With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 335 Farewell to the Statue, Demonic Golden Core!
Deep within the spiritual platform lies the primordial spirit.

The Dao Heart emitted specks of light, the shimmering white light points weaving into a net, instantly shattering all the strange power that had invaded the body.

Then, the radiance continued to radiate outwards, enveloping and protecting the spiritual platform.

The whispers and murmurs then focused and enveloped his mind. Meng Chuan let out a muffled groan, and his martial will transformed into an invisible hand, surrounding and blocking him.

The giant hand slammed shut, and the inner fire it contained exploded at that moment, crushing the strange thoughts that were eroding the sea of ​​consciousness.

In an instant, the blazing sun pierced through the gloom.

"Pooh!"

Meng Chuan spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, which was mixed with an unidentified purplish-black liquid.

At the same time, the mournful cries of some unknown creatures rang out.

As it landed on the ground, the blood foam containing the fire of the heart was still burning, scorching the ground and causing it to hiss and emit blue smoke.

"If we can break through the second limit and transform our will into the power of martial arts, we can suppress this evil technique with a mere flick of our wrist."

Meng Chuan looked somewhat apprehensive, realizing he had overestimated himself.

His own "god" was far from being able to withstand the power of a five-times-ascended being.

Fortunately, his Dao Heart protected him within his body, allowing him to regain consciousness instantly.

In addition, the protection of martial arts will is essential; otherwise, there is a risk of mental collapse.

At best, they will fall into evil ways and betray humanity; at worst, they will suffer irreversible brain damage, becoming no different from a person in a vegetative state.

At this moment, the aftershocks of the first wave of mental attacks rippled into the distance.

The moment they made contact, Chu Yanhu and the others clutched their heads in pain.

"Protect your mind and focus your martial will!"

Meng Chuan turned his head and shouted a reminder, then turned his head again.

But then Sun Xiaochuan uttered a few incomprehensible ramblings.

Its enormous body swept in with a whoosh, and the invisible and intangible spiritual pollution surrounded it like a halo.

"This is the great power of the gods! You ants, die!"

His body was as slender as a centipede, yet he was over twelve meters tall, and he fiercely confronted the six-meter-tall, black-armored giant!
The mental pollution around us is now much less severe than during the first wave of the outbreak.

Ignoring the throbbing pain in his mind, Meng Chuan channeled his martial will into internal energy, pushing its power to its limit.

A massive amount of true energy gathered in his left and right arms and chest, and his back foot stepped into the void, his heavy punches turning into streaks of afterimages.

The power of Qi Jiguang's Long Fist at its perfect level is terrifying; its sharp fist blades are unstoppable, piercing through the bodies of demonic disciples.

Pull it out, and blood and bits of flesh spray out!

Then stab it in again!
"Fuck you, I'll kill you!"

Meng Chuan also became fierce, and after letting out an angry roar, he engaged in a fierce battle with the slender monster that was more than ten meters long.

Dust and blasts of air exploded continuously, creating disc-shaped ripples that stretched for tens of meters.

Everyone stared in disbelief as the two colossal figures clashed, causing the earth to shake violently, unsure how to intervene.

The police station martial artist couldn't help but mutter to himself:
"Truly worthy of being students from the Northern Union University, their abilities are impressive."

Only then did he look at Chu Yanhu beside him.

He was still holding his head, trying to process the erosion of divine power.

The dragon-shaped will continuously devoured the strange substances within its body, but the efficiency was too low.
"It seems that not everyone at Beilian University is this strong."

Coming to his senses, he grabbed a short gun, unleashed a burst of speed, and charged into the fray.

"Meng Chuan, I'm here to help you!"

Chu Yanhu slowly recovered and also raised his broadsword.

A powerful dragon roar exploded, and Meng Chuan, standing six meters tall, unleashed a furious attack on Sun Xiaochuan!
A few minutes later, Meng Chuan pulled the knife blade that had pierced his heart out with his right hand, and pulled his tailbone out by the root with his left hand.

