Wet viviparity

Chapter 862 Fierce Skin, Yellow Wandering Ape
Inside the relic bottle, which isolated the inside from the outside, the dangerous Dao God was firmly suppressed by the Yin Yang Golden Talisman. His six arms were limp, and his primordial spirit was dim, as if he were drowning in an endless sea of ​​suffering, in a daze, unaware of the changes in the outside world.

However, just as his primordial spirit and consciousness were dissipating, the golden talisman and suppressing power that enveloped his body loosened almost imperceptibly.

This seemed to be a momentary oversight by the talisman holder, or a fleeting moment of distraction.

This slight loosening might be insignificant to an ordinary person, but for a born deity like the God of Dangerous Path, it was like a faint flash of lightning in the darkness, suddenly illuminating his muddled senses and allowing him to catch his breath.

"Uh"

A suppressed sound came from the depths of his primordial spirit. He struggled to gather his thoughts and examine his body. The first thing he recovered was the tactile sensation on his six arms.

Beneath him was not the cold bottom of a bottle, but some dry, flexible, slightly warm yet somewhat cold foreign object, which was pressed against his arm and covered a large area.

"what happened?

What exactly is Ling Xuzi's purpose?

A strong sense of unease rose in Xiandao Shen's heart. He knew very well that the relaxation of the golden talisman was not Lingxuzi's negligence, but a deliberate act with sinister intentions.

His faint spiritual energy sensed his surroundings, and his vision returned slightly. The blurry outline of the foreign object gradually became clear. It seemed to be a... a red animal hide? Yes, it was an animal hide.

A huge, spread-out, and softly draped leather was laid out beside him.

The large hide was a dark red color, still vaguely retaining a familiar yet chilling characteristic—as if it were the remnant of something that had been forcibly emptied of its essence. This dark red color inexplicably reminded him of one of the Four Fiends.
"It can't be that person, absolutely not. How could the evil god of Yunyu Temple end up like this?"

He desperately gathered the little bit of his primordial spirit that had just recovered and continued to look at the skin. His vision suddenly became much clearer and wider, and he finally saw it clearly.

Close to him, almost face to face, were a pair of huge, empty eye sockets. The eyes that should have been filled with ferocity and unfathomable majesty had vanished, leaving only two dark holes.

"fierce?!"

The name struck him like a thunderclap in a drought, suddenly resounding in his mind, which had just regained a little clarity.

Outside the bottle, a pale blue divine aura had just swept over a towering, precipitous peak when a sword thread more than ten miles away suddenly tauted and straightened, transforming into a sword slash spanning thirty miles, instantly slicing the precipitous peak in two.

The precipitous peak slowly tilted, while the gale and a wisp of sword energy had already surpassed it.

During the pursuit, several strands of light within the tuft of sword silk would occasionally taut, drawing long sword slashes that flashed past the peaks and rocky cliffs, each strike precisely cutting into the gale-force winds.

Divine Qi belongs to the element of wood, while sword light is purely of the element of metal. Metal overcomes wood, so even though Divine Qi is formless and shapeless, it cannot withstand such frequent strikes.

Amidst the thunderous crash of the collapsing peaks, Ji Ming reverted to his physical form and landed on the ground.

As he landed, the sword strikes continued to flash, slicing through Ji Ming's body and creating ripples on Yuehuan's body in the water.

"My illusion is not affected by the metal element in your sword light; the same trick will have no effect."

As Ji Ming spoke, he lifted up the porcelain bottle containing the relic.

Unexpectedly, a sword light, like a swimming dragon, came and landed on the porcelain bottle, intending to cut it in two. Fortunately, the magnetic light on the bottle was released, attracting and fixing the sword light. Even so, the sword light broke free with a flick of its tail, wrapped around the bottle, and left a scratch.

The magnetic bottle shook slightly as if in pain, which made Ji Ming's expression change.

