Wet viviparity

Chapter 824 The Gorge is Empty, Meeting Outside the Village
"What a sword!"

Above the withered pine tree, Luo Ji soared into the air, her eyes gleaming with intense light.

Her previous languid demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a focused and excited gaze as she locked onto her prey. She said, "Finally, someone decent has arrived. I thought you were all just crowding around the village for fun."

Before the sword light, as powerful as a dragon descending into the sea, could respond, a roc's cry, piercing through gold and splitting rocks, resounded throughout the canyon.

Amidst a burst of golden light, a majestic and unparalleled Golden-Winged Roc General appeared in the sky.

The moment it appeared, its overwhelming power caused the dry air and heat currents in the valley to stagnate, and the sword light that roamed in the air was the first to be affected.

"Evil magic and demonic arts dare to obstruct my sword's edge?!"

The swordsman who broke in had a clear and cold voice, which was both mature and steady, as well as a kind of aloofness unique to young people.

Its form blends into the dazzling sword light, and the sword's surface is radiant with pure, demon-repelling brilliance. This is a superior sword for refining demons.

Luo Ji flipped her body, transforming into light and disappearing into the Golden-Winged Roc General. Her Yin Spirit directly left her body and merged with the General's body. Her brilliant wings spread out, like two flowing clouds of feathers. With a gentle flap, they stirred up scorching winds and stirred up iron sand on the ground.

Seeing this, the sword boy's sword momentum intensified, and the sword body trembled up and down, causing the condensed sword light to suddenly split apart.

"Chucky!"

Hundreds of sword lights, as thin as cow's hair and as bright as silver threads, burst forth. These sword threads were not scattered randomly, but rather intertwined and coiled in the air with unparalleled agility, like snakes following orders, piercing through the void.

The sword light splits and wraps around the finger like silk. This is the ultimate realm of swordsmanship. The sword boy has been immersed in this realm for a long time. When he usually uses magical treasures and techniques, he will be cut to pieces in an instant when he encounters such a pure and sharp sword net.

This mastery of swordsmanship is precisely the source of the Sword Boy's audacity in roaming the region and daring to confront Taiping Mountain.

In an instant, a silver net woven from the splitting sword threads descended upon the Golden-Winged Roc General.

"Well done!"

The divine general that Luo Ji had transformed into had its eyes blazing with fire. Instead of avoiding it, it suddenly flapped its wings forward.

The two collided, producing a piercing sound like a torrential downpour striking banana leaves, as dense as ten thousand pearls falling to the ground, instantly filling the entire canyon.

Hundreds of silver sword beams crashed into the golden wings, scattering countless tiny sparks.

This golden-winged roc has been tempered by the incense and fire in thousands of temples for a long time, and is now harder than divine iron. Those incomparably sharp sword threads could not penetrate it for a while and were blocked by force.

The sword boy transformed the sword net he was wielding into a dense and supple one, instantly penetrating every crevice. Some of the sword threads found gaps and bypassed the front of the golden wings, cunningly stabbing at the relatively soft neck of the divine general, as well as his chest, abdomen, and other joints.

"Bah!"

The Golden-Winged Roc General roared with its iron beak, and the vertical slit on its forehead suddenly opened wide.

When the slit opened, the first sound was the shouts of ten thousand people. Even though the sword boy's sword heart had reached a state of perfection, his mind was still inevitably shaken.

With a crisp "ding," hundreds of sword threads were severed by a single red thread emerging from the vertical slit.

Where the red line passed, shouts continued, as if tens of thousands of people were shouting together before their deaths. Their voices and cries merged into a chilling killing intent, breaking people's minds and wills.

"The raw knife."

As a woman who has made a name for herself in the Heavenly River Altar since she entered the Daoist path, Luo Ji's fighting prowess is no secret to the Cloud and Rain Temple, including this red thread.

This crimson line that glides through the air is the transformation of the Life-Slaying Sword. In the Falling Silver Lake, it was sacrificed from a treasure to a magic weapon, and it is also a sword that makes the gods and ghosts of the Cloud and Rain Temple tremble with fear.

Looking at the surrounding dark clouds, Jian Tong knew that no matter how fierce the battle was here, with this array set up, there would be no sound from the outside. How could this distract Master Lingxu in Daci Village?

He knew that Ziwu Jianjiang could not fight for long, and the four True Men Huoxiu had dispatched were not the strongest fighters in the four realms of Tianteng Mountain. Therefore, this place was of utmost importance to him, and he absolutely could not get bogged down here.

