I Become a Martial Arts God in the Chaotic Demon World-Chapter 76: Demon Ghost

A winding bluestone staircase led to the foot of the mountain, where the path grew increasingly wider. Ahead lay a collapsed bluestone archway, on which one could faintly make out the three ancient characters of True Martial Sect.

Before, Han Zheng had assumed that the True Martial Sect was built along the mountainside.

But now, it seemed that wasn't the case.

It turned out that True Martial Sect had actually excavated the mountain to build the sect, with the interior of the mountain holding its main area, and the mountain's summit serving as the entrance. The entry was narrow at first but opened into a spacious interior.

Han Zheng saw some reason in this somewhat odd architectural approach of the sect.

It was surely intended as a defense against demons, leaving only an extremely narrow entrance that was easy to guard.

But the problem was that once a truly powerful demon appeared, such architectural tactics would instantly turn into a fatal trap, making it easy for one to be completely overrun.

Just then, a piercing scream suddenly erupted from the front.

The martial artist who had been running ahead was suddenly dragged away by something that shot out of the darkness, followed shortly by sounds of chewing and screaming.

The creature was so fast that no one could see clearly what it really was.

"Demons!"

The Swallowing Ghost Child at the forefront turned pale. A layer of dark grey Yin Ghost Gang Qi enveloped his body as he cautiously eyed the front.

"What exactly is a demon ghost?"

Someone in the crowd asked.

An older martial artist, even his beard somewhat white, cautiously scanned the surroundings and explained: "A demon ghost is a monster formed when the flesh and blood of a dead demon intertwine and fuse with a human's three souls and seven spirits.

Demon Suppression Pass has often seen fierce battles between demons, so a large number of demon ghosts have been born there; they're not rare.

The strength of a demon ghost varies, depending on how strong the demon flesh it merged with was before its death.

However, demon ghosts are not normal beings; their flesh and spirits are incomplete, and there's mutual rejection between the two, filled with chaos and madness.

Most demon ghosts have very short lifespans, with some even crumbling apart a few hours after birth.

Some that manage to consume living humans to replenish their Qi Blood Power survive a bit longer, but a human's three souls and seven spirits cannot fully merge with the demon ghost, and rejection occurs usually within a few years.

This ruin has been sealed for at least three thousand years. How could there still be demon ghosts here? This isn't logical. What has been providing them power to prevent their flesh from collapsing?"

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Having explained this, the martial artist paused as bursts of roaring and groans continuously sounded around them.

Accompanied by rustling noises, countless Corpse Ghosts began appearing around, and at a cursory glance, their numbers seemed to exceed a hundred!

Everyone finally saw what the demon ghosts looked like, and everyone's face turned pale.

If demons were considered ugly and ferocious, then these demon ghosts were simply unbearable to look at.

These creatures seemed to be patched together from pieces of flesh, some with three legs and one arm, others with three arms and eight legs, crawling swiftly on the ground.

The only commonality was their heads, also stitched together from chunks of flesh but one could vaguely make out a human head's shape, though their mouths were filled with sharp, vicious teeth.

Since the birth of a demon ghost necessarily involved the use of human three souls and seven spirits, their heads resembled a human's form.

These ghastly beings were suffused with formidable Qi Blood Power, appearing to Han Zheng to be even stronger than a martial artist in the late stage of the Innate Transcendence Realm.

As those demon ghosts emitted their piercing screams, countless demon ghosts lunged towards the many martial artists.

Some martial artists, lacking extensive experience in the Martial World, had neither encountered demons nor, even less, demon ghosts, being bizarre creatures.

Thus, right away, some less powerful martial artists were overpowered by the demon ghosts and mercilessly torn apart.

In an instant, the wails of the demon ghosts and the agonized cries of the martial artists filled the entire ruin.

Although Han Zheng was not at the very front, numerous demon ghosts were closing in around him.

The Mo Blade Kill Tiger appeared in his hand, its dark blade wreathed in black Demonic Qi.

