Wet viviparity

Chapter 822 Divine Descent, Ripples Spread
The Taoist was using the thick fog to escape, like a slightly darker shadow in the fog, when he was torn apart by hundreds and thousands of sword energies just a step away from the rod-shaped sword light.

A large mass of minced flesh and thick blood was splashed into the sword light through the thick fog, and the pungent smell of blood sprayed directly onto the face of the Golden Gate Taoist, causing the thousands of sword energies that were shooting and cutting to dissipate instantly.

The position, the angle, the timing—it's all so perfectly timed, almost like destiny itself.

"Ugh!"

The Golden Gate Taoist in the sword light let out a short, shrill scream that was inhuman. The ecstatic joy of thinking he had found a way to escape was still frozen on his face, but it turned into horror and bewilderment. He understood everything outside.

The thought that his sword energy had just unleashed had shredded a fellow disciple into a shower of blood filled the air before his mind went completely blank.

"tread!"

As Master Lingxu's footsteps approached, the Golden Gate Taoist in the sword light remained bewildered, whether intentional or unintentional.

"An ostrich?!"

Ji Ming let out a sound that only he could hear, a sound that carried a hint of self-righteous laughter.

Jinmen Daoist remained silent, deeply shrouded in the sword light, until the magnetic energy that had been waiting in the soil quickly climbed up the rod-shaped sword light, stabilizing the deliberately loosened sealing power on the sword light.

"I knew it, I knew it."

He deliberately left this opening for me; how stupid of me!

Within this rod-shaped sword light, the Golden Gate Taoist's eyes were filled with extreme terror, even the Emotional Transformation and Heart-Soothing Technique that Huo Xiu had applied to him was weakened by this fear.

Ji Ming stood beside the rod-shaped sword light, placed his hand on it once more, and pulled it out of the ground. He said softly, "Please maintain this state of unity between body and sword, fellow Daoist. Today's nightmare should end soon."

The warrior Ziwu, caught in a battle between heaven and man, was jolted back to his senses by this sudden turn of events. His pupils contracted sharply, and his knuckles, gripping the gourd, turned white. The three hundred and thirty-three black thunderbolts scattered around him became somewhat unstable.

Even that brief moment of distraction was caught by Master Lingxu.

Taking advantage of the time when the Meridian Twin-Headed Demon Arrow was not activated during his distraction, he set up a brief but ingenious killing trap. His meticulousness, precision of calculation, and ruthlessness in combat were simply chilling.

The Calabash Daoist and the Banner Shadow Daoist stood frozen in place. They were driven by the Emotional Transformation and Heart-Swaying Technique, but they were not fools. The one in front of them was clearly not on the same level.

"You go."

Ziwu Jianjiang watched as Master Lingxu, carrying a staff-shaped sword, walked towards him step by step, strolling leisurely, and then shouted fearfully to the remaining two Taoists.

Ji Ming walked at a leisurely pace, looking at the two pale-faced Tian Teng Mountain True Men and the seemingly terrified Zi Wu Jian Jiang, feeling a sense of disappointment.

Although this was a result he had intentionally created by applying pressure at the beginning, when he actually saw all of this, he was still disappointed in these "masters" who had gone through countless dangers and endured countless hardships to achieve such profound knowledge.

They deserved a more dignified end; this only makes their deaths less honorable.

For a moment, Ji Ming thought of the five realms of the Fetal Spirit Realm. He wondered if those high-level cultivators of the fifth realm would also show such a pathetic, defeated state when facing death or an enemy beyond reason. He really wanted to see that moment soon.

"No, it will definitely fail."

No, that would betray Hongbo's last plan.

No, it will affect the master's layout.

no"

Ziwu Jianjiang covered his trembling head, his pupils rolled back, and muttered, "Open your heart and let me in." A voice came from afar, carrying a hint of anger, which made Ziwu Jianjiang bleed from all seven orifices.

"Okay, okay, please come, please come."

The midday athlete grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and let out a wild howl that sounded inhuman, as if a drowning person had grasped at the last straw.

In the next instant, an indescribable and overwhelming aura burst forth from the body of the Noon Warrior. This burst was like an ever-expanding wave of energy, each one causing one's heart to pound.

Above the ruins, the illusory forks in the road created by the demonic arrow were frozen in time.

The breeze ceased to move, dust hovered in mid-air, and even the pervasive stench of blood was firmly held in place by this spiritual power.

A fear stemming from primal instinct, like invisible ice water, seeped into the very marrow of everyone present, including Ji Ming, who was striding forward carrying the baton.

Moreover, this feeling of fear was especially clear and profound for him, like a fruit that hadn't been tasted in a long time; if you tasted it again, the memory and feeling would always be more profound.

The fear that Ziwu Jianjiang had been feeling vanished. He slowly lowered his hands from his head, but his wide-open, angry eyes remained, his gaze filled with an icy indifference that looked down upon the insignificant masses.

The double-headed demonic arrow piercing his forehead hummed loudly, its light shining brightly.

Without words or announcements, the 333 black thunderbolts that had been hovering around the area, slightly unstable due to their master's loss of focus, suddenly lit up.

The 333 black thunderbolts were no longer randomly scattered points, but under the precise control of Hong Gu's will, they formed a Qimen Dunjia formation, further amplifying the spiritual energy of the thunderbolts within.

Detonate it immediately!

There was no time for Ji Ming to react, nor any sign that Ji Ming would notice.

While Ji Ming was still feeling the chilling fear brought by the spiritual power in the first half of the breath, in the second half the breath, the Meridian Twin-Headed Demon Arrow had pulled him and the 333 Yin Lightning Array to the "most intimate" distance.

Ji Ming's primordial spirit reaction, honed through life-and-death battles, surpassed his reaction limits. One hundred and sixty-two grains of Heavenly River Divine Sand shot out in response, each grain bursting with dazzling indigo spiritual light, like a star ribbon rolling back, instantly spreading all over his body, leaving no gaps from head to toe.

The divine sands intertwined, layer upon layer, drifting and flowing, forming a dazzling indigo curtain, as if a brilliant starry sky had been hastily torn down from its body.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a dull, explosive, surging sound.

Beyond the indigo curtain of clouds, one can see a continuous expanse of lacquered light, resembling an inverted barrel with countless tiny flower-like blooms inside and out.

The lacquer light surged inward like a tide, while the divine sand in the indigo veil swirled, collided, and struggled to resist and dissipate the impact, again and again.

The nearby ground was bathed in heat, a large expanse of orange-red, which silently melted and sank in, as if thousands of shockwaves were aimlessly cleaving within a radius of several dozen feet, pushing the entire Daci Village down like a sand dune.

In the darkness, in the darkness beneath the lacquered canopy, Ji Ming lowered his eyelids and slowly closed them.

At the same time, the misty light that separated the inside and outside of the ruins dissipated, the illusion was concentrated, and the meaning of truth and illusion arose from Ji Ming's heart. As the lacquer light closed, a glimmer of water was reflected in the lacquer light, and they mixed together like paint.

When the lacquer completely closed, Ji Ming's figure remained, only with intense ripples spreading across the surface.

"The bad news is that it is indeed an illusion."

Good news, it's not an illusion or supernatural power.

The "Midnight Warrior" sat leaning against the void, raised one arm, and covered his mouth with the back of his hand while laughing.

(End of this chapter)