Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 682 Myth
Zhao Tianji was sent flying backward, landing on his back on the ground. He quickly got up and looked up.

Zhou Leng charged forward like a ferocious wolf.

Zhao Tianji never expected that Zhou Leng was that giant senior who had fully unleashed the power of the semi-divine artifact to protect himself, and then...

Zhou Leng's flaming greatsword slashed down from dozens of meters away.

He slashed dozens of times in succession.

Boom boom boom boom...

Those in the distance saw that in the blink of an eye, two enormous flaming swords fell from above, like minced meat.

There were no sword techniques, no skills, just brute force.

Zhao Tianji didn't even have time to escape and could only endure the slashes.

One strike, two strikes, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten strikes!

After finishing his combo, Zhou Leng sheathed his flaming greatsword.

Ahead, a deep black trench, tens of meters deep, had split open, the earth scorched black, and smoke was slowly rising from it.

With one step, the masked man's semi-divine artifact was still there, but his entire body was shattered into mangled flesh and scorched by the flames, turning him into a charred mess.

"Who is this person?"

Zhou Leng couldn't recognize it; even the demonic brain within him was shattered by external force.

With a single hand, he snatched all the semi-divine artifacts and the tattered magic spirit bag, and continued his charge towards the Bone Tower.

Zhao Cong, who was secretly watching the battle from afar, felt his heart sink deeply.

Li Shenkong, who was standing next to Zhao Cong, originally wanted to shout a warning, but he didn't make a sound after Zhou Leng took out the Flaming Greatsword.

Now, he looked at Zhao Cong with a deep gaze.

Others might not recognize Zhao Tianji, but Li Shenkong had seen him countless times since childhood and had even received guidance from him.

Even though Zhao Tianji was masked, his figure and movements were clearly visible to any expert who was familiar with him.

At this moment, experts from all sides have already discovered the appearance of the famous Flame Greatsword that has shaken the battlefield.

But it ended up in the hands of someone you know.

"Zhou Leng, was that you last night?" Chen Shouhu shouted from afar.

"No, it was that giant senior who gave me the sword. He went back to the world of giants." Zhou Leng's voice echoed across the battlefield.

"I don't believe you!" Chen Shouhu cursed.

Wang Boxiong smiled slightly, "Just as I suspected."

"Kill them all! God bless humanity!" a human grandmaster shouted.

"God bless humanity!" the humans shouted in unison.

Zhou Leng suddenly accelerated and arrived at the bottom of the human bone staircase.

The demons, remembering the demon-slaying swordsman from the previous night, dared not approach for a moment.

As Zhou Leng was about to climb the stairs, he suddenly noticed human bones ahead, with a familiar demonized arm appearing.

On the gleaming silver arm, a familiar model number was engraved.

A string of magical text plus the number 49.

Zhou Leng's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils dilating like a dark sea, unleashing a monstrous tsunami.

That was the demonized arm that I had given to Li Linhan.

In an instant, a scene similar to that of Baihu appeared before my eyes: the pale corpses of Hu Yi's mother and Zhang Xinglie's aunt turned to look at me.

An unnamed rage surged straight to the top of his head.

Zhou Leng stepped forward and carefully examined the human skeleton.

call……

relieved.

This arm is embedded in the right arm, not the left arm.

Uncle Li's demonized arm is his left arm.

"Of course not, I'm just overthinking it..."

Zhou Leng felt relieved and was about to continue climbing.

"Watch out! The demigod's clone is here!" the treant masters suddenly shouted.

Zhou Leng looked toward the demon camp.

Then, more than twenty demigod clones rushed over at high speed.

Among them was a familiar figure.

The master of the flaming greatsword, the second incarnation of the demigod's Sword of Innocence, has come seeking revenge.

"In the name of the Commander-in-Chief of the Human Reinforcements, I order you to retreat immediately!" Chen Shouhu shouted.

Zhou Leng hesitated for only a moment before noticing several extremely famous demonic demigods: the Red-Clad Saint, the New King of Pain, the Cruel High Priest…

A small portion are spellcasters, the most hated by martial artists.

