Wet viviparity

Chapter 968 Hope, Junior Disciple
“Much more comfortable!”

On the Sumeru pedestal, Ji Ming chuckled twice and said.

While inside the body of the weasel demon, his primordial spirit felt extremely uncomfortable after exerting only a little effort. However, inside the body of the woman known as the "Golden Demon Hand," he finally felt a sense of relief.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly frowned and thought to himself, "They came so fast. On the way, I clearly set up a fire escape restriction and even used the method of capturing and utilizing the tribulation thoughts passed down by the old golden rooster to summon about a hundred winged tribulation thoughts out of thin air to help me set up a dangerous array."

Well, how should I put it! My dear disciple Mingyue has indeed made great progress, and I am very pleased!

"What did you do to her?" The Taoist instinctively raised his hand in front of him, took a step back, and the protective aura around his body caved in and shattered as he felt a real pressure. This change made him even more at a loss.

"There's still some time."

Ji Ming reached out and grabbed the Taoist's Enchanted Earth Robe, then draped it over his own shoulders. "I don't mind taking advantage of this time to have a friendly spar with you to stretch your muscles, but I'd rather sit down and have a chat."

Or to put it another way, Silver Hand, I'm giving you one chance to summon back that ferocious god.

“Ha~
ha~
Ha~

The Taoist priest took a deep breath; the crushing pressure and the extreme thrill of life and death made him sweat profusely.

Salty sweat seeped into his eyes, making him look even more disheveled. He began to chant a spell, a hymn to summon a strong wind.

"Come quickly."

Come quick!

About a hundred miles away, a strong wind was riding the divine wind blowing up from the Xun direction, colliding fiercely with the One Yuan Heavy Water Wall activated by You Rongzi.

Each of his dives, each fierce clash after a flap of his wings, unleashed a deafening roar, followed by billowing, incredibly heavy steam rising from the wall.

In the midst of this intense battle, a subtle yet exceptionally clear voice, like a maggot clinging to a bone, kept echoing deep within Da Feng's primordial spirit. This tiny voice, as small as the fluttering of a mosquito's wings, repeatedly called his name.

At first, Da Feng didn't pay any attention, taking it as just the panicked cries of the little demon below.

But he quickly realized something was wrong. He knew that although he was a first-class demon immortal, he was easily targeted by those with ulterior motives due to his innate deficiencies, especially his weak and stagnant primordial spirit.

"The Art of Calling the Name and Capturing the Spirit!"

Da Feng was furious and wanted to control his emotions, but he felt that his emotions were like a runaway horse and his reason was as fragile as a thread. He tried to concentrate his mind to resist, but his not-so-profound sexual skills were ineffective. Instead, the mental struggle distracted him.

You Rongzi shrewdly seized this fleeting opportunity, casually unleashing several water mines. He didn't seek to achieve any merit, but only to enrage the wind and disrupt its composure, thus coordinating with Senior Brother Li Zhu's remotely cast Name-Calling and Spirit-Suppressing Technique.
"Wow!"

A sharp whistle blew, and the fierce light in its eyes intensified. Just then, another voice joined in.

He was more familiar with this voice; it was the Silver Demon Hand, who had stayed behind at Nigen, chanting his praises and calling him back to Nigen. This call made him inexplicably more awake.

"Ugh!"

Li Zhu, who was far away on Taiping Mountain, and You Rongzi, who was right here, both sighed softly at the same time.

You Rongzi understood that even with Li Zhu's remote spellcasting support, he was ultimately powerless to do anything alone. Even a crippled evil god was still an evil god.

So he withdrew his magic power and prepared to ask the Taiping Zhenjun of the sect for help. He was very resistant to this idea of ​​asking for help, after all, he had just broken through the seclusion and wanted to prove himself even if he was facing this fierce demon immortal.

He knew that now was not the time to be competitive. Even if he used his trump card, the result would not change much. Da Feng's strength was what it was. So he decisively bowed to the direction of Taiping Mountain Cave. After only a breath or two, a long, green sword light fell down and pinned Da Feng to the ground without any fancy moves.

Pinned to the ground by the sword shadows, Da Feng remained motionless, not because he couldn't move, but because he was too frightened to move.

"True Lord!"

he murmured.