With one slash, the demon ghost did not even try to dodge and was neatly cleaved into two halves by Han Zheng.

After falling to the ground, the demon ghost's corpse twitched twice and instantly decomposed into a pile of rotting flesh and a large pool of black pus, exuding a nauseating smell.

Han Zheng thought this demon ghost was not difficult to deal with.

Though physically strong in appearance, this was its only advantage.

Demons possess intelligence, but demon ghosts have none, driven solely by the instinct to feed.

Hence, their method of attack was almost solely aggressive, lunging straight at their target without defense.

Given the formidable strength of this creature, it was surprising that killing it yielded neither Demon Essence nor Qi Blood Essence. Could it be that the Taotie Furnace found this creature disgusting and thus refused to consume it?

Han Zheng had initially thought this creature easy to kill and was planning to kill more to accumulate Hunger Levels.

Now seeing that it had nothing to offer, he suddenly lost interest and just followed other martial artists to charge forward.

For Han Zheng, the demon ghost posed no threat.

However, for those martial artists who had not reached the Perfect Innate Transcendence Realm, the demon ghost was a terrifying existence.

Among the more than a hundred martial artists present, a majority were dragged into the darkness and chewed up by the demon ghost in a matter of moments.

Led by the Swallowing Ghost Child, everyone charged downward until they reached the interior of Black Peak Mountain, where the demon ghosts suddenly stopped following them.

Han Zheng slightly frowned at this sight.

The demon ghosts seemed to hesitate beyond an invisible line, their greed for flesh evident yet they dared not step over the boundary.

For these instinct-driven demon ghosts, what was it about this place that instilled such fear in them?

Han Zheng stayed cautious, remaining at the back of the group.

He also glanced over at the people from the Zhang Family.

True to form, they had come prepared; not taking the front lines when the demon ghosts attacked, and later forming a defensive stance, resulting in not a single casualty.

With utmost caution, everyone moved forward, exploring what seemed to be the central plaza of the True Martial Sect's former stronghold, which was quite spacious.

However, the ground was littered with giant skeletons, some over ten yards long with grim and terrifying skulls.

These likely belonged to the demons that had attacked the True Martial Sect in the past.

The pig demon Han Zheng had previously encountered was like a small giant. How terrifying must these ten-yard-tall demons have been in their prime?

In addition to the demon bodies, there were many human skeletons likely belonging to disciples of the True Martial Sect.

But something felt off to Han Zheng.

Why hadn't the last strong warrior of the True Martial Sect, who had achieved great success and returned to protect the sect ruins, cleaned up the corpse ghosts outside?

It was somewhat understandable not to clear the corpse ghosts, as for him, these Innate Realm corpse ghosts were no different from bugs.

But these skeletons belonged to his fellow disciples and mentors. Why hadn't he gathered them?

That powerful individual had given up wealth and power to return to the sect ruins to accompany his fallen comrades, showing deep loyalty and sentimentality.

Would such a deeply loyal and righteous person allow these skeletons to lie here, accompanying the remains of demons?

While Han Zheng pondered, someone up ahead discovered a long sword among the bones and exclaimed excitedly, "A Mystical Weapon!"

As an Ancient Sect, even if the True Martial Sect wasn't among the top tiers in ancient times, its strength was certainly not weak.

Thus, the weapons in the hands of these skeletons were almost all of Mystical Weapon Level.

Some weapons were shattered and broken, yet others remained intact.

Upon hearing this, the many martial artists present immediately brightened up and began to vie for them.

Han Zheng scanned the area and instantly locked onto a blade.

Covered in a layer of dust from thousands of years, all other weapons showed signs of age, except for one blade which still gleamed sharply, impervious to the covering dust.

The blade was slender and long, resembling a crescent moon on close inspection, akin to a pool of autumn water, rippling with astonishing sharpness.

Unlike other weapons that were either held in the hands of skeletons or scattered on the ground, this blade was stuck into the skeleton of a demon, embedding three inches into bone.