Wet viviparity

Chapter 172: Strong Wind, Holy Flesh
On the cloud scene at the horizon, Zhang Xiaoyuan, standing on the back of an eagle, just looked on indifferently.

The order of Taiping Mountain can restrain the disciples, but it cannot restrain the Taoist merchants on the mountain.

These Taoist merchants are centered around their families, protected by their ancestors, and have a long tradition. They wantonly encroach on the interests of others and covet profits stained with blood. They are actually a cancer on the mountain.

"I have already explained the old grudges. I came here to fight today not just for revenge, but to tell you, the Zhang family, to take this as a warning in the future."

As he spoke, Zhang Xiaoyuan jumped off the eagle's back, flew in front of the building, raised his hand and a sword energy came out, which cut open the roof of the building, exposing Ji Ming underneath to the light.

"Must be beaten?"

It was during the Taoist assessment period, and Ji Ming didn't want to cause any more trouble.

Now he has reached the late stage of Qi Refining, and as long as his five internal organs and five Qi can be cultivated to the point of "spiritual manifestation", he can break through to the third level of foundation building in one fell swoop, and truly have the confidence to compete with Su Luo.

Zhang Xiaoyuan stood in the air on the top of Baolin Tower, with his hands folded in front of his chest, and said condescendingly: "Why, do you want to call the real person behind you?"

"I see."

Ji Ming thought to himself.

This man came rushing in, and after only one or two moves, he patiently explained the old grudge. It turned out that he was using the righteousness to suppress Master Huolong, so that he would not interfere in this fight.

This man's behavior is dignified and his words are clever. Who is he on Mount Taiping?
At this time, many Taoists have gathered upstairs and downstairs. Most of them came from Qingping Rock, and the underworld officials who maintain order in the city are a future.

"Senior Brother Xiao Yuan!"

A yellow brocade cassock with tiger patterns floated from the clouds to the upper floor. It turned around and Tiger Eyes appeared, saying, "There are many twists and turns in this matter. I hope you won't be used by villains."

Then, Tian Ye hurried over and whispered a few words to Ji Ming, saying, "Brother Tiger Eyes heard about what happened and came to mediate the incident."

It seems that Tian Ye had already taken action as soon as the incident happened, and invited Tiger Eye from Tianhe Peak to help Ji Ming resolve this unprovoked disaster.

It was just that Ji Ming felt inexplicably angry. He was beaten up at his doorstep and lost face. In the end, he had to ask someone to mediate and ask the other party to keep quiet.

Seeing Tiger Eye of Tianhe Peak, Zhang Xiaoyuan's anger faded a little, and he just said, "Tiger Eye, retreat."

Huyan was about to say something else when suddenly a voice came from behind him. It was Ji Ming's voice from Baolin Tower.

"An evil guest has come to our house and is making trouble. If reason doesn't work, then we'll have to fight to the death." In the building, Ji Ming had already started to use his treasure, the White Bone Heart Bead, and said, "I want to see whose master he is relying on."

"Good!" Zhang Xiaoyuan was not angry but happy, saying: "That's how it should be, that's how it should be"

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Xiaoyuan had already fallen headfirst from in front of a several-meter-high building, crashing heavily to the ground, stirring up a huge cloud of dust.

"He is a disciple of Zhenjun Shangfu and a direct disciple of Lu Daojun." Tian Ye widened his eyes and reminded quickly.

"The matter of fighting has nothing to do with background, and besides."

"Ha ha!"

A hearty laugh rang out from the smoke and dust, and a figure slowly floated up and said, "What a good saying: fighting has nothing to do with background. Your father has always been rude and willful. I didn't expect that he would have a son like you."

"It's true that there is smoke but no harm." Ji Ming sighed inwardly. His White Bone Heart Bead was the most vicious. If it missed the target the first time, the effect of the second time would be greatly reduced.

Zhang Xiaoyuan's figure had risen into the air again, his expression was much more solemn, no, his fighting spirit was even stronger.

The next second, in Ji Ming's field of vision, the other party's figure quickly enlarged and appeared in front of him in a breath.

If not for the fact that all twelve of his meridians were opened, his internal organs and his entire body had begun to separate from the mortal body, his naked eyes might not be able to capture the other party's actions.