Sun Xiaochuan's eyes turned black and his whole body trembled, as the "divine power" surrounding him dissipated.

The centipede-like body was dismembered, crumbling and falling to the ground with a series of cracking sounds.

With a loud crash, it collapsed completely.

There were still many remnants on the ground, including Sun Xiaochuan's severed demonic body and internal organs.

These things seemed to have their own life, still undulating and wriggling slightly, trying to piece themselves together and stand up again.

This is the strangeness of demonic and evil magic, which sent chills down Chu Yanhu's spine when he witnessed it.

He had never seen such a scene before; this mission had truly broadened his horizons.

Meng Chuan was also shaken. His body slowly shrank, and he gathered the power of his inner fire, unleashing a fire dragon to quickly devour the debris on the ground.

If ordinary people without the protection of martial arts will, or even martial artists at the ninth level, were to come into contact with these things...

Their minds and spirits will be corrupted, causing them to fall into the demonic path and be controlled by the master behind them.

Huff. Huff.
The group sat on the ground, adjusting their breathing without any regard for appearances. After a fierce battle, led by Meng Chuan, they finally killed the five-times-ascended deputy priest.

While calming his surging blood and qi, Meng Chuan summarized the experience of this battle.

"In this battle, I underestimated the mental attacks of the demonic martial artists."

The demonic followers of the Summoning Demon Hall, in particular, are backed by the so-called "Whispers of the Mountains," making them even more bizarre.

I must pay attention to this matter in the future to prevent myself from being corrupted by evil practices again.

"If Dao Xin hadn't reacted first, I probably would have perished here during my first attempt at Nirvana and Rainbow Transformation."

Recalling the danger he had just faced, Meng Chuan still felt a lingering fear.

In today's battle, the three deputy priests of the Summoning Demon Temple each possessed their own unique "supernatural powers".

Manipulating blood to form arrays, transforming into a deep-sea serpent, demonic energy solidified like a glacier.

There was also one who had undergone five ascensions; after his body was partially demonized, Meng Chuan saw him as no different from a celestial demon.

"Is the end of the demonic path simply becoming a celestial demon?"

This battle left Meng Chuan with a lingering, inexplicable feeling. Could some of the so-called "Heavenly Demons" within the Demon Nest be just like these demonic followers?
Was the original body a human from another world?

The Great Chu had never made any public announcements regarding this matter, but Meng Chuan felt that he had seemingly inadvertently discovered a hidden truth.
Stop worrying about it.

Meng Chuan murmured to himself, then snapped out of his thoughts and stopped thinking about it.

He was just a minor martial artist and had no ability to worry about these things.

Once you reach a certain level of strength, these mysteries will naturally be revealed.
Then, Meng Chuanxin entered his body to check the location of his primordial spirit.

His Dao heart is truly strong. Although he absorbs his own Qi and blood, he has still made a contribution this time.

It's unclear whether it's because his Dao heart has "mutated" like the Dragon Demon's, or whether he can spontaneously protect his master.

Meng Chuan guessed that the "thunder seed" inside his master was probably far less obedient.
After summarizing his experience, he discovered...

After absorbing the fear of the deputy priest, Dao Xin's appearance became even more divine, exuding an extremely bewitching purple aura.

The other party is probably still processing the information and has not yet provided feedback on the progress of integrating the [fear].

After assessing the situation, Meng Chuan had a clear understanding of what was going on.

The fear emanating from him at the moment of his death was second only to that of the high-ranking demon who possessed Lin Yue.

Don't be impatient. Once you've digested it all, unlocking the first martial arts move will be a sure thing.

Chu Yanhu moved to Meng Chuan's side, his waist wrapped with ointment, but it was still bleeding.

Meng Chuan patted him on the shoulder, everything was understood without words.

This kid may be a bit weak, but he has guts and lives up to the martial arts will within him.

