to everyone, took out the blurry map of the dragon, looked at it, and then ran towards Wanyun Mountain.

The safest route is to use Wanyun Mountain to avoid the demigods, and then head east along the edge of Wanyun Mountain.

Going directly to the Dragon God mural is too dangerous.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Leng concealed his aura and used the "False Faith Technique" taught by Senior Sister Shen Yunxian. With the help of the power of the Dragon Blood Body and the remaining power of the Dragon God's Star of Despair in the world, he changed his aura.

Before long, the aura transformed into that of a loyal follower of the Star of Desperation.

Before, when I didn't receive the Ancient Call, I didn't need to do this. Now that I have received the Ancient Call, its power is too strong. If I don't use the False Faith Technique, I will definitely be mistaken for a giant.

Along the way, they frequently encountered dragon spirits or undead beasts.

Because of the intense aura of the Dragon God, almost all undead gods would stay away.

If you happen to encounter someone who doesn't know their place, just kill them on the spot.

After running for a short while, Zhou Leng suddenly stopped, his eyes reflecting the pale red mist between heaven and earth.

Although there was nothing in front of me except for a pale red mist, I instinctively sensed the presence of a powerful force.

The power was so strong that its aura, emanating in all directions, was detected.

However, the aura was too faint to be clearly identified.

A massive black shadow, hundreds of meters tall, swept past in the pale red mist.

Zhou Leng remained standing in place for a while. After confirming that the other party was far away, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued forward.

After walking for a while, they suddenly stopped.

A new and powerful aura has emerged once again.

Zhou Leng stood in place again, vaguely realizing that the ancient call had disturbed too many demigods and undead, and now the entire True King Land was in chaos.

A giant blue and white dragon flew out of the red mist.

A colossal blue frost dragon, sixty meters long, hovered in mid-air, flapping its bone wings covered in ice, and looked at Zhou Leng.

Unlike normal frost dragons, this frost dragon god's skeleton within the ice of the undead is covered with dense black runes, and black blood flows from within its bones.

On the dragon's head, the ice-covered skull was covered with crisscrossing scars, densely packed, all the way to its neck.

Zhou Leng frequently met with demigods from the Demon Spirit World and Crimson Eyes from the Dragon World, and had become familiar with the aura of demigods.

The aura of this frost dragon was similar in total to that of the newly promoted Crimson Eye, making it seem like a newly ascended demigod.

However, the weight of his aura and the pressure he exerted were even greater than those of the Crimson Eyes.

The spirits of the dead are beings that form after the fall of a god.

They are of divine blood.

Within its enormous eye socket, the blue flame eye stared at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng felt a tightness all over his body. He was, after all, a Grandmaster, and no matter how strong he was, he couldn't do anything to a true demigod dragon.

Therefore, he had no choice but to nod and bow, saying in divine script: "Zhou Leng, a believer of the Star of Despair and the Dragon Chief Councilor of the Dragon World, greets Senior."

"Oh? You know divine script?" The demigod frost dragon god undead actually spoke pure dragon language.

High God Undead.

Zhou Leng's heart skipped a beat, and he said in the Dragon Clan language, "I received the revelation of the Star of Despair and learned a few divine scripts."

“Excellent! Come with me. From now on, you will be the chief guard of the Frost Dragon Clan, and my chief divine script instructor. My name is Winter of Desperation. What is your name?”

(End of this chapter)