Wet viviparity

Chapter 858 Capture Alive, Slaughtering the Enemy
The perilous path god, targeted by the narrow blade, finally remembered the Divine Qi Sword Slash that the illusory divine infant had mentioned several times.

At the same time, he also thought of those randomly changing things. Wasn't that the kind of satisfactory change that Ruyi should have? It must be that the evil spirit here had entered his heart, making him less alert. For a moment, he was both angry and afraid.

The God of Danger was extremely decisive. He withdrew his external Dharma realm and pointed a path towards the depths of the water gorge on the way he came, which was also where the two evil spirits, Man and Xu, were located, intending to return in an instant.

The narrow blade hovered in the air, its thin, cicada-wing-like body trembling slightly.

The divine energy that had just been absorbed flowed endlessly on the blade's surface, emitting a dazzling blue light. Where this light shone, the air seemed to be scorched, the heat rising and making the surrounding scenery appear as if it were seen through a shimmering curtain of water, appearing blurry and uncertain.

Such a strange sight had never been seen with the Youjing and Xincang swords before, because those two swords were not forged for the Divine Qi, while the narrow blade of the Yuanpi Ruyi transformation was specifically created for the Divine Qi sword, thus making it a perfect match.

Here on the path, beyond the flat, dark mountain, Zhang Xiaoyuan and Ji Ming stared at a point of green light in the mountain. Their expressions were different; the former couldn't hide his astonishment, while the latter's was calm and profound.

In the mountains, the Path God had already entered the road leading to the depths of the gorge. He only needed to wait for the distance between the beginning and end of the road to disappear before he could escape in an instant.

However, his intuition, and even the information he possessed about the Divine Sword Slash, all told him that it was too late.

He had to distract himself and use his magic again. The bewitching miasma spewed out from the palms of his six hands, spreading out like a hundred-acre canopy. Within it, countless shortcuts, treasures, and paths to survival appeared, obscuring the figure of the dangerous path god.

At the same time, the external Dharma realm reappears, covering the six-armed body.

"Go!"

That sense of coercion from beyond heaven and earth arose in his heart once again, and at the same time, a shout resounded in his primordial spirit like a thunderclap.

Before he could think further, a warning sign appeared in the next instant.

The narrow blade had vanished into thin air, leaving only a faint wisp of blue smoke in the void where it had been.

Before Xian Daoshen could even feel the pain, he felt a heat at the base of the arm pointing forward, as if a branding iron had been gently applied, followed by a tearing pain that suddenly exploded at the base of the arm.

Without any cutting sound, the narrow blade precisely pierced his arm, sending it through the path into the depths of the gorge, pinning it firmly to the ground.

There was no trace of violence breaking through the miasma surrounding his six-armed true form, nor the spiderweb-like protective barrier around it.

These two wondrous methods, built upon the path of supernatural powers, are like two labyrinths set up outside the body, protecting him at the very inside.

These two mazes cannot be broken through by force. At least, the Divine Qi Sword Slash cannot break through the limits of the Divine Qi Sword Slash. Therefore, once you enter them, you will enter the wrong path and inevitably miss the correct position, causing the Divine Qi Sword Slash to hit other places.

If it weren't for concerns about accidents, the God of Danger would have thought that a "maze" would suffice.

However, at this moment, the God of Danger had already realized that Ling Xuzi's Divine Sword Slash had first passed through the illusory path within the Misty God's Mist, and then crossed the crisscrossing paths of the Realm of the Broken Paths and Nets, directly reaching his true body and striking him with a single blow.

"How does he know where I truly am, and how does he know the right path?"

He realized something, and with his remaining five arms, he pointed one finger to the sky and one finger to the earth, searching for the form and energy of heaven and earth. He finally realized that the form and energy here were illusory and could not be grounded in reality. It was clear that someone had used great magic to capture it from the mortal world.

"How could you possibly use the method of using the fake to destroy the real? This is the ancient forbidden mountain, a secret place in my temple."

There was no time for him to think further. Looking at the arm that was pinned down by the narrow blade, he knew that the blade would be difficult to remove in a short time. So he had no choice but to use his trump card - the Qilong Temple.

Each of the three deities of the Cloud and Rain Temple possesses a temple treasure, personally crafted by the Rain Pig God Lord. His Qilong Temple is undoubtedly the most extraordinary and superior of the three temple treasures, forged from a spiritual mountain vein, which can greatly expand the range of his supernatural powers.

Now that Zhao Duluo has moved to the Forbidden Mountain Mud Root, there is no longer a need to painstakingly maintain the border and merger between Hanbojiang and Dayunfujiang using the Qilong Temple.

Apart from the arm that was nailed shut, the other five arms interlocked their wrists, forming a ring and creating a great mudra. The earth and stones on the ground trembled, and then a temple roof with flying eaves and brackets rose up behind it.

