Wet viviparity

Chapter 140: Great Disaster, Cemetery

The first one to come out of the Locking Well was the little Qiulong.

I saw clouds rising around him, and the silver nails on his claws flying around, smashing the demons who were eager to get out of the well into pieces, and he suddenly laughed triumphantly.

Xiao Qiulong has not forgotten the Taoist youth he hated the most. He must play with him for several days, ravage him for several days, and then kill him.

The slender dragon's body flipped over in the clouds. Lightning flashed several times in the clouds, making its round scales shine like silver. It then swooped down, emitting a loud dragon roar.

"Ah~"

Huang Jue opened his mouth wide, occupying half of his face. Little Qiulong was swallowed into this big mouth without any warning.

Then came the demons and sinners in the well, men and women, old and young, and no matter how deep they dug, they could not escape the suction of that mouth.

Their claws and nails left scratches on the wall, begging Ji Ming, who was guarding the well, to help them.

Ji Ming did not say anything and did not move. He just let it happen until a quarter of the prisoners in the well disappeared. Then Ji Ming spoke.

"enough!"

This quarter can be regarded as the ones who survived because of the temple business. They should have died, but if the number exceeded this, Ji Ming could not hide it.

Huang Jue ignored him and continued swallowing.

Ji Ming knew this would happen, so he decisively swung Meizhi, and he and King Huang Jue immediately disappeared from there, and then returned to the well.

After this trip, King Huang Jue decisively lifted up the spirit tablet and restored the magic circle on the well, looking extremely respectful.

"So this is the dojo of Lady Nanhua Huode. I, Huang Jue, am truly guilty of committing such a sin of killing in this famous mountain."

The king suddenly became polite, and the strange emotion in his body subsided a little. Ji Ming flicked the plum branch again, causing the king's eyelids to jump violently.

"It turns out that the king can still listen to me."

"You are a celestial being, and you have fulfilled my prophecy. We have a common enemy." King Huang Jue walked around the well, turning his Zen beads in his hand, and said slowly with his palms together, "Besides, it was you who allowed me to return to the world of the living. How could I not listen to you? I should be the friend who listens to you the most."

Ji Ming didn't think of himself as his friend, but he didn't deliberately correct such details.

In order to counteract Suluozi's pressure, he needed to have a good and equal conversation environment with Huang Jue.

Just now, I used the master's magical power to take Huang Jue on a tour of the caves of various immortal masters on Zirong Peak, which was the basis for creating an equal conversation.

Although Huang Jue had just come up from the underworld and his cultivation was greatly damaged, his Taoism was still unfathomable to him. Without the help of the master's magical powers, he would not be able to control this hungry ghost Huang who had cultivated into a human being and was at the fourth level of the Golden Elixir realm.

A crackling sound was heard from Huang Jue's slightly bulging belly. A strong electric light was shining through his belly, and it seemed as if a loach was twisting in his belly.

A stream of light flew over and landed beside the well.

The visitor had a look of shock on his face and looked at Huang Jue's stomach in disbelief. He could sense that the dragon inside was frantically calling for help.

"Do you know that he is the dragon son of Jinbi Water Palace?"

"Longzi? I thought it was some wild dragon locked in the well."

Although Huang Jue's words were a bit arrogant, his actions were very honest. He reached his hand into his stomach and grabbed the little Qiulong, whose body was burnt black by the hunger in his stomach, and threw it back into the well.

The little Qiulong grew in the well facing the wind, holding on to the wall of the well and howling loudly in the cold wind.

It had just suffered from hunger and fire, and now it was hit by a cold wind. The alternation between cold and heat caused the scales on its body to break apart inch by inch, exposing its flesh and blood, and dragon blood spilled on the wall.

“I want to go back!
Qian Geng, you once served in heaven and have connections with the gods, so let me go back immediately!"

This time, Xiao Qiulong was really scared. He was almost digested into a lump as food.

Yaksha Qian Geng pursed his lips, his plans were disrupted once again.

He looked towards the young Taoist priest. Now all these changes seemed to be caused by him. Perhaps he should have a good talk with him.

He asked Jiming, "Are you the one who makes the decision?"

Ji Ming threw the plum branch in his hand, and Huang Jue beside him understood and retreated behind Ji Ming.