Facing a master spellcaster, Zhou Leng was able to withstand almost all spells thanks to his strong martial will.

However, demigod clones possess some of the power of a demigod. One or two are fine, but so many appearing at once is simply unbearable.

The result of his stubborn resistance was that nearby grandmasters came to his aid, and he and they all died in battle.

Zhou Leng turned around and ran towards the mother tree.

The twenty-odd demigod clones chased for a while but failed to catch up. They stopped outside the mother tree's attack range, not daring to approach.

They can't get in, and Zhou Leng can't get out.

The Sword of Innocence declared sternly, "Give me back my weapon, and I will forgive and forget what happened between us."

Zhou Leng raised his middle fingers with both hands, turned around and ran towards the mother tree, while looking up at the sky.

The calamity messenger and the mother insect have already rushed into the sky above the mother tree.

The mother tree unleashed its divine power, illuminating the heavens and the earth.

Numerous black tree roots, tens of meters thick, continuously emerged from the ground, resembling layers of fleshy intestines, stacked one on top of the other, as if forming a giant wall.

At the same time, the branches of the mother tree were also multiplying wildly, growing continuously, and enveloping the mother tree and the giant insect.

The entire mother tree, like a giant egg woven from roots and branches, trapped the giant insect and the calamity of heaven.

Explosions echoed from within the giant egg of the mother tree.

Zhou Leng turned his head and looked at those demigod clones.

They stood at the edge of the mother tree's attack range, dividing the battlefield, silently watching this place, without letting their guard down for a moment.

They didn't care about the Throne of Corpses at all, because only Grandmasters could climb it and absorb its power. It was a game for the Heavenly Calamity Envoys, and no demigod dared to interfere.

Moreover, some of them already knew who had won the first throne.

Zhou Leng stood near the mother tree, gazing at the battlefields around him, and sighed softly.

He was unable to intervene in the battle between the Mother Tree and the Heavenly Calamity.

In ordinary battles, such as the struggle for the throne of the Corpse King, he could participate, but was blocked by so many demigod clones.

Zhou Leng scanned the demigod clones who were skilled in magic. They had set up an altar in the distance and displayed various demonic artifacts.

Zhou Leng retreated again, getting closer and closer to the mother tree.

The demigod clones all used various curse spells.

Strange beams of light flew in and entered Zhou Leng's body without any hindrance.

Some affect the flesh and blood, while others affect the martial will.

For a grandmaster to curse Zhou Leng's martial arts will is tantamount to courting death.

However, since their true forms are demigods, Zhou Leng's resistance with his martial will had no effect on them.

Before long, Zhou Leng was entangled by more than fifty curses.

The curse of a demigod's clone is incredibly powerful.

A normal flesh curse can weaken a normal Grandmaster King by one-tenth of his power.

There are now more than thirty kinds of flesh and blood curses that can suppress the power of a Grandmaster King from the level of tens of thousands of tons to the level of the Innate Realm.

The demigod clones watched Zhou Leng from afar, their faces smiling.

Zhou Leng sensed the change in his physical strength and sighed inwardly. The two sides were too far apart, and he hadn't even used the powerful curse spell of the demigod clone. Even so, his physical strength had been weakened by about 50,000 tons.

If it were an ordinary Grandmaster King, he would be so weak that he probably couldn't even defeat a Xiantian (innate) opponent.

Fortunately, I have a little bit of strength, and my physical strength has been reduced from 150 million tons to 145 million tons, which is barely acceptable.

There are also curses in the world of wills. Although there are quite a few, we can bear them for now. This extra training is quite good.

However, we cannot get close for now. If these madmen sacrifice their clones to cast a curse, one or two will be fine, but if ten or eight are sacrificed in a row, we may suffer permanent damage, which would be a loss.

At this moment, the voice of the Heavenly Calamity Envoy came from within the giant egg of the Mother Tree. People in the distance could not hear it, but Zhou Leng, who was nearby, could.

