Wet viviparity

Chapter 838 Nailed to the ground, living furnace
Snowing.

In the gloomy sky, tiny, glistening snowflakes drifted down, and in the blink of an eye, a heavy snowfall had taken place.

Snowflakes fell silently on Ji Ming's shoulders, which resembled both the sun and the moon, on the back of his hands that were crossed in front of him and tightly gripping the blazing sword, and on the few stray strands of hair that had fallen down his temples.

The heat and internal fire emanating from his body were forcibly suppressed by this silent chill, which alleviated some of the fatigue in his primordial spirit.

The same was true of the eight boys and girls who followed closely behind.

Their innocent faces, tender shoulders, and the talisman in their hands were all visibly covered in a layer of frost. Their breath instantly condensed into white mist, which was then frozen into tiny ice crystals.

In those clear eyes, there was no fear, only a resolute purity. The bone-chilling cold was cleansing their minds, making them even more in tune with the subtle Daoist power emanating from the talisman in their hands.

A tragic yet serene sense of resolute determination flowed silently among the eight of them.

In the sky, the blazing red fire lines that had been transformed into several endless, elusive rings due to the ultimate escape technique suddenly revealed their form.

The snowscape formed by the Xuanming Star General slowed down Hong Gu's terrifying escape speed. The fire line was no longer an elusive streak of light, but gradually became visible, turning into a clearly visible, slowly drifting white ribbon of fire in the air.

But this situation did not bring Ji Ming any sense of relief. The fire belt no longer pursued absolute speed, but instead meandered and danced in the snow scene with a heavier and more magnificent posture.

With each slow twist of the fire, the surrounding air blurred due to the high temperature. Snowflakes were vaporized before they even got within a few feet of it, rising up wisps of white smoke, which added to its power.

Within the fire zone, Hong Gu's appearance had drastically changed. Her beautiful head had transformed into a completely cold and hard arrowhead, emitting a dark red light under the high temperature. Beneath it, her snake body taut inch by inch, her spine twisted, with only her tail swaying slowly.

This physical transformation was actually due to Hong Gu's understanding of the subtle meaning of physical transformation through the art of transformation, and with her profound skill in reversing the five elements, she transformed a powerful object into a golden arrowhead, which could then be used for killing.

The fire belt in the high-altitude snow scene is gone, replaced by a crossbow with a tail that is eight or nine zhang long and covered with flower scales. The only thing the two have in common is that they both burn with the blazing white flame of Bingding.

The Flower Scale Crossbow hovered in the gloomy snowy sky, its snake tail swaying slowly. Blazing white flames burned quietly, constantly vaporizing the surrounding snowflakes, creating a white mist that swirled around it, further enhancing its ferocious and oppressive appearance.

The calm before facing certain death was stretched to its limit at this moment, and Ji Ming unconsciously opened his mouth wide.

The feeling at this moment is as if I have returned to my first life as a fish, when the refugees cut open my belly in the dark ditch and lifted me high above the water, and I was breathing with my mouth open as a fish before I died.

"Whoo~"

"Ha~"

Ji Ming swallowed air mouthful after mouthful, and at this moment, the inner demon in his heart calmed down.

Begin slowly.

The snake's tail swayed for the first time, with a huge and steady amplitude, carrying a sense of heaviness, slowly cutting through the air and stirring up a flurry of snowflakes.

Inside and outside the Poisonous Yang Fiend Cave, all cultivators with keen primordial spirits, whether it was You Rongzi who was fighting the Black Owl, Luo Ji and Xia Yu who were locked in combat, or even the Three Monsters and Five Birds in the distant Tian Teng Mountain, or even the reclusive Weide Old Mother, all felt a chill in their hearts.

The cultivators of Tianteng Mountain, who were already paying close attention to this place, devoted even more of their primordial spirit to sensing the changes in the energy within. Even those fighting within the gorge stopped what they were doing.

Gradually, then rapidly.

The frequency of the snake's tail swaying suddenly increased, turning into a blurry afterimage.

The crossbow with its flower-scaled pattern began to emit a low hum, and the blazing white Earthly Flame of Bingding, as if stirred by a gale, suddenly increased its propulsion, compressing the air in front of it to an extreme degree, forming a shock wave barrier visible to the naked eye.

Large snowflakes plunged into the true flames outside the crossbow, sparking from the friction on the scales of the arrow. The snowscape transformed from the Xuanming Star General was trying to hold the crossbow with the power to uproot mountains.

Then came the violence!

The swaying of the snake's tail turned into a deafening explosion, a terrifying roar as the air was violently torn apart.

The flower-scaled crossbow bolt has disappeared.

No, it did not disappear, but rather gained incredible speed thanks to the unimaginable propulsion provided by the snake's tail.

A death omen looms!

In Ji Ming's pupils, as the arrows and crossbow bolts that had shot down from the sky disappeared, all his schemes, all his distracting thoughts, and all his emotions were washed away in that instant, leaving him with an absolute emptiness before death, with only a sliver of fighting spirit remaining. He suddenly clenched his arms, which were crossed in front of him.

