Chapter 88 Killing the Demon

Duckweed Mountain is located close to the mainland and the outer sea of ​​Xumi. The mountain has a large top and a thin root, just like duckweed, hence the name.

A figure landed on the top of the mountain.

Jing He coughed a few times, covered the corners of his mouth with his hands, and swallowed all the blood he spit out.

The Taoist crown had been knocked off, and his long black and white hair fell on his shoulders. His chest was sunken and his Taoist robe was torn. Through the big hole in the robe on his chest, broken bones and new white flesh could be vaguely seen.

He clenched his teeth and spat out a mouthful of pure magic power mixed with a little blood onto the Han sword in his hand. The magic weapon became spiritual, humming, and turned into a stream of light.

The stream of light passed over the fisherman on the mountainside, cutting him in half, but Jinghe showed no joy. He had chased him from the Dadao Temple to this Fuping Mountain, covering more than ten thousand miles, from dusk to dawn, using all his means and knowing the enemy's strengths long ago.

This sword will not take the fisherman's life.

Sure enough, the fisherman who was split into two halves did not shed any blood. Instead, he turned into two pools of white water and seeped into the ground. As soon as the lush green grass came into contact with it, it lost its vitality and turned into black powder, burning a large black hole in the green vegetation.

A few dozen steps away from here, a drop of dew on a grass leaf grew in the wind and turned into an old man holding a fishing pole.

"Jinghe, if you let me go, I will definitely repay you in the future!"

The fisherman coughed dryly a few times. There were many sword marks on his body and his inside was a mess. He wanted to surrender.

"wishful thinking."

Along with the low voice, the sword light became faster and faster.

The fisherman was extremely disgusted with this dog-skin plaster-like scene and was furious. He made hand gestures and chanted an incantation, and his jade bamboo pole danced out thousands of green shadows.

bang bang

The sound of the collision of magic weapons resounded throughout the night sky, exploding countless spiritual lights, and the shadows of poles flew everywhere, which for a moment suppressed the sword light.

"Hehe, Jinghe, stop now and let me go. We've been fighting for almost a whole night and you are already exhausted. Do you really want to sacrifice your thousand years of cultivation just to kill me?" The fisherman gasped.

This Jinghe took the wrong medicine. I don't think I have ever offended him? Why is he so difficult to deal with? He even dares to use the life-threatening method.

The fisherman naturally had a keen eye and had long seen that Jinghe did not have much magic power. He was only relying on his true blood to forcefully squeeze the power out of the demon, using a life-and-death tactic that would disintegrate the sky and the demon, resulting in mutual losses.

He is a peerless demon with a perverse temperament. Under such oppression, he becomes even more ferocious.

The fisherman summoned up his magic power, the shadow of the pole stretched out, and with his strongest blow, he broke the sword net and flew straight towards Jinghe.

噗

With a muffled sound, Jinghe simply turned his body to the side to avoid the vital parts. The green bamboo pole penetrated Jinghe three inches below his heart and came out from his back.

"Cough cough."

A large amount of blood flowed from the corner of Jinghe's mouth, and it couldn't be stopped. It flowed down the front of his clothes and soaked his purple robe.

He stretched out his trembling left hand and exerted force suddenly, gripping the bamboo pole tightly. His bones made a crackling sound and he moved his muscles to capture the green bamboo pole within his body. A misty magic power surged out and trapped the magic weapon. The green jade bamboo pole seemed to become one with it. The fisherman tried again and again but it was of no avail and he was unable to pull it back for a while.

"I told you to lock me up, die!"

Seeing that the magic weapon could not be withdrawn, the fisherman became rageful and released his magic power, which flowed through the bamboo pole and penetrated into Jinghe's body. A puffing sound was heard continuously, and Jinghe's body instantly became covered with countless thumb-sized holes. Through the holes in the flesh and blood, he could actually see the mountain scenery behind him.

"Jinghe, don't make the mistake!" The fisherman's magic power was running low. He wanted to give up the bamboo pole, but he couldn't bear to give up this magical weapon, so he threatened.

"Jinghe is about to make a mistake."

