Beginning with the Five Animals Fist to Become a Saint

Taiji Hall.

As Jiang Ning's voice faded.

The Martial Spirit nodded slightly to him, the hazy white light surrounding him flowing gently.

He didn't say anything more, but simply raised his hand and gently lifted Jiang Ning, bringing him to his side so they could stand side by side.

The people in the hall reacted in various ways upon seeing this.

Standing shoulder to shoulder, Wang Jixuan's gaze was deep, and when he swept over Jiang Ning, a subtle, complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

The arrival of the demon kingdom's delegation brought the Martial Saint Spirit's body down once again, something he hadn't expected.

His gaze lingered on Jiang Ning for only a moment before quietly withdrawing.

At this moment, although the Demon King Black Feather's head was newly formed and his aura was weak, he straightened his back and dared not make the slightest movement.

Bai Li's icy blue eyes glanced at Jiang Ning, paused briefly, and then quietly looked away.

"Let's go!" Wu Sheng said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved it. A white light bloomed in the hall and spread out like ripples, instantly enveloping Jiang Ning, Bai Li, and the Demon Kingdom delegation.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the Martial Saint!"

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the Martial Saint!!"

Inside the Taiji Hall, civil and military officials bowed their heads once more, their voices rising like a tidal wave.

at the same time.

Jiang Ning felt time and space changing rapidly, with fleeting images before his eyes, just like the Great Five Elements Water Escape Technique he had initially used.

Spatial power!

He immediately understood.

After perfecting the Taixu Yin-Yang Sword, he entered the Dao through the sword, and his mastery of space was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

One can only sense the methods that the Martial Saint is using at this moment.

He immediately understood why he could instantly kill Lingxuzi when he was at the Immortal Crossing Sect and the Martial Saint was sitting in Shangjing County, thousands of miles away.

The spatial techniques that the Martial Saint was using at this moment were far superior to his.

In the blink of an eye, he felt the Martial Spirit Body carrying him and the Demon Kingdom delegation across countless mountains and rivers, speeding towards the south of Great Xia.

He immediately closed his eyes.

The landscapes and light and shadows of the outside world flashed through his mind like fleeting images.

In the blink of an eye, he felt that he had passed Lizhou, the southernmost part of the Great Xia Dynasty, and then plunged into the vast ancient forest and the undulating, dragon-like mountain range.

next moment.

The light faded, and the figures landed.

Jiang Ning opened his eyes and steadied himself from the dizzying sensation.

He then found himself atop a vast, desolate mountain range.

The sea of ​​clouds churns beneath my feet, the distant peaks are like dark eyebrows, and the vastness of heaven and earth is breathtaking.

The spiritual energy here is far richer than that of the capital. The vegetation is lush and rugged, and one can faintly hear the low roars of beasts coming from afar, carrying a primal wildness and oppressive aura.

He instantly realized that this place was south of the Great Xia Dynasty, within the territory of the Demon Kingdom.

Legend has it that the territory of the Demon Kingdom is located in the endless mountains that stretch for 100,000 miles.

The mountains are rugged and undulating, and the ancient forests are towering and stretch as far as the eye can see, forming a boundless sea.

That was the paradise of the demon race, the place where they slumbered, and a forbidden land for humans.

Few martial artists who venture deep into the mountains, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, survive.

at the same time.

Bai Li's eyes were filled with confusion, and the other members of the demon clan delegation beside her swayed unsteadily, as if they were about to fall.

Before the Demon King Hei Yu appeared, his gaze had already hardened.

He looked at the scenery ahead, and his pupils contracted.

As a demon king, he naturally remembered the scene here and knew where he was.

This place is located in the heart of the Demon Kingdom's territory, tens of thousands of miles away from the capital of the Great Xia Kingdom.

"Is this the method of a Martial Saint?!" His heart sank, and he laughed at his previous idea of ​​trying to test the waters.

Even as a demon king, he had never seen such methods before.

In the blink of an eye, they traveled from the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty to the edge of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains, the heart of the Demon Kingdom's territory.

Such methods were only possible by the immortals and gods of ancient times who comprehended the great principles of heaven and earth and mastered the rules.

He knew that the path the Martial Saint followed was purely the path of martial arts, not the path of immortality.

The path of martial arts seeks within oneself, while the path of immortality seeks from the external world.

"This place is already at the edge of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains. Three hundred miles ahead is the Burial Dragon Abyss." The voice of the Martial Spirit Body rang out beside them, still calm, yet clearly reaching everyone's ears.

Jiang Ning glanced to his side and saw that Bai Li and the Black Feather Demon King and other demons had all stood firmly.

Several demons also stabilized themselves and breathed very softly.

Bai Li's ears twitched slightly upon hearing the words of the Martial Saint Spirit Body, and then she took a step forward.

