Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

Zhou Chen's arrow demonstrated an archery skill level that was at least at the minor mastery level.

Of them, only three or four had mastered archery, and a few others had only recently begun to learn it.

The demonic beasts surrounding the forest clearing gleamed with an eerie light as they watched their fellow beasts fall dead with a single arrow, yet the surrounding bloody aura constantly drew them in.

"Pfft..."

Another arrow flew out, and a leopard-like monster that had been propelled forward by the blood aura fell to the ground.

Uncle Sun and his companions held the weapons they had picked up from the Wusheng sect members, their minds tense.

If those dozens of demonic beasts from the perimeter were to charge, Zhou Chen, with his strength capable of killing those at the Bone Forging Realm, would certainly be unharmed.

But for those martial artists who have reached the physical or even skin-refining stage, it's hard to say.

crunch...

The sound of the bowstring rang out clearly in the silent mountain forest.

Just then, a cat-like monster slowly retreated.

With one beast leading the way, many other demonic beasts that had been blinded by bloodlust regained their senses and retreated in unison.

Clang...

The bowstring twanged like thunder!

The third arrow was fired, and the still reluctant monster's fur stood on end as it frantically fled backward, fearing that if it was too slow, it would become another victim of the arrow.

"Come on, these three demonic beasts are just right for us to have as a midnight snack." Seeing that all the surrounding demonic beasts had dispersed, Zhou Chen stepped forward and dragged the leopard-like demonic beast that had been shot back to the open space.

He returned from Xingde County early this morning and went into the mountains. He hasn't eaten yet and his stomach is already empty.

In a clearing in the forest, Zhou Chen and his six companions sat around a campfire, sharing the three demonic beasts.

Zhou Chen alone ate almost an entire demon beast.

After dinner, Uncle Sun and his six friends discussed splitting into two teams: one team would guard the first half of the night, while the other team would be responsible for the second half.

Zhou Chen was not assigned to the duty team.

Zhou Chen did not object to this.

Today's battle with Li Xiong was like walking on the edge of life and death; a slight misstep could have resulted in instant death.

He wasn't naive enough to think that being beaten to death in the real world would simply mean damage to one's soul, which could then be resurrected.

Leaning against the tree trunk, Zhou Chen summoned the control panel.

There are only a few minutes left until the countdown reaches zero.

Not long after, Zhou Chen lost all six senses, and when he opened his eyes again, he was in the old world's local temple.

After glancing at the memorial tablet with his name engraved on the side of the earth god temple, Zhou Chen opened the map and selected the general direction for today's exploration.

He then used his spiritual tracking ability to rush towards the place where the relic's aura was strongest.

This time, what he most wanted to find was not the relics, but the plague monster.

The scene of the leader of the Wusheng Sect being devoured alive by incense ash and reduced to bones at the altar today still haunts him.

According to the information fed back by the psychic abilities, the incense ash was covered with an extremely strong aura of death, which was very similar to the ashes that the plague monster turned into after its death.

The difference is that the ashes of those plague monsters, after they die, do not devour people, except for their rich and pure aura of death.

After running around for almost half an hour, Zhou Chen found a beginner-level breakthrough artifact and a beginner-level three treasure artifact, but still failed to find any trace of the plague monster.

"When we don't want to run into each other, they keep popping up everywhere, but now that we're looking for one, we can't find it at all. It's really strange." Zhou Chen shook his head helplessly.

Just as he was feeling helpless, the aura of the plague monster flashed past within his psychic perception.

Zhou Chen lightly touched the ground with his feet and ran away at lightning speed.

With his current strength, the black plague monster who killed him in the old world is no longer a problem.

"Didn't you notice me?" Zhou Chen followed the plague monster for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

In the past, the more perceptive black plague monster would have already spotted them and pounced on them.

This time, however, he was only focused on running forward.

Zhou Chen suppressed his doubts and followed along for a while longer.

After running through several streets and alleys, a dilapidated temple with a broken gate came into view.

"The smell of blood?" Zhou Chen sniffed the air.

Within the psychic perception, the small, dilapidated temple before them still held an aura of deathly stillness, almost identical to the black plague monster before them.

"The Three Treasures' relics?" Zhou Chen's expression brightened.

Just then, the black plague monster who had reached the front of the dilapidated temple suddenly quickened his pace and let out a series of roars.

Inside the dilapidated temple, several roars rang out, seemingly in response to the plague-ridden monster that had led Zhou Chen to this place.

The plague monster raised its head upon hearing the response from its kind.

Zhou Chen, who was hiding around the corner, even saw a hint of human joy on his face.

"Something in this temple is attracting them." Seeing the plague monster's figure completely disappear into the dilapidated temple, Zhou Chen tiptoed closer and climbed over the wall.

Inside the dilapidated temple, three black plague monsters surrounded a gray-black, broken altar.

One of them was the one Zhou Chen had just been following.

The altar surrounded by them was dilapidated, with many corners smashed to pieces, and the magic circle patterns drawn on it were blurred and indistinct.

At this moment, in the center of the dilapidated altar stood a small, illusory cauldron, with a black ball of light spinning above its mouth—the very relic of the Three Treasures.

Immediately afterwards, translucent tentacles emerged from around the cauldron and pierced into the ball of light.

The translucent tentacles were stained black, and drops of blood appeared out of nowhere inside the cauldron.

With each drop, a plague-ridden monster would bring its head close to the illusory cauldron, opening its mouth to wait for the blood to drip.

Visibly, with each drop of blood absorbed from the cauldron, the deathly aura surrounding the plague monster increased.

In just a few breaths, the three plague monsters in front of them swelled up, and even their deathly gray eyes showed a golden light.

"We must stop them!" Zhou Chen exclaimed in surprise upon seeing this.

If I let these three plague monsters continue to drink my blood and strengthen themselves, I'm afraid I'll be chased by them.

The next moment, Zhou Chen's eyes sharpened, and he no longer concealed himself as he jumped off the dilapidated temple wall.

Tread!

Footsteps echoed inside the dilapidated temple.

Hearing the commotion, the other two plague monsters, who were waiting in line to drink blood, turned around and roared at each other.

Then, the last plague monster turned and attacked Zhou Chen.

"Good timing!" Seeing that the other two plague monsters were attracted by the blood in the illusory cauldron and were unwilling to come over, Zhou Chen's face lit up with joy.

His feet stomped on the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

In an instant, Zhou Chen's fist collided with the plague monster.

Click, click...

With a snapping sound, the plague monster's arm suddenly broke off, revealing pale, bony fragments.

But he ignored it, stood straight and met it head-on, his other hand with fingers together, his black nails gleaming as he thrust forward.

Zhou Chen felt a chill run down his spine. He shifted his body, twisted his waist, and threw another punch at the plague monster's spine.

boom--

With a single punch, the plague monster flew out like a sack, crashing squarely into the broken altar.

The already dilapidated altar was further cracked by the impact.

Even the blood on the illusory cauldron condensed at a slower rate.

The plague monster, which had been knocked away, tried to get up, but Zhou Chen's punch had already broken its spine, leaving it unable to move for a moment.