He didn't want to get entangled with Luo Ji any longer. He knew that Luo Ji had a secret technique that she rarely used. It was a technique that she had refined through the practice of the Year-Chasing Fist. Once hit by this technique, one's mind would immediately become confused, and one would easily make mistakes when casting spells or making hand seals, resulting in a series of blunders.

Then, a sword thread stronger than diamond was separated and entangled with the red thread formed by the life-slaying knife. Next, he used the technique of feigning and escaping, leaving the sword light to fight the enemy without engaging in any direct confrontation. This was a feigned escape to lure the enemy, while his true body concealed itself and went up, holding a treasure mirror in his hand, shining it into the violent wind and thunder in the sky.

Within this treasure mirror is a wisp of divine light from the illusory infant spirit. Although the divine light is greatly diminished when used through the treasure mirror, he is confident that he can break through the heavenly array. This is his absolute trust in the Four Fiends' divine abilities.

"Take a picture of me!"

The swordsman activated the treasure mirror and lifted it upwards.

On the high altars on both sides of Juyang Gorge, the two men each performed the ritual steps, their afterimages lingering, their lips moving as they rapidly chanted incantations.

Sword Boy's technique of feigning and escaping was indeed exquisite, able to deceive a cultivator's five senses. However, his escape within the array diagram that reversed the arrangement of the Three Wonders and Six Instruments and inverted the mutual generation and restraint of the Five Elements was like flying and crashing wildly in a turbulent undercurrent, yet he himself did not notice it.

As it soared into the air, its trajectory was already being pulled by the array of aircraft, deviating from its intended direction.
The mirror shone brightly, and divine light burst forth from it, piercing through the wind and thunder formation.

The expected scene of the array breaking and the sky reappearing did not occur. The divine light entered the sky as if it had been thrown into the sea, only causing a thunderous roar that was more intense than usual, and then there were no further major waves.

"How?"

Sword Boy was shocked and couldn't believe it.

Just as he was filled with doubt and uncertainty, a strange change suddenly occurred nearby.

Beside Juyang Gorge, in the belly of an inconspicuous low mountain, only a few dozen feet high, a dazzling light of divine light suddenly burst forth without warning. The light was extremely intense, golden and red, piercing through the rocks as if it were snow.

After a dull yet violent explosion, a huge hole, about ten feet in diameter and open from front to back, was forcibly melted into the mountainside of the low hill.

The rocks at the edge of the hole were already red and molten, hissing and steaming, causing the entire mountain to shake violently, and rubble to fall like a torrential downpour.

Just as the sword boy stood frozen in mid-air, momentarily distracted, a giant arm ripped through the air and grabbed him. Even faster than this arm was the sword light that the sword boy had always used to protect its master. It swept past the sword boy and merged the sword boy's body into it.

"The situation is hopeless, go and support the Meridian Warriors!"

Sword Boy withdrew decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

The next moment, the sword speed exploded. Even if the two lords worked together to reverse the five elements and disrupt the direction, they could not stop him. The sword light flashed in seven or eight places on the gorge at the same time. Its speed was so fast that it showed the image of splitting shadows.

"Go away!"

With a furious roar, the Golden-Winged Roc flapped its wings and chased after the sword light that had broken through the array and was heading towards Daci Village.

The swordsman was determined to leave and had no intention of fighting. He pushed his sword escape speed to the limit, leaving several afterimages in the air that were difficult to distinguish from the real ones, in an attempt to shake off the pursuers.

With its iron beak slightly open, the divine energy of the roc silently burst forth. The sword boy seemed to sense it, and his escape light suddenly veered in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the divine energy. However, the force brought by the divine energy still grazed the sword's tail, causing his sword speed to slow down slightly and revealing a trace of disorder.

"Hmph!" Luo Ji snorted coldly, and was about to use her methods again when the scene in the village below suddenly captured her attention.

The sword boy also abruptly stopped the sword light, hovering in mid-air before detaching from the body.

For the first time, an undisguised look of astonishment appeared on his usually aloof and arrogant face. The two of them lowered their heads simultaneously, their gazes piercing through the thin clouds and focusing on the Daci Village below, which had become a scorched wasteland.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely in their eyes.

In the center of Daci Village, a deep, dark "black" light suddenly appeared. This was not black, but a lacquer-like sheen.

This was not an explosion of lightning, but to the two of them, the energy was even stronger than divine lightning. At this moment, the dark light shrank to the size of the jar opening amidst the surging tides, and there was a figure in the black jar.

"Brother!"

The Golden-Winged Roc opened and closed its iron beak, muttering to itself.

(End of this chapter)