"As expected of a master swordsman, his grasp of the opportunity, frequency of attack, and desire are all impeccable. I didn't even have time to release my Unfulfilled Wisdom Aura in that instant."

The surrounding peaks, some over a hundred feet high, were still collapsing, and thick smoke filled the air. To Ji Ming's side, hundreds of sword threads escorted a figure as it fell. After landing, this demonic Taoist assumed a fist stance.

"Black torture? Or..."

"Yellow game!"

A sharp sound exploded in his ears, shaking his mind. He quickly extended his spiritual power backward, and a long arm lashed out like a whip, delivering several thunderous punches along the way. Each punch caused ripples to spread across Ji Mingshui's illusory body.

Amidst the sound, the whip and fist lashed into the phantom body, causing the ripples to intensify.

Only then did Ji Ming realize that the one attacking him was another sorcerer, or perhaps another incarnation created by the sorcerer.

Why "possibly"? Because he couldn't tell the difference between the real body and the avatar, which was the true form and which was the avatar. Clearly, this method of transformation was a legitimate method of the Xuanmen sect, and this demonic ape had quite a background.

At the same time, the body surrounded by sword threads also attacked.

There are two ways to break the illusion of the moon reflected in the water. One is to break it with pure, extreme violence that exceeds the limit of the illusion's tolerance, like Hong Gu did. The other is to see through the true meaning of the illusion of the moon reflected in the water and break it with the method of mutual generation and restraint.

Clearly, this old demon Huang You intends to break through the illusion through continuous attacks. This can be considered another variation of violent illusion-breaking, and also a clumsy method.

"Have you thought about it?"

Ji Ming's voice rang out from within the relic bottle that emitted magnetic light to control the sword's light.

The loosening of the golden talisman on the Perilous Path God in the bottle was naturally intentional on his part. To break through the Perilous Path God's defenses, nothing was more intimidating than his fierce appearance. And to participate in the final battle against the mud roots, using the Perilous Path God as a surprise weapon was the best approach.

He didn't want his cousin Zhang to join the battle at Nigen while he was still fighting this old demon Huangyou, and he didn't want Lu Zhenjun and the elders to be left out when they reminisced about the great calamity and the final battle.

This is a matter of face, and also a matter of influence.

Huang You, the old demon, and his avatar each swung their long arms, like wheels, and used Tongbei Fist to strike around Ji Ming's body. On one hand, they were guarding against Ji Ming's counterattack, and on the other hand, they used high-frequency punches to push the avatar to its limit.

"That's a stupid method!"

While waiting for the God of Danger's reply, Ji Ming gripped the Yuanbi Ruyi tightly.

Huang You, the old demon, ignored Ji Ming's words. His two bodies immediately fixed their gazes on the Ruyi, and as if sensing Ji Ming's intention, they shouted in unison, "Divine Qi Sword Slash!"

In an instant, the two figures moved like ghosts, their fists seemingly coming from all directions towards Ji Ming. It was as if the outside world was enveloped by the shadows of their fists. Ji Ming suddenly realized that his special skill had become public knowledge of the Cloud and Rain Temple.

Previously, the God of Danger had also, when the Ruyi transformed into a blade and merged with the Divine Qi, he immediately called out the name of the Divine Qi Sword Slash.

It seems that this information was already made public by someone before he arrived in the Great Cloud Floating Territory. Could it be that the remnants in the Southern Fire Territory sent the information? But none of those in that territory who had seen him fight had survived.

With a "snap," Ji Ming firmly grasped one of the fists.

"Have you beaten enough?"

As Ji Ming spoke, his fist suddenly yanked back.

Ji Ming released his palm, instantly loosening his fist and wrist. The next moment, his arm struck forward like a black snake emerging from its hole, snaking forward along the withdrawn fist and arm. Just as the old force of the fist and arm had dissipated and the new force had not yet arisen, it "bite" the arm and pulled it close. Meanwhile, the Ruyi in his other hand lashed out at the other.

(End of this chapter)