Chapter 215: Fierce Battle in the Mine Cave

The statue looked strange, fierce, and perverse.

But Li Yan looked at it and inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity.

Memories from his past life surged into his heart.

He had seen this thing on a Thangka when he was traveling!

It was the Goddess Mamu!

He didn't know much about this thing. He only heard the person selling the Thangka say that it was originally a protector god of the Tibetan Bon religion. There were many types, all of which were violent in nature, and were later subdued by Padmasambhava to become a protector god of Tibetan Esoteric Buddhism.

This situation was also very common in the Central Plains.

Some folk-worshiped deities were decreed and subdued by the Mystic Sect, symbolizing the integration of sect culture and belief.

In this world, it was clearly not that simple.

Looking at the foreign monk's attire again, it should be some kind of Tibetan Esoteric inheritance.

Also, gods and ghosts are invisible, it must be an illusion!

Li Yan was startled and just about to retreat, but felt his whole body stiffen.

He saw the Goddess Mamu statue behind the opponent, not knowing when, its blood-red eyes had stared fixedly at him, and a beating heart appeared in its hand.

The pitch-black big fingers were sharp, slowly clenching, squeezing the heart, and Li Yan immediately felt a sharp pain in his left chest.

It was a curse!

Seeing the foreign monk restraining Li Yan, those white-robed people didn't seem surprised. Two of them directly picked up bows and crossbows, wanting to shoot and kill Li Yan.

But relying on this alone was clearly not enough.

Jingle jingle!

The tassel of the Three Talents Demon-Suppressing Money Blade trembled.

Li Yan's whole body stiffness immediately disappeared. He dodged left and right, avoiding the incoming crossbow bolts, and at the same time, he wiped his waist and threw out a flying blade.

He used An Jin when throwing the blade, heading straight for the foreign monk's head.

Of course, Li Yan's purpose was just to interrupt his spellcasting.

The illusion of the Goddess Mamu in his eyes had not disappeared, indicating that the opponent's sorcery was still in effect.

Who knew, the foreign monk didn't dodge at all, suddenly opened his mouth, bit the incoming flying blade, and his cold white teeth exerted force.

With a snap, he bit the flying blade in two.

The flying blade was thrown using An Jin.

This foreign monk was also a martial arts expert, likely having reached Hua Jin!

Of course, this also interrupted his spell.

Li Yan had long held the Divine Tiger Token and pinched the magic formula, "Nuogao, left with three stars, right with three prisons, heaven turns and earth flips... urgent as the law!"

"Roar!"

The tiger roar sounded, and the illusion in front of Li Yan immediately disappeared.

What he used was the "Northern Emperor Body-Protecting Spell," which could not only protect the body but also use the spell to attack the opponent's soul.

The foreign monk groaned and retreated repeatedly.

The sorcery was broken, and the opponent's soul was also shaken.

However, this guy's cultivation was clearly extraordinary. He just shook his head, quickly recovered, killing intent revealed in his eyes, and removed a Vajra pestle from his waist. The front end was sharp, and the back was carved with a strange god statue.

Swish!

The opponent kicked with his bare feet, and the red robe fluttered, rushing straight toward Li Yan. The Vajra pestle smashed down with a strange technique.

Having just seen this foreign monk bite the flying blade, Li Yan already knew that the opponent was a martial arts expert who had reached Hua Jin, and it looked like he was a Tibetan Esoteric inheritance, so how could he underestimate him?

With a clang, the Dust-Severing Blade was unsheathed.

Li Yan didn't retreat at all, stepped close, and stabbed horizontally.

His weapon was longer than the opponent's, giving him an advantage.

At the same time, the Soul-Hooking Rope also whistled out.

The current Soul-Hooking Rope was already two meters long.

Even if the opponent was a Hua Jin expert and proficient in sorcery, as long as his soul was restrained, he could still pierce his heart with one blade.

However, what Li Yan didn't expect was that this foreign monk had awakened the eye-divine ability and could vaguely see the appearance of the Soul-Hooking Rope.