"Did Fellow Daoist Qian come here to question me?" "Shouldn't I?!" Yaksha said as a matter of course: "Longzi is of noble status. Although he is temporarily trapped, he should not be abused. If I report it to the Water Palace, can you afford it?!"

"Do I deserve to be threatened by this evil dragon?"

Hearing the question from the Taoist priest, Yaksha knew that Xiao Qiulong must have made a mistake again, and he was a little unreasonable, but he still said firmly: "He is the dragon's son."

"I am a disciple of Taiping Mountain and a guest of Huoxu Cave. I am not a small soldier or crab general in your Water Palace. Even if I am guilty, it is not your turn to judge."

Ji Ming took a big step towards Yaksha. His sharp tone and fierce movements startled Yaksha, and his momentum declined for a moment.

"I think we should not go to the Water Palace to judge the crime. Let's go directly to the Fire Ruins Cave on Zirong Peak to ask the master to make a judgment and skin this evil little dragon alive as soon as possible."

After these words were spoken, Yaksha's face became even uglier. He stood there stiffly, not saying a word for a long time.

He had investigated the little Taoist priest and knew that he was very much favored by the master. If this matter were really reported to the master, he would most likely be on the side of the little Taoist priest.

In terms of background and reason, the opponent seems to be able to stand his ground. Yaksha's usual method of three parts reason and seven parts force is no longer very effective.

"At least you can't abuse him."

Ji Ming stood at the edge of the well, staring at the bloody little Qiulong in the well.

He knew in his heart that this matter would be difficult to resolve peacefully. Xiao Qiulong was definitely a bomb, and might blow him up and cover him in blood at a critical moment.

"it is good!"

Ji Ming nodded in agreement.

Although Yaksha knew that the other party was just being perfunctory, what could he do? This was Jiheng Mountain and the other party came from Huoxu Cave. Besides, he was not even a dragon that could cross the river.

Although he wanted to ease the tension, there was an unknown evil follower still here, so he couldn't take any action and could only observe in secret for the time being.

"My king, what do you think?"

Huang Jue touched his stomach and said after a moment's silence: "This Longzi must die, Su Luozi must also die, and we must live well."

Seeing that Huang Jue had made up his mind, Ji Ming asked curiously, "How can we survive?"

"Great calamity."

Huang Jue whispered the word, then looked down into the well, his eyes showing a light of discovery of treasure, "A great catastrophe turned into ashes, is the best way to avoid cause and effect.

This well leads to the Sea of ​​Bitterness in the Artemisia of Mount Tai, where there is a great Buddhist temple called the Altar of the Cemetery. It is a secret place of death, a treasure land of corpses, and a pure place for bones.

One of the ghost gods I worshipped during my lifetime was the ascetic practitioner in that temple. I want to use this well to communicate with the ascetic ghost god in that temple and get his blessing.

In addition, I can also ask a few of the day and night gods that I know in Haoli to help me invite my old friends from the south of the sky to come to this temple and have a show with Su Luozi. "

"good!"

Ji Ming frowned slightly, but still stroked his hand and praised.

Speaking of the altar in the charnel ground, there is an old connection with it. At that time, Tai used bone relics to consecrate the white bones and heart beads. His mind entered the altar and was allowed to be a Buddhist disciple by a great Buddhist.

"But such a loud noise cannot escape the eyes and ears of Su Luozi."

"That's exactly it." Huang Jue showed Ji Ming a new idea, he said: "What is a great catastrophe? It is when people have murderous intentions and the world turns upside down.

If it is not so grand and attracts attention from all sides, and the enemy and I have clearly fought, and it is regarded as a public case in Tiannan, how can we avoid the many consequences in the future? "

Ji Ming understood something, but also understood nothing.

Judging from Huang Jue's meaning, this is not only a battle of wits, but also a war of public opinion. The so-called avoiding cause and effect is just occupying the moral high ground to prevent others from openly seeking revenge.

However, this move hits the vital point of the righteous cultivator, but is of little use to the evildoers.

"But I have escaped to the world of the living, bearing the punishment of the underworld, and my Yin body has been severely damaged. I need to recuperate in the underworld ghost realm at the bottom of this well, so I still need you, a celestial being, to carry the banner of fighting against Suluozi."

"I?"

(End of this chapter)