Having received her teacher's instructions, Jingjing jumped off the cloud chariot and rushed straight into the mountains.
In a clearing in the valley, a huge brown venomous scorpion lay on its back, with a smaller scorpion perched on its back.
At this moment, the scorpion spewed out puffs of poisonous mist, and the bloodthirsty aura surrounding its body soared into the sky, transforming into a towering pillar of energy. One of its tails rose up, resembling a tall flagpole.
Around the scorpion stood a dozen or so disciples of Mount Sumeru, each occupying a position and subtly setting up a formation.
They each held a jade bottle, a vajra, a monk's staff, and other treasures in their hands, their bodies surrounded by golden light and radiating auspicious glow.
The scorpion kept slithering on the ground, pouncing and probing at the group of Western disciples, while the Western disciples kept using their magical weapons or unleashing a supernatural power to force the scorpion back.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
Jingjing'er hovered above everyone's heads, glanced at the situation on the field, and shouted loudly.
Poison Scorpion and the disciples of Mount Sumeru unconsciously stopped and looked up at Jingjing'er. Seeing that she was a boy with red lips and white teeth, they were all relieved.
"You little brat, can't you see we're exorcising demons?"
One of the Western disciples replied loudly.
"Oh, I see. I can't interfere with your demon-slaying, but before that, you should come with me to heaven first and meet my master," Jingjing said with a smile.
"Hmm, why?"
Not only the Western disciples, but even the scorpion was quite puzzled.
"Alas, your magical duel here has disrupted my master's celestial pathways. Shouldn't you give my master an explanation?"
"Ah...this..."
The disciples of Mount Sumeru felt that Jingjing'er's reasoning was a bit far-fetched, so they couldn't help but look up at the sky.
They then discovered that high above, the clouds had merged into one, and within the mist, swords and spears stood like a forest, with countless heavenly soldiers and generals standing on the clouds, exuding majesty and a chilling aura.
Amidst the celestial soldiers and generals, stood an incomparably magnificent cloud chariot. Atop the chariot stood a precious banner, its surface fluttering in the wind, radiating colorful rays that illuminated the entire sky.
One of the disciples from Mount Sumeru recognized the cloud chariot. "Is that... the one sitting in the chariot, the Dongxuan Emperor?"
Jingjing'er laughed and said, "You do have some knowledge... How about it? Hurry up and come with me to pay our respects to the Emperor!"
"this……"
Seeing that some of his companions seemed to hesitate, another disciple of Sumeru stepped forward and shouted, "We are disciples of the West, and we have teachers above us. The Heavenly Court has no jurisdiction over us."
We are about to slay this evil spirit, so we have no time to see him.
"You little brat, you'd better leave quickly, lest you delay our demon-slaying."
The other disciples nodded in agreement, almost forgetting that they were disciples of Mount Sumeru, with two Venerable Ones overseeing them.
In the past, when Taiyi was alive, even the Heavenly Court had no jurisdiction over them.
Now that Taiyi has perished, the Dongxuan Emperor is merely a junior of the two Venerables, so there is even less to fear.
Jingjing was furious upon hearing this and was about to teach these disciples of Mount Sumeru a lesson when the brown scorpion, which had been surrounded by the crowd and had not moved for a long time, suddenly moved.
Suddenly, it sprang from the ground and pounced on a disciple of Mount Sumeru. With a sharp flick of its tail, a black, poisonous thorn shot out like lightning and pierced the disciple's chest.
"ah!"
A sharp pain that penetrated to the very soul came from the wound and quickly spread throughout the person's body.
Even with his advanced cultivation, he still couldn't bear the pain and rolled on the ground, clutching his wound.
However, before he could even roll a few times, foul-smelling pus quickly gushed from his wound, his screams gradually subsided, and then his entire body completely dissolved into murky pus...
Having succeeded in his attack, the scorpion darted out again, stinging down two more people in succession. Carrying the little scorpion on its back, it flew away into the distance, enveloped in a cloud of malevolent energy.
"Demon! Don't you dare leave!"
The remaining disciples of Mount Sumeru quickly leaped up and gave chase.
Seeing this, Jingjing was filled with resentment. This wretched child dared to attack someone while he was talking to the others, showing no respect for him whatsoever. He absolutely could not let the other party off easily.
Seeing that the scorpion had already fled far away, he pointed his fingers and summoned a bolt of innate Geng metal divine lightning in mid-air.
boom!
The lightning bolt crashed down, striking the scorpion squarely.
Over the years, he has not wasted his time. In addition to his own cultivation and magical power, he has also honed his supernatural abilities and techniques to perfection. His thunder technique is certainly not bad either.
Despite his considerable cultivation, the scorpion was still knocked down from the sky by the thunderous attack. The bloodthirsty aura that had enveloped him melted away as quickly as the first snow under the scorching sun.
The disciples of Mount Sumeru who caught up with them were masters of striking while the iron was hot; each of them threw out their magical weapons, which crashed down on the scorpion.
The scorpion was beaten until it rolled on the spot, and all the rocks and vegetation along the way were turned into dust.
As she rolled over, the little scorpion clinging to its back screamed in terror, clinging tightly to the scorpion's tail and refusing to let go.
Taking this opportunity, the disciples of Sumeru surrounded the scorpion again.
One of the disciples took out a Udumbara flower from his sleeve and threw it at the poisonous scorpion.
He had already refined this flower into a magical treasure; once a poisonous scorpion fell into the Udumbara flower, he guaranteed that the scorpion would never be able to escape.
The scorpion, of course, did not give up and wait to die. Seeing the Udumbara flower flying over, it quickly spat out a pill from its mouth.
This pill was formed by condensing the blood and evil energy it had absorbed over millions of years with its own magical power, and can be called a supreme treasure.
"Bang!"
The pill collided with the Udumbara flower, shattering it into countless fragments.
"Ah! You wretched creature! How dare you ruin my precious treasure! I will not let you off today!"
The owner of the Udumbara flower immediately flew into a rage.
"For the sake of the two Venerable Ones, I originally did not wish to commit further killings! But since you insist on being relentless towards my mother and me, then you cannot blame me!"
"Now I'll show you the power of my 'Horse-Reversing Stake'!"
A woman's voice came from the scorpion's mouth.
This was the first time this creature had spoken, yet its voice was filled with ruthless killing intent.
It originally only wanted to escape Mount Sumeru as far away as possible, but these disciples of Mount Sumeru were like a leech, constantly chasing after it, and now they had even injured it.
This immediately ignited the fierce energy within her.
Before she finished speaking, she darted out close to the ground, her tail twitching repeatedly as poison needles shot out like phantoms.
Through the deaths of those fellow disciples, the disciples of Mount Sumeru now understood the power of the scorpion's stinger.
Seeing the poisoned needles coming, some people activated their protective magical artifacts, while others dodged to avoid them.
Then, when the poison needle was thrust out, it was not only as fast as lightning, but it also pierced through all kinds of spiritual treasures and protective divine light.
"Ahhh..."
In the blink of an eye, everyone was struck, lying on the ground, and then turning into pus...
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