The foreign monk was taken aback, the Vajra pestle in his hand turned suddenly, picking outward, wanting to deflect the Soul-Hooking Rope.

His Vajra pestle was also a magic artifact, but it had no effect against the intangible Soul-Hooking Rope.

Jingle jingle!

The Soul-Hooking Rope went straight through the Vajra pestle and extended into his body.

However, something unexpected happened to Li Yan.

Crack!

A Tibetan silver turquoise pendant hanging on the foreign monk's chest suddenly shattered, and the usually invincible Soul-Hooking Rope was also bounced away.

This was the first time such a situation had occurred.

The foreign monk was startled, his right foot stomped hard on the ground, mud splashed everywhere with a bang, and his figure flew backward.

Although the Soul-Hooking Rope failed, how could Li Yan miss the opportunity? An Jin erupted under his feet, as if shrinking the ground into an inch, and at the same time, the Dust-Severing Blade slashed hard.

The foreign monk couldn't dodge in time and had to block with the Vajra pestle.

Clang!

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the Vajra pestle was cut in two by the blade.

Although the opponent's magic artifact was destroyed, the foreign monk took the opportunity to retreat, avoiding Li Yan's attack.

He was both shocked and angry, but couldn't care about counterattacking. Instead, he grabbed a strange golden pendant on his chest, his hand seals changed, and he chanted: "Om, Mahakala, Gri Hum Pa."

Li Yan twirled the blade and narrowed his eyes.

He could smell that the opponent was suddenly surrounded by a certain incense smell, with a bloody smell, and also carried a certain butter fragrance.

It vaguely formed the shape of a Buddha, covering him inside.

It was some kind of body-protecting Dharma!

It seemed to be specifically aimed at the Soul-Hooking Rope.

At the same time, those white-robed people also picked up the bamboo tubes.

Clearly, they also saw that Li Yan was not easy to deal with and wanted to use this bamboo tube Netherfire Gun directly.

Buzz buzz buzz!

Just then, the poisonous bees whistled over again.

It was Lu San who, with the help of the falcon, sensed Li Yan's danger and came to help.

Those white-robed people were surrounded by poisonous bees, screaming in pain, quickly tearing off their clothes, and frantically flapping around, no longer caring about continuing the attack.

The foreign monk frowned and picked up the hand drum again, wanting to use the drum sound to drive away the poisonous bees.

How could Li Yan let him have his way? He swung his blade and stabbed straight out.

At this moment, the horse-riding talismans had already expired, so his speed was about the same as usual, and he couldn't care about casting them again.

Who would have thought that the foreign monk was prepared? He smiled coldly, didn't take the hand drum with his right hand, but reached into the leather bag at his waist and grabbed a handful of red mud.

That red mud was a bit like cinnabar, but carried a pungent smell.

The foreign monk rubbed the red mud in his palm, and red smoke immediately rose from his palm. Facing the horizontal blade stabbed by Li Yan, he didn't dodge or evade, and his hands suddenly pressed together.

Slap!

With a crisp sound, he actually caught the Dust-Breaking Blade between his palms, and it emitted a metallic screech.

Esoteric Great Hand Seal!

Li Yan's pupils shrank. "Dharma Martial!"

The so-called Dharma Martial is the combination of sorcery and martial arts. Many Dharma lineages have this path, and the most famous one is the Huaguang Sect.

The Huaguang Sect has many branches, generally worshiping the "Five Manifestations Huaguang Great Emperor," commonly known in the folk as Marshal Ma, the Lingguan, "Grandpa Ma."

It focuses on martial arts and sorcery, fierce and sharp. Many inheritors are people who walk the martial world or people in the martial arts circles.

The Esoteric Great Hand Seal is the same.

Looking at his appearance, it is the combination of martial arts, hand seals, and secret methods. No wonder he dared to let himself get close.

Li Yan was not panicked at all, sneered, and at the same time pinched the magic formula with his left hand, held the blade handle, and exerted force suddenly.

Crackle, yin thunder exploded.

The red smoke in the foreign monk's palm immediately became unstable, and at the same time, electric light flashed on his beard. He loosened his strength and retreated step by step under his feet.

