Wet viviparity

Chapter 574 Ziming, the Dragon Fisherman
On Guankou Mountain, Taihe's soul returned and became a human body again.

He and his disciple Xu Yanzi were deducing the situation in the small blessed land and were both feeling discouraged. Suddenly, they heard a whistling sound outside the mountain and felt hot. They thought that Lingxuzi was showing off his Gangfeng magic again, but unexpectedly, the whole mountain began to shake.

"Hurry up, the nearby small blessed land will collapse in an instant."

Lord Ran shouted outside.

"what!"

Tai Hezi slapped his legs suddenly and jumped up. The disaster he tried every means to avoid still happened. He was so angry that his mind was blocked and he fell straight back.

In the small blessed land, Wen Daoyu was both worried and expectant, and these two emotions were captured by Qingbolong on the side.

Qingbolong was a little confused. He didn't know what Wen Daoyu was expecting. Such an unexpected disaster befell, and several powerful enemies attacked one after another. The entire Heguan was destroyed. He didn't know how much of his cultivation wealth was damaged.

The three regions of Guhe Prefecture lack education, and their Taoism is mediocre. The Taoist assets in the prefecture are not as flourishing as those in other prefectures. Once this huge fortune is destroyed, it will take many years to accumulate it again.

He knew that a lot of wealth was accumulated by Heguan during his conquest of Lingnan, and now his vitality was seriously damaged.

Before Qingbolong could think about it, the ground shook in front of him in an instant, followed by a rumbling sound like thunder rolling along the surface, and then there was a sharp sound of metal clashing, as if thousands of troops were dragging a bronze chariot across a glacier.

Qingbolong's eyes widened. The scene before him made it difficult for him to breathe, as if his chest was being pressed down by a huge rock.

"go!"

The sudden change before his eyes made Wen Daoyu's expectations even stronger. He shouted to Qingbo Dragon and then fled out of the small blessed land.

The moment the man and the dragon fled into the air, the rock platform they were standing on had turned into powder. Tens of thousands of sharp rock fragments were like being shot by giant crossbows, brushing past their clothes and instantly cutting through the clouds in the sky.

In the sky, close to the strong wind layer in the upper realm of spiritual space.

Luo Ji and Zhang Xiaoyuan flew here, where they could check the direction of the mountains and rivers and the overall picture of the blessed land.

"Senior Brother Jintong finally took this step."

Luo Ji's tone was full of confusion, and she said to Zhang Xiaoyuan: "With his potential, there is no need to do this. Even if he is not the main cause of the destruction of the small blessed land, this will leave him with a bad reputation, which will greatly hinder his future."

"Maybe he did it on purpose."

Zhang Xiaoyuan looked down and seemed to have realized something.

Below, the entire mountain ridge was being swallowed by an invisible giant mouth, and what was rising from the inky cracks was not dust, but solid orange-red smoke columns.

The smoke column was pushed up into the sky by the powerful momentum in the earth's lungs, and crashed into the sky like a ferocious creature, and suddenly blossomed into a thousand-acre red-gold bud, with fireworks and flowing rocks in each petal.

Roaring sounds were still coming from deep within the earth's lungs, and purple-red fire waves carrying marrow magma shot up into the sky. When encountering wind and clouds, they immediately condensed into a rain of arrows. Wherever they reached, the forest and sea were instantly carbonized into large, hideous black shadows.

Ji Ming was at a side area of ​​the column of smoke rising into the sky, surrounded by flying lights and flowing rocks, which passed by him. He could even see a peak being thrown up like burned coal, and it fell down with a loud bang when it reached a hundred feet below him.

He admired his "masterpiece" in the hot wind and smoke.

The small blessed land of Luoxi, which had blessed Heguan for hundreds of years, has been submerged by the boiling lava waterfall.

Diaolongtan is more like a purgatory furnace. The white rainbow formed by the evaporation of the pond water has not yet dissipated, but the blazing lava erupting from the bottom of the pond has already torn it into pieces.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, ancient trees that were thousands of years old were either uprooted and suspended in the air to burn, or licked by the underground fire and turned into charred pillars. All of this was created in a moment.

