Wet viviparity

Chapter 212: Skin, Pupa Transformation
Ancestral temple, in front of the ancestral monument.

The boy who was sweeping the floor climbed up and down, wiping here and dusting there, sprinkling some water from time to time to avoid stirring up dust.

A boy was practicing a skill while sweeping, which was the Dust-Sweeping Kung Fu. This skill was a simplified version of the "Brushing Jade Kung Fu" and could be practiced even before one's foundation was established, laying a good foundation for formal practice.

A broom was sweeping back and forth on the ground, sometimes like a swimming snake, sometimes sweeping across, raising a cloud of dust that lingered.

The key to this dust-sweeping skill is all in the twisting and turning of the hands. This Taoist boy has been practicing this skill for a long time, and thick calluses have already formed on the inside of his hands, which is why he has achieved this state.

While sweeping, the boy suddenly frowned.

On the ground, a piece of paper was swept out from somewhere, a ball of black and wrinkled paper.

The Taoist boy swept it with the broom, and found that the paper was more resilient than he had imagined, and it seemed that it could not be torn by sweeping. Perhaps it was not paper, because many black scabs fell off it.

The tender white color revealed under the hard scabs immediately attracted the Taoist boy. This color reminded him of the female Taoist priests in Longcui Courtyard.

Once, when he was accompanying a young supervisor from the storeroom to deliver new Taoist robes to the Longcui Courtyard, a blue-eyed Taoist woman in the courtyard, seeing that he was young, actually changed her clothes in front of him.

He still can't forget that dazzling whiteness.

Just as he was about to bend down and pick up the skin, a hand reached out first. It was a slender long arm with the color of iron and stone, slightly reflective, and divided into two parts.

The lower part of the forearm seemed to be slightly covered by the upper arm, and at the end of the forearm were two hook-like fingers that hooked up the skin.

The Taoist boy didn't dare to stand up straight and stood there frozen. There was a shadow of a body in front of him, but it was not a human shadow, and the "arm" just now was not a human arm.

There was a strong vibration sound of "click" in his ears, and the shadow on the ground was disappearing quickly. The Taoist boy quickly looked up.

Outside the gate of the ancestral hall, a huge humanoid insect with a body as shiny as iron and stone was vibrating its film-like wings. Then the strange insect disappeared completely, disappearing extremely abruptly.

Just as the Taoist boy was about to chase after him, he suddenly missed a step and fell into a pit, where he saw a strange-looking insect shell.

"Brother Duan!"

Two frightened boys nearby came over, lay down beside the pit and shouted a few times with concern, and then discussed asking for help from the adults in the other courtyard.

"Don't call for help, I'm fine. This is... our chance."

The Taoist boy in the pit was stroking the insect shell excitedly. As he spoke, the two boys beside the pit stopped being frightened and their eyes lit up.

On the Yintai Mountain, there are the remains of the Shannan Pit.

A gust of white evil wind fell down and scattered on the ground, turning this place into frost and ice. A tall figure about ten feet tall appeared.

Ji Ming folded his thin wings behind his back, closed the two outward-spreading elytra, and then raised his two pairs of slender limbs, one after another, and held them up to the sky, with the lowest pair of limbs standing straight on the ground.

On his head, there was a big triangular helmet, or rather, his whole body was wrapped in a thick bright iron helmet.

In the forked horn on its head, there was an earthy yellow light shining, faintly forming a secret talisman. On this horn, there was a magic spell that he obtained after he transformed into a pupae - the Rock-Moving Treasure Shovel.

Ji Ming was not happy. On his face, there was a twisting spiral roll with holes in it, and holes in the holes, as if it was endless.

Even if he put his own spiritual power into this face to explore, it would inexplicably disappear in the hole, and then he would be able to hear the "voice" in his own soul.

Ji Ming couldn't understand such a sound at the moment, so he turned to listen to other sounds.

