Wet viviparity

Chapter 302: Fire Rinse, Water Dragon
"Golden Boy"

"Brother, don't ask too much. Everyone has their own secrets, especially someone like Jin Tong. His secrets need to be respected."

Lin Shuijun looked at the bamboo forest nearby and sighed in his heart that Jintong really knew the inside story of the Palace of Wrongful Death. If it were their brothers, they would probably still be confused in this outer city.

"Big brother!"

Jie Huojun pointed to a stone tablet with the word "幽篁" engraved on it in front of the bamboo forest, took out the three crystal phantom walls that Jin Tong had temporarily lent them, and said, "We will perform the ritual here and hide the "Spiritual Bixi" here."

"That's how it should be."

In the west of the city, a spirit cell shaped like an egg dropped a long, thin band of light onto the bodies of four dying demons.

The umbilical cord-like band of light bulged and contracted, sucking nutrients from the bodies. Soon, the four living bodies disappeared, their skin, bones, flesh and souls no longer existed, leaving only a pile of red and green paper clothes on the ground.

In the city, at the place where the yellow dragon fell, roars were heard frequently, explosions mixed together, and spiritual light was rippling and heavy. There was no telling how many evil spells there were.

"Water vapor!"

Ji Ming touched the turtle armor outside the skin and saw a layer of water droplets condensed on it.

"The dragon is walking on water?"

As soon as the thought came to mind, there was a loud bang in the evil cloud covering the top of the rock, and several stalactites fell heavily, piercing straight into the city, sinking several feet deep. At that moment, the evil monsters and demons who were besieging Huang Jiao stopped and looked up together.

After two or three breaths of silence, someone shouted, "Oh no! This spirit dragon is leaking the water in the Xiaodun Lake outside Mingyu Mountain!"

"boom!"

Along with heavy vibrations from the top, the stalactites in the evil cloud on the top rock fell like rain, one after another from a height of hundreds of feet, smashing the dust in the inner and outer cities.

"Don't be alarmed, everyone. He must have failed to clear all the caves and underground rivers above Xiaodun Lake and the Demon Palace, which is why the flood could not be released."

The yellow dragon in the city turned over, crushing several earthen houses, raised its four claws, grabbed Yun Feiju, and flew into the air again, carrying broken scales and dirty blood all over its body. It swung its tail and killed several monsters on the spot, and said to Ding Minjun: "Go, break the top of the rock."

The sharp sword light that was being suppressed by several demons suddenly shrank its edge, becoming as thin as a finger, and swimming like a frightened snake. It easily broke free from the encirclement and fled into the air.

It turned in the air, and three or four ghosts disappeared in the sword light. One or two demon birds were cut in half. More people had their magic weapons cut off, their hands and feet cut off, their chests and abdomens pierced, and they escaped with serious injuries.

"waste!"

Ji Ming muttered something, and a gust of wind came out of his mouth, blowing into the place where the battle was taking place. It swept past and instantly swept up several seriously injured monsters, adding some more "food" to the spirit cells of the gods.

The condensed sword light circled up in the air, about to reach the bottom of the demonic cloud. Any enemies that came to stop it were no match for it.

No matter how powerful the technique, how advanced the magic, or how evil the weapon, they will all be defeated by the slender sword that can be stretched and retracted at will, and can be turned fast and slow to the millimeter.

Although Ji Ming was happy to blow the wind and sweep people away in secret, his eyelids twitched when he saw Ding Minjun, who was one with the sword, dancing in the air, and killing dozens of demons in a row. He had fought with Ding Minjun before.

The sword light had entered the evil cloud, and the dark clouds suddenly disappeared as they were completely submerged. The uneven rock wall on top was like tofu and was easily broken under the sword light.

"Ha~"

Everything became quiet again, and the demons all looked up and exhaled deeply, as if this could help them calm down.

The flood was rushing and surging, and the rumbling sound seemed to be only separated from them by a thin layer. The monsters in the outer city had no time to care about Huang Jiao and wanted to escape to the outer city wall.

Ji Ming didn't move, he just kept looking up.

In his opinion, Huang Jiao and Ding Minjun fled not only to get rid of some evildoers in the outer city, but their real purpose was probably to get the "magic weapon - Silkworm Smoke Net" covering the magic palace in the inner city.

If one wants to break the magic weapon, one must rely on natural disasters such as the flooding of the dragon.

In the direction of the Palace of the Wrongly Dead, several figures were coming over. Among them, a sword light shot up into the clouds, accompanied by bursts of loud sounds of sea waves, causing the yellow dragon in the air to look sideways.

When Ji Ming heard the sound of the tide in the sword, he sighed inwardly, "Tingchaojian Tongmingzi, the leader who once caused trouble in the Demon Palace, the hidden swordsman in the South China Sea, has really been refined into an extraordinary person."

Although Tongmingzi was a hermit in the South China Sea, he was well-known and had many adventures in his life. The Tingchao Sword came from a Shuixian's villa. If his sect had not been so prosperous, it would have been made into a pill long ago. A few years ago, when they made a big fuss in the Demon Palace, they were able to break the "Jisha Wuming Formation" outside the palace. Apart from Madam Long's Sanzhen lover, it was Tongmingzi who contributed the most to the Tingchao Sword.

Sanzhen died, Tongmingzi was transformed into an extraordinary person, Ding Mingyu became a devil's concubine, Zen Master Benming of Baixiang Temple was poisoned and passed away. Only one lady in the cage escaped, thus starting this huge alliance between the positive and the negative.

Ji Ming thought about the cause and effect and couldn't help but sigh at the wonderful cycle of cause and effect.

Now, just by looking at Tongmingzi, one can know that these figures must be extraordinary people with profound Taoism in the palace. Even if they are not at the fourth level of Golden Elixir, they must be high-level dragon and tiger masters, and they are under the command of the second master.

According to Zhang Xinmei, most of the most core and most hidden alien cultivators in the palace voluntarily allowed themselves to be transformed into aliens.

No one knows their identities, and some of them are righteous people. Even when the Demon Palace was in turmoil a few years ago, they did not show up. To the Second Master, their identities are far more valuable than their practice.

Now that the crisis has really come, the second master has actually released them all to fight the enemy.

Ji Ming put away his spiritual energy, put his spiritual cells back on his body, and prepared to leave, but he saw a figure coming towards him.

This was a black-faced Taoist priest, riding on a fire rat. This was the same Taoist priest whom he had met by chance when he and Erjun were returning to Lanyinfang during the last secret mission.

Later, Ji Ming made some special inquiries and found out that this person came from the west of Hemingfang in Guhezhou and lived in Huozhu Mountain, 500 miles east of Tianyu Mountain. He called himself Huohuan Taoist. Although he was a wandering Taoist, his Taoist product "Fire Rat Cloth" was unique in southern China.

With this Taoist fortune alone, Taoist Huo Huan has amassed a huge fortune. What's even more rare is that he is generous and charitable, making friends with Taoists all over the country, and even has close friends and relatives on Mount Taiping.

"I bow my head!"

The black-faced Taoist rode a fire rat and flew into the air, making hand gestures on his chest.

The most difficult people in the world are those who have wealth, companions, Dharma and land.

If Tongmingzi was considered to have gained wealth from chance, then this Taoist Huohuan was considered to have gained wealth from Taoism and a companion to discuss Taoism with. His threat was even greater than that of Tongmingzi.

"Fellow Daoist Huo Huan, are you here to stop me?"

Ji Mingdao.

"No!"

The black-faced Taoist put down the fire rat, patted the rat's body and put it into his sleeve, then raised his hand and a golden light fell down, which was caught by Ji Ming. He took a closer look and found that what he caught was a golden and purple square brick.

"This is the Fire Bronze Elite."

“That’s right.” Taoist Huo Huan stroked his beard and said, “I originally wanted to use this elite to seek credit with the Palace Master and help him repair the eye of the formation on the North Peak, but I didn’t expect that the giant bronze on the peak was destroyed by outsiders. It’s really a matter of time and fate.

This gift to you will make your trip worthwhile."

As he was about to flee out of the city, Ji Ming immediately stopped him and said, "Wait a minute, isn't your friend being restricted by the master in this palace?"

Being stopped forcefully by Ji Ming, Taoist Huo Huan still had a kind smile on his face and said, "Daoyou, you are talking about the demon arm on our heads. This restriction is more restrictive for those who practice the Yuhua Sutra.

Those of us who have not practiced this method can get rid of it by using some tricks, and then we can recover after a few years of cultivation."

At this point, Taoist Huo Huan sighed bitterly, and said to Ji Ming with a heartfelt confession, "When I joined the palace, I saw that the elder master had the ambition to establish the Demon Exorcist Sect and become the founder of a sect. I never expected the change today.

If I can get away now, I can still save the situation. I beg you to forgive me and let me go."

"Okay!" Ji Ming weighed the big brick in his hand, and he knew clearly in his mind that this Taoist Huo Huan must have seen through his background, so he left behind such an important Fire Bronze Elite, otherwise he would not be so polite.

"You may go now, my friend. There may be a day for you to visit the temple someday."

"sure."

Taoist Huo Huan bowed slightly and went straight out of the city. He had no intention of staying there and was not afraid of any changes in the demon arm above his head. He walked in with a swagger.

(End of this chapter)