I don't know if it was Ji Ming's illusion, but in the sea of ​​fire under the earth's lungs, a very fine green smoke was seen gushing out, looming in the red and black smoke column, rushing up towards the sunlight, as if piercing the sky. "This is the earth's qi rising up, breaking through the nine heavens' strong winds, seducing the clear and spiritual qi of the sky, causing the yin and yang to interact.
Could it be that the evil dog priest's speculation was not false, and that the Immortal Ziming really had this hidden plot, to take advantage of the opportunity to open up the earth and rebuild the small blessed land with the Xuanhuang mother energy?"

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Ji Ming rejected it himself.

Putting aside whether or not Immortal Ziming has such great magical powers, just to talk about the feat of recreating this blessed land, it is necessary to first let the power of the stars of the Southern Dipper descend from the upper realm of the spiritual sky to stabilize the terrain of this area.

Otherwise, once the ground opens, the ground will become unstable and the entire area will overturn. Even immortals cannot tolerate such a thing that damages one's morality.

The sky was already burning red, with a funnel-shaped column of smoke that did not dissipate for a long time. Suddenly, in the center of the funnel, where the sky broke and the light leaked out, there was a cluster of auspicious clouds and mist. In the middle of the clouds, there was a Taoist with two buns, wearing a white robe with wide sleeves, holding a whisk, with an ancient appearance, singing:

I met Long An while fishing in Xuanxi River, and built a star altar on the top of Qingyang Mountain. The jade formula enlightened the old green pine, and the command of rain turned the clouds and the white silk was cold.

Eat clouds and drink stones for three hundred turns, wear fire and burn the body for nine turns of elixir. Cloud clothes roll outside the gate of heaven, and the purple palace still visits Nanhua Yuan.

The Taoist was seen carrying an acre of auspicious clouds and mist as he descended into the fireworks. Ji Ming's eyes moved, and then he plunged into the heavy smoke and quickly followed.

The auspicious clouds and mist were shaped like lotus leaves, resting above the fiery mouth of Diaolong Pond. The fiery energy was absorbed by the clouds, and the auspicious clouds grew bigger, like a canopy covering the mountains, supporting the pond mouth which was like a furnace.

A Taoist priest with double buns was sitting cross-legged on the cloud, with a familiar figure standing beside him. It was none other than Taoist Feihu.

"master!"

Ji Ming stepped forward and said.

The appearance of Taoist Feihu made Ji Ming more certain of the Taoist's identity. He was none other than the elder brother of Heguan Patriarch - Immortal Ziming.

The old Taoist gave Ji Ming a reassuring look, and then watched the Taoist perform a spell in the clouds.

The Taoist closed his eyes and chanted an incantation, then shook his whisk three times, then waved his sleeves in the air, and a real dragon with white scales flew out from his sleeves. The dragon stretched out its sharp claws, and climbed up on the flowing smoke and red fire. In a moment, it soared a thousand feet. The dragon roared three times, and then the people from the Thunder Department appeared.

The cloud-pushing boy and the fog-blowing warrior under the Xingyun Division, the wind-collecting woman and the Xunfengyu boy under the Hufeng Division, as well as the thunder and lightning officials from the Wulei Palace and the Qudianyuan, all displayed their divine power and magical powers, and heavy thunder and lightning flashed, and wind and rain came suddenly.

"What a sweet rain that puts out fires and wards off disasters!"

Not far away, a dragon shadow came over and someone on the dragon shouted.

"Dragon Fishing Man."

Ji Ming's heart skipped a beat and he said to himself.

The dragon shadow approached, pushing away the smoke and fire around it, and gently landed on the auspicious clouds. The dragon's eyes lit up, and it immediately noticed Ji Ming in the strong wind, and said, "It was you who caused this disaster."

With a "slap" sound, before Ji Ming could say anything, the red-maned dragon was slapped hard by the dragon fisherman who was riding on its neck.

Diaolong Weng glanced at Lingxuzi. This was the fourth time he had met Lingxuzi.

One time was when Lingxuzi and his master came to Lingpixiu to ask for a meeting, hoping that he could become Lingxuzi's disciple; another time was at the Taiping Conference before World War II, when Lingxuzi was conferred the title of Taoist general; and another time was after the Chaogou Mountain incident, when Lingxuzi was convicted in the ancestral hall.

This was the last time. The Dragon Diaoweng knew that the two of them did not have a very good impression of each other, but it was not very bad either. They were just strangers.

"Master Ziming!"

The dragon fisherman dismounted the dragon and bowed to the Tao.

(End of this chapter)