Wet viviparity

Chapter 821: Stick light, tiger play style
"Master Lingxu, we are filled with utmost sincerity."

The Taoist priest holding the jade gourd was about to argue when, before he could finish speaking, Master Lingxu, who was sitting on the ground, stood up.

“Three breaths have passed.” Ji Ming lowered his eyelids slightly, and stuck the Youjing Sword in his hand diagonally into the ground, right next to the relic bottle placed on the ground. Then he strode towards the four people and the Ziwu Warriors behind them.

Almost simultaneously, Ziwu Jian stretched his grin into a ferocious arc.

The double-headed demonic arrow, piercing his forehead with blunt arrowheads protruding from both ends, suddenly flashed with light. Silently, a magical intent enveloped the ruins, and the entire space began to "bend."

The four people, who had been secretly mobilizing their true energy in preparation for a strong attack, suddenly froze.

In their eyes, Master Lingxu was clearly within reach, yet the path through the ruins beneath their feet suddenly twisted and stretched.

Countless forks in the road seemed to appear out of nowhere, each one seemingly leading to Master Lingxu, yet all were indistinct and hard to distinguish from reality.

What was once a short distance now seems like a vast expanse of mountains and valleys, with a winding and circuitous path leading nowhere. This is the power of the Midnight Demon Arrow—distorting the "straightest" path between two points, turning what is close at hand into an insurmountable distance, and creating divergent paths to confuse the mind.

"Midnight".

Ji Ming shouted and stepped into the fork in the road in front of him, deciding to personally experience the power of this extraordinary treasure that he was wary of.

"Do it!"

The general let out a low roar, like muffled thunder rolling across the sky.

Upon receiving the order, the four True Immortals of Tianteng Mountain completely dropped their pretense, revealing their fierce glint.

Although there were many forks in the road ahead, and the scenery was distorted and deformed, like looking at something through a bubble, they figured that this situation was advantageous to them. So the four of them did not hesitate and each transformed into a streak of light and rushed forward.

"The gourd contains the Yin Thunder left to you by that boy, why don't you use it directly?"

Facing the attack of the four, Ji Ming opened his arms and said, "Your treasure can shorten the distance between us, so when the 333 Yin Lightning explodes, it should be quite easy to pull them all onto me and destroy me in an instant."

Since that's the case, why bother with further methods and waste the time of these old bastards?

As he spoke, Ji Ming took a deep breath and then exhaled it. With a "whoosh," a puff of white air was exhaled, and smoke and mist gradually rose from the numerous forks in the road, shimmering with colorful light.

"Illusion!"

The Meridian Warrior's double-headed demonic arrow trembled violently, stretching out countless branching paths and pulling the illusionary smoke and haze far away, clearing a field of vision.

When vision returned, they saw Master Lingxu crouch down, his limbs touching the ground as if he were squatting.

The four streaks of light hovered in the air for a while, having completed their communication with the Ziwu Warriors and established a basic understanding of their joint combat strategy.

After all, they hadn't rehearsed beforehand and weren't familiar with each other. Without some communication, the rhythm of their battle later wouldn't be harmonious, and they would inevitably become a burden to each other.

The Taoist priest holding the jade gourd made the first move, shouting loudly. Ziwu Jianjiang understood the meaning of the shout, and the next second the Taoist priest was sent to Ji Ming's side.

He tilted the gourd's mouth, and a stream of foul, sweet, viscous, dark red filthy water transformed into a venomous python emerging from its cave. As soon as the python swam through the air and entered within ten steps of Ji Ming, it exploded into countless arrows that rained down upon him.

Ji Ming, crouching on the ground like a tiger, had his back taut like a large bow.

Faced with the rain of filthy water arrows, he did not move, but simply shrugged his shoulders and back like a tiger shaking itself. The powerful force flowed through his spine and out of his body, shaking the rain of arrows away by about a foot.

At the same time, he twisted his waist and hips, and slid sideways like a spinning top, avoiding the broadsword of the Golden Gate Taoist behind him. He had already circled behind the Calabash Taoist, and a deep tiger roar that had been brewing for a long time rolled out from his throat.

"Snapped!"

A tiger's roar exploded in the sky, but no one was left in the area where the sound originated.

On a side road in the distance, the Calabash Taoist was sweating profusely, his back soaked through.

If it weren't for Ziwu Jianjiang moving him away in time, his body would have been hit by the whistling sound and he would have been half-dead.

