Wet viviparity

Chapter 872 Divine Needle, A Small Thought
"This is the Myriad Manifestations Needle, a secret technique refined into magic, and then transformed into the Formless Divine Needle through three steps: Dharma Intent, Secret Refinement, and Dharma Resonance. Although it is not yet a supernatural power, it is now close to a supernatural power thanks to the Taoist and Buddhist teachings of the two monks, who are at the fifth level of the Fetal Spirit Realm."

Ji Ming thought to himself.

The two monks, Liao Jie and Liao Guo, who delivered this fatal blow, extinguished the two flames of Buddha completely, leaving not even a trace behind.

Amidst the gradually dissipating invisible needle-like intent, only two beams of rainbow light flew through the air, indicating that the two monks had entered the state of rainbow transformation. It is unknown to whom this final small rainbow transformation is intended to be fulfilled. Could it be the monk Jueguang, the disciple of the two monks?

A blue halo descended upon the mud roots, and the divine light that had illuminated everything above and below had vanished. The infant spirit was receiving special care from the formless divine needles, with countless needles wriggling and piercing its meridians and bone marrow. The slightest movement caused it to experience stinging, numbness, and itching all over its body, and it had gone blind, making it difficult for even its primordial spirit to see anything.

His two- or three-foot-tall body flew around like a headless fly, crashing into the pit and against the walls of the ground, every part of his body aching.

Beneath the tangled web of muddy roots, the Zhao Du Luo god let out a muffled roar mixed with pain and rage, and his magical and magnificent body, seven or eight zhang tall, began to tremble violently uncontrollably.

Although he was struck by the Boundless Divine Needle, he ultimately received a helping hand from the Full Divine Infant, and was not dragged into the stage of being about to recover but not yet recovered by the Unfulfilled Wish-Fulfilling Spiritual Light.

"The dust has settled!"

"The wind, hidden deep in the mud, said."

"not necessarily."

On Zhao Duluo, the spirit ribbon passed back and forth across his body like a ghost, bringing out invisible needles that fell to the ground. Although the needles were so tiny, Ji Ming heard a crisp clanging sound.

Zhao Duluo, the divine general, slowly floated into the air, his celestial robes fluttering like a moonlit banner. He said to Ji Ming, "Want to do it again?"

Ji Ming knew that even if the "Unfulfilled Wishes" spiritual light were used again on the Du Luo Divine General, its effect would be greatly reduced. If the divine mud here truly possessed the supreme power to absorb remnants and bring life back to life, then the one before him was Niu Jinniu, one of the Seven Northern Mansions, and also one of the participants in the Milky Way Sky Collapse incident, a former Heavenly Demon Mansion who dared to defy the heavens.

While summoning the Divine General Du Luo—no, when Niu Jinniu was asking questions—Ji Ming had already boarded the Divine Chariot of Qi Gong and simultaneously cast the Unfinished Ruyi Spiritual Light upon Zhang Xiaoyuan, who had been cut in two, causing the spell he received to be frozen in the Unfinished state.

It must be said that Zhang Xiaoyuan has indeed mastered the method of physical immortality. Even so, he can still maintain the vitality of the Great Roc's true body. The exposed organs still retain their functions and are all in their respective positions, without falling out of the wound.

"Ha~"

Seeing that Ji Ming did not reply, Niu Jinniu let out a long breath, which lasted for four or five breaths, as if he was expelling all the pent-up emotions in his body.

He seemed to completely disregard everyone present, and said with great selflessness, "I never thought I could come back, let alone return in this way. Now, this newly conceived innate spirit of mine is no longer the same as the Taurus of the past."

But what does it matter? To be able to rise from the dead, to remain steadfast in my beliefs, to continue to revere the Yellow King—that means I am still me.

As he finished speaking, he slowly raised his arms and placed them on either side of the white bull's face. He began to exert force, tearing the skin of the face beneath his hands apart, ripping open the thin seam that had already healed.

"Fizz!"

A faint, chilling tearing sound rang out. As the white cow's face was completely torn apart, a handsome, crimson human face was revealed. The upper lip was stretched open, revealing two rows of tightly clenched white teeth, as if the person was extremely angry.

"really interesting!"

The wrathful face spoke, "Two aspects in one body, perfect balance. Has such a new method already existed in this era? I hope my past fighting techniques have not been eliminated by this era."

"Kill Lingxuzi first! Kill Lingxuzi first!"

In just a short while, Man Shenying seemed to have adapted to his current state of physical disability and blindness, using sound to locate his flight while constantly urging Niu Jinniu onwards.

"I'm getting a little annoyed."

Niu Jinniu tilted his head and said.

"Uh," Man Shenying uttered a sound of inexplicable fear in his astonishment, his body frozen in place due to tension.

