Chapter 415

Li Yan and the others were very clear about the terror of the evil Sheng.

This thing is a rare type of "Sha" (evil energy) that only emerges under extreme circumstances and is very difficult to deal with.

In Guo-Du Town outside Chang'an City, this thing was born from a bloodline curse and turned into an evil bird Rakshasa demon, coming and going without a shadow. Those who encountered its attacks all died in extremely miserable ways...

On Mount Huashan, the "Sheng" turned into a Fei-Yi (a mythical snake), not only devouring spiritual wood but also absorbing the energy of a Drought Demon...

Li Yan had even specifically looked it up later.

There are five colors of "Sheng": green, red, yellow, white, and black, corresponding to the five elements.

The one that gave birth to the Fei-Yi was the "Green Sheng," which can destroy spiritual wood. No matter which kind it is, it is exceptionally difficult to deal with.

Xie Chengzu's ritual was a negotiation.

This kind of sorcery is very common. Many times when facing evil spirits, if you use force, either both sides will suffer, or it will cause danger to the host.

Persuading it to leave through negotiation is often the best choice.

But the evil Sheng is simply not in this category.

This is a fierce evil of heaven and earth; it takes lives as soon as it strikes!

"Stop quickly!"

Li Yan didn't say a word and rushed forward to stop them.

Unfortunately, Xie Chengzu's ritual was closer to primitive witchcraft. At this moment, both he and his disciples had already fallen into a trance.

Clang-lang-lang!

Seeing Li Yan rush over to collide with the Dharma altar, the old man even rolled his eyes back, grabbed a steel fork from the altar, and shook bells to make a threatening gesture.

And just at this moment, the thick fog also roared over.

In an instant, wild winds blew all around.

"Get out!"

Li Yan revealed killing intent and raised his hand, unleashing the Soul-Hooking Chain.

He could smell that cold, disgusting odor everywhere, appearing and disappearing, constantly appearing from various directions.

To deal with this kind of formless evil spirit, the best thing is naturally the Soul-Hooking Chain.

The sound of chains rang out, and the Soul-Hooking Chain flew up and down.

The Soul-Hooking Chain is formless, but wherever it passed, the fog seemed to be stirred by a group of transparent giant hands, either dissipating or rolling back.

However, the thick fog was too large, almost covering the sky and the earth, and it soon covered the surrounding area.

Whoosh~

The white fog roared, as if it were a living thing, surging and galloping, drilling directly into the mouths of Xie Chengzu and his disciples.

These people's bodies suddenly twisted strangely, bending over and hunching their backs, their heads hanging low; one look and you could tell they were possessed by something.

"You all go back first!"

"Daoist, activate the formation!"

Li Yan shouted, and Wang Daoxuan and the others immediately retreated back to the large courtyard.

Fortunately, these thick fogs were not targeting them, but were attracted to Xie Chengzu and his disciples, controlling them all.

"Heaven and earth are natural, evil energy disperses, the mystery in the cave..."

"Heaven's gate opens, earth's door closes, keeping people, keeping ghosts, keeping gods, I obey the True Lord of One Qi, act as fast as the law!"

Wang Daoxuan had already returned to the altar and quickly formed hand seals to open the altar.

Outside the Zhang family mansion, wild winds also blew, and the red ropes and copper coins that had been set up in advance rang out with a clatter.

Not only that, the Five-Direction Luo Feng Flags were also activated, and from the five surrounding areas, yin energy immediately rose up.

The Five-Direction Luo Feng Flags are altar-field magical artifacts. Although they station five camps of yin soldiers and have great power, they must also have the altar opened to be used.

In Li Yan's ears, the sound of armor moving immediately rang out. The yin soldiers were dispatched, clearing away all the thick fog around the Zhang family mansion.

However, he no longer had the time to pay attention.

He saw that in the thick fog, Xie Chengzu and his disciples were all bending over with their heads hanging to the ground, standing there motionless.

Moreover, their necks were still slowly turning, controlled by some kind of power, as if they were about to be snapped.

What a fierce guy!

