Wet viviparity

Chapter 951 Exorcising Demons, Two Little Saints
"clang!"

The ice field trembled, and the frozen sea stirred up ice dust tens of meters high.

The two figures of Qian Shou'er and Gu Yidi intersected in the exploding Xuanbing. On the star map on Qian Shou'er's back, Xingxiu Jiang appeared, stretched out his long-necked bird head, and bit the trembling sword blade. Stars sparked and froze the sword and the person who was wielding it.

"pity."

The sea breeze around Ji Ming stopped, and his earlobes ceased trembling.

Beneath Xu Shi, a long shadow was being cast, which resembled a black ravine on the ice field, from which a cold wind and blood rain blew, along with countless mournful wails and howls. The blood rain sprinkled crimson spots at the edge of the ice field.

Almost simultaneously, the alligator dragon under the seat of Lao Gaozhen of Longwan rushed out from below, crushing a snow hill and ice cliff, causing it to flip over.

Old Gao Zhen had two fleshy horns on his head, and his body underwent a partial demonic transformation. He looked at the black ravine on the icy plain that was spraying blood rain and emitting shrill howls, and exclaimed with delight, "This is the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts!"

In their communication with the spirits and deities of the underworld, the sorcerers and shamans of the human world gradually learn the art of "summoning ghosts" from them.

The practice of this kind of magic requires the primordial spirit to travel between the human world and the underworld. Some ghosts and gods who can freely travel between the two worlds can even cultivate this magic to the point of supernatural powers, and can directly open up the underworld and command hundreds of ghosts. This kind of supernatural power is called "Hundred Ghosts Night Parade".

He knew that Xu Shi, as a great ghost god in the Western Plague Palace, had once served as the leader of the Netherworld in the desolate places of the human world. When he used the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, he could definitely drive away several great ghost gods, which would greatly reduce the pressure.

"It's so big!"

With his mind slightly relaxed, he looked at the vast ice field and couldn't help but sigh.

It should be known that after completing the initial "Five Elements Rotation" exercise, the high-level cultivators of the Fifth Realm would rotate the Five Elements, draw boundaries on the ground, and construct a small world that is both real and virtual. It is usually only a few dozen acres in size, and a few hundred acres for the stronger ones. But this place is probably more than a thousand acres.

Of course, the Dharma realm is vast, but that doesn't necessarily mean it's powerful.

The Dharma realm constructed by the power of the Five Elements, though also called a microcosm, is ultimately not of true form and substance, and cannot be compared with the Yellow Court Outer Landscape, which is also called a microcosm.

Old Gao Zhen glanced at the ice field a few more times. Perhaps the waves formed by the power of the five elements within this realm were connected to the waves of the East China Sea outside, causing him to misjudge. However, the difference should not be significant. He dared not imagine what kind of power it would have if this realm were to shrink and concentrate its power at a single point.

"A precious coin, a contract; the contract secures the glory of the land."

The sound of chanting came from the sea breeze again, and Lao Gao shivered. His disheveled hair was blown by the cold wind. The chanting was still there: "Do not ask where the spiritual resources come from, for the palace in the clouds has measure."

"Click!"

The sound of ice cracking echoed incessantly, and Lao Gao's face turned pale.

"The Dharma realm has shrunk."

The black ravines, like scars on the earth, were viciously split open on the ice field.

A chilling wind and bloody rain surged forth from the abyss, and countless distorted plague demons and plague gods rose from it. They were like seriously ill patients; some were covered in pustules, some coughed incessantly and spewed out poisonous mist, and some were as thin as a rake but had bellies as big as drums.

Surrounded by plague demons and pestilence gods, four ghosts and gods comparable to Xu Shi sat atop a cloud of putrid wind and pus.

However, as soon as this terrifying scene of a hundred ghosts walking at night appeared, the sound of ice cracking resounded throughout the entire icy realm, and an invisible force crushed down from all directions.

The edge of the ice field began to glow, dancing wildly like a celestial maiden's ribbon. The sky seemed to lower, the earth seemed to rise, and the entire Dharma realm resembled a giant hand closing, with the black ravine spewing out yin and ghostly creatures at its center.

extrusion!

An irresistible pressure!
Ling Xuzi didn't even glance at those ghosts. He simply stood quietly on the lotus, but his immense magical power had already manifested as a tangible pressure through this Dharma realm.

"Crack. Boom!"

The ice layer at the edge of the black ravine shattered inch by inch under immense pressure, only to be forcibly mended and compacted by an even stronger force.

The plague demons that had just risen with the eerie winds were crushed before they could even let out a complete roar by the shrinking Dharma Realm, turning into puffs of foul-smelling black smoke, which were then evaporated by Ji Ming's horizontal eyes that were once again spewing heat. Xu Shi groaned, his connection with the underworld being forcibly severed. The foundation of his supernatural power that connected Yin and Yang—the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts—that black ravine, was being "squeezed out" of the mortal world by the power of the entire Dharma Realm.

