Wet viviparity

Chapter 609: Bright Film, Strange Mural

There is bipolar true magnetic energy in the relic magnetic bottle, and all metal items will be attracted to it. It is most suitable to use it to pick up bargains here.

Of course, this relic magnetic bottle also has limitations, because not all magic tools are refined with the addition of metal objects, and thus attracted by it. However, for Ji Ming, it is a great fortune to be able to pick up a bargain, so there is no need to worry about anything else.

In front of the wall painting of dragons and rain, Ji Ming quietly admired the painting.

Gunlong, or should we say Gunbo of the Yuanhuang period, or Gun, the Prince of Donghai, must have been a powerful figure in the Yuanhuang period.

After countless years, this mural is still not faded.

There was a huge dragon with yellow scales on it, facing him on the wall. The dragon had a long neck and half-closed eyes, looking like a Buddha or a god. What caught Ji Ming's attention was that there was a pair of colorful winged hands hanging on both sides of its neck.

In the painting, the winged hands are clasped in front of them, making hand gestures.

Under the dragon's body are thunder, lightning, clouds and fog protecting it, which is extremely magical.

There is also a poem on the side of the mural: Yinglong emerges from the abyss, ascends to the sky. It swiftly fills the universe, raining down all things. It is stored in the void, and merges with the primordial energy. Its magical changes are unpredictable, and we know the ultimate yang essence.

"Prince Gunlong is Yinglong?"

Ji Ming reached out and touched the mural, feeling confused.

In the ancient books of Taiping Mountain, Yinglong was an auspicious beast appointed by God. According to legend, he once presented the most precious treasure [The River Map] to God. Now, this wall painting of a dragon spreading rain is clearly revealing a secret to Ji Ming: Yinglong is Prince Gunlong.

No, Gunlong’s father, the Huanglong Immortal who was taught by King Huang himself, might also have the image of a winged dragon. Then who among this father and son presented the River Map to heaven? Was it Yinglong who was appointed by heaven?

Ji Ming scanned the painting inch by inch, hoping to discover and decipher more secrets.

In the world of spiritual practice, the higher you go, the more you need to have the heart of a historian, good at discovering everything from the past. These will be the nourishment for growth and progress, and can also be said to be the guarantee for your survival.

After making sure that he could not interpret any more information, Ji Ming raised the magnetic bottle of relics in front of the mural. When he raised it over the dragon eyes of Prince Gunlong, the magnetic bottle suddenly trembled. He knew that the treasure was hidden inside the dragon eyes.

Ji Ming carefully held the relic magnetic bottle in front of the dragon's eyes, and gradually activated the true magnetic energy in the bottle to attract the treasure in the eyes.

Gradually, a pair of dragon eyes began to flash, a very faint light that would not be noticed without careful attention. Ji Ming's heart was pounding and he continued to activate the magnetic bottle, but it seemed that making the dragon eyes flash twice was already the limit.

Ji Ming took the bottle back and extended his spiritual power towards the dragon's eyes. The next moment his vision changed and he saw his own body.

That's right, his vision came to the dragon on the mural, and the direction he was looking in was projected from the mural. When his eyes were focused on his own body, he could see any tiny place. Looking into the hall, he could also see very far away.

Ji Ming withdrew his soul from the mural and regained his vision.

He stretched out his hand and wiped the dragon's eyes. A layer of transparent membrane on the eye was wiped off, half the size of an egg shell. Ji Ming attached this pair of "Gunjingming membrane" to his own eyeballs. The membrane shrank and stuck to it as the eyes changed.

He blinked and held out his hand.

The fingerprints on the six fingers of this pair of palms are clearly visible. In the past, he had to mobilize his true Qi to nourish his eyes and temporarily develop the Dharma Eye in order to have such vision.

He turned around, and based on the Gunjingming Membrane, he used his Dharma Eye to see all the corners of the hall at once, even the tiny cracks on the wall.

When he cast his gaze towards the crystal path in the courtyard, he could see shining crystal light and brilliant rays of light, with jade trees and exotic flowers dotted among them. Several disciples of the True Spirit Sect were wandering there.