"Ah ha ha"

"Hahaha"

"Hahaha"

The entire Forbidden Mountain echoed with Niu Jinniu's unrestrained, flamboyant, and joyful laughter. Ji Ming gripped the round rudder of the divine chariot tightly, staring at Lu Zhenjun's figure. Even at this moment, Lu Zhenjun still did not make a move.

Ji Ming's gaze involuntarily fell upon the Chaos General. Its mysterious form—four claws, six wings, and nine drums—clearly demonstrated the general's enigmatic nature; it was undoubtedly one of Lu Zhenjun's trump cards. As the leader of Taiping Mountain, Lu Zhenjun couldn't have been unaware of the worst-case scenario. Now, this final stage was his.

As Ji Ming felt the extreme malice emanating from Man Shenying and the domineering aura of Niu Jinniu, he felt as if he had returned to the time when he first entered the Dao, constantly enduring the survival pressure of Zen Master Su Luo.

"as you wish!"

After saying this, Niu Jinniu raised his right hand, clenched it, and waved it horizontally.

Ji Ming didn't move his hand on the chariot's round rudder, not because he didn't want to start the chariot, but because he knew he couldn't avoid it.

"fine?"

Ji Ming was relieved but also deeply surprised that none of the several layers of protective aura on his body had been damaged.

"Full of Divine Infants!" Da Feng exclaimed in alarm.

Several gazes fell upon the suspended infant spirit, which had been cut in two. The cut was very smooth, and one could see the faintly reflecting divine needles on the internal organs that were squeezed together inside.

With two "thuds," the two pieces of the body, still carrying their momentum, fell to the ground in an arc.

Amidst the scattered wet filth and splattered blood and flesh, the two halves of the body simultaneously propped up their upper bodies and said to Niu Jinniu, "Who exactly are you?"

Niu Jinniu didn't speak. He raised his right hand again, his palm clenching as if he were holding a sword. He then swung it at Ji Mingheng on the chariot. This time, everyone saw it clearly: it was a streak of platinum light.

The platinum beam struck Man Shenying again. Because the speed of the strike was too fast, all that could be seen was Man Shenying's body, which had been cut into four pieces.

"Come again!"

Niu Jinniu said to Lu Zhenjun, who had already begun to form incantations.

He raised his hand again and aimed it at Ji Ming, who once again felt the tension between life and death, unable to dodge or defend himself.

"Don't!"

The infant spirit, which had already been cut into four pieces, shouted.

He had already figured it out: the instant Niu Jinniu's platinum thread of light cut out, Lu Zhenjun had forcibly changed Niu Jinniu's intention, causing the platinum thread of light to change its target midway and cut into him instead.

The battered bird, its body huddled deep within the crevices of the muddy roots, thought to itself once more, "The dust has settled!"

"I'm almost understanding it."

Niu Jinniu looked at Man Shenying with his crimson, angry face and said, "Hold on a little longer. Once I figure out how his subtle thoughts hidden in my body cover my intentions and command my true form, I will help you avenge your great grudge."

Lu Zhenjun stared at Niu Jinniu and said, "This method is called the 'Great and Small Thoughts Shifting Spiritual Method.' Since I created this method, only the two ancestors Gan Xiong and Wu Ling in heaven and earth have known about it. Even my master who died early did not know about this method."

After this method was established, neither the two old men, nor the two monks, nor anyone else in the world could stop Taiping Mountain's resurgence and dominance.

On the mountain of Dayunfu, there is a body with two heads and four arms standing on the peak of Aoshou Peak. The four arms are outstretched, and the skin of the body shines brightly in the sunlight.

He stood to the right, with a jade-like face and crimson eyes. His eyebrows were arched to his temples, and a faint light seemed to flow from his eyelashes. Suddenly, he was heard chanting an incantation in a loud voice: "The celestial pivot turns, the mist returns to emptiness; the Milky Way rolls back, the divine curtain binds itself!"

As soon as the incantation was finished, the four hands formed a mudra like lotus petals opening and closing. The mist that had been enveloping them immediately rolled away. At first, it was like a steamer opening its lid, with white steam rising and billowing. Then, it was like a whale sucking in water, with the clouds surging for miles below the mountain. Ten miles of white silk were seen churning and waves crashing, and rainbow colors disintegrating. Thousands of wisps of air were drawn from the gaps in the mountains and forests, converging into a spiraling jade ribbon.

In a moment, the fog lifted, and the sky and earth became clear and bright.

The once ten-mile-long white curtain hanging from the mountaintop has now been rolled up into a three-foot-long veil of mist.

The Crimson-Willed Gentleman held up a swirling mist in his palms beneath his ribs, the iridescent colors of his armor reflecting the clear glow of the mist.

The nearby guardian deities, Rain Master Shang Yang and the Venerable Kong Le, came to offer their congratulations. As soon as they approached Chi Yi Lang Jun, they saw his expression change, as if he had become a different person. He unfurled the mist towards them, and after it settled, he rolled it up like a cloth.

(End of this chapter)