After transforming into a pupa, the nine pairs of snail ears gathered together to form such a terrifying snail-shaped ear hole. He had to listen all the time, otherwise he would hear the "Tao sound" from Huang Tian.

He already understood what Yi Su Fanian meant by the transformation into a strange being, and it was probably reflected in this appearance.

Ji Ming didn't know if he could listen all the time to divert the attention of his ears from the "Tao Yin", but he had to break up with Su Luo before that.

Take out the scabby skin, shake it violently, and the whole piece of skin will be thrown off.

The blood scabs on it were shaken off, floating like flying debris, revealing the white and greasy skin on the skin, and the blue skull rolled in it was also shaken out, but there was no relic. "Relics." Ji Ming sighed in his heart. If the blue skull is a key to enter the "charnel ground", then the relic is the energy that keeps the soul alive in it.

Now the Blue Skull's ability to serve as a key has been wiped out, and his relics have been completely consumed in this journey, with not even a trace of residue being brought out.

Ji Ming knew in his heart that the correct way to walk in the Yin was to break through to the fourth level of the Golden Core Realm, allowing his primordial spirit to transform into a "Yin Spirit". Only then could his Yin Spirit leave his body and he walk in the Yin freely.

Now he is just consuming treasures luxuriously.

If Su Luo had not been chasing him so closely, he would have had a better use of the relic.

"come out!"

Ji Ming shouted an order, and a figure crawled out of the pit on the ground.

The figure was like a hairless ape, twisting its body and crawling out along the shadow on the ground, holding a heavy iron pestle in its mouth, and looking at Ji Ming vigilantly.

"Have you been staying here?"

"Yes." Qian Geng placed the demon-subduing iron pestle within his reach and grinned, "I have been patrolling nearby and waiting for you to appear again."

"You don't trust me, Qian Geng."

Ji Ming took a step forward and his figure flashed in front of Qian Geng. Qian Geng picked up the iron pestle and threw it at him, but Ji Ming's insect arm hooked it firmly and withstood Qian Geng's great force.

Qian Geng retreated immediately, leaving behind a shadow, but next to each shadow, there was always a figure following him.

Ji Ming walked leisurely in the garden. The force of each step produced a huge propulsion force on the body, thus gaining extraordinary speed. This is the talent of Si Guizi - a hundred times the strength.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm not scared. I know you're not the master."

"Haha~"

The chuckle from Ji Ming's mouth was like a devilish sound that made Qian Geng feel uneasy. During the high-speed movement, Qian Geng could feel that the other party was getting closer and closer, and a terrifying face flashed before his eyes.

Yin's body became heavier and heavier, Qian Geng fell to the ground exhausted, with Ji Ming sitting on his back.

"You are hiding your abilities."

As Ji Ming spoke, he kept his limbs raised to the sky.

This posture is just for good looks. After all, the insect body is ugly. If it doesn't pretend to be mysterious and decorate its appearance, how can it give psychological pressure to others?

"I am just following the master's orders." Qian Geng lay on the ground in a humiliating posture and said, "You don't care about my thoughts. You are just using me to measure yourself."

Ji Ming nodded, Qian Geng was as sharp as ever.

"As a tool to measure me, you don't seem to be willing to cooperate with me. Are you going to obey your master's words like this?"

Qian Geng did not move, and said calmly: "Zen Master Su Luo is in Xiaoxi Mountain. He has not given up the pursuit. He has a group of hawks and dogs in the mountain, waiting for you to appear."

"I can hear him!"

Ji Ming's face turned towards the direction of Xiaoxi Mountain, and the hole within the hole was slowly shrinking and expanding.

"It's time to end it." The fierce and ugly insect body shook and transformed into a four-armed monk, but the ear holes on the spiral surface, the elytra and the round back could not be completely transformed. He said quietly on the spot: "The sea of ​​suffering has no shore, and turning back will be lost in the weeds."

A piece of leather then floated out and landed in Qian Geng's hand.

(End of this chapter)