Wet viviparity

Chapter 785 Kneading the Mountain, Nightmare in the Heart
The mountain wind howled, sweeping over the exposed, rugged rocks deep in the valleys of Heshan, carrying with it a pungent, earthy smell.

The rock walls here are as if cleaved by a knife and axe, and the rock body shows no warmth under the pale sun. In the shadows at the bottom of the depression, there is a dark cave entrance, like a wound in this sacred mountain.

One by one, hemp banners were planted around the hollow, their surfaces fluttering with the viscous deathly aura inside the cave. Then, the incantation on the banners was activated, forcing the deathly aura back into the cave.

Inside the cave, figures wriggled. One, two, a total of thirteen figures, stiffly lined up in two rows, taking silent, corpse-like steps, slowly pacing between the eerie, flickering candlelight.

They varied in height, all wrapped in identical, short, red cloth shirts. Their faces were ashen, like paper money, with skin clinging to their cheekbones. Their eye sockets were sunken deep, their lips were dry and bluish, and their bodies were covered with a sparse layer of fine, downy hair, all of them a uniform, dark green.

"Lord Shande, everything is arranged."

A Taoist priest spoke softly beneath the altar.

"Thank you for your hard work, Minghui."

On the altar, the benevolent rat four raised its drooping head and smiled at the Taoist below the altar.

"I dare not. Lord Shande is selfless and impartial. I have only done my bit. How could I dare to say that I have worked hard?"

"Okay, stop being so fussy."

A man covered in thick green hair interrupted Minghui, saying, "Minghui, this is not a polite occasion. Our timing must be perfect, not a fraction off."

Outside the altar, on both sides, there are two figures, one sitting on water and the other standing on fire.

One of the men standing by the fire shouted, "You, as the master, have been hiding in Xishan practicing magic for decades and haven't come back to see your disciple for decades. Now that we meet, you're all stern and imposing. I'm a master myself, and I really can't stand your attitude."

“You two gentlemen have great achievements in their fields, how can I, a person who willingly debases myself, compare to you?”

Having entered Jiangpu Xishan, abandoning the Dao and embracing the demonic path, I sever my master-disciple relationship with this Daoist Minghui. From now on, his honor and disgrace will have nothing to do with me. I hope that you two will be careful with your words when you are out in public, lest I, a despicable person, tarnish his name.”

The person standing by the fire was about to speak when the person sitting by the water awoke from his meditation, immediately shut his mouth, and became serious.

"coming."

"Sitting by the water, Lin Shuijun said in a deep voice."

In an instant, everyone inside the cave held their breath and stared intently.

"Lord Shande, it's up to you to do the deed now."

"Haha, it's my duty."

The rat on the altar gave a carefree laugh, then pointed at the golden casket inside the altar, and immediately billowing yellow smoke billowed out.

"Xuan Jing".

Lin Shuijun shouted.

Upon hearing the call, the green-haired man unfurled a white linen banner, about a foot long.

The banner was filthy, with large patches of dark brown, dried bloodstains showing through. As soon as it was unfurled, through the gaps in the talismans within the bloodstains, one by one naked male and female demons stood upside down, their limbs twisted, in agony and frenzy.

His throat bobbed, and he made a low "shh...shh..." sound.

Behind him, thirteen crimson-clad, hairy zombies emitted blood-ink-like spiritual energy from every pore, which poured into the thick yellow smoke of the golden casket, mixing with the blood-orange color. The casket door opened wide, and a withered golden figure emerged cross-legged.

It inhaled and exhaled large gulps of blood-orange smoke, its golden body subtly growing a few inches larger, its shriveled belly and thin arms becoming slightly fuller.

Rat Four stretched out a hand, poured out a few pills, and swallowed them.

He said to the Fire-Receiving Lord, "You old codger, haven't you always been curious about how much good karma I've accumulated? Today I'll show you whether all this good karma I have can curse and kill an old demon."

Lord Jiehuo admired Rat Four's audacity in using the Golden Chest Sacrifice Technique, which, besides being detrimental to one's virtue, also brought many misfortunes.

Although Rat Four has the corpses and blood of these hairy zombies to offer sacrifices to the Golden Chest and share the misfortune, the target of the curse is the Hundred Birds Supreme Being. In terms of the Hundred Birds Supreme Being's foundation, he is a small group of people below the level of immortals. This misfortune is even more terrifying, and no one is willing to try it.

“Act within your ability.”

Seeing the determination in Shu Si's eyes, Lin Shuijun said, "Senior Brother Lingxu has already discussed with you the specific amount of Yin Virtue to be consumed, which should be kept at around six thousand. Just follow the plan."

Rat Four did not reply, but took out a talisman and handed it to the golden man. The talisman, which recorded the true names of the hundred birds, was written on it.

As the rat chanted incantations, the talisman in the golden man's hand ignited, and with a "whoosh," the flames engulfed the golden body, burning fiercely.

Rat Four was certain that this 'burning golden man' was a scene never before seen in the Golden Chest Sacrifice Technique. Neither the master nor the previous owner of this treasure, Bai Caozi, had ever mentioned such a situation, presumably because the target of his curse had far exceeded the norm. "Ding Yuanzi has already led him to the lonely cliff."