Li Yan no longer held back. Dark energy erupted under his feet, as if he were shrinking the earth into an inch, and he instantly arrived beside Xie Chengzu.

"Roar!"

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes having turned pure white, his face full of blue veins, and he grabbed at Li Yan fiercely.

However, just as he raised his hand, he suddenly became motionless, standing there blankly. His eyeballs moved downward, pupils appeared, and they became sluggish.

It was because the Soul-Hooking Chain had already suppressed his soul.

Including the thing inside!

Li Yan could smell a fishy stench on the old man's body, not the smell of wild beasts, but some kind of mineral, salty enough to choke someone.

Sizzle!

Li Yan formed hand seals in time, used the North Bei Bei Di Yin Lei Palm, electric arcs jumped on his palm, and he slapped it on his forehead.

The North Bei Bei Di Yin Lei Palm is specifically for suppressing souls.

Whoosh~

Seemingly unable to bear the power of the Yin Thunder, Xie Chengzu suddenly opened his mouth, spat out a mouthful of fishy brine, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

Li Yan grabbed his collar, exerted force with his arm, and threw him backward, and the old man was thrown directly into the Zhang family mansion.

Subsequently, he did the same and saved another person.

The white fog surged around, seemingly wanting to possess him as well, but the Soul-Hooking Chain flew up and down, scattering all the white fog.

Swish!

Xie Chengzu's remaining disciples seemed to know that they could do nothing against Li Yan, so they turned around fiercely and rushed into the thick fog, disappearing without a trace.

Li Yan narrowed his eyes and did not pursue.

The strangeness of this "Guest in the Mist" somewhat exceeded his expectations. The main culprit had not yet appeared, so he had to avoid being lured away from his base.

Whoosh!

The sound of wind around him grew louder and louder, and the white fog grew thicker and thicker, almost to the point where one couldn't see one's own fingers, and even his ability to sense with his supernatural powers was suppressed.

What a strange thing!

Li Yan became increasingly cautious.

This kind of situation only occurs in those orthodox Mystic Sects that have worshipped folk gods for hundreds of years and have deep foundations.

Other evil spirits, including flood dragons, don't have this ability.

But the other party couldn't do anything against his Soul-Hooking Chain.

It was truly somewhat strange...

Li Yan was suspicious in his heart, but his footsteps did not stop. While the Soul-Hooking Chain scattered the thick fog, he retreated backward.

This thick fog seemed to have been angered and didn't want him to leave.

Various strange, weird sounds appeared in his ears, and the scene before his eyes was also chaotic with light and shadow, as if bamboo forests and mountain paths were appearing in the fog.

Even the shadow of the Zhang family mansion appeared on the other side.

It was like a "ghost hitting a wall," but it also used the thick fog to cast illusions.

Li Yan realized something; those villagers who were lost in the thick fog were likely deceived by this method.

However, this method was useless against him.

The Soul-Hooking Chain rolled, forcing back the surrounding thick fog, unable to further interfere with his various senses.

Most importantly, after the thick fog was scattered, the traces on the ground around him wouldn't lie, and the distance to the Zhang family mansion was no more than ten meters.

Li Yan retreated into the mansion with ease.

The Zhang family mansion had already been set up with a formation by Wang Daoxuan, and it was guarded by the five camps of yin soldiers of the Five-Direction Luo Feng Flags. The surrounding thick fog could not invade, so his line of sight was not obstructed.

However, the white fog outside was thick, and he couldn't see his own fingers, while inside the Zhang family mansion, lanterns were filled, and the candlelight was bright, immediately reflecting a strange atmosphere.

It was like falling into a dream, and also like the Netherworld.

"Brother Yan!"

Sha Lifei walked up quickly, his face full of palpitations, saying: "Just a moment ago, you disappeared without a trace. I couldn't see anything in the fog, it scared me to death."

"It's fine, don't go out."

Li Yan took a deep look at the thick fog outside.

He could vaguely hear the sound of the yin soldiers' armor moving and weapons being brandished. White frost spread around, blocking the white fog outside, but that was all it could do. The strength of the soldiers and horses depends on two conditions.

