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Chapter 184 Monster Statue, Enchanting Hospital (3k)

Having entered the demonic path, he had long anticipated this day.

Meng Chuan saw the bald, burly man kneeling on one knee, his expression completely calm.

The next moment, the small cauldron tattoo on his chest suddenly turned into a wisp of smoke that tightly enveloped his entire body.

Zheng!
That was the crisp sound of a fist covered in black mist colliding with the [Dragon Bone].

A pair of purplish, monster-like eyes looked down at Meng Chuan.

After a bizarre transformation, the Soul Refining Body turned into a black mist monster, which appeared in mid-air in front of Meng Chuan at some unknown time!
Its bloody maw opened wide, and a silent, whispering sound, like layers of ocean waves, accompanied by its spiked claws, slashed towards Meng Chuan's face!
He realized that his earlier unease was caused by the sound waves!

Snapped!
Meng Chuan barely managed to shift half an inch, but his fists, which were used for blocking, were swung violently in the opposite direction, and he was sent flying backward like a cannonball.

He tried desperately to stop himself, and only managed to stop after his back crashed through a wall.

Before the dust had settled, Meng Chuan had just stood still when he saw the strange, misty figure suddenly float upwards and stand horizontally in the air.

Its appearance had long since been completely changed beyond recognition, and it no longer resembled a human being at all!

"Kid, I also regret taking on this mission. But there's nothing I can do; we'll just have to go to the underworld together."

The next moment, his neck stretched forward, his human aura dissipated, and his demonic aura increased several notches.

They speak in grand and righteous words, but all they do is engage in despicable and petty schemes.

Within the invisible, chaotic realm, Meng Chuan stepped out of the ruins.

The black mist coalesced into scales, and demonic claws stirred up waves of wind that poured down from the sky, attempting to crush Meng Chuan's head.

Undeterred, Meng Chuan's right fist, like a long spear or cannon, struck straight at a 180-degree angle, while his other fist, drawing upon the azure light, fiercely detonated five layers of tidal marks!
Stab it--!
boom--!
Meng Chuan was struck again and forced back dozens of meters, only to see the monster fall from mid-air, its chest exposed with a hole the size of a bowl, and upon closer inspection, the edge of the hole was faintly damp.

The next instant, the cicada left a phantom image amidst the ruins, and when it reappeared, it was already close to the monster's face.

Meng Chuanxin was frighteningly calm. He always said he wanted to play it safe, but when it came down to it, he always put life and death aside in every battle!
But then he made a fist with both hands, as if he were holding two invisible lightning blades, and with a chilling whistling sound, he stabbed them into the black mist monster's body one after another.

The monster's claws scratched bloody marks on Meng Chuan's body, but Meng Chuan did not retreat an inch. He dodged if he could, and if he couldn't dodge, he would endure it!
The sharp claws dug into his waist and ribs, but were tightly locked by the intertwined muscles. Meng Chuan's eyes were fierce, and he raised his elbow high and viciously pulled it down!

boom!
Dust billowed as the lower half of the black mist monster was slammed into the ground.

Ignoring the pain in his waist, Meng Chuan unleashed a vicious punch with both fists, as if playing whack-a-mole.

The monster roared and howled, struggling to its feet and pulling itself out. Meng Chuan stretched out his leg and hooked the monster's lower body, bringing it down hard. At the same time, he pounced on it, and while still in mid-air, he instantly unleashed more than a dozen bolts of lightning!
Meng Chuan's greatest strengths are his calm mind during battle and the boxing routines that have been deeply imprinted on his body by the proof of eternal proof.

Suddenly, Zheng Zhenzhen picked up the black jade pestle from the ground and, taking advantage of the monster's fall, threw it at Meng Chuan.

"Use this to hit it!"

Without turning around, Meng Chuan caught the pestle with his forearm and, as if possessed, began to smash it down on the monster's head.

The monster put up a stubborn resistance, but unexpectedly, Meng Chuan became more and more energetic as the fight went on, and the mist on his body gradually thinned out.