The so-called Hua Jin is just a more advanced application of An Jin. He hadn't reached the Dan-forming stage yet. Once a breath was leaked, his strength would also weaken.

Clang!

Li Yan exerted force suddenly, the Dust-Severing Blade rubbed against the foreign monk's palms, red smoke and sparks splashed everywhere, and it suddenly protruded more than a foot.

With a squelch, it stabbed into the foreign monk's chest, reaching a depth of one inch.

"Roar!"

The foreign monk felt pain, roared suddenly, his strength condensed again, his muscles knotted, blue veins burst out, and he twisted hard.

Li Yan only felt a huge force coming from the blade body, his expression changed slightly, and he did a swallow flip, unloading the force while taking the opportunity to pull the blade and slash.

Squelch! The foreign monk's left leg was immediately bleeding profusely.

Fortunately, he dodged in time, otherwise his tendons would have been cut.

Li Yan was slightly inferior to the foreign monk in both martial arts and cultivation, but with the sharpness of the magic artifact Dust-Severing Blade, he still had the upper hand.

If his cultivation had reached the third floor and his "Northern Emperor Yin Thunder Hand" had been stronger, I'm afraid this foreign monk would have been beheaded long ago.

"Looking for death!"

Hit one after another, this foreign monk was already furious. He cursed in awkward official language, then grabbed the prayer beads on his chest.

Clearly, this was also some kind of magic artifact.

But just then, a fear of death arose in his heart, and he quickly twisted his body to the side.

Boom!

Fire exploded in the distance.

In the mountain mist, Lu San appeared, the mace in his hand emitting blue smoke.

The foreign monk had a body-protecting spell, and the poisonous bees were afraid to approach, so he took the opportunity to use the mace firearm to aim.

!.

And this foreign monk had the eye-divine ability, and was fully focused on fighting Li Yan, so naturally, he didn't notice Lu San's sneak attack.

Slap!

The foreign monk's face was splashed with blood and flesh.

He dodged temporarily, so he didn't hit the vital point.

Li Yan and the others naturally didn't know that the Dharma lineage practiced by this foreign monk was the Vajra Vehicle Manjushri Dharma, which not only made his strength amazing but also gave him extraordinary spiritual sense to sense danger.

But even so, half of the foreign monk's face was bloody and blurred. His chin bone and flesh were actually torn off entirely, and blood was flowing profusely.

"Heh heh—!"

The foreign monk's eyes were full of fear. Enduring the severe pain, the red Dharma robe on his body shook suddenly, and red smoke filled the air.

The Dharma robe fell, and he had already stumbled and fled backward.

This was some kind of escape technique, but his chin was shattered now, and he couldn't chant spells, so naturally, it was difficult to exert its full power.

It was entirely out of fear of firearm attacks, using smoke to cover his vision.

He exerted force under his feet, blood flowing along the way.

But how could Li Yan miss the opportunity? He exerted force under his feet again, leaped out like a fish, rolled, and picked up the bamboo tube on the ground, pulling the hemp rope behind it hard.

Whoosh~

Phosphorus fire and grease sprayed out, like a fire dragon.

A few white-robed people were the most unlucky. Originally stung by poisonous bees, they were already in a coma from pain, but now they were burned by phosphorus fire and grease, screaming as they woke up again, rolling down the hillside in a daze.

That foreign monk was naturally the main target.

The Netherfire Gun showed its power, and he was poured all over, immediately turning into a fire man, roaring and rolling on the ground.

This guy's vitality was extremely tenacious. Even though he was burned like charcoal, his hands and feet were still struggling.

It took a long time before there was no movement.

"Don't get close!"

Seeing Lu San trying to go up to check, Li Yan quickly stopped him.

He held the Dust-Severing Blade horizontally, still staring fixedly ahead, and said in a deep voice, "This foreign monk has something strange about him, there is still a smell in his body."

He discovered this point when he used the Netherfire Gun earlier.

In this foreign monk's body, blood, butter, incense, bronze... all kinds of strange smells were mixed, and no one knew how many sorceries he had practiced.