His icy blue eyes gazed into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, his voice growing ever clearer atop the mountain: "Martial Saint, the Burial Dragon Abyss is located deep within the mountains, a thousand feet underground, shaped like a rift valley, perpetually shrouded in poisonous miasma, and crisscrossed by underground rivers of fire. The evil dragon dwells in its dragon nest at the bottom of the abyss, a place where it once slept, naturally possessing a geographical advantage. In previous attempts to encircle and suppress it, our clan lost several great demons, all because we could not penetrate deep enough."

The Martial Saint Spirit nodded slightly, and the hazy white light surrounding him seemed to ripple outwards. He did not immediately move, but instead turned to Jiang Ning: "Do you know why I called you?"

Jiang Ning cupped his hands and said, "This junior is foolish."

"The evil dragon has cultivated for nearly five thousand years and is about to transform into a dragon. Its flesh, bones, dragon soul, and even the dragon essence that is about to be conceived are all rare treasures of heaven and earth. You have already progressed far in the martial arts world, and my days are numbered. You have also suffered calamities because of my concern. This is the cause and effect between us, and this is what I owe you. Before I die, I will give you one last great fortune to repay this cause and effect." At this moment, the Martial Saint Spirit Body spoke of his current state without any regard for others, seemingly unconcerned about the presence of the demons of the demon kingdom beside him.

"I will remember the kindness of the Martial Saint," Jiang Ning said, bowing in thanks.

He didn't exchange any polite words with the Martial Saint.

Through their interactions over the past few days, he had come to understand the Martial Saint's character.

Straightforward and straightforward, without too many twists and turns.

Looking at Jiang Ning, Wu Sheng nodded.

Then, he turned to face the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, raised his hand and pointed, and a soft yet solid white light burst forth from his fingertip, like a sharp sword cleaving through the churning sea of ​​clouds in front of him, revealing a straight passage.

At the end of the passage, the outline of a majestic mountain can be vaguely seen. The mountain is as black as iron, with a bottomless crack running vertically through its center, like a hideous wound on the earth. This is the location of the Burial Dragon Abyss.

"Stay close."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Shengling took the first step. It seemed like an ordinary step, but his figure appeared a hundred feet away.

The white light tunnel then extended, carrying everyone along as they rode the wind at an astonishing speed, with the mountains on both sides rushing past and turning into blurry afterimages.

Jiang Ning followed closely behind, feeling the mysterious flow of spatial power around him, which corroborated his understanding of the spatial mysteries within the Taixu Yin Yang Sword, and a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind.

His gaze swept to his side. Bai Li's silver dress fluttered, her expression calm, her icy blue eyes fixed on the abyss ahead, a hint of solemnity in them. Demon King Hei Yu lagged half a step behind, his newly formed head appearing somewhat weak, but his gaze remained sharp as ever, fixed on the direction of Wu Long Yuan, his demonic aura contained within.

The distance of three hundred miles was covered in just two or three breaths thanks to the speed of the white light passage.

The group hovered above the Burial Dragon Abyss.

Looking down, one can see a huge rift valley stretching for tens of miles across the mountains. The valley entrance is over a thousand feet wide, narrowing sharply inwards and becoming bottomless.

The mist in the valley was not ordinary water vapor, but rather had an eerie dark purple hue.

As the mist churned and surged, it emitted a pungent odor mixed with a sweet and fishy smell and sulfur, which was exactly the poisonous miasma that Bai Li had just mentioned.

Amidst the miasma, occasionally a flash of crimson fire would appear from the bottom of the abyss, accompanied by a low rumble—the sound of an underground river of fire flowing beneath the earth.

What's even more intimidating is an incomparably fierce aura.

This aura emanated from the deepest part of the abyss, like an invisible tide, pressing down on the surrounding space and causing the light to appear slightly distorted.

The rocks and vegetation near the abyss all exhibit a dark, eroded color, devoid of any life.

"What a vicious beast," the Martial Saint Spirit said calmly.

Bai Li stepped forward, a palm-sized silver scale appearing in her hand, its edges shimmering with a faint moonlight.

She held the scale in her palm. "Martial Saint, this is the 'Dragon's Reverse Scale' bestowed by our Emperor. Activating it with a secret method can temporarily disturb the miasma of the Burial Dragon Abyss, weakening the evil dragon's advantage. The last encirclement was only able to penetrate deeply after activating this reverse scale."

"No need," the Martial Saint Spirit said calmly. "There's no need to go to such trouble for mere geographical advantage."

After saying that, he didn't say anything more. He took a step forward, his figure like a meteor falling into an abyss, and went straight into the churning dark purple poisonous miasma.

The hazy white light that enveloped him suddenly intensified the moment he entered the miasma.

"laugh!!"

The white light was intense, like boiling oil poured onto snow, or the morning sun melting ice.

The terrifying poisonous miasma, powerful enough to corrode iron and erode flesh, emitted a piercing hissing sound the moment it touched the white light, dissipating and evaporating in large swaths.

