Wet viviparity

Chapter 446: Stone Cell, Analysis of the Remaining Spirit
The land of Mount Gui.

The cauldron buried in the ground was filled with corpse-dissolving water. The water was turbid and acid bubbles were rolling. Ji Ming sat in front of the cauldron, circulated Qi and performed rituals, and released the corpse of the Poison Hook King from the relic bottle bit by bit, to be dissolved by the corpse water.

The relic bottle was hung upside down on the tripod, with the mouth of the bottle facing the surging corpse-dissolving water, and the remains were released bit by bit.

The Poison Hook King has been dead for hundreds of years, but his remaining corpse is still as hard as divine iron, worthy of being a thousand-year-old monster. If it weren't for the water refining method that specifically targets corpses, it would be difficult to dissolve it in a short time with ordinary methods.

For Ji Ming now, he has to rush to report to the government office and summon the Divine Scorpion Pearl as soon as possible.

Therefore, he would dissolve the remains in Mount Yan and extract the remaining spirit of the Poison Hook King. Then he would go west, pass the main road of the Southern Wilderness and return to Mount Yanxu. The Second Lord there should have already set up the altar for him to cast spells, so he could save a lot of time.

In order to save time and improve efficiency, Ji Ming released all the remains and hung them on the tripod.

Then he used his magic to stir the corpse-dissolving water in the cauldron, causing the water to turn into mist that floats up and wraps up the remains on the cauldron.

The surface of the skeleton began to sizzle, and drops of corpse fluid fell into the cauldron, causing the corpse water to boil even more, like hot oil dripping into a large pot.

The other parts of the remains all dissolved very quickly, except for the scorpion tail. Even though it was immersed in the cauldron, it dissolved slowly. Ji Ming deduced that this tail must have been used by the Poison Hook King to practice magic during his lifetime, and the most energy was consumed on the tail.

Ji Ming slapped his head, revealing a magic talisman, and borrowed the magic power of the Three-Life Old Star God.

Since his own heavenly punishment has been concealed by the ancestors of Taiping Mountain, there is no need to be afraid of the old star god. He can safely borrow the magic to speed up the dissolution of the remains.

When the poison hook on the remains dissolved, Ji Ming threw a number of ghost fire talismans into the cauldron. A huge fire instantly ignited in the cauldron, surging but without a trace of heat. The ignited corpse-dissolving water caused "insects" to turn out one after another.

These "insects" are the remnant spirits of the Poison Hook King. After their remains were dissolved by corpse-dissolving water and refined by ghost fire, they finally separated out bit by bit.

This is the most crucial step. With these residual spirits as a guide, Ji Ming can call back the thousand-year-old inner elixir of the Poison Hook King that was refined into the Divine Scorpion Pearl, reincarnate as the second soul, and live a new life.

In the bag, the soul-fixing stake that had been prepared long ago was placed next to the tripod.

One after another, the soul-searching Yin Talismans were sent out to search for the remaining soul in the cauldron. Ji Ming secretly admired his own ingenuity. Who could have thought that the Yin Talismans that searched people's souls could be used here to collect the remaining soul. This was in line with the purpose of magic and the principle of one mind.

Those "insects" flew out from the water and fire, and were all sucked into the soul-fixing stakes by the pull of several soul-searching talismans.

Gradually, the remaining spirits gathered together, and a giant purple scorpion appeared faintly on the pole, with its tail truncated and its pincers wagging, as if it had regained some of the demeanor of the demon overlord that the Poison Hook King had been in his lifetime.

"It's done!"

In front of the grayish-white ghost fire shining inside the cauldron, Ji Ming's face turned pale, and the sweat stains on his face reflected an oily white light.

He raised the relic bottle and carefully placed the soul-fixing stake into the bottle, sealing it tightly with the golden light of the relic in the bottle. He then removed the banners around it that blocked out the outside world from seeing. His master Fei Huzi had been waiting for a long time.

"master!"

Ji Ming shouted, looking a little tired.

"Disciple."

Seeing that Ji Ming had finished his work, Fei Huzi picked up the medicine gourd at his waist and poured out a pill.