"It's my turn."

As Zhang Xiaoyuan spoke, he removed the shimmering, moonlit shadow from his back and tossed it into the Ink Mountain. The red walls of the Qilong Temple had only risen halfway above the ground when a cool, soft light silently spilled down upon them.

This radiance spread from nothingness, instantly enveloping the rising Qilong Temple and the hundred-foot-wide area around the Dangerous Path God, where the power of the Moon-Slaughtering Jade was manifested.

That pure, clear light, without the slightest impurity, has the power to freeze all phenomena.

The temple, which had been violently shaking and radiating an earthy yellow spiritual light, suddenly slowed its ascent when illuminated by this clear light, as if it had been caught in a torrent, and every bit of its rise became sluggish and heavy.

The great seal formed by the five arms of the God of Danger was almost impossible to maintain, and the newly summoned Qilong Temple creaked as if the beams and brackets inside the temple were groaning under the weight of the burden.

Its upward momentum came to a complete standstill, and it was stuck halfway, neither going up nor down.

The perilous god's body sank, making it difficult not only for his five arms to move, but also for the demonic energy surging within his body, as well as his connection with the Qilong Temple and the outside world. His movements became extremely sluggish and difficult to operate.

"Flying Immortal, Moon-like Jade."

A sense of horror finally flashed through the heart of the Path God, and he lost his composure.

His five arms struggled frantically, trying to connect with the earth veins beneath the forbidden mountain, using the power of the innate earth deity to replenish his demonic magic, to elevate the temple, or to open another path to escape.

However, under the clear light of the Lunar Jade, all supernatural transformations became slow and futile. The forked paths that had been opened up were swallowed up by the clear light before they could extend out and then dissipated on their own. This is the essence of the Lunar Jade's crop—concealing and transforming.

Whether it's a magical flying sword attacking or an evil magic or demonic fire attacking, as long as its power doesn't exceed the limit of this wall, it will be instantly absorbed upon touching the clear light of the wall's shadow. Inside, it's like snow meeting the blazing sun, turning into wisps of harmless pure energy.

"You wicked god, why haven't you submitted to your doom?"

Ji Ming's voice seemed to come from a great distance, echoing clearly through the dark mountains in this stagnant area.

The Qilong Temple emitted a mournful cry as the hardwood was squeezed, and its spiritual light completely vanished, transforming into a stone temple the size of a fist. It fell to the ground with a "thud" and remained unchanged.

The five arms of the Perilous Path God hung limply at his sides, and the great seal he had been holding had long since fallen apart. This innate earth deity, who had roamed the world with his extraordinary powers of deviant paths, was now completely subdued by the Moon Jade and could not move.

"As expected of Zhang Sulingbao."

Ji Ming praised from the bottom of his heart.

With just this one spiritual treasure, even if Cousin Zhang's physical cultivation is only comparable to the fifth realm, he can still challenge a sixth-realm Yang God Earth Immortal. If it is a loose immortal with a slightly shallow foundation, he can deal with it with ease.

No wonder Lu Zhenjun said that Zhang Xiaoyuan regained control of the Lingbao·Suiyuebi, which increased Taiping Mountain's chances of winning. And with such a cousin protecting him, Ji Ming felt very safe.

With this thought in mind, he quickly threw the relic bottle into the ink mountain.

Before the God of Danger, the magnetic bottle hung suspended in the air, and when the mouth of the bottle was aimed at him, it suddenly sucked.

As expected, his six-armed true form was sucked into the bottle, leaving the suppression range of the Moon Jade's clear radiance. The Divine Daoist once again tried to break free, but unexpectedly, a brilliant golden pill talisman fell down, pressing him firmly inside the bottle.

In the passageway, Ji Ming handed the temple to Zhang Xiaoyuan, thus completing the initial distribution of benefits with the God of Capturing Danger.

Of course, this distribution was not fair to Zhang Xiaoyuan. The value of the Dangerous Path God far exceeded that of the temple, so in the subsequent evaluation of merits after the calamity, the greatest credit for capturing the Dangerous Path God alive would definitely go to Zhang Xiaoyuan.

Even if Zhang Xiaoyuan didn't care much about the dangerous path god, or the merit of capturing him alive, Ji Ming still had to do it. This was a lesson that every True Lord had to learn—the distribution of benefits. If this lesson wasn't learned well, Taiping Mountain would lose its fairness.

When Zhang Xiaoyuan saw Ling Xuzi discussing the distribution of benefits in such a serious manner, he was initially dismissive. However, after leaving the tunnel and arriving in the Forbidden Mountain, he finally understood and exclaimed in admiration, "My cousin is capable of governing the southern region."

(End of this chapter)