Ji Ming took a deep breath, and the breathing aroused the thunderous sound in his internal organs. He could hear the faint thunderous sound in his stomach, which cleansed him and made him even more powerful. This Tiger Playing Technique from the True Spirit Sect's "Six Jia Spirit Flying Strategy Essence Book" was indeed effective.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the area that had been moved to the outer perimeter by the Meridian Warriors, thus isolating it from the misty light and haze.

Although the Tiger Playing Two Forms, which were obtained from the second primordial spirit, were absorbed with the experience of the second primordial spirit, Ji Ming made it possible to break free from the Tiger Playing set of moves early.

However, Ji Ming still didn't want to be seen by others, so he released the Misty Illusion Technique and used Zi Wu Jian Jiang to move it to the outer circle to block outside prying eyes. After all, there are too many people with ulterior motives nowadays, so he has to be on guard.

"Don't do it yet."

Ji Ming looked at Zi Wu Jianjiang, his words sharp as knives, and said in a deep voice, "I know what you're worried about. You're worried that besides my supernatural powers, I have other reliance on me. After all, the divine general that my Taiping Mountain is famous for has not yet been used."

The problem now is, can these four simpletons really figure out my other cards?

As I suspected, that strange treasure on your forehead is a burden. Activating it consumes a great deal of mental energy, thus restricting your movements. Judging from this, the longer you use it, the greater the backlash will be.”

"Bah!"

As soon as the heavy sound fell, the sword light emanating from the Golden Gate Taoist appeared above Ji Ming's head.

"roar~"

Ji Ming raised his head and let out a howl. Jinmen moved his sword light and suppressed the howl. At the same time, the broad and thick sword light condensed into the shape of a golden rod, which was about to pierce down Ji Ming's head.

"Chaos God!"

The Taoist priest, whose body was surrounded by shimmering banner shadows, shouted sharply. The banner behind him, which was neither real nor illusory, suddenly swelled up, and countless banner shadows, like living snakes, burrowed into the various illusory paths of this distorted space.

The banners fluttered, and the sounds of ghosts wailing and gods howling arose, resonating with the crossroads, so that the spell of the bewitching banners and the chaotic spirits reached Ji Ming's ears directly.

As Ji Ming found himself amidst this chaos, he heard a cacophony of demonic sounds emanating from countless paths, and saw layers of banners dancing on the illusory road. His mind was instantly thrown into turmoil, his senses were confused, and he could no longer distinguish east from west or north from south.

"Something's not right." Upon seeing the crouching Lingxu Master, Fanying Daoist's heart skipped a beat.

He had never encountered anyone who, despite being under the spell of his own spell and in a state of mental turmoil, could maintain this fighting posture; it subtly conveyed a sense of Vajra-like meditative concentration.

Amidst the heavy banners, Ji Ming used the Buddhist teachings of the first stage of enlightenment (Sotapanna) to stabilize his primordial spirit. At the same time, he exerted force with his limbs, ignoring the sword light piercing down towards the top of his head, and rushed forward faster than lightning.

Zi Wujian aimed his palms at Ji Ming, suddenly lengthening the space in front of Ji Ming. A strange phenomenon occurred: the ground beneath Ji Ming's feet was torn apart like dough, keeping Ji Ming's position under the golden staff and sword light of Jinmen Daoist.

With a "snap," the golden staff sword light was firmly grasped by Ji Ming's hand, an action that directly shocked everyone present.

The warrior couldn't help but retreat. He barely managed to stop himself from lifting his hind foot, but his courage had already been extinguished.

They couldn't understand how Ji Ming could wield the sword light at all, and it was precisely because they couldn't understand the mystery that they felt fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Although the sword light of the Golden Gate Taoist's body and sword condensed into a rod shape, sword light is still sword light, and its sharpness remains unchanged. Anything that touches it will be cut and separated. How could a palm possibly hold it?

Logically, that hand should have been shattered into pieces, but it firmly gripped the sword light.

"Snapped!"

Ji Ming's other hand also touched the golden sword light, and the entire sword light trembled within his twelve fingers.

Where Ji Ming stood, fine gray-silver magnetic lines, as thin as hair, had already sprouted from the soil like seeds, growing upwards along his ankles, extending into his palms, and then rapidly spreading across the rod-shaped sword light.