After a few breaths.

Holding the jade pestle, Meng Chuan stared intently at the irregularly writhing mass of mist.

After waiting in a tense atmosphere for half a day, as the black mist completely dissipated, a black statue the size of a palm sat on the ground.

Looking at Meng Chuanxi, he did indeed resemble the monster that the bald man had transformed into.

"WTF?"

He felt that this thing was a treasure, just like the horn of the dragon demon.

Zheng Zhenzhen walked over, clutching her waist, only to find Meng Chuan in the same position, one hand on his waist and the other holding a pestle, fiddling with some small object on the ground.

"Pfft, haha."

Zheng Zhenzhen laughed so hard that she aggravated her back injury, and immediately started hissing and panting.

Meng Chuan turned his head, and the two stared at each other, but then burst into laughter at the same time.

"Are you okay?"

Zheng Zhenzhen said:

"A little pain."

"The ambulance is coming soon."

"What should I do if I'm in pain now?"

"Then you can just bear with it for now?"

"Stupid."

Zheng Zhenzhen was speechless; Meng Chuanzhen was a straight man.

After waiting for a while, Meng Chuan heard the sound of an ambulance in the distance, grabbed the statue on the ground, and prepared to leave.

In an instant, a sudden change occurred.

Unintelligible murmurs instantly filled Meng Chuan's ears.

Then it drilled into the brain, an inexplicable presence trying to breach this last line of defense.

His hair stood on end, and chaotic mental hallucinations appeared in his eyes.

It was as if countless arms were reaching out from the abyss, trying to drag his soul into it.

However, Meng Chuan's will was firm, and he managed to resist the erosion of these whispers.

Within the body, the Qi of the five internal organs transformed into five-colored chains, firmly nailing the remaining thoughts to the corners of the body.

The next moment, Meng Chuan felt the world suddenly become clear, and he could even clearly hear the trembling of Zheng Zhenzhen's eyelashes beside him.

"what happened to you?"

Zheng Zhenzhen looked at Meng Chuan with suspicion.

The danger he had just experienced erupted instantly within his body, which was naturally invisible to outsiders.

"It's okay, let's go to the hospital first."

Meng Chuan waved his hand and said.

However, his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

The clash of souls that just now was no less intense than a life-or-death battle.

My fingertips traced the cracked surface of the statue; the eeriness was long gone.

Meng Chuan remained silent, thinking it was a treasure like the unicorn, but it turned out to be a bombshell.

But at this moment, he was exceptionally energetic, and even the fatigue from the battle had disappeared.

This feeling is like an enhancement of mental strength.

"I'll ask Master Luo later." Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly noticed that the screen of his phone, which had fallen to the ground, lit up.

Zheng Zhenzhen picked it up from the ground, just as Luo Guanyun called.

Meng Chuan accepted it.

You stay home. The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation, Li Xiao, is currently lurking in the Demon's Lair outside Yong'an City.

This person then wiped out the entire police force searching for the remnants of the Blackwater, including Captain Liu Jinglong.

On the other end of the phone.

Luo Guanyun, Wang Bingyi, and several other Yong'an Grandmasters, along with police officers, are conducting a thorough search of Li Xiao's lair.

They had just found the remains of Captain Liu and others who had sacrificed their lives; they were withered like dried tree bark.

The earth was cleaved in two by the sword energy, and with the last character "Li" left by Liu Jinglong before his death, everyone confirmed that it was undoubtedly the [Blood Drinking Demon Sword - Li Xiao].

On the other end of the phone, Meng Chuan was deeply shocked.

"No way, Captain Liu is dead?"

He couldn't help but feel a wave of fear. Fortunately, there was no suitable assistance task for him, otherwise, if he had encountered Li Xiao, he would have been doomed.

[Master, I've also encountered a ninth-level demonic martial artist here. I wonder what his connection is to Li Xiao?]