Jinghe still had a faint smile on his face.

As he was speaking, the night sky began to turn pale, and the fisherman was startled.

Its daybreak?
No, there was only a beam of bright light shining through the sky and falling on Jinghe. The fisherman's gaze fell on Jinghe's right hand. A small golden dagger was swimming in his palm. When the fisherman's consciousness touched it, it was torn into pieces by the invisible sharp light.

The fisherman was horrified. He didn't care about the slight pain in his soul. He quickly dropped the bamboo pole and turned to run away.

"Hahaha, cough cough...it's too late!"

Jinghe laughed loudly, and a ray of sunlight broke through the darkness and fell onto the golden dagger. The dagger trembled, turned the blade, and pierced Jinghe's palm.

As Jinghe's palm was pierced, blood covered the dagger. The magic weapon was like a blood-thirsty beast, drinking its fill of blood.

In just a moment, the skin on Jinghe's palms shrank like chicken skin, his body became hunched, he became a few inches shorter, his breath was shaky, and his long black and white hair turned into gray.

Just as the fisherman's divine light appeared, a ray of golden light came from behind and pierced through his heart with lightning speed, then swept back at an extremely fast speed, and its tail flame crossed the Duckweed Mountain and gently hovered in Jinghe's palm.

The fisherman took a few steps forward by inertia, but suddenly his breath stopped and he fell to his knees, his body falling to the ground along with the huge top of Duckweed Mountain.

The mountains collided with rumbling sounds, as if the fisherman's kneeling had brought down a mountain. The top of the mountain touched the ground, and clouds of dust rose up. The flying stones hit Jinghe, but he ignored them and hurriedly flew to the fisherman's body, reaching out to grab it. The body's knees were broken, there was a big hole in the chest, and the head was on the ground, and there was no breath.

Suddenly, the breathless corpse trembled, and its broken knees were abandoned. Two streams of muddy water emerged from the cracks, dragging most of the corpse and running wildly, staggering towards the sky.

Jing He had never expected this, so he picked up his fallen knees, stood up and chased after him, soaring into the sky, one chasing and one escaping, and in a blink of an eye they flew over countless majestic mountains and arrived at the sea outside Xumi.

The corpse's belly button split open, transforming into a sharp mouth with fangs, and a muffled voice came out: "Jinghe Immortal, Jinghe Great Virtue, spare my life, spare my life."

The fisherman is not dead yet!

Jing He, however, ignored everything and acted like a rotten wood. He raised his Han sword and stabbed it, hitting the open mouth and skewering the corpse like a gourd.

Suffering such a severe blow, the corpse's sharp mouth could not make any sound. It squirmed a few times, and tears flowed from its white eyes, dripping into the Sumeru Sea. Its head tilted, and it had no breath left, hanging limply on the sword.

Jinghe took a deep breath and felt a sharp pain in his internal organs. The burning pain spread from his abdomen to his throat, and he couldn't help but spit out large mouthfuls of blood.

The Purple Palace is mysterious, and its blood is extremely pure. Once the blood falls into the sea, it attracts countless fish and shrimps to devour it. After swallowing the blood, the fish scales break and limbs grow, and the shrimp claws break and grow hair. Under the influence of the Purple Palace's magical powers, countless sea creatures of strange shapes and sizes are born.

The fish and shrimp vomited blood and looked crazy. They fought each other in the chaos, and blood was everywhere. Countless sea beasts were attracted by the bloody smell and came in an endless stream. They had strange visions, devoured each other, and fought to death, turning this place into a battlefield of flesh and blood. The whole sea was dyed scarlet.

Jing He had no time to pay attention to the boiling sea of ​​blood and the fighting alien sea beasts under his feet, nor did he care about his serious injuries. He hurriedly took the corpse off the sword and carefully observed the remains of the Purple Mansion.

At this time, the sun was rising at dawn, breaking through the silent and dark night, casting the first ray of light, reflecting on Jinghe's broken body, and covering him with a golden armor.

"My son is saved, my son is saved! Hahahaha!"

