Wet viviparity

Chapter 825 Explosion, Mask Removed
"That is."

Sword Boy craned his neck, staring intently at the strange sight in the village.

He saw it, and he saw clearly that the figure inside the dark vat was Ling Xuzi, whose body was rippling with water, and whose state was extremely strange.

The shrinking black vat didn't give the sword boy and Luo Ji much time to examine it closely. The thunderous energy generated by the turbulent yin and yang energies within it had condensed to a state of excessive yang, and in the next moment it suddenly expanded outwards—an expansion of light and heat.

The ground looked as if it had been coated with a layer of scalding orange-red paint.

Rubble, beams, stone slabs—everything that came into contact with this light and heat melted instantly.

The ground was no longer solid, but had become viscous and bubbling, with orange-red light streaming freely through the village, smoothing out and erasing all traces inside and outside the village.

The light was violently distorted under the high temperature, and the air itself seemed to be ignited, presenting a transparent, flame-like undulation. The entire village was like a reflection in water, swaying uncertainly in the distorted light.

This expanding flow of light and heat, seemingly slow but actually unstoppable, steadily spreads from the ground to the sky.

The outline of the entire Daci Village, spanning ten, twenty, and fifty zhang, collapsed rapidly like a sandcastle in this orange-red hue of death, its boundaries clearly visible, disappearing completely wherever it went.

Sword Boy did not move away in the air. Although his face was already tinged with red, he still stared intently at the figure surrounded by intense light and heat.

The ripples on that figure were extremely intense, as if boiling bubbles were churning inside, making the figure blurry and difficult to discern. Even so, the person still stood steadily in the light and heat.

"boom!"

Finally, after a period of intense heat and light, the long-accumulated yin thunder finally revealed its power, and the "silent melting" turned into "a deafening earthquake".

Molten lava on the ground was hurled up, forming a fire peak tens of meters high. Outside the fire peak, a ring of air waves, like a giant wall, spread rapidly outward, flattening the forests and hills further away with devastation.

"madman."

The Golden-Winged Roc was enveloped in trembling and awe.

After about half a cup of tea's time, the explosive and whistling sounds gradually subsided, and Luo Ji immediately flapped her wings and swept away the thick smoke and dust.

In Daci Village, which has been erased from Tianteng Mountain, the original location of the village market has been occupied by a bottomless, charred pit. The crystals that have melted and solidified at the edge of the pit emit wisps of blue smoke, obscuring the person hanging above the pit.

"Lingxu."

The Golden-Winged Roc flew down to the edge of the pit and saw the figure in the green smoke. He was about to shout with joy when he was suddenly stunned.

At this moment, the airflow from the Golden-Winged Roc's descent swept by, and the edge of the blue smoke was forcefully pulled by the airflow, revealing its charred and damaged body.

That body was covered in burns all over its body. Its left shoulder, left arm, and half of its chest were charred like charcoal. Through the large and small wounds, one could see the charred traces of its internal organs and its blackened bones.

"He's still breathing!"

An unfamiliar voice came from behind him, and Peng turned his head to look.

Another mutilated body floated by. No, this body was burned even more severely, making it almost unrecognizable. At least his senior brother Lingxu had half of his face intact.

"Don't look at me. The original owner of this body was a useless person. He was already unable to withstand the impact of just 333 Wuyuan Yin Thunder Array Diagrams."

As he spoke, the mangled body ripped the Meridian Double-Headed Demon Arrow, which had been melted into a lump of iron, off his head, shattering half of his skull. Then, his tone changed again, and he laughed, "Fortunately, he did what he was supposed to do in the end, so it wasn't entirely useless."

"you"

In the void within the pit, Ji Ming strained to look at the mangled body of Zi Wu Jian Jiang.

After his exposed upper and lower jaws opened and closed silently, he realized he couldn't speak, so he used his spiritual energy to vibrate the air and transmit his voice, "Who are you?"

"Hong Gu, remember this name well in the underworld."

Soon, I will personally come to Xinjiang to harvest the Taiping Mountain youths here.

"Hong Gu!"

As Ji Ming murmured this name in his mind, the faint sense of alienation between himself and reality gradually disappeared, and he became more real and vivid.

This barrier is the effect of the Water Moon Technique, which uses the Dao Filth Illusion Sea Floating Heart to absorb the last and third Dao Ancestor's mirage energy, forcibly pushing the Illusionary Technique Shell Palace to a higher level.

Ji Ming knew that he didn't have many enemies, but they were all people with profound cultivation and meticulous minds. They could dig up any suspicious points in his past. The Ancestral Mirage was one of them, and it had already been carefully studied by the Crying Ancestor.

In such a three-way battle, intense, relentless warfare is unavoidable. Therefore, if Ji Ming possesses any methods that might arouse suspicion from the enemy, he should ideally have genuinely possessed such methods. That is why Ji Ming is willing to risk incurring the suspicion of the three great building lords—the Celestial Immortal, the Arhat, and the Demon Immortal—within the Mirage Realm, in order to integrate the three ancestral mirage energies and forcefully push the illusionary techniques to a higher level.