Luo Guanyun stopped in his tracks and asked in a deep voice:

Are you injured?

He could tell from his apprentice's strong voice that there shouldn't be any major problems.

Meng Chuan spoke the truth:

[I mainly took a hit to my lower back, but it's nothing serious. I'll go to the martial arts hospital for a check-up later.]

The bleeding in his waist had already stopped. Although the wound looked deep, it had not damaged his internal organs due to the protection of the inner membrane of the armor. At the same time, it was slowly scabbing over.

However, he was worried that the monster's claws might be poisonous, and that its demonic methods were unpredictable, so he decided to check it out for peace of mind.

"It's good that you're alright. I'll continue searching for Li Xiao. See you tomorrow."

Luo Guanyun hung up the phone and used his senses to explore his surroundings.

Compared to Meng Chuan's side, letting Li Xiao escape and allowing him to infiltrate Yong'an City again would pose a greater threat.

Currently, the entrance to the Demon Nest is guarded by Venerable Yin to prevent Li Xiao from luring them away from the mountain.

The other two top-tier martial arts university presidents, Venerable Yang and Venerable Xu, were also searching separately in two different directions within the demon's lair.

Meng Chuan hung up the phone, his thoughts a mix of emotions.

Li Xiao has consistently topped the Yong'an bounty list, yet he remains elusive and rarely seen.

Rumor has it that the other party has been hiding in some kind of "ultimate darkness," which is why they have never been able to catch him.

No one knows what their purpose is in showing up at this time.

However, its harmfulness is obvious; it brazenly killed the police station's captain as soon as it appeared.

I won't say much more about Master Nai Luo. As a fellow Grandmaster, he is more than capable of protecting himself.

"what happened?"

Zheng Zhenzhen came over and asked with concern.

She had only been in Yong'an for a short time and didn't know who Li Xiao was.

"Something has happened at the Demon Nest outside the city."

Meng Chuanyan's words were concise and to the point.

Zheng Zhenzhen glanced at the strange statue in Meng Chuan's hand and asked:

"Is it related to that guy from earlier?"

As the black mist continued to engulf him, the bald, burly man had long since vanished without a trace.

Meng Chuan remained silent, but he felt there must be a connection.

Inside the Martial Arts Hospital.

Zheng Zhenzhen is currently lying in a hospital bed with a laceration on her lower back, requiring her to rest in bed.

She hasn't told her family about what happened today.

Meng Chuan sat on the cot next to him, looking at the wound test results in his hand.

"No problem, it's probably related to the blockage of the endometrium."

Unlike Zheng Zhenzhen, he was injured by the monster's sharp claws.

The demonic energy is thick; let's get it tested to have a better understanding of the situation.

Fortunately, the first-rate hard skill he learned, the "Qi-Nourishing Armor Skill," always played a crucial role quietly.

Zheng Zhenzhen nestled high under the covers, only revealing her two large, dark, grape-like eyes as she blinked at Meng Chuan.

"Meng Chuan, you were amazing today!"

Meng Chuan was also feeling lucky; he had won with great difficulty and almost suffered a setback at the last minute.

He smiled and said:
"So now, who do you think is more capable, me or your brother?"

Zheng Zhenzhen feigned a thoughtful expression, and after a moment said:

"You two are both amazing."

"hehe."

Meng Chuan was speechless again. Seeing that Zheng Zhenzhen was unharmed, he prepared to leave.

"Don't go yet, Meng Chuan. Did you grab that handcuff?"

Meng Chuan turned around and said:
"Yes."

He then pulled it out from the back of his coat.

The pestle was black and translucent, with a cool-to-the-touch handle and a crystal-like, amethyst-like head.

This thing looks valuable; Meng Chuan couldn't possibly forget it.

Zheng Zhenzhen said with a grin:
"You've made a fortune today. I don't know much about the pestle, but the pestle head is worth a lot of money."

If I'm not mistaken, that little ball should be made of purple iron, worth around a million.

(End of this chapter)