Just as Jinghe was returning with a big laugh, they were in the deep sea a hundred miles away from here.

There were two drops of muddy tears floating in the air, drifting with the flow, devouring the passing fish and shrimps. After a while, the two drops of muddy tears merged into one, as if they were going to turn into a human shape. After pulling for a long time, they could not take any shape and then turned into the shape of round beads.

It happened that a giant whale spirit beast passed by, and the round bead extended countless water lines, which encircled the giant whale. The water lines were inserted into the giant whale's body. No matter how it rolled, it could not escape. With a dull roar, only the bones of the giant whale were left, and it sank to the bottom of the sea.

"Pah, it's so disgusting! Damn that old Taoist Jing He, he caused me to lose my purple mansion immortal body, and all my thousand years of hard work went down the drain. I, the fisherman, will remember this grudge. When I take over a body and restore my cultivation, I will kill his entire family, extract his soul, and refine it on the spirit lamp for ten thousand years!"

As the sound rang out, the round bead turned into a human-shaped shadow in the water, without a face. It was the remaining soul of the surviving fisherman.

This Shui Yuan body will die any day, and can only keep my remaining soul alive for a short while. I must find a body to take over, otherwise everything will be over.

Thinking of this, the fisherman did not dare to delay and floated up in a hurry to find a place to stay. The spirit beast was stupid and rough, and it did not have a Taoist body, nor was it as mysterious as a human body. It was a very bad choice. It would be a hindrance to his cultivation to take it away. Unless it was a life-and-death moment, he would never take over the body of a spirit beast. Fortunately, there were many sea beasts and even more demon cultivators in the Sumeru Sea, and they came and went frequently, so it was not difficult to find a spiritual body.

found it!
The fisherman's spiritual consciousness was dissipating. Although he had lost most of his cultivation, fortunately he still had some magical powers left. He laughed strangely and emerged from the water.

"Hahaha, youngster, you deserve this blessing. Quickly offer your spiritual power. The ancestor wants to borrow your body for use!"

I saw a white bone spirit boat stagnant on the Sumeru Sea, and a red-robed monk stood on the bow, with long hair draped over his shoulders and a bloody knife at his side.

"Oh? You are so arrogant to take my body away."

Dongquan smiled slightly. In the past, he was the one who took over other people's bodies, but he didn't expect that the situation would be reversed today.

"It turns out that you are an old friend visiting, so I should show you courtesy."

As he spoke, several demons emerged from the black shadow at the foot of the cave spring, and collided with the oncoming humanoid water shadow. Chewing sounds and screams were heard together. In the process, the water shadow was left with only one arm and one leg, and the demon returned to the shadow of the cave spring with a full belly.

If you were Zifu, I would avoid your edge. Now that you have shed your immortal body and only a remnant soul of Shui Yuan is left, how can you have the confidence to shout at me? I'm afraid that this fisherman's brain has been damaged by the calamity!

"Isn't this the unruly demon cultivator, Lord Fisherman? I haven't seen him for a few days. How come he has become so miserable?" Dongquan couldn't help but tease.

The old man fishing fiercely stared at Dongquan, stroking his broken arm with one hand: "It's really like a tiger in trouble being bullied by a dog. I don't know the power of the Purple Mansion. Watch out, youngster!"

He shouted "Watch out", but it was just a feint, and the fisherman turned around and fled.

Dongquan smiled and looked at the fisherman who looked like a lost dog. He estimated that the distance was about right and shouted to him:
"Fisherman, do you recognize this seal?"

A small white jade seal flew out from Dongquan's palm, grew faster and faster in the wind, and turned into a huge mountain seal. No matter how much the fisherman tried to escape, he was still under the shadow of the mountain seal.

boom

The Taishan Seal smashed into the water, creating countless waves and causing the sea level to rise slightly.

A celestial demon was crossing the sea, and a scream was heard. The Taishan Seal turned around, transformed into an exquisite shape and fell into Dongquan's palm.

The sea level was calm and silent, with only the chirping of seabirds in the distance.

　There will be another chapter at noon and night. Let's see if I can read it for a few days.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)