“Sanctification of the flesh!”

A word emerged in Ji Ming's mind. Since ancient times, most people who have achieved success in Dan Dao have given up their physical bodies and practiced Yang Shen Chongju. Those who can completely transform their physical bodies and ascend to heaven are rare in ancient times. It can be said that they are as rare as morning stars.

This kind of body and soul can transcend the mundane and enter a higher level. In Taoism, the special term for this is called "both form and spirit are perfect", and it is also generally called "the body becomes saint".

Sanctification of the physical body is not only a method of cultivation, but also a wonderful method of fighting.

Under the Three Heavens, only the disciples of the True Spirit Sect are the best at this method. It is said that once this method is mastered, the physical body will become enlightened and one can attain the fruit of the Tao.

As soon as the thought of sanctifying the body flashed through his mind, Zhang Xiaoyuan had already rushed into the building, like a mighty general. He grabbed his waist with his hand and swung a shining steel knife from behind his waist.

Ji Ming flipped over like a strange python, and an invisible knife wind blew through his body, sweeping through the pavilion in an instant. The main pillars, doors and windows were all broken, with smooth cuts, and the broken roof on the upper floor collapsed directly.

In the collapsed high-rise building, amidst the rolling dust and dirt, Zhang Xiaoyuan didn't care about the falling tiles and beams, and rushed forward in one stride.

Suddenly, a flash of silver light shone through a cloud of dust in front of him, causing his eyelids to twitch, his hair to stand on end, and he quickly turned his head to the side.

The instantly elongated lightning arc brushed past his face. No, it had already brushed against his face. He could smell a peculiar stench after lightning.

He touched the side of his face, and the place that was "licked" by the lightning arc seemed to be slightly black and red, but that was all. Looking in front of him, a strong wind was rushing towards him.

With a bang, Zhang Xiaoyuan was knocked out of the building, covered in dust.

The brocade robe and embroidered jacket he was wearing were torn into pieces by the wind, revealing the shiny scale armor he was wearing underneath. His body was covered with many scratches.

Zhang Xiaoyuan stood in the air again, looking at the scratches on his hands and neck in disbelief. He had made some progress in practicing the sanctification of his physical body, and could now fly in the air without being harmed by water or fire.

Outside the building, many Taoists were shocked when they saw Zhang Xiaoyuan's miserable appearance and started to secretly investigate the background of the people in the building.

Among the group of Taoists belonging to Tianhe Peak, Tian Ye was squeezed among them.

He asked Brother Tiger Eyes for advice, deliberately raising his voice, "What kind of magic did my brother Zhang perform? I have never seen it before in my sect."

This sentence attracted many sidelong glances, especially many junior sisters from Tianhe Peak who came over to chat with him. Tian Ye felt extremely comfortable.

“That’s Ling Gang!”

Tiger Eyes stared at the rooftop from which billowing dust and smoke were rising. His normally closed eyes were now wide open, revealing a pair of apricot-yellow tiger pupils.

"It is said that if the Yiqi Great Grasping Hand is practiced to the highest level, it can capture dragons and subdue tigers. This is due to the fierceness of the spiritual energy and the softness of the grasping hand, combining the strength of both hardness and softness.

But Jin Tong is now doing the opposite, only taking the fierceness of the spiritual energy and abandoning the gentleness of the grappling, so it has become this extremely fierce and violent energy."

"Why do I feel that it is much more powerful than that Qi-powered Grasping Technique? It almost broke Senior Brother Xiao Yuan's body."

Tiger Eyes retracted his gaze, looked at the field and said, "The gale is fierce and easy to release but difficult to control. If you are not careful, it will backfire on you. I hope Jin Tong's move is a well-thought-out response."

"Whoo~"

"Whoo~"

In the dust and smoke rising from the upper floor, the sound of the wind was mixed with whistles and howls.

Instead of blowing away the dust, the wind formed a wind vortex, which drew the dust back into the vortex.

Under the wind vortex, there were six hands with distinct knuckles, which gently lifted up the wind vortex.

Ji Ming, holding Gangfeng and the shining silver nail, slowly walked out of the building and looked at Zhang Xiaoyuan who was eager to fight.

(End of this chapter)