Wherever the white light passed, it carved out a pure passage several meters in diameter, straight downwards, through the thick, almost tangible miasma.

The passage walls were as smooth as a mirror, firmly blocking the swirling poisonous miasma from both sides.

"Follow me!" Bai Li immediately turned around, then took a step forward, and Jiang Ning followed closely behind, plummeting down the passage at high speed.

The descent was extremely fast, but the depth of Longyuan was beyond imagination.

The rock walls on both sides gradually changed from the initial gray-black rocks to dark red crystalline rocks, and the temperature also rose sharply.

Faintly visible in the cracks of the rock wall, crimson magma meanders like a stream, and the scorching heat can be felt even through the white light tunnel.

After falling for about several dozen breaths, they had reached a depth of at least several thousand feet underground.

Suddenly, the view ahead opened up.

At the end of the passage was a vast underground space.

The space is over a hundred feet high and spans no less than ten miles in circumference. Countless dark red stalactites hang from the top, emitting a hazy red light that illuminates the scene below.

In the center of the space was a pitch-black, icy pool covering several miles. The water was as deep as ink, without a ripple, and exuded a bone-chilling cold, forming an eerie contrast with the scorching earth fires around it.

At the edge of the icy pool, piles of white bones lay like mountains.

There were humanoid figures, beast-like figures, and many enormous demon skeletons, some as large as small hills, all clearly prey devoured by the evil dragon in recent days.

And right in the center of the icy pool lies our destination.

It was a colossal creature.

It was over two hundred feet long and as thick as a palace pillar. Its entire body was covered with palm-sized, jet-black scales with sharp, knife-like edges, and a faint, dark red light could be seen flowing between the gaps in the scales.

A grotesque head the size of a house emerged from the water, with a pair of curved, knife-like black horns on its head and two fleshy growths on its forehead, showing signs of breaking through the skin.

That's a sign of transformation into a dragon!
Its eyes were tightly closed, yet it still exuded a chilling ferocity, and with each long breath, it exhaled a foul odor mixed with the smell of fish and sulfur.

This is a vicious dragon with nearly five thousand years of cultivation!

A being about to transform into a dragon!
At this moment, seemingly sensing the intruder's intrusion, the evil dragon suddenly opened its tightly closed giant eyes.

Those were a pair of violent and fierce eyes.

His vertical pupils were blood-red, with a single golden glint in the center. His gaze swept over us like a tangible, icy blade slicing through our souls.

Accompanying this was a ferocious, greedy, and destructive dragon's might that swept across the entire underground space.

"Roar!!!"

Then the evil dragon opened its mouth, and a deafening roar suddenly exploded, causing the entire underground space to shake violently, and rubble fell from the ceiling.

The enormous body of the evil dragon suddenly rose from the icy pool, bringing with it towering black waves.

It stared intently at the Martial Saint Spirit Body shrouded in a hazy white light, and Jiang Ning and the others behind it. Its scarlet vertical pupils first showed rage, and then a hint of greed appeared.

"I originally thought the talk of the evil dragon was a test from the demon emperor, but I never expected there to actually be such a foolish beast!" The martial spirit spoke calmly.

"Intruder... Die!!" Seemingly sensing the contempt in the words of the Martial Spirit, the evil dragon suddenly flew into a rage, and then its huge mouth opened wide.

A condensed, almost tangible, jet-black breath, like a world-destroying torrent, surged toward the location of the Martial Saint Spirit.

Wherever his breath passed, the air froze and burned, and space itself became distorted from the unbearable burden.

Seeing the approaching breath, Demon King Black Feather's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously tensed up.

He acts without any taboos, possesses nearly five thousand years of cultivation, and is about to transform into a dragon—a demon king whose strength far surpasses his own.

If he were to confront it head-on, given his current state after having one head severed by the Martial Spirit's body, he would die at the hands of this evil dragon that is about to transform into a dragon.

At this moment, facing this terrifying breath that could shatter mountains and break peaks, the Martial Saint Spirit Body simply raised his right hand.

Index finger, forward a little.

Silently.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling brilliance.

Only a single, pure, and condensed wisp of white light shot out from his fingertip.

The white light moved faster than one could perceive, as if it had crossed space and appeared directly at the forefront of the black torrent of breath.

The moment we made contact, it was as if time stood still for a second.

The next moment, the terrifying torrent of black breath began to disintegrate and vanish from its very tip.

Wherever the white light passed, the breath vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Then, without stopping, before the evil dragon could react, it had already touched the center of its brow, which was covered with jet-black scales.

puff--

As the sound rang out, the enormous, mountain-like body of the evil dragon suddenly froze.

In its scarlet, violent vertical pupils, the raging expression instantly froze, replaced by a blank, empty look.

A tiny hole, no bigger than a pinhead, quietly appeared between his eyebrows. There was no blood, no wound; it was as if he had only been lightly touched. (End of Chapter)