Wet viviparity

Chapter 435: Old Demon, Before the Lightning Attack
On the top of Gushan Mountain, between the clouds and rain, above the floating clouds there is a part of Lingnan, where one can see:
The wind and thunder are surging, and auspicious clouds are rising.

The rampant soldiers in the formation were blowing a dark wind, while the Taoists in front of the camp were circulating their true Qi.

The dense scales on the armor shine like the cold stars, and the gleaming white robe reflects the cold moon.

The dense scales on the armor shine like the cold stars, just like an iron curtain of collapsing clouds; the cold white robe freezes the cold moon, just like the black ice of a frozen sea.

The soldiers were lined up with spears and maces; the cinnabar talismans, the strong men, the Taoists urged them to use their magic. The strong bows, powerful crossbows, meteor arrows, magic swords and flags could capture people's souls.

In front of the rising clouds, three paths are running side by side.

Over there, the blade of the Yuan Blade was shining, and in front of the wall, the treasure was flowing like a stream, and in the middle, the demon general was holding a treasure bottle.

I saw the brilliant golden blade piercing through the fog, the heavy iron plate brushing against the clouds, and the beautiful precious pendant subduing the evil spirit, making the evil spirits flee and hide at the bottom of the ravine, and disbanding in desolate graves in fear.

In front of Tuwu Pass, there is the shade of Gushan Mountain.

The black-bearded Taoist priest Shen Yang felt as if he was sitting on wax, his shirt soaked with sweat. He looked from the dozens of acres of floating clouds pressing down from the top of the mountain, and then looked around.

In the left formation, there are demons from Xiatan leading their troops, in the right camp, there are people from Taiping Dao sitting and adjusting their Qi, in the front are the two kings of South China Sea, Water and Fire, Heguan Xuanjing, in addition to Wen Daoyu, Zhao Zhen of Nanhuang Tianteng Mountain and a group of other experts.

From the floating clouds in the sky, three figures were seen standing side by side, staring at them. On the left and right were Yuan Ren Zen Master of the Golden Sword Temple in Huangting Palace, Bao Qu Zhenren of Shuiqing Cave on Tianhe Peak of Taiping Mountain, and the one sitting in the middle was Lingxuzi, the demon general who killed the barbarians in Lingnan.

"You have returned to Lingnan."

Faced with such a camp brought by Lingxuzi, Taoist Shen Yang was unable to speak clearly.

"Ha~"

Ji Ming chuckled, pointed his fingers forward, and said, "Thank you for your concern. Now my body is relaxed and my spirit is clear. You can come to the mountain to defeat the demons."

Seeing Lingxuzi's frivolous tone, he knew that the other party had him in his grasp. He hated him very much, but he had to be intimidated by the current Lingnan lineup and had to show weakness to the enemy.

"Okay, I admit defeat."

Taoist Shen Yang under the treasure tower said to Xu Yanzi in a lamenting tone: "Since all the Lingnan people have come out in full force to help you, why do you have to be so cautious? With the two great immortals and Lingxuzi here, I will surrender without a fight."

Seeing the look of doubt in Xu Yanzi's eyes, Taoist Shen Yang realized something and blurted out, "Don't you know that this Lingnan group has already been sent outside Gushan, just waiting for the thunder to appear?"

Xu Yanzi lowered his head and said nothing. He indeed did not know that the Lingnan troops had already arrived. He thought that they were still waiting for his reply at the Lingnan battlefront.

It seems that they are sure that they cannot take Gushan, and will definitely send the envoy from Lingnan to ask for help. However, there is no need for them to lead a large number of elite troops. Even the Zhenren Baoqu who is stationed in Lingnan has been brought here.

In this way, Lingnan will be left empty all the way. If it is taken advantage of by the enemy, can Lingxuzi afford this responsibility?

Looking at the three figures standing side by side above the bright rays of light, it seemed that Master Yuanren and True Man Baoqu were both under the command of Lingxuzi. How did he do it and how did he make the two great masters obey his orders? Xu Yanzi was really curious and felt in awe at the same time.

"Brother!"

Xu Yanzi quickly calmed down, raised his hands and bowed, as if to show submission, and said: "The merging of the two routes in the southeast is a great event. The credit for destroying this blessed land and preventing a great catastrophe must go to Senior Brother."

"It's the timing and luck."

Ji Ming said softly, as if talking about himself, but also as if talking about Xu Yanzi.

He lowered his head to look at Xu Yanzi who was in the shade of the mountain. This man was the Taoist of Jiafeng, the disciple of Diaolong Weng, and had the bones of an immortal. He was also a master of dragon and tiger skills, but he did not expect that he was the first "last-rate Taoist general".

Some of the five generals in the north of the Lingnan Mountains may not be as capable or wise as Xu Yanzi, but now that group is on the rise and everyone has made achievements. It is just a matter of the size of their achievements. They are not like Xu Yanzi, who, even with achievements, seems to be doing nothing.

In the final analysis, it was not that Xu Yanzi did not work hard, or that this steady and cautious strategy was not good, but that others were better, more hardworking, and more enterprising.

Ji Ming's attention did not stay on Xu Yanzi for long. When he appeared in front of Gushan Tuwu Pass, it meant that Xu Yanzi had no choice at all. The merger of the two southeastern routes was imperative.

"Old devil!"

Ji Ming called out, paused for a breath or two, and then said bluntly: "Submit to the law, or die." Taoist Shen Yang's face turned blue and white. Being called old devil twice by this demon general, even a Buddha would be angry.

He thought that he had some face among the monks and demons in the mountain, so even when he listened to the Dharma from the Mother Wei De in Tianteng Mountain, he could have a seat. Since he became an elixir, he had never been treated with such humiliation.

"Hahaha!"

After laughing three times, Taoist Shen Yang suppressed his anger and pretended to swallow his pride. He said, "I know my sins, I know my sins. Demon, please watch me cast a spell to break through this Tuwu Pass to atone for my sins."

Without waiting for Lingxuzi on the pink cloud to respond, Taoist Shen Yang immediately activated the Seven-Shaped Poison Yuanbao Banner, determined to let Lingxuzi see his power.

Suddenly, evil lights burst out from the pagoda, just like oil paint on the water, staining the clear sky above the mountain.

The demons and ghosts on the mountain's yin side and the disciples of Pankui had no time to react at all. All who were illuminated by the treasure tower's oil paint were poisoned. Even the demons and ghosts were not immune. They were all dead within three breaths.

In Tuwu Pass, there is the governor of Panku Mountain.

When the Supervisor of Laws saw this, he realized that Taoist Shen Yang had broken his promise to guard the mountain, and he immediately took out the heart and blood talisman that Taoist Shen Yang had made in front of the Immortal Elder. There was a touch of deep red in the talisman, which was Taoist Shen Yang's heart blood.

This talisman could not only turn Taoist Shen Yang into ashes immediately, but at least vent his anger, causing the five energies in the Taoist's chest to immediately block one of their internal energies, greatly damaging his Taoist practice and making it difficult for him to make any further progress.

When the talisman was burned, Taoist Shen Yang did not react at all.

The old Taoist felt something about the Supervisor's behavior and sneered on his face. He thought that the idiot sent by Panku Mountain, with a few male prostitutes and beautiful maids, a few buckets of pearls and fine rice, and a few volumes of Taoist books and notes, was so foolish that he could only do half a thing. How could he be qualified to control a great Sanzhen?

He felt inside his sleeve and found the heart-blood talisman he had exchanged was still there, and he was certain.

Afterwards, he looked at Tuwuguan performing magic and using magic weapons, and whistled three times. The oil paint on the Seven-Shaped Poison Yuanbao Banner was scattered into seven strands, each of which rolled into a poisonous fire bead as big as a millstone. They were like falling fire from the sky, and they made the "wall" of Tuwuguan full of potholes.

"He's showing off his strength."

Nun Yuanren in Ji Ming's left hand gently stroked the leek-shaped golden knife on his knee and spoke with concentration.

On Ji Ming's right hand, Master Baoqu had already figured out the origin of the treasure tower. He became a little more serious and told Ji Ming about it.

“This tower is called the Seven-Shaped Poison Yuanbao Tower. It is inspired by the seven poisons in the world. These seven poisons must be of different species, and the chief poisoner must be a very poisonous spirit.

The lotus flame bead top of the tower is forged with the finest black iron and is forged as one with the tower pole, in order to allow the most poisonous spirit to take up residence on the tower and build its nest.

The banner cloth is made of the dirty hair of boys and girls. There are a total of 365 pieces. When weaving each piece, the brain blood of the boy or girl must be pricked and one word of "The Mantra of the Bardo" must be written. The total text has 365 words, which secretly matches the number of the Zhoutian. Then it is divided and combined to weave six sides in order to nourish the six poisons.

This treasure banner was first refined by a demon monk from the North Sea. It was originally a seven-auspicious poisonous colored treasure banner. Later, it spread to the Panku Mountain. The disciples contributed their wisdom and inspiration, and finally it became a magic weapon refining formula, which has been passed down to future generations since then. "

"Seven-Shaped Poison Yuanbao Tower!"

Ji Ming muttered to himself, and silently calculated in his heart: “This time I led my troops to Gushan in the east of the ridge, in fact, I calculated the opportunity for Jueguang and others in the north of the ridge to go to Wangzitan in Yixian Mountain to kill Master Teng.

Regardless of whether this major event succeeds or not, there will definitely be chaos in the Five Poisons Blessed Land.

I can only take advantage of this opportunity, while Pan Ku and his men are too busy to take care of other things, to set up a maze from the Lingnan front, draw out all the elite troops, and send them in full force to facilitate the merger of the two southeastern routes.

Then they can quickly march into the blessed land, gather two elite forces and attack Huanglong directly, and capture the remains of the Poison Hook King in the Shanhe Palace on Chaogou Mountain in one fell swoop.

This matter must be dealt with as quickly as possible. The so-called "maze" in Lingnan is nothing more than scattered Yin troops, a few Taoist groups, and some confusing tricks. It will not last long."

Ji Ming made up his mind, and then looked at the old demon Shen Yang who was showing off his skills in front of him. He wiped away the slight fear that had arisen in his heart about the seven-shaped poisonous ingot banners, and said loudly to his people: "This demon is full of evil karma, greedy and murderous, and is hindering the great cause of eliminating demons in Taiping Mountain.

This fatal disaster has arrived, all the soldiers from all sects should quickly kill this demon. "

"How dare you, Shuzi!"

Shen Yang saw the dozens of acres of floating clouds, which looked like a corner of the sky pressing down, and he shouted in shock and fear.

(End of this chapter)