"This is what I received when I was listening to the teachings of the Blue-eyed Fox Milk in the Heavenly Fox Temple. I have kept it with me all this time. It can keep your essence, energy, and spirit strong. It is most suitable for you to take at this critical moment. You can take it first, in case you need it."

Ji Ming took the pill, put it under his nose, sniffed it, and said with a smile: "Good medicine, Master, you can really get along well anywhere."

After saying that, he swallowed it into his mouth and down his stomach.

Seeing that Ji Ming still had the heart to make fun of him at this critical moment, Fei Huzi couldn't help but relax a little and said, "As for the matter of Master Taihe, I have come up with a plan. There is at least a 70% chance of success in giving him retribution."

"Oh!" Ji Ming was secretly surprised, frowned, and said: "Master is a zombie, there is no need to take risks for me."

"Don't worry, I know what you are worried about." Fei Huzi patted Ji Ming on the shoulder, stroked his beard and said, "The small blessed land in the temple was moved here by the immortal Zi Ming with his great magic power. Now it is on the verge of decline. It is the right time to use it to set up a trap."

Ji Ming was so smart that he understood everything immediately and his brows relaxed.

"Master is very courageous. This is a desperate attempt to survive. If the small blessed land is destroyed because of Master Taihe, then even Dragon Diao Weng cannot escape responsibility."

"More than that!"

Taoist Fei Hu had hatred in his eyes and said, "Dragon Diao Weng can achieve what he has today, all thanks to the fate of learning Taoism from Immortal Ziming in his early years. If my disciples now destroy this blessed land, and Immortal Ziming finds out about it, how can I, Dragon Diao Weng, stand in this world with dignity?

Think about it, that small blessed land was a gift from the Immortal Ziming when our Heshan Patriarch established the temple. It is the brotherly love that the Immortal Ziming expressed to his younger brother, the Heshan Patriarch.

Now that the master has passed away, this small blessed land is one of the few things that Immortal Ziming has in mind."

Ji Ming gave a thumbs up and praised: "This ginger is still spicy when it is old!"

Fei Huzi glanced at Ji Ming's thumbs up. Although he could guess that this gesture was meant to praise him, he felt that the praise was so harsh when he heard Ji Ming's words. He said, "Don't tease me. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have come up with such a bad idea.

But Master Taihe was disrespectful to his elders, so he deserves this retribution."

Ji Ming put away his thumb and said, "I am not joking. I have only learned the basics of your skills. I will need to ask for your advice in the future."

“This is not the right way.”

Fei Huzi's face became serious, and he said seriously: "You are a person of the righteous path, always walking in the sunshine, you must do that face, even if you are wronged, you must endure it for the time being. The dirty things under the face here will be done by the master. Anyway, the master has cultivated the corpse way, so it doesn't matter how dirty it is."

Ji Ming opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, under the gaze of his master, he could only say "yes".

On the Mount Xu, the master and the disciple had a deep talk, exchanging information and ideas. They both agreed that the opponent should be controlled with silence. This contest was not about the depth of one's skills, but about who could exhaust his patience first.

Yanxu Mountain, Yuping Peak, deep in the white clouds, in front of Shushi Cave.

"Where is that boy Ruyi Tong?"

Ji Ming walked into the cave, wondering.

Ever since his last battle with the ghost widow Luo Xinxin at Yanxu Mountain, this kid turned a disaster into a blessing and achieved minor success in his Shiwan magic. Since then, he has been running wild all over the mountains and has been nowhere to be seen all day long.

"Master, I'll go find him."

Qian Geng who was brought back together said.

"No, you and the Echo Ghost will guard the cave together."

Ji Ming gently lifted the relic bottle, and the echo ghost that had converted the scorpion ghost of the Mountain and River Palace flew out of the bottle.

The echo ghost still transformed into a novice monk, sitting cross-legged on the back of the scorpion ghost, with his palms raised and a faint smile, like a great monk. Qian Geng stood beside him, like an evil ghost Vajra protecting the echo ghost.

Entering the cave and the small temple, Ji Ming's eyes were immediately fixed on the mirage dragon's stone cell which had turned a thin layer of gray.

"Mirage Dragon, it's a good pregnancy."

Ji Ming picked up the stone cell, gently wiped off the thin layer of dust on it, and said, "Success or failure depends on this one move."

(End of this chapter)