Wet viviparity

Chapter 745 Throwing the Treasury, Right and Wrong Laws
Black Owl felt a chill run down his spine, but his face remained calm. He bowed and said, "So it's you, senior. You laid out the ladder and led the way, opening the door to convenience and making it clear that those who enter the mountain can explore for treasure and take it for themselves. I was fortunate enough to obtain this 'Shuhan Residence,' which is also due to fate. How can you say it was 'stealing'?"
"Senior, why are you blocking our way like this? Could it be that everything you said before was just a mockery of the masses?"

As he spoke, the basket in his hand dissolved, and the two streams of energy meandered in the air, like black snakes emerging from their holes, burrowing into the thick, viscous powdery air around him. Like a cold needle breaking through glue, it quietly opened a crack, but the crack closed up in an instant.

"The difference in their cultivation levels is too great."

Black Owl thought to himself.

"fart!"

Ma Ling suppressed his anger, his golden eyes flashing even more fiercely, "You know I'm not talking about that Shuhan Residence. The treasures in that Bihan Pool are not for you to touch. Don't think you have some kind of destiny. Lao Tzu's words are destiny."

Leave your treasure behind, get out of Ziding Mountain, and I'll pretend this never happened.

As Black Owl pondered how to reply, Ma Ling, devoid of any martial virtue, raised his arm and swooped down like an eagle. Behind him, the phantom of a peach tree moved in response, with two branches as thick as giant pythons, one on the left and one on the right, like two poisonous dragons swooping down.

Before the branches even arrived, the terrifying wind pressure had already caused the protective divine light to fluctuate violently, making the clothes flutter loudly.

"Since the senior is being unreasonable, the junior can only protect himself!"

Black Owl knew very well that fighting him was futile, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, so he did not seek to resist, but only to escape as quickly as possible.

Fortunately, he had the Purple Hemp Light-Stabilizing Barrier protecting his body; otherwise, his physical body would probably have been torn to shreds by Ma Ling in a single exchange.

With a flick of the wrist, the icy blue and warm "Shuhan Residence," hidden in the sleeve of the precious fur coat, was thrown out. The terrifying roar of a moving glacier seemed to echo through the mountains. A point of icy blue light suddenly burst forth in front of him, growing larger in the wind. In an instant, a colossal object descended from the sky.

The eaves and brackets were carved from ice that had never melted for thousands of years, crystal clear and dazzling with cold light.

The pillars of the corridor are as thick as those of a palace, with ice patterns and frost flowers on them like dragons and snakes coiling around them, exuding a solemn aura.

As soon as the entire spiritual palace appeared, the terrifying force field caused by its own weight made the surrounding void groan under its unbearable pressure. The rolling sea of ​​clouds below was instantly flattened and solidified by the invisible pressure, turning into a smooth, mirror-like ice field.

The two peach branches that were strangling towards him were still ten feet away from his spiritual abode when they were violently struck by the overwhelming force field, cracking with a crisp sound and exploding into wood chips everywhere.

"This is...the Spirit Mansion?!" Ma Ling's golden eyes bulged out as she was caught off guard and rushed to defend herself.

"Boom!"

The impact sound was so dull it was like two giant mountains colliding.

The violent shockwave exploded in a ring, completely tearing apart the hundred-mile-long sea of ​​clouds. At one corner of the Spirit Palace, where it collided with Ma Ling, jade ice flew everywhere, leaving two deep pits with cracks spreading. However, the momentum of the entire Spirit Palace's attack only paused slightly.

The moment Ma Ling's arms touched a corner of his spiritual acupoint, a chilling cracking sound rang out.

He had already attained the human realm many years ago, and this Dharma body transformed from his physical body was a Taoist embryonic spirit that he had painstakingly cultivated.

Because the highest level of merit requires both physical form and spiritual perfection, although he has become a human and has a human body, he has never abandoned his white ape body. However, he is worried that this demonic body will attract criticism from the immortals and be seen as having the heart of a demon who has been trying to become a saint. Therefore, he usually only travels and fights as a fetal spirit.

Furthermore, if the physical body is placed in the mountains, the spirit can roam freely in the human world, and even if the matter is exposed, there is still room for maneuver.

However, even without the aid of his demonic body, the profound power within his fetal spirit was enough to shake mountains, but under the immense weight of Shuhan Residence, it seemed insufficient and difficult to withstand for long.

His arms, which were supporting his spirit abode, had blossomed like two flower stamens bursting open. His body, like an insect struck by a pillar of heaven, was slammed down into the Ziding Mountain range below by the enormous mass. With a rumble, half of a mountain peak hundreds of feet high was smashed by Ma Ling's falling body.

Smoke and dust mixed with ice chips and gravel shot into the sky, while the Black Owl had already slipped out of the doorway amidst the dust and ash. The Shuhan Residence quickly retreated, hovering behind it.

Black Owl cursed inwardly, "That damned monkey, how can he be so tough? He even chipped a hole in this Shuhan Residence. I don't have the ability to repair it completely."

After passing through the gate, Black Owl still felt a pang of pain in his heart, but he still breathed a sigh of relief. Even as a true immortal, he had never faced such a threat. Without exaggeration, Ma Ling was already a quasi-immortal.