First is the origin of the yin soldiers themselves. The social-order soldiers and horses formed by gathering wandering ghosts and lonely spirits are far inferior to those fierce and brave Chang soldiers.

Among the Chang soldiers, there are also levels.

The top-tier ones are those left over from ancient wars. For example, the Chang soldiers transformed from the subordinates of both sides who died in the war between the Yellow Emperor and Chi You were once able to defeat the Heavenly Court's registered soldiers, but they have long since dissipated into the dust of history.

Second is the fierce energy used when driving the soldiers and horses.

Individual soldiers and horses are of no use, but once gathered into a group, they can stir up fierce energy, like a rolling torrent.

Therefore, the appearance of yin soldiers is often accompanied by roaring winds and a sudden drop in temperature.

Therefore, orthodox Mystic Sects either raise their soldiers and horses in City God Temples or raise them in famous mountains and great rivers, in blessed caves and paradises.

To put it simply, it's the level of the energy field.

Li Yan and the others were prepared temporarily, and this Zhang family mansion is not a good place either. Being able to protect everyone is already not bad.

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If they could borrow the power of the Yin Office, Jin Yang Ping and its surroundings would be completely swallowed by darkness, and no demons or monsters would be able to escape death.

This is the difference between using a fierce order and raising your own soldiers.

After giving some instructions, Li Yan hurried into the main hall.

Along the way, the remaining Zhang family servants were all trembling, kneeling on the ground and praying to heaven incessantly, and Zhang Sibei was no exception.

This kind of terrifying scene had long since exceeded their understanding.

Li Yan couldn't pay attention to them, but instead checked the two people he had saved earlier.

Xie Chengzu's disciple had already woken up faintly, his face pale, his eyes listless, clearly not having recovered yet.

And the "Earth Old Man" Xie Chengzu had his teeth tightly clenched, his face red and hot, his whole body trembling, his fists clenched, and he kept muttering a few sentences in his mouth.

Unfortunately, Li Yan and the others couldn't understand it at all.

Wang Daoxuan shook his head slightly, "He's been possessed by a nightmare, he's having delirium, it looks like a stroke, it can't be saved by sorcery."

This is the danger of the sorcerer profession.

Xie Chengzu was already old. Ordinary rituals were fine, but being struck by the evil Sheng, his body couldn't take it, and he had a stroke.

Even if he wakes up, he will likely have a crooked mouth and eyes, and be paralyzed on one side.

Listening to the words he kept repeating, Li Yan frowned slightly, grabbed the disciple directly, and said coldly: "Wake up quickly, listen to what your master said!"

The disciple came to his senses. Seeing his master in this state, he endured his grief, put his ear close, and listened carefully.

Soon, his complexion turned pale, and he turned around and said: "Master is using his hometown dialect. He is saying, please forgive the Salt Water Goddess..."

"Salt Water Goddess?"

Li Yan frowned slightly, "Which god is this?"

The disciple was clearly also terrified, and said tremblingly: "The Salt Water Goddess is one of the goddesses we Tujia people worship."

"Our ancestors were the White Tiger Lin Jun, whose name was Ba Wuxiang. After unifying the five tribes, for the sake of survival, he led the tribe to migrate."

"On the way to Yanyang, he met the Salt Water Goddess. The Salt Water Goddess fell in love with Lin Jun and hoped he would stay. But Lin Jun believed that Yanyang was not suitable for the survival of the entire tribe and wanted to continue moving forward..."

"To make Lin Jun stay, the Salt Water Goddess would meet him in private every night, and during the day, she would turn into flying insects and thick fog, blocking the sky and the sun, hindering their journey..."

"To leave, Lin Jun used green hair at night to tie onto the goddess, and the next day he shot and killed the Salt Water Goddess, causing the thick fog to dissipate, and the tribe was able to continue moving forward."

As he spoke, his eyes were already full of fear, "We also worship the Salt Water Goddess for generations, but... thick fog and insect swarms are exactly her symbols."

"This is the revenge of the Salt Water Goddess. We were worshipping Lin Jun and performing a ritual at that time..."

Speaking to this point, his eyes were full of fear, and he was already somewhat delirious.

"What kind of thing is this."

Sha Lifei said speechlessly: "The goddess showed favor, and he turned around and killed her. No wonder she wants revenge."

"This matter is not that simple."

Wang Daoxuan said thoughtfully: "I have vaguely heard of this legend too. Yanyang is over there in southern Hubei, and it is also a Tusi city, originally a territory called the Salt Water Tribe, and it was also related to the Wuxian State."

"After the Ba State rose, it used the Wuxian State's salt-boiling technique to become rich and strong, and the Wuxian State gradually declined and disappeared. No one is clear about the ancient events, but there must have been many struggles..."

"We'll talk about these later."

Li Yan waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Daoist, help me open the altar first, use the North Emperor Evil-Removing Technique to disperse the thick fog."

"Good!"

Everyone didn't hesitate and immediately came before the Dharma altar.

Wang Daoxuan assisted from the side, removed the statue, and purified the altar again, while Li Yan offered up the "Fengdu Command" tablet.

He stepped on the stars, held the command, formed hand seals, and chanted: "Qingjia! Ascend to heaven to save people, strictly capture the Northern Feng. The Divine Duke receives the order, universally sweeping away inauspiciousness. Eight powers spit poison, fierce horses spread in four directions. Heavenly soldiers lead the way, the Great Marshal holds the banner..."

The "North Emperor Evil-Removing Technique" can solve possession and also drive away evil energy. With the help of the Dharma altar and the Five-Direction Luo Feng Flags, the power is even greater.

But to disperse this level of evil energy, it is clearly not easy.

Li Yan constantly formed hand seals and chanted incantations. Outside the Zhang family mansion, the yin soldiers were dispatched, constantly colliding with the thick fog, and there was also earth-yin energy rising from the ground to provide support.

For a time, wild winds roared all around, and the fog surged.

This kind of power left "Fast-Boat Zhang" dumbfounded.

He knew Li Yan was powerful; in a short period of time, he had become famous in both the martial world and the Mystic Sect.

But he didn't expect him to have such great supernatural powers.

What he didn't know was that Li Yan could do all this entirely because of the magical artifact, the Five-Direction Luo Feng Flags. If someone else came, it would require at least a dozen people to cooperate.

Li Yan chanted incantations while his ears twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but frown, feeling somewhat strange.

He could hear the resentful roars of many people in the thick fog.

It wasn't said to be the Salt Water Goddess, so why did it sound like other people.

Although he was suspicious in his heart, his hand movements did not stop.

After three sticks of incense, the thick fog finally dissipated.

The night sky cleared, and the bright moon was high.

"Young Hero Li's Daoist magic is powerful!"

"Fast-Boat Zhang" breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly flattered him, while Zhang Sibei sat on the ground, his face full of the feeling of having survived a disaster.

However, Li Yan and Lu San had solemn expressions.

They pushed open the courtyard gate and walked outside quickly.

They saw that in the entire village, there was neither the sound of birds or insects, nor the barking of dogs. The surrounding houses were plunged into darkness, a scene of deathly silence.

Li Yan's face was gloomy, and he quickly arrived at a nearby villager's house.

He saw the courtyard gate wide open, the room in disarray, and on the ground were four footprints, three large and one small, all walking on tiptoe, directly out the door and toward the deep mountains.

The entire village was empty.

"Hee hee hee..."

Suddenly, Li Yan moved his ears.

He heard the strange laughter of a child coming from the darkness.

"Not good!"

Li Yan turned around immediately, dark energy erupted, and with two steps, as if shrinking the earth into an inch, he arrived directly outside the Zhang family mansion.

Having fought continuously before, the yin soldiers were somewhat exhausted and had returned to the Five-Direction Luo Feng Flags, so there was no protection.

And outside the main gate, a figure was lowering its head, its footsteps stiff, walking out quickly; it was Zhang Sibei.

His eyes were listless, his left hand was raised in the air, seemingly being dragged forward by something...

Second update in the afternoon

(End of chapter)