Wet viviparity

Chapter 231: Defeated, but the Skills Are Hidden
There was a constant roar in the ancient bell under the eagle's claws, and a figure could be seen faintly through the bronze body.

The sharp claws dug into the bell tightly, causing sparks to fly everywhere, making the ancient bell seem to be unable to bear the weight. However, Jueguang sat steadily in the bell, just closing his eyes and chanting scriptures.

Jueguang knew that he had overstepped the line, and he was not surprised by Zhang Xiaoyuan's reaction; it was even expected.

However, he broke the rules not to suppress the other party, but to make mistakes and drag the other party into making mistakes, so that the two of them could return to the original state of balance.

Now Zhang Xiaoyuan is on the verge of making a mistake. As long as he is not suppressed and makes the fight more intense, then according to the usual practice on the mountain, both of them will be punished with fifty lashes.

Jueguang sat inside the bell, looking at the two guardian ghosts and gods he had brought from the peak, who were also his current chief and deputy generals, and he felt that he had a 70 to 80 percent chance of winning.

In a place in the mountains, Tiger Eyes and the two big men fought from the mountain to the foot of the mountain, making poisonous insects flee, long snakes hide, and mountain beasts hide. In the end, Tiger Eyes gradually became exhausted.

The two ghosts were nothing like ordinary Yin bodies. They were covered with brilliant golden light, and there was a constant buzzing sound with their every move. It was clear that their fighting skills had reached perfection.

"roar~"

The teeth of the saw and chisel flew out, and the tiger's roar turned into a tangible magic wave, shaking the whole area. Unexpectedly, a strong fist came and smashed the tiger's head into the earth and rock.

The fight was fierce here. On the edge of the cloud, inside the red cloud, Lord Jiehuo stood among the six fire warriors, holding up a peach magic sword, pointing it at Jintong who was coming from Buxu, and shouted, "You are no match for Senior Brother Jueguang, so you resorted to this bad strategy. Fighting among fellow disciples is really unkind."

Ji Ming stepped on the void step by step, stepping on the void warriors one by one, without saying any nonsense. A silver light flashed behind his head, and the Fire Lord on the red cloud immediately fell down with his hands covering his heart, and was about to be smashed into a pulp.

"My brother!"

Lin Shuijun on the blue cloud was choking with fear and quickly flew up the cloud to chase after him.

For a moment, the two ghost gods, Zhong Jueguang and Douhu, all looked over, as if surprised that Jintong defeated one of the two gentlemen so easily. After all, this was not an ordinary person living at the foot of the mountain.

Ji Ming was also stunned. When did his White Bone Heart Bead become so powerful?

However, he had forgotten that the White Bone Heart Bead was a treasure. It was just that his enemies in the past were experienced and strong, so it was not easy for this treasure to show its power.

When he was close to the ground, the Fire Lord covered his heart and cried out in pain, his face pale. He lifted his clothes and saw veins bulging around his heart. He said weakly, "His treasure has absorbed my heart's blood.

Big brother, my fire monster healing technique cultivates the heart-related organs, and your water monster healing technique cultivates the kidney-related organs, so don’t let him shine on you.”

As he spoke, he took a deep breath, sucked the six fire warriors into his mouth, and then spit at Ji Ming in the air, preparing to force a spell. The tendons outside the heart bulged as if they were about to explode, and a dog-like creature was spit out.

The dog had a hump on its back with smoke and fire spewing out of it, and it ran swiftly in the air.

Ji Ming looked down and saw that he was supported by only three strong men. The strong wind fluttered his robes. He said softly, "Why do you have to do this?"

As soon as Ji Ming finished speaking, a stream of spiritual energy emanated from his mouth. Suddenly, a strong wind blew up from the ground. The strong wind transformed by the spiritual energy stirred up a huge cloud of dust and earth, and pushed down with a loud rumble. The camel, dog, and fire objects were all scattered at once.

On the ground, Zhiguang smiled helplessly and quickly retreated, thinking: "Jintong's attack is still so ruthless, either don't attack, or it will be fatal. But this is a fight between fellow disciples, Jintong must have held back a bit, otherwise Shangui is the most ruthless."

Three talismans were scattered around the two Lords Linshui and Jiehuo, and turned into golden light to cover them. Under such strong wind, the three talismans could not last for too long, but they seemed to be enough for Lord Linshui.

He swallowed the six water warriors into his stomach, and spit at his magic sword. An octopus-like creature sank into the sword. Suddenly, the sword turned blue, and fish scales grew on the sword, which began to sway like a fish tail.

"Wait."

Linshui Jun said something to his brothers, and plunged his head into the sword. With a "swish", after Linshui Jun's body and sword became one, the blade of the magic sword swung and disappeared.

Ji Mingyuan's spirit sounded a warning, and the circle of light behind his head shone everywhere, but the opponent moved too fast and could not be fixed at all.

"Have you ever met a sword cultivator?"

These words suddenly came into Ji Ming's ears. They came from a sword that was constantly swinging. They were also the words of Lin Shuijun.

The long sword shuttled through and penetrated into Ji Ming's body. In the next second, a huge repulsive force came from the body. Lin Shuijun swung the sword desperately and swam forward, trying to pierce into the body.

It's just that it feels like swimming against the current. The further you go, the greater the resistance. "What kind of magic is this?"

In the ancient bell, Jueguang felt uneasy.

Zhang Xiaoyuan, who had grabbed the ancient bell, also realized that he could not do anything to Jueguang for a while, so he laughed and said, “You don’t know that my cousin’s ability has cultivated hundreds of strong men in his body. He is the second literary star Qian Zu on the mountain.”

The light in the bell focused and looked. In the void, numerous strong men were released from Jin Tong's body, real and unreal, like a long illusory river washing the magic sword that was stabbing forward.

"There are too many Lux!"

Jueguang couldn't help but stretch his neck to look, and his eyes closed for a moment, and the Buddhist magic eyes quietly opened.

"Ok?"

Ji Ming sensed something was wrong and tilted his head slightly. His body suddenly stiffened and he couldn't move.

Zhang Xiaoyuan's furious voice could be vaguely heard beside his ear, "How dare you attack me, bald donkey?"

In front of him, Lin Shuijun noticed that something was wrong with Ji Ming, and was extremely delighted. Just as he was about to dash forward, he saw the round light behind Ji Ming's head staring at him.

On its back, a yaksha ghost was squatting there, holding a demon-subduing pestle in his hand, looking eager to try.

"Go back!"

The stiffness only lasted for two breaths. Ji Ming stretched out one hand and gently took the sword in his hand. Then he looked at the ancient bell treasure not far away that was being pecked wildly by the giant eagle transformed by Zhang Xiaoyuan and had been broken.

Lin Shuijun, who was one with his sword, said unwillingly: "If it weren't for you, my brother would have suffered..."

Halfway through his words, Lin Shuijun saw Jin Tong spread out a palm with six fingers, on which a swirling green wind appeared, a tiny, inconspicuous gust of wind.

The magical power contained in the small breeze made the sword tremble uncontrollably.

On the ground, Zhiguang stared at the gust of wind and took a deep breath. Although he was not willing to admit it, in the final analysis, his obedience to Jintong was due to this magic.

In the Bingfu Cave, he had seen the Jing Gang Qi Leaf. When he woke up from coma, he happened to see the "Buddha" breaking free from the wall, and Jin Tong subdued him with a green leaf.

The gust of wind on the palm was just the prelude to the spell. No, Jin Tong would not cast such a spell here. If such a spell was cast, there would be casualties.

"Jin Tong is now deliberately hiding his strength." Zhi Guang thought so, and then silently chanted the Buddha's name to calm the surging emotions in his heart.

In mid-air, the magic sword fell rapidly and landed next to the Fire Lord, becoming as docile as a rabbit for a moment.

"Brother, do we have to go back to the South China Sea?"

"Brother, what discouraging words are you talking about? Master has said that there is a great opportunity in this area. Besides, it doesn't matter who we work for. I, Xu Anbo, am convinced by this golden boy."

Ji Ming took a step forward and looked at the two ghosts fighting the fierce tiger. He was about to wave his hand holding Cui Feng away when he heard a voice beside him, "Don't do anything, I'll do it myself."

Beside him, Tiger Eye appeared here at some point without him noticing.

"The tiger?"

Tiger Eyes met Ji Ming's doubtful gaze and said, "People always think that we are monsters with human nature, but our essence is still a beast. Even those who are well versed in Taoist books cannot avoid this prejudice.

Look at those two ghosts, they really think they are fighting with me and suppressing me! How hard they work! "

Ji Ming shook his head speechlessly, ignoring Tiger Eyes' evil taste, and spread his hand. The green wind hit the ancient bell under the giant eagle directly, and there was a roar beside Xiaoxi Mountain. Jueguang in the bell could no longer sit still and took the initiative to flip out of the bell.

(End of this chapter)