Lin Shuijun sensed the formation mechanism within the Three-Six Number Killing Small Universe Formation Diagram.

"That person has passed by."

Jie Huojun, who was also sensing the formation, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration upon seeing the situation on the peak: "As expected of the most senior and accomplished master on Jia Peak, this transformation technique is hard to find any flaws. Moreover, he can use the magic shuttle of Lengcui Mountain with ease even though he has just mastered it. It seems that he has been immersed in the transformation of demonic tools in unorthodox sects for many years."

"He shouldn't walk; a limp is hard to change."

Lin Shuijun's face turned grim. He hurriedly said to the four rats on the altar, "The Hundred Birds Immortal will surely react quickly and see through his disguise. We cannot wait any longer for him to lose his composure. Quickly activate the Nightmare Treasure."

The rat's lips moved rapidly, the incantation rolling between its teeth, becoming sharp and piercing. The fire on the golden man's body burned even brighter, and the fur-covered zombies outside the altar were uncontrollably drained of their blood, which was poured onto the fire as if oil were being poured into it.

"Ho-!"

On the lonely cliff, outside the hut, a mournful and eerie howl tore through the deathly silence, and the eyes of the Hundred Birds Immortals bulged out of their sockets.

Baiqin Shangzhen stared at the "Cold Green Mountain" in front of him, took a deep breath, and spat out six clay puppets. These clay puppets were exactly the same as Baiqin Shangzhen. "Are they familiar? They are puppets made of substitute ghosts, specially made to prevent nightmare spells. Taiping Mountain also has a record of the refining method for this item."

"Now, bring on whatever tricks you have up your sleeve. I've abstained from human flesh and meat for a long time, but today I'll make an exception."

Having said that, a cruel smile appeared on his lips. He raised his hand, which was longer than his knee, and with a slight twitch of his palm, he made a grasping motion forward. "In my battles, I never use any prelude of testing; I always go all out. So watch carefully, watch attentively. This is the last wonderful sight you will see."

"The Mountain-Kneading Method!"

The moment Lengcui Mountain's lips moved, everything on the peaks suddenly froze.

The stone edges swayed, the clouds trembled, the mountains and forests bowed, and the waterfalls cascaded in circles. All shapes and forms were gently enveloped and slowly kneaded by an indescribable force.

But the suspended rock on the peak was gently gathered and slowly twisted, the dark mountain body twisted and folded like dough, and the dark streams and rivers were wrapped and kneaded into it like silver threads. The green forests, rocky bones, and flying springs... all kinds of shapes and colors, and all kinds of strength and gentleness, were gathered and squeezed by the five fingers that were loosely clenched.

The beasts and monsters on the mountain, including wolves, insects, tigers, leopards, sheep, deer, roe deer, and foxes, didn't even have time to react before their force passed over them, turning into a cinnabar color that blended into the other myriad shapes and colors.

Inside the reed hut, bright light shone everywhere, and the sound of Zen chants echoed.

Twelve animal-shaped glass lamps, including those of rats, oxen, horses, and rabbits, flew out, spreading light to cover the reed awning and slightly reducing the force of the kneading.

"Can't last even half an incense stick's time."

Li Muru said from inside the reed hut.

"Protect my physical body."

Little Shougu, standing to the side, said with a certain determination.

From its top, a single Cold Soul Pearl flew out.

This bead is a rare treasure obtained when Senior Brother Lingxu collected the Separation Hook Jade, based on his predictions. It was a treasure crafted by the Washing Silk Goddess using her thousand-year-old cold soul, and over the years she has refined it into an incarnation, making it extremely rare.

As the Cold Soul Pearl spun, it transformed into a form that resembled Little Longevity Maiden, and, embracing the Cold Soul Frozen Breath, rushed towards the Hundred Birds Supreme True Man.

At the same time, Xiao Shougu's true form swayed, and the sun and moon appeared on her shoulders. In the five-virtue leaf crown on her forehead, the five virtue star lords of metal, wood, water, fire and earth opened their eyes and gazed in all directions. The entire dome of her skull shone with a shimmering, precious halo.

The powerful kneading force outside was deflected, sliding into the Baihui point on the top of the head and pouring into the skull.

As the kneading force penetrated her skull, Xiao Shougu's face contorted in a grotesque expression. Her teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound, and the blood vessels on her forehead bulged out like a net. Her face alternated between ashen and deathly pale.

"Ok?"

Bai Qin Shang Zhen let out a soft "Eh," and his kneading power spread throughout the peaks and cliffs, but focused on three areas: first, the "Cold Green Mountain," second, the two people in the hut, and third, the small world of rosy light woven by the magic shuttle that covered the peaks and cliffs.

He never expected that there would be someone in the thatched hut who could neutralize his strength.

"Ok!"

As the second soft exclamation rang out, the six clay figurines began to crack and disintegrate one after another.

In the instant the last puppet collapsed, a discordant, hoarse, and broken sound echoed in his mind.

"Uh uh uh kah"

(End of this chapter)