Below the collapsed peak, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

From the ruins of the mountain came a soft cough and the sound of rubble rolling down. Ma Ling, whose body was half buried under the boulder, had already recovered his arms. His physical body was not made of flesh and blood, so he could heal himself without even needing magical ointments or pills to regenerate blood and flesh.

It stared intently at the door, its eyes burning with venomous resentment.

He viewed ordinary mortals as ants and used the ladder of immortality to determine their fate. Unexpectedly, one of the ants turned out to be somewhat troublesome. Moreover, when he saw the ant escape through the door, he felt that the other party had already gone into the sea and could not be caught again.

Ma Ling did not rush to capture his opponent again. He knew that his inspiration was not without reason and that he could not underestimate it. He had to make a decisive move like a lion hunting a rabbit.

“In that case, it’s time to collect that ‘reward’.” He carefully took out a perfectly round poison pill from his pocket; the pill looked like a shelled quail egg.

Above the misty egg membrane, a small shadow can be seen in the egg liquid. It is about the size of a date pit, reddish-black, and has a very strange shape. It has horns, wings, scales, and a tail, resembling neither a beast nor a bird.

This elixir was given by a star official. In the star official's words, the process of refining this elixir was as follows:
The poisonous demon's saliva, the ruthless monster's spirit in the underworld.

They gathered in a pool of putrid miasma, soaking for three years.

Only after being steamed and sun-dried three times can its demonic nature be revealed.

A thousand souls are consumed by one nature, and that one nature contains ten kinds of anger.

Ten angers enter the elixir cauldron, nine cycles of purification are performed again.

When the elixir was completed, one's mind and spirit became clouded, and the exotic fragrance captivated one's body and soul.

"disease!"

Ma Ling grinned, revealing his white teeth, and uttered a single word. The poison pill dissipated into a wisp of smoke, within which faint red and black shadows floated.

In an instant, the smoke drifted out of the door, passed through layers of clouds, and passed through the protective divine light surrounding the black owl without any hindrance, entering his body.

"As expected, this is a pill refined by a star official. I found the protective divine light troublesome, but this pill's energy is negligible."

Ma Ling was secretly pleased.

Black Owl was completely unaware that the smoke had entered his body, nor could he deduce that it was related to the substance. When the substance turned into smoke and entered his body, Black Owl felt as if a demonic voice was chanting in his ears, causing him to experience tinnitus, chest tightness, and headache. Before long, blood was flowing from his eyes, foam was spitting from his mouth, and his whole body was in pain and numbness.

"Om, Beshuawana ye, Svaha!"

He chanted the Dharani mantra, and a white lion with a green mane appeared within his primordial spirit, performing the Little Heavenly Dragon Chant to resist the demonic sounds in his mind.

"The demonic sound arose from my heart, not from external forces. Could this be the voice of the Pleiades Star Lord?" Just as Black Owl had this thought, a blizzard began to fall, the temperature plummeted, and Ma Ling's strange cacophony filled the air with the wind and snow.

"Those who fight against me are all high-level demons who have accumulated the five elements. For you to make me exert all my strength is quite remarkable."

After saying that, the wind and snow stopped and surged around Black Owl's body, instantly condensing into thick ice crystals on the divine light around him. The cold power sprouted on the divine light and stubbornly squeezed in, inch by inch.

One after another, cultivators flew out from the portal.

On the back of a monstrous bird, Jiang Zheng, his companions, and Jiang Hubiao were all there.

Upon seeing the scene in the wind and snow, Jiang Hubiao was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, but dared not show his face. He said, "Brother Xiao must have obtained an extraordinary opportunity in the mountains, which is why this old monster has his eye on him. We cannot stand idly by."

Jiang Zheng remained silent.

Many people, including him, had witnessed the brief battle near the mountain gate. The battle that left a "scar" on Ziding Mountain had deeply shocked everyone.

Even now, he still feels lingering fear.

Jiang Zheng worriedly thought, "He must have obtained a rare treasure, at least a magic weapon. If this continues, won't he demand my precious gourd back one day?"

"Senior Brother Hu Biao."

On the back of the demonic bird, Zheng Shaorong, a Taoist from the True Spirit Sect and Jiang Zheng's companion on this trip, spoke up: "Since the Shadow Message Talisman has been sent out, the sect must have sensed it. If one of the six auspicious ones in the sect can take action, this crisis may be resolved."

"Senior brother."

On the other side, the Hanshan Taoist, who was watching the battle, said to Master Huangsang: "This demon is extremely ferocious and has profound Taoist cultivation. However, by using the fetal spirit that has escaped from the Purple Palace to perform the wonderful function of the Five Elements' positive and negative forces, it transformed into a great wind and snow outside, thus sealing the magic treasure on that boy's body."

If we make a move, we'll create a formidable enemy, and the sect will surely reprimand us for causing trouble in the future.

"Heh!" Master Huangsang chuckled noncommittally. He knew perfectly well that his junior brother Hanshan was trying to provoke him, but he made no comment. He simply sat there and watched Ma Ling do his thing, showing no intention of intervening.

(End of this chapter)