But what made Li Yan even more vigilant was that there was a cold and strange aura in his body, jumping like a heart, and smelling it made people feel uncomfortable all over.

The Tibetan Esoteric inheritance was unfamiliar after all, and no one knew what strange techniques they had.

So he simply burned him to death with the Netherfire Gun.

Sure enough, strange phenomena occurred.

Just hearing a squelch, the heart area on the foreign monk's charred corpse suddenly cracked, and a centipede actually crawled out.

This centipede was as long as a chopstick, its carapace was pitch black, the dense insect limbs were turquoise, and there were blood-red dots on each segment of the carapace.

It looked creepy.

Li Yan frowned and raised the Dust-Severing Blade.

This thing looked disgusting at a glance, and it was definitely not a good thing.

However, before he could take action, a white shadow flew out, it was Lu San's little white fox.

At the same time, the falcon in the sky and the poisonous bees of the demon gourd were all aggressive, running toward the centipede.

Li Yan was taken aback and quickly looked at Lu San.

But he saw Lu San also looking helpless, shaking his head slightly and saying, "That bug seems to be good for spirit beasts."

Li Yan was lost in thought. "Do you find this thing disgusting?"

In the battle at Qinglong Mountain, there was another strange phenomenon.

Lu San didn't know why, but whenever he saw the dinosaur egg spirit treasure, he would always feel an instinctive disgust.

While others felt nothing.

Li Yan guessed that it might be related to Lu San's innate divine ability.

But as for what it was, he had no clue.

Lu San heard this, shook his head slightly, and said, "I don't feel anything. This thing should be formed by secret methods, and I can't hear the opponent's movement at all."

While speaking, the unlucky centipede had already been eaten.

The little white fox bit half, the falcon bit half, and only the poisonous bees didn't get a single hair, buzzing around, but they didn't dare to take action.

"Make them quiet."

Li Yan frowned and said, then carried his blade through the corpses all over the ground, following the mountain road toward those caves.

They originally guessed that the Pai Sect had discovered a gold mine and was stealing it, but now it seemed that there was clearly another hidden story.

These mountain roads were all recently excavated, walking along the steep mountain wall, about three feet wide, with traces of wheelbarrows passing by.

The mountain mist below was thick, only the sound of water could be heard, the river could not be seen, which could be considered quite hidden.

Arriving at a mountain cave, Li Yan looked up.

Although it was dark and lightless inside, he pinched the yang formula and used his olfactory divine ability. With one sniff, he knew it clearly.

This cave had already been dug more than ten meters deep, supported by wooden frames, very simple, and there was a wheelbarrow overturned at the entrance, with ore scattered all over the ground.

Li Yan entered the cave and picked out a piece. After coming out of the cave, he observed it with the sunlight, but it was a dark green stone, looking nothing strange.

At this time, the others had also climbed the mountain with weapons.

Sha Lifei saw it and was taken aback.

"This is phosphorus ore!"

Phosphorus ore?

Li Yan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

It was still related to firearms!

Sha Lifei gritted his teeth. "They know how to make 'Dragon Fire' and Netherfire Guns, they must be collecting a large amount of phosphorus ore for refining. The Pai Sect really wants to rebel!"

"They, perhaps are not people from the Pai Sect..."

Li Yan shook his head slightly and led the group to continue investigating.

Sure enough, there were more discoveries afterward.

They found another mine cave, which was unusually deep. Li Yan sniffed it, his expression turned gloomy, and he led the group inside.

Because it was a phosphorus ore cave, to avoid accidents, they didn't dare to use torches, but there were round beads embedded in the walls inside, emitting a pale green light.

"Night-shining treasure beads!"

Sha Lifei saw it and widened his eyes.

Li Yan shook his head. "That's fluorite, it's poisonous."

"Ah?"

Sha Lifei was still skeptical.

However, he soon closed his mouth.

He saw that there was a prison in the mine cave, filled with corpses, each one emaciated, their skin showing an abnormal color, and the surrounding vomit and excrement had dried up, emitting a pungent odor.

Under the light of the fluorite, it was like hell...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 216 =====