The Golden Gate Taoist, who was in harmony with the sword, felt an invisible and intangible true fire essence sealing the sword's body. At the same time, there was also an extremely strong magnetic energy moving around the sword, tightly restraining it and preventing him from breaking free from the sword.

"Relic Vase"

Ziwu Jianjiang realized something and looked at the long-necked bottle placed next to the Youjing Sword.

"During the battle, I did not overlook this treasure."

This porcelain bottle is nothing more than a precious artifact. Even if it were the finest metal object in the world, its magnetic properties would be weakened by three-tenths in this crossroads. How could it possibly have its magnetic properties deeply embedded in the ground, ready to be used by the Spirit Void Master at any time?

Thinking about this, Ziwu Jianjiang realized that he had made another mistake.

How can we use simple common sense to speculate about this Master Lingxu?

Up to now, what aspect of it hasn't exceeded common sense? Obviously, this magnetic bottle is no exception. Although it's a precious artifact, it already has the potential to become a magic weapon, thus it can use unconventional magnetic techniques.

"fire!"

The Taoist figure, hidden in the mist, spoke.

I could feel a faint warmth emanating from the skin on his cheek that remained damp.

He was proficient in water-based escape techniques, so he knew that when the skin was kept moist, it would be easier to feel the heat transmitted from the outside world, especially the true water around him that would not be easily evaporated, which could effectively transmit heat.

Clearly, there was an invisible true fire in the palm of Master Lingxu that held the sword light. Because Master Lingxu deliberately kept the amount of true fire to a minimum and concentrated it at the contact surface between his palm and the sword, the heat generated was not intense.

"Fire overcomes metal, and then we add the method of magnetism."

Ziwu Jianjiang thought to himself, and then sprayed out 333 black light spots from the mouth of the gourd in his hand.

Ji Ming gripped the staff-shaped sword light with both hands, pulled it apart to both sides, and at the same time, he assumed a horse stance, holding the staff to his chest, and posed towards the Ziwu Jianjiang, uttering the words: "Come!"

"He's really not afraid."

A sense of hesitation arose once again in the heart of the athlete.

From the very beginning, Master Lingxu's demeanor clearly indicated that he was not afraid of the three hundred and thirty-three Wuyuan Yin Thunders.

"No, so far, Xuanming Xingxiu General has not been forced out."

If I were to unleash this lightning bolt, I would only be wasting this opportunity. He is not behaving according to common sense, and I cannot assume that he will be killed in one blow. He must have a backup plan.”

Just as the Ziwu Warriors were locked in a fierce battle of wits, Ji Ming suddenly mustered his strength, his momentum like a tiger descending a mountain. The light of his staff-shaped sword shot out like a flying arrow, not targeting the Ziwu Warriors, but the Taoist hidden in the mist.

Before the sword light even arrived, the residual magnetic energy and true fire on it had already stirred up the surrounding space, causing the mist enveloping the Taoist to surge violently.

The Taoist in the mist felt a sudden alarm. Without thinking, he quickly activated the Water Mist Shadow Escape Technique, his figure instantly transforming into the surrounding thick fog, sliding silently to the side like mercury spilling onto the ground.

He had only slid a little over a step when the rod-shaped sword light shone directly onto the spot where he had been standing.

"That was close." The Taoist had barely settled his escape route and had just breathed a sigh of relief when the warning signs in his heart did not stop at all, but instead became even stronger. He felt as if he were being pricked by thorns. When he released his primordial spirit, he saw a tiger shadow appear beside his escape route.

No, that wasn't a tiger's shadow; it was a person—a person with a back taut like a bow, like a tiger descending a mountain.

At this moment, in the thick fog, the Taoist priest, who was still in a state of escape, was caught between the "tiger shadow" and the stick-shaped sword light that was stuck in the ground.

He subconsciously released his magical artifact, the Spirit-Dissolving Mirror, at the "Tiger Shadow." He had no hope that this artifact could resist the "Tiger Shadow," but only hoped to buy him two more breaths before fleeing in another direction.

"God help me too!"

Amidst the rod-shaped sword light, Jinmen Daoist noticed the sealing power on the sword light loosening, and was overjoyed, no longer caring about anything else.

He unleashed his accumulated true qi and magical power without reservation, and the entire sword light radiated outwards, with countless sharp and unparalleled sword energies shooting wildly in all directions indiscriminately.

"Senior Brother Kinmen!"

The Taoist priest, who was about to move, shouted in terror.

(End of this chapter)