"cut!!!"

The shout did not come from his already dry throat, but from his boiling spirit.

The two swords, Youjing and Xincang, shattered instantly.

In that instant, the two swords carried all of Ji Ming's Six Wu Divine Qi, far exceeding their limits, as well as his will to die, and fragmented into hundreds of extremely refined slashes.

A hundred strikes in an instant, without sequence or intensity.

Hundreds of gray-white slashes, like a peacock spreading its tail, or like the first ray of light waiting for dawn in the gloomy sky, started with Ji Ming and crashed accurately, violently, and one after another, into the direction from which the crossbow bolts were fired.

"Clang Clang Clang!!!"

The explosions and collisions, so intense they exceeded the limits of hearing, swept out in an instant.

Each gray-white slash that struck the crossbow bolts unleashed a perfect strike at the peak of the fourth realm, with hundreds of collisions occurring almost simultaneously.

The gray-white torrent of slashing arrows clashed and stalemated in mid-air, countless shards of light exploding outwards like the first rays of dawn, shattering the gloomy sky into fragments.
Ji Ming raised his tattered palms high, the air currents from the repeated slashes and collisions pounding against his body. Illusory ripples spread out from his body, also covering the eight boys and girls who had been crushed beneath him. His eyes were now frighteningly bright, fixed on the crossbow bolts that were constantly advancing in the air and being worn down by the hundreds of slashes.

The crossbow that Hong Gu had transformed into was also trembling wildly, the dark red luster on the arrowheads flickering erratically, clearly under unimaginable pressure.

At this moment, inside and outside the abyss, all things fell silent, except for the dense, bead-like sounds of collisions, and the dazzling, cruel, and magnificent "morning light" that even immortals and Buddhas found astonishing.

At this moment, amidst the stalagmite forest, Rat Four disregarded the shockwaves that were uprooting the stalagmites. With a burning yellow talisman between his fingers, the golden casket before him slowly opened. Rat Four murmured, "Master, allow me to act on my own this time. Even without your order, I will..."

Before he could finish speaking, the golden casket creaked and groaned, unable to withstand the pressure. The number of targets killed by the nightmare had exceeded the limit, and the backlash came immediately. The yellow smoke inside the casket was sprayed all over the unsuspecting Rat Four.

At the edge of the charred pit, the bronze furnace still stood silently. The glow on the furnace wall had dimmed considerably, but it still shone stubbornly, guarding the unfinished creation within.

Beside the furnace, the scene was shocking.

Ji Ming remained in a backward, not quite fallen position, with a broken object pinning him diagonally to the ground through his chest.

That object was the last remnant of the crossbow that Hong Gu had transformed into—a crossbow shaft that had been worn down by hundreds of divine strikes, stripped of all its scales, flesh, and true flames, leaving only a charred, thin bone shaft.

It pierced through Ji Ming's right chest from below, protruding from near his shoulder blade in his back, pinning him firmly in place.

The Taoist robe was tattered and stained with a dark, dirty color from a large amount of solidified and uncoiled golden blood. The pale face was turned to one side, and blood kept overflowing from the corner of his mouth, flowing down his jawline and dripping onto the ground, forming a small pool of viscous dark gold.

Around them lay the frozen corpses of eight children, still maintaining their defensive posture, but their lives were completely swallowed by the final shockwave. Further away, the legs of the Taiping Warriors remained firmly rooted to the ground, now only pairs of legs remained.

In the depths of Ji Ming's slightly open, unfocused eyes, a glimmer of light flickered—his last remaining thought.

"Xundu Luomo Hesa ​​Mojie. Wei!"

His lips, constantly oozing blood, trembled almost imperceptibly, and a curse was chanted intermittently from his throat.

Surrounded by the mountains of the Poisonous Yang Cave, the Taiping Mountain immortals, who had been scattered to defend against the enemy, abandoned their opponents the moment the roar stopped and rushed towards the center of the battleground.

On the Yunyu Temple side, some demons and Taoist priests were desperately fighting and killing each other, while others were strangely motionless. The three flowers on the top of their heads were faintly glowing, as if there was a flame there, but they themselves were completely unaware of it.

They heard the telepathic message from Master Jiang and all came to a secluded place, outside the sights and ears of Tianteng Mountain outside the gorge.

Having broken free from his battle with You Rongzi, Hei Xiao came here to join the others. These people included newly accepted left-hand cultivators from within the sect, as well as scattered cultivators from outside the sect, all of whom had already refined their demonic forms. There were twelve of them in total, an auspicious number.

In the sect, everyone except the Earth-Splitting Goddess and the Horned General, the Brocade-Clad Marquis, has already arrived.

Pidi Po cannot leave the Desolate Valley of Souls, so she could not come here. But this Marquis in Brocade Robes is interesting; his vigilance is exceptionally strong.

Black Owl was staring at the living furnace cauldron that was gradually turning into twelve filthy shadows when he suddenly looked in the direction of the evil acupoint and said, "The Golden Flower of Merit, so it has always been placed here."

(End of this chapter)