Then, he opened his mouth and blew, and a pair of flying cranes transformed by magic were blown out and flew gracefully in the hall.

When Ji Ming looked at the pair of flying cranes, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and the joy on his face faded a little. This Gunjingming Membrane was somewhat interesting, but... that's all. It couldn't even see through this small illusion.

"It looks like we found a small loophole this time."

Ji Ming thought to himself. When he turned around, he suddenly stood there for three breaths.

It was gone. The Gunlongbuyu Wall Painting was gone, vanishing like a ghost, and Ji Ming, who was at the fourth level of the Golden Core Realm, was completely unaware of it. The next moment, as if in response to stress, he rubbed his eyes fiercely with his two fingers, trying to remove the Gunjingming Membrane.

"hiss."

He took a breath and almost wiped his eyes off.

The pair of membranes around his eyes were also gone, but they did not disappear. Instead, they merged with his eyes. Ji Ming's heart sank, knowing that he had been tricked. He didn't know who had done this "dirty trick" and what impact it would have.

He made up his mind and without much hesitation, he bent two fingers, raised them again, pressed them against the eyeballs, and ruthlessly dug them out, gouging out both eyeballs. The pain of gouging out his eyes made him clench his teeth tightly.

The true Qi flowed along the fingers and wrapped around the two eyeballs.

His other hand was still holding the magnetic relic bottle steadily, and a box and two talismans flew out of the bottle.

The box was a Shi Ling box, which could seal away all life. When the box was opened, Ji Ming's eyes were taken into it and sealed intact.

The talisman is a talisman for preserving life and blood, a secret talisman refined by the Kuangshan Xinglin lineage. It is generally used to preserve the vitality of wounds such as broken arms and heads, so that the wounds will not heal for a long time and will remain in the same state as before the wound, so that treatment and recovery can be carried out at any time.

The preciousness of this talisman is even higher than the Huangting Palace's Skin Regenerating Ointment. It is a rare talisman that can only be purchased by the Immortals in Taiping Mountain. Its price is not high, and only a symbolic payment of 10,000 talisman coins is required. It is a benefit for the Immortals in Taiping Mountain.

Once the two talismans were burned, they turned into two rays of water, moistening the eyelids.

Ji Ming stretched out his hand and touched his heart, drawing out the two ancestral mirage auras from Dao Zang Huan Hai Fu Chen's heart. He rubbed them gently in his palms, forming them into two eyeballs, and stuffed them into the eye sockets to temporarily serve as his own eyes.

He looked at the pair of eyeballs in the box, and his expression changed several times.

Whether the result of the Jingming membrane turning into the eye is good or bad is not Ji Ming's primary concern. What he cares most about is his control over his own body.

"eccentric."

Ji Ming stood in front of the blank wall, as if the mural just now was just an illusion.

He put away the Shi Ling box, knowing that now was not the time to study it. He had to wait until the treasure hunt in Guangyuan Water Palace was over and then return to the Qingyang Taoist temple to study every subtle change in this pair of eyes.

Gouging out his eyes did not affect his treasure hunting mood.

With his current level of cultivation, as long as his soul is not damaged, even if his head falls off, he will not die for a while. Moreover, he has done a series of procedures and can reattach his eyes at any time.

Flying all the way, he arrived at the courtyard.

This place is even more vast, as if you have come to a strange place. There are countless pearls on the dome, arranged in order according to some kind of numerology. There is a sun on the left and a moon on the right, the sun and the moon shine together.

In front of us, there is a crystal path, as wide as a river, sparkling and shining, with strange light bursting out, with jade trees, stone flowers, golden bamboos and silver pines, all growing in it.

Jiang Hubiao and others were cutting bamboo and pine trees. They were all wielding jade-handled axes and chopping them with clanging sounds. They looked very strenuous. When Ji Ming arrived, Jiang Hubiao and others obviously flinched.

Ji Ming took a look at the golden bamboo and silver pine they were chopping down. They were indeed excellent materials for refining weapons and were indeed difficult to cut.

"Master Lingxu!"

Among the three men and two women, Jiang, who had always been invisible, was the only one who took the initiative to come forward and negotiate with him.

(End of this chapter)