Wet viviparity

Chapter 113: Cliff, Qiankong Crossing
"boom!"

The two palm forces were supposed to collide with each other, but because Ji Ming was affected by the phantom sound, his palm deviated by half an inch and he was hit hard by the Zen master.

The Zen master turned his head to the side and looked at Ji Ming's palm with a smug expression, thinking that he could dodge it.

When he looked up, he saw a ball of dust flying out, which, pushed by the crane's energy, hit his eyes hard and hurt his eyeball.

Ji Ming was hit on the left shoulder, and the palm force pushed him up at least four or five feet. The place where he was hit quickly became bruised, and a slight corpse poison was produced.

Ji Ming had no time to care about his injuries. Seeing that the dust he had spread had blinded the Zen master's eyes, he pushed his claws downwards fiercely.

"clang!"

"clang!"

The Zen master was hit by a palm strike, but only two metal collision sounds were heard. Ji Ming's face changed. He didn't expect that this Tiger Horse Zen Master actually had a secret skill to protect himself.

The next second, the five big-headed monk ghosts under the Zen master opened their arms, kicked their short legs, ran on the vertical cliff, and rushed towards Ji Ming.

"Shilong, you are not a smart one."

The Zen master climbed on the wall and commanded the five ghosts to catch the opponent.

The five ghosts were running wildly on the wall, and Ji Ming no longer tried to push his palms to jump up.

He knew that sooner or later he would run out of energy and die of exhaustion, so he had to come up with a surprise attack.

"My arm is itching."

Ji Ming frowned, but he could no longer care about the reverse transformation on his arms. He pushed the wall hard with his toes and leaped into the floating clouds outside the wall.

"Suicide?"

Zen Master Hu Ma was stunned, and the five ghosts also lost their target and circled on the wall.

"There must be a trick."

Just as the Zen master was about to call back the five ghosts, he felt a force of energy hitting him.

At first he relied on his secret self-defense skills and didn't take it seriously, but the energy had no strength at all, and it stuck to his body like paste, and then a huge pulling force suddenly occurred.

Caught off guard, he was pulled ten feet away from the wall and fell into the floating clouds.

The fear of falling to death from a high altitude suddenly hit Master Hu Ma, causing him to wail at the top of his lungs and wave his hands and feet around like a frightened woman.

"Five ghosts, come quickly, come quickly, come quickly."

At the Zen master's shout, the five ghosts hugged each other, formed a dark cloud and rushed down, supporting the Zen master and greatly slowing down his falling speed.

"Ha~"

Lying on the dark cloud, the Zen master was breathing heavily, sticking his butt out, with a look of fear in his eyes.

"Crazy, he must be crazy."

The Zen master could still feel the energy in his body, which was tightly attached to him and dragging him down.

This is definitely not some acquired internal energy, but the crane-controlling skill of Taiping Mountain.

"He is preparing to die with me."

The Zen master thought.

He didn't bother to hide his incompetence and threw the beads in his hand.

Sixteen jade beads were scattered like stars in the sky, suspended one by one, emitting light, spinning around, and then shooting downwards.

Ji Ming cut off the energy from the Zen master's body and moved his claws. The energy condensed into an energy wall around his body. The sixteen jade beads shot into the "wall" but could not move an inch forward.

"It's just a magic weapon."

When Ji Ming saw this, he felt relieved for a moment, but then everything went dark before his eyes. When he looked again, he saw the Zen master rushing down from the clouds and shooting into his arms like an arrow.

"cough"

Ji Ming started coughing violently, coughing up a lot of blood.

Looking at his abdomen again, he saw a hand standing upright like a single knife, breaking through the thick wall of air, and the front half of the fingers and palm had pierced into the flesh under his abdomen.

"Haha, your energy is too scattered." The Zen master's fat face shook as he laughed heartily.

"You can't fly!"

"Ok?"

The Zen master was flustered by Ji Ming's inexplicable words. He was about to stab deeper with one hand, and then he saw a round light opening behind the boy's head.

"what!"

The impact of the treasure made the Zen master scream and avoid it subconsciously, and then he quickly pulled his palm back.

Then, the round light swept away, and the dark clouds behind him collapsed immediately. The big-headed monk ghost bodies directly disintegrated, and in the blink of an eye, all five ghosts were killed.

The Five Ghosts Moving Technique was broken, and the Zen master spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing that the circle of light was still moving, the Zen master clasped his hands together, became ruthless, and bit off a small piece of the tip of his tongue, spurting out the yang energy and hot blood from the tip of his tongue, breaking the circle of light neatly.

Ji Ming was greatly shocked when his invincible White Bone Heart Bead was broken. He then stretched out his arms and completely let go of his demonic nature.

The feather follicles on both arms bulged, and flight feathers were quickly pulled out of the feather follicles. In the blink of an eye, the feathers covered both arms, and a pair of black wings spread out in a flash.

The airflow brushes across the wings, supporting them and then slowing down the entire body.

With a "swish" sound, Zen Master Hu Ma and Ji Ming passed each other and fell down, screaming with blood in their mouths.

When he saw Ji Ming with his wings shining, he begged for mercy.

Ji Ming flapped his wings continuously and was also falling, but compared with the Zen Master's falling speed, his speed was almost still.

After all, human bodies and wings are different from those of crows and birds in the previous world.

Fortunately, he had flying experience, otherwise, even if he had conjured up a pair of wings in a hurry, it would be difficult to effectively reduce his falling speed.

"Whoosh~"

The wind was blowing hard and many talisman papers floated up from under him, brushing past Ji Ming's body.

Looking down, he saw that it was Zen Master Hu Ma who was taking out pieces of talisman paper, but none of them could help him escape the crisis of falling to death.

"Brother Shilong, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

The strong wind blowing past my ears brought the Zen master's plea for mercy to me. After this plea, the sound of a watermelon falling to the ground followed, which was unusually crisp.

Ji Ming flapped his wings and claws wildly, trying to stop his falling body, but he still fell heavily to the ground.

At the last second, he gathered all his energy, his tender little face turned red, veins bulged, and the energy in his body suddenly expanded in all directions.

In an instant, in front of the cliff, among the weeds and broken rocks, it seemed like flying sand and rocks.

In mid-air, it was like a huge wind ball falling down with air currents swirling around it, and inside the ball there was a figure with wings spread out.

The outward-rushing energy slowed down the downward momentum, allowing Ji Ming to land lightly.

Stepping on solid ground, Ji Ming's soul seemed to be still falling, as if it had not yet landed.

After a long time, he fell to the ground with a thud and let out a few laughs as if he had survived a disaster.

He raised a pair of black feathered wings and looked at them repeatedly.

Looking at the pile of broken body parts that were unrecognizable, a round light opened behind his head and swept across the pile of broken body parts, and the sound of rapid chewing sounded behind his head.

When rushed by that mouthful of yang blood, his white bone heart bead almost fell back into the magic weapon.

As expected, this evil treasure is most easily defeated by masculine things. I suffered a great loss this time.

I picked out the bag of minced meat and opened it, and found that there were indeed not many good things inside.

It seems that everyone understands that treasures should not be carried with you.

Ji Ming did not relax for a moment. He flapped two more armor and horse symbols on his numb wings and flew towards the Hengshan area.

He flew sometimes high, sometimes low, and occasionally plunged headfirst into the air like a kite with a broken string, but he still flew tenaciously.

(End of this chapter)