Having personally experienced and survived the great calamity, he understood better than anyone else in the battle the terrifying power of the "Chaos God General" forged by Lu Zhenjun, even though that Chaos God General hadn't actually made a move during the calamity. At this moment, the thought, "I did my best," even sprouted in his heart.

The call of the Silver Demon Hand still echoed in his mind, making him inexplicably irritable. He couldn't vent his fierce energy, and his primordial spirit felt swollen and painful.

“It’s so noisy!

Shut up!!"

A sudden gust of wind raised the ferocious bird's head, and it let out a furious shout from afar towards the direction of the mud roots.

With this shout, the city walls shook and pillars trembled. Far beyond the muddy roots, the Silver Demon Hand, who was chanting hymns with all his might, suddenly stopped.

Silver Demon Hand's eyes bulged out suddenly, bloodshot, his face still showing the urgency and a glimmer of hope from his call. The next moment, Ji Ming suddenly raised his hand, and with a "poof," Silver Demon Hand's body exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist mixed with bone fragments and flesh, which Ji Ming pushed aside from a distance.

"Really... we can't count on any of them!"
"With such a menacing deity and such a cloud-and-rain temple, how can I expect you to stand against the Zhao family of the True Spirit Sect?"

Ji Ming stood up from the Sumeru pedestal and looked at the two people walking towards him in the dim light. The one walking first was Mingyue Tongzi, followed by Biti Daoren. Jiang Hongqiong did not come with them. It seemed that she was injured in the restriction array and could not come over to fight, so as not to hold them back.

Frankly speaking, real people like Jiang Hongqiong, who break through to the fourth realm step by step, are becoming increasingly invisible in the modern era and cannot be regarded as qualified fighters.

"Golden Demon Hand, is this the purpose of your Cloud and Rain Temple? Going to such lengths just to cure the Perilous Path God?!"

The magical artifact, the Jade of Separation, shaped like a crescent moon, spun and floated behind the Bright Moon Boy. As he continued to approach Ji Ming, he stared at the perilous path covered by roots and said.

About twenty steps away from the Sumeru Throne, Mingyue Tongzi suddenly stopped, and Li Biti, who was following behind, also stopped immediately. Both of them noticed that the void was filled with the same kind of primordial spirit power.

"Is the Golden Demon Hand really that powerful?"

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Mingyue Tongzi's temples as he thought to himself, "If this level of primordial spirit power is what it is, then the restrictions and traps we encountered along the way could very well have been her doing."

Why am I so unlucky? My task of guarding the forbidden mountain was supposed to be easy, not only earning me a lot of good karma, but also allowing me to dig up some rare herbs to refine into pills. It was a lucrative job, but then this happened.

"If only I had dawdled a bit earlier and waited for someone with higher cultivation to take my place, why did I have to show off in front of this rising star, Junior Brother Li? Now I'm in a real dilemma."

"You're not thinking of how to get away with this, are you?!"

Ji Ming stood on the Sumeru pedestal, arms crossed, and spoke.

His youngest disciple became increasingly lazy with age, always trying to get by and taking advantage of any opportunities. It was through this approach that he managed to cultivate all the way to the fourth level of the Golden Core realm, accumulating a very deep foundation.

Having said that, Ji Ming lifted his foot on the Sumeru pedestal and gently placed it down.

"boom!"

Accompanied by the sound of stomping feet, the vast primordial spirit power that permeated the void instantly condensed into a tangible pressure, descending upon Mingyue Tongzi and Li Biti.

Li Biti reacted extremely quickly, almost instinctively channeling his true qi and magical power. The phantom of the Dragon Lord Giant Spirit General instantly condensed outside his body, with his bones being the first to solidify, bearing the pressure with a cracking sound as muscles rapidly wove together on his bones.

However, it was too rushed!

The giant spirit only had time to form a half-body skeleton and a vague outline of pectoral muscles that barely enveloped him and the bright moon child before the heavy pressure slammed down.

The newly formed half of the giant spirit's body couldn't even hold on for a moment before it was crushed amidst a teeth-grinding cracking sound. Li Biti and Mingyue Tongzi, like two nails, were crushed heavily into the rock layer below.

Are you serious?

Ji Ming looked at the Bright Moon Boy, who was blocking Li Biti in the pit, and asked.

(End of this chapter)