"You think that without the Star Destroyer Bottle, I can't do anything to you?"

"I'm giving you one last chance: submit, or perish."

An aura of desolation and antiquity erupted from the mother tree.

"Ungrateful wretch! Under the feet of God, I am invincible, all worlds perish! Cough..."

boom!
Three beams of light, a mixture of red, black, and green, exploded from the mother tree, forming a huge sphere of mixed light that spread and rotated.

An unimaginable force instantly extended to tens of kilometers away.

Along with the sphere of light came a massive white shockwave.

Zhou Leng's vision went black as he was struck by the three-colored divine light and sent flying thousands of meters away.

Those demigod clones ten kilometers away were also struck by the divine light and sent flying backward.

Further outwards, the power of the divine light diminishes sharply, but those below the innate level are instantly annihilated.

Like the scythe of death, sweeping across the battlefield.

Hundreds of millions of tree-men and monsters lay dead on the ground, where they now rest in eternal sleep.

Those at the Innate Realm were all severely injured and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

Although the grandmasters under the Corpse King were far away, they were all blasted away.

Only Li Shenkong, relying on the Star-Slaying Sword, managed to retreat a few steps and cough up a mouthful of blood.

Li Shenkong braced his hands on the divine sword, gazing at the source of the divine light.

The ground beneath the mother tree was blasted into a crater hundreds of meters deep and more than ten kilometers in diameter.

The trunk of the mother tree remained unchanged, but the number of roots at the bottom had decreased significantly.

The lower half of the tree crown is still egg-shaped, but the upper half bursts open, resembling a giant tree crown flower blooming high in the sky.

Above the enormous flower canopy, a pillar of light thousands of meters high was formed, soaring straight into the sky.

An indescribable grandeur is brewing within it.

Li Shenkong squinted and, out of the corner of his eye, saw a small dot moving under the mother tree.

He turned his head and saw Zhou Leng, his clothes torn, slowly getting up.

His body was covered in blood and gore, cracked all over, but what was terrifying was that all the wounds were rapidly wriggling and healing.

Like a demon.

Li Shenkong was stunned for a moment. Such speed could only be achieved by a demonized martial artist or a demigod.

Thinking about the legend of Zhou Leng last night, it seems understandable.

Then, Zhou Leng seemed to tilt his head slightly, as if listening to something.

Before long, Zhou Leng swallowed a large amount of pills and flesh and blood, and slowly ran towards the mother tree. He ran faster and faster, jumped onto the mother tree, and ran vertically along the trunk as if walking on flat ground, rushing into the canopy.

Li Shenkong watched Zhou Leng's figure disappear into the treetops, and an indescribable shock welled up in his heart.

He didn't know what Zhou Leng had heard, but he knew that the other party was willing to risk his life to participate in the war of the gods.

What a magnificent mind! What a steadfast belief!

Thinking of Zhou Leng's previous deeds and achievements, Li Shenkong felt a sense of shame.

He may have the title of a human martial arts legend, but among humans, the first to step into mythology and dare to approach the divine realm is Zhou Leng.

Li Shenkong looked down at the Star-Slaying Sword and smiled slightly.

"As expected of someone you value."

Li Shenkong turned around and looked at the grandmasters who were getting up one after another. Then, he looked at Zhao Cong, who was gently shaking his head.

"Let's go, let's climb the Corpse King's Throne!" Zhao Cong shouted, taking the lead as he ascended the bone staircase, rising higher and higher.

Li Shenkong drew his Star-Slaying Sword and followed behind.

The group of demons roared and rushed forward. When they reached the bottom, Li Shenkong gently swung his sword.

A hundred-meter-long sword aura surged forth like a wave, shattering the bodies of dozens of grandmasters and leaving limbs scattered all over the ground.

The monsters not far away suddenly stopped in their tracks.

They then remembered that humanity not only had the Demon Slayer Swordsman, but also the Master of the Divine Sword, Li Shenkong.

Martial arts mythology.

(End of this chapter)