Unfortunately, he absorbed the Third Dao Ancestor's Mirage Qi at the wrong time. It was after the Three Frontiers Conference that he understood the future situation of the battle, and only then did he begin to use the Third Dao Ancestor's Mirage Qi.

Ultimately, he still harbored a lingering fear of the three great masters, and he couldn't resort to such a desperate measure until the very last moment.

The time constraints prevented him from fully exploring the subtleties of this technique's transformations. Furthermore, the actual effects of containing the three Dao Ancestral Mirage Qi differed from his calculations. The illusion technique was only advanced to the stage of Dao organ resonance, which is the final stage of refining supernatural powers.

"The moon and water reflect each other, and flowers bloom in the void."

The broken body revealed Ji Ming's state just now, and said in an inexplicable tone: "That little girl Xiao Qing guessed some things after all. Your illusionary magic is only a hair's breadth away from supernatural powers. Although this hair's breadth is like the difference between heaven and earth, the illusionary power within it can also turn your physical body into the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror."

The 333 Dark Primordial Thunderbolts that just exploded on you all at once caused initial damage, like casting the moon's reflection on water or piercing a flower on a mirror—only creating ripples. In reality, the thunder and fire didn't touch you at all.

Fortunately, I connected the Yin Thunder with Qimen Dunjia, and the internal thunderous energy has accumulated, exceeding the limit that your reflection in the water can withstand, thus inflicting damage on you.

"Senior brother, quickly use the Apricot Grass Dew Elixir."

Luo Ji transmitted her thoughts through her primordial spirit.

"The apricot dew of Kuangshan Apricot Grove is like a elixir!"

The message was intercepted by Hong Gu. The blackened eye sockets on Zi Wu's mangled body looked at the Golden-Winged Roc and laughed, "Do you think he's useless?! Everyone knows that in such a battle between the three regions, whether it's him or Taiping Mountain, they must have prepared elixirs that can heal flesh and bone."

That's why I constricted the chaotic yin and yang energy after the explosion into a size the size of a jar opening, maintaining it for several breaths, in order to deplete his life-saving elixir or other means of survival.

The Golden-Winged Roc crouched deep at the edge of the pit, her forehead creased wide, brimming with red light like a bloodshot eye. This was a defensive posture she rarely adopted. She said with absolute certainty, "You are not a person of the Fourth Realm, and we have no record of you in our intelligence. Who exactly are you?"

"How can you tell that I am not from the four borders?"

"intuition."

"Hehe, you need to learn to accept things that are outside the norm, just like we've already accepted Master Lingxu."

Hong Gu's words were interrupted because Ji Ming in the void of the pit had already moved. A magnetic bottle appeared on his bloodied palm, and a dark green bead shot upward from the bottle mouth. It was the Wind-Stabilizing Pill.

"The product is good!"

Below Ji Ming's burned face, the exposed muscles below his cheekbones lifted, forming a unique smile with his two rows of white teeth.

Hong Gu stared intently at Ji Ming, as if she were etching his image into her very soul.

When she judged that Ziwu Jianjiang's physical body could not withstand the Yin Lightning, she transferred the Wind-Stabilizing Pill to the True Spirit Sect cultivator who was driving the divine chariot. But now it appeared in the magnetic bottle and was accepted by Master Lingxu.

Either the cultivator betrayed them, or this Master Lingxu has a trump card up his sleeve.

In an instant, just a moment, she felt a chill from the bottom of her heart. It was as if she had fallen into a deep well, and the depth she thought she had reached was far from the bottom.

This incomprehensible feeling, which she, a dignified demon goddess, actually experienced in a cultivator at the fourth realm, is highly illogical.

"Xundu Luomo Hesa ​​Mojie. Wei!"

Ji Ming took a step forward, walking through the void. He slightly opened his teeth, and his primordial spirit power vibrated within, uttering a few short demonic sounds.

This demonic sound was neither the clear and melodious chanting of ordinary scriptures, nor the mournful howl of a vengeful ghost; rather, it was a series of ancient and archaic syllables, slowly grinding out from the throat.

The demonic sound was difficult to discern in form, yet its essence was evident. A ring of green smoke rose from the edge of the pit like a living snake, or swayed like a willow ribbon. Whether it was Hong Gu, Luo Ji, or the sword boy in the distance, or even the yin creatures produced by the newly deceased in Da Ci Village, all were stirred by this sound.

"Sizzle."

Amidst a faint, tingling sound that could send shivers down one's spine, countless tiny, pinkish buds, seemingly alive, visibly sprouted from Ji Ming's charred and broken wound.

They wriggled frantically, greedily absorbing the "lamp oil" that fed back to them. Their bones were remodeling, their flesh was regenerating, and their bodies, half of which had been blown up, were being forcibly repaired and healed at a speed that defied common sense.

A hand rose up and slapped hard onto most of the parched face.

With a crisp sound, the charred and hardened flesh of the face was peeled off like a broken mask, revealing a fresh and delicate face with an eerie pink glow. Long, flowing hair was tossed by the smoke and wind, cascading down beside the face.

"Hong Gu!"

(End of this chapter)