The ravine itself began to twist and deform, as if it were being choked by a pair of invisible giant hands. The number of ghosts it spewed out decreased sharply, and the blood rain became sparse.

Inside the ravine, the four ghosts and gods all changed color.

They knew they were facing an unprecedented enemy, but they did not expect such pressure from the very beginning. They immediately joined forces to cast a spell to expand this Yin-Yang path in order to break through the Dharma realm from within.

"Shameless clown, daring to flaunt his spirit here."

Thousand Hands waved its hundred-armed Buddha hands, forming the Azure Lotus Hand and the Demon-Subduing Seal, and carried the Big Dipper constellation map down into the abyss. One by one, the Buddha hands formed seals struck the four ghosts and gods. The constellation generals in the star map on their backs sealed the Jade Balance Sword that was trembling violently in their mouths, while waving their arms and conjuring two ice blades in their palms, which fiercely cut down the ghosts and gods in the abyss.

"His Xuanming Star General has been refined to this level."

Xu Shi's eyes widened. He knew that two of the four ghosts were his colleagues from the Western Plague Palace.

I had long heard that Lingxuzi had advanced to the fifth realm before he was even a hundred years old, and now he had been in seclusion in Jiheng Mountain for more than sixty years. His Taiping Jiabu True Method must have made great progress, but I never expected it to be to this extent.

"No, what am I thinking? What am I thinking? How can I be distracted in the midst of this battle? This is an illusion." Xu Shi forced himself to wake up. He was now pressed onto the ice by the power of the Dharma Realm. He quickly stretched out a pale ghost hand and gripped the blood blister bag in his hand tightly.

As soon as the five claws exerted force, a sharp cry rang out, and his palm was cleaved open.

"Divine Qi."

A thought flashed through his mind, and he knew something was wrong. Then he saw a white lotus fall to a stop. In his severed hand, the blood sac, painstakingly crafted with his heart's blood, was oozing countless drops of acidic, poisonous blood, but it was still helplessly sucked into the porcelain bottle of the person on the lotus.

“Old Zhong, stop hiding your abilities. Quickly break through the Dharma Realm so that the Zen Master can know the situation here.”

The moment Xu Shi spoke, the old Gao Zhen's alligator had already reached the edge of the Dharma Realm. This was indeed a weak point in the Dharma Realm. Just as the alligator was exerting all its strength to try to break apart the power of the five elements at the edge, its body suddenly disappeared.

When the alligator dragon reappeared, it was already with Xu Shi, whose yin body had mostly dissipated in the heat light shone from its horizontal pupils.

Xu Shi frantically tried to escape out of the light, but as soon as he left the light, he would reappear in it, unable to leave forever. Thick black smoke evaporated from Yin's body, exposing his dark blue internal organs, which burned to ashes in a moment. Finally, he died in resentment.

Old Gao Zhen's figure disappeared without a trace, as if only his alligator dragon mount remained.

On the lotus, Ji Ming remained motionless. Just as he was about to speak, a piece of scales fell off the belly of the nearly dried-out alligator dragon, turning it back into the appearance of Old Gao Zhen.

Braving the scorching sun, he sang the last two lines of the "Song of Precious Money"—"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, in this peaceful and prosperous age, joy knows no bounds. Children in the streets clap and sing, precious money paves the way to the heavens!"
Ji Ming's eyes remained fixed, as did Lao Gao's, and the sizzling sound of grilling meat filled the air.

Finally, the heat in his eyes faded.

Old Gao truly believed he had made the right bet. Ling Xuzi had no interest in a cowardly loser, which was why he had been passively fighting from the beginning. The gap between the two was too great, and by not resisting so fiercely, he still had a glimmer of hope.

Of course, he also has his own trump cards.

"You are quite interesting."

Ji Ming looked down at the old Gao Zhen, examining the demonic features on his body, and said with a smile.

Beyond the Dharma Realm, above the ocean waves, a tiger's roar resounded, sending up waves more than ten feet high.

A colossal black shadow, several meters tall, stood majestically. It was a giant black tiger draped in an old kasaya and with huge prayer beads around its neck. A gentle yet resilient halo of Buddhist light slowly rotated around its body, radiating an aura of power.

He had long since found the Dharma Realm amidst the Thousand Waves, but he had not yet made a move, simply because the fairy maidens outside the Red Beauty Cave of the Rock of Ill-fated Life, whom he had bribed at great expense, had sent word that Ling Xuzi had already taken the object that carried that divine magic—the meaning of the flower heart facing the sun.

"Now that Ling Xuzi has arrived at the Red Beauty Cave, who exactly is this Ling Xuzi in this Dharma Realm? Why can't even I see through his true form?"

(End of this chapter)