"Brother Chuan, I'm so glad you were here on this mission, otherwise I would have really been doomed."

Meng Chuan nodded without saying anything.

Chu Yanhu took off his helmet, his hand trembling as he wiped away the sweat that had turned into water.

His cloudy eyes gazed into the distance, lost in thought.

This was his first mission to eradicate evil forces, and he never expected it to be so dangerous and bloody.

Now that the battle is over, the dopamine levels in his body have dropped, and his body is shaking uncontrollably like a sieve.

Meng Chuan knew that this guy was probably struggling to even stand up now.

He patted him on the shoulder with a smile, then turned around and rummaged through the charred remains on the ground.

Another statue, resembling a small, crouching black beast, emanated the same malevolent power as before.

It was more than two sizes larger than the jade pestle that the demonic martial artist had previously captured.

Its surface faintly emitted a glossy, matte sheen. Meng Chuan knew that this was not the patina of the plate, but rather a phenomenon caused by spiritual energy overflowing within it.

He estimated that there were at least several dozen martial arts-level "gods" inside this small statue.

This thing can enhance mental strength, but it comes with risks.

Meng Chuan should focus on cultivating the Dao Heart Seed Demon Heart Method, and steadily improve his [Divine Power]. There's no need to risk refining other people's [Demonic Power].
He handed the item to the police station martial artist next to him, who then turned it over as a trophy.

Besides that, there was a round, bright yellow bead that rolled out of the wreckage as they searched.

Meng Chuan dared not touch it with his hands, so he gently picked it up with his fist blade to examine it:
"What is this thing? A relic? A golden elixir?"

Could it be that practicing demonic arts is the same as cultivating immortality?

A martial arts expert from the police station stepped forward and offered some pointers:
"This item is a [Demon Core] that is formed within the body of a demonic martial artist at the highest level of cultivation."

This item is essential for connecting with the demon lord behind it, manipulating the body to become demonic, and enhancing the power of evil magic.

But for us orthodox martial artists, this thing is not as useful as a piece of toilet paper.

They can be handed over to the state for unified destruction in exchange for a reward.

Meng Chuan nodded, "The change will be done."

"Brother Yang, you can handle it. We've all contributed, so let's divide the profits together."

Without the help of others, he couldn't kill this guy by himself.

With recording equipment in place, rewards will naturally be distributed according to work done.

Just as the group finished preparing, they saw Han Qu in the distance, his right arm wound bleeding, carrying a sinister old man in his left hand, rushing over.

The "trophy" he was carrying belonged to another, even stronger, fifth-stage Ascension user.

Considering that everyone was under limited protection, they came to provide support without having time to treat their own injuries.

A smile appeared on Han Qu's face, and he gave everyone a thumbs up.

The idea was that everyone would keep each other in check so that I could take care of the cooking myself.

Unexpectedly, it gave him a pleasant surprise.

"Everyone, let's evacuate and rest first. We'll wait for Chief Long to finish dealing with things, and I'll recommend you all for credit!"

After saying that, he looked at Meng Chuan and Chu Yanhu.

And then there's Chu Yanlong outside. Without this three-man team from the United Nations University, today's trip wouldn't have gone so smoothly, and the casualties would have been so minimal.

Han Qu knew perfectly well who the main force was.

Naturally, it was Meng Chuan, his daughter's idol.

He sighed inwardly, thinking that Senior Brother Long Jiu had asked him to take good care of the other party.

Unexpectedly, he has already become capable of handling things on his own.
Time passed slowly, and as the dark clouds in the distance completely dissipated, the enormous ape body stepped out from them.

Everyone noticed that what he was carrying was the ultimate target of this mission: the High Priest of the Demon Summoning Temple.

The police officers breathed a sigh of relief and celebrated on the spot.

"Chief Long won! Let's go back and have a drink!"

"What the hell are you talking about? I have to go back and spend time with my wife. Is everyone as lonely as you?"

(End of this chapter)