Chapter 488

Water churns, stirring up muddy sand.

Li Yan uses the Dark Xuan Xuan Shui Dun, shuttling through the Tuo River at high speed.

Boom! Water splashes.

It is Li Yan arriving at the riverbank and breaking through the water.

After landing, his strength explodes, the mud under his feet explodes with a bang, and he leaps into the air, like a bird entering a dense forest.

The waning moon shines on the great river, the tree crowns in the forest are dense, and even the little light is blocked, leaving the forest in pitch darkness.

Of course, these cannot stop Li Yan.

His olfactory supernatural power makes him unimpeded even in the dark.

Stepping on tree trunks, he rushes and leaps, shuttling through the forest.

In the distance, there is a faint figure, and the speed is equally astonishing.

It is the "Ghost Painted Face."

Li Yan relies on his tyrannical body and control.

This "Ghost Painted Face" is an expert who became famous many years ago; logically speaking, he is not young, and even if he has reached the Hua Jin realm, his blood and Qi have already declined, and he lacks endurance, so he shouldn't be able to escape Li Yan's pursuit.

But he uses a special movement technique.

The wide black robe unfolds, like a bat at night, jumping and gliding, his movement technique like a ghost, actually faster than Li Yan.

And the two sides always maintain a distance of over a hundred meters.

Li Yan's Soul-Hooking Lock simply cannot reach.

But if he uses the Armor Horse, the time to stop and cast the spell is enough for the other party to run without a trace.

"Ghost Painted Face" is luring him!

Li Yan becomes alert as soon as he chases for a while.

But as things stand, he cannot stop.

The other party has already obtained his hair and blood, which are necessary media for casting curses.

There must be a curse expert nearby waiting to respond.

Once they obtain it, he will immediately fall into a passive position.

Thinking of this, Li Yan can't care about anything else, directly tears open the oilcloth at his waist, and takes out the wrapped flintlock musket.

Boom!

Seeing that figure again, he fires directly.

Fire roars, smoke fills the air, breaking the silence of the night.

Clatter!

Birds are startled and fly away, and beasts flee.

The pitch-black and quiet forest is actually full of life.

The powerful roar echoes in the forest valley.

The "Ghost Painted Face" ahead suddenly loses balance, but when he is about to land, he performs a kite-turning somersault, kicks the tree trunk fiercely, and flies out again.

Li Yan's shot didn't hit, only tearing his black robe.

Although he didn't hit, the magic robe was broken, and he could only rely on his own strength, finally slowing down.

And the distance between the two sides is constantly closing.

Swish!

But just at this moment, Li Yan stops suddenly, hooks the tree trunk with his feet, rotates in the air, and hides behind a giant tree.

Boom! Boom!

Two gunshots also ring out in the distance.

Like thunder, the tree as thick as a water bucket snaps.

Li Yan rushes out fiercely, hiding behind a giant rock on a hillside, his expression gloomy, looking at the hillside two hundred meters above.

He can smell that there are more than a dozen people hiding there.

Although they are ordinary people, each one holds a divine fire musket.

It is the Shu Prince's fire-musket team!

Back in Longquan Station, Li Yan secretly saw this secret force of the Shu Prince's Mansion; he didn't expect to run into them so soon.

The Shu Prince actually sent these people too.

He is wealthy, what treasure doesn't he have?

He attaches too much importance to the "Wish-Fulfilling Pearl."

Could it be that there is a hidden story...

Although strange, Li Yan cannot care about thinking too much.

This sudden force disrupted all his plans, and he was obtained the media for the curse, already falling into a disadvantage!

……

Whoosh!

"Ghost Painted Face" leaps up, tears off his tattered black robe after landing, and throws a small cloth bag.

A withered palm grips the cloth bag.

It is Qin Wanpei, the Dharma Master of the Pu'an Temple in Shu.

This old Daoist has already set up a temporary Dharma altar on the mountain, lit incense and candles, offered the five offerings, and placed a small black coffin in the middle.

Beside the coffin, a straw doll is placed.

"Daoist friend has good means!"

The old Daoist opens the cloth bag, looks at the hair and the white handkerchief stained with blood inside, and cannot help but exclaim in admiration.

It is truly not easy to get this item.

That Li Yan is a junior, but he is proficient in both sorcery and martial arts; among the people present, no one dares to say they can completely suppress him.

Especially since the other party is good at water escape, and if one is not careful, he will escape.

And the Gang Token that they fear most.

Only "Ghost Painted Face," an old hand with rich combat experience, could successfully take the item back.

Even though Qin Wanpei is well-informed, he cannot help but praise.

"Daoist friend is too polite."

"Ghost Painted Face" still has a cold expression, "Time is of the essence, please cast the spell as soon as possible, Daoist friend, to avoid complications."

Having said that, he looks to the side, "Open fire to harass, don't give that brat a chance to summon Yin soldiers."

Beside him is the Shu Prince's fire-musket team.

They are not sorcerers, and the night is pitch black, so they cannot see the target.

But behind them stands Jin Cuilian.

She forms a seal with her delicate fingers, her pupils burning, somewhat similar to a cat's, and even at night, they flash with faint green light.

"Over there!"

"Open fire!"

Following Jin Cuilian's finger, the fire-musket team immediately pulls the trigger.

Boom boom!

Two more loud noises, and gravel splashes on the hillside.

The Shu Prince's fire-musket team is well-trained and has clearly pondered the use of new-style firearms.

They take turns firing in groups of two.

Following Jin Cuilian's finger movement, they don't stop at all.

The new-style gunpowder is extremely powerful, and the roaring sound on the hillside is constant, mud and gravel splashing, actually like artillery coverage, soon becoming pitted.

Jin Cuilian feels trembling in her heart.

She knows many side-door sorcery techniques, her martial arts aptitude is average, but she has reached the peak of Dark Jin, plus her sharp and vicious mind, to climb to this position.

Originally, she didn't think much of this fire-musket team, but seeing such power, she couldn't help but feel fear in her heart.

At least she herself could only wait for death in this situation.

Qin Wanpei also has a solemn expression, but he hasn't forgotten what he should do; his hands fly, stuffing the cloth bag into the straw doll's belly.

Forming a seal and entering the taboo, he writes Li Yan's name.

Subsequently, he steps on the Gang and treads the Dipper, holding a peach wood sword in his right hand and a Soul-Suppressing Bell in his left, chanting the curse without stopping.

Ding ding ding!

The Soul-Suppressing Bell shakes, circling above the straw doll.

Three circles to the left, three circles to the right.

The leader of the fire-musket team does not participate in the attack, and facing Jin Cuilian's awe-filled gaze, there is no pride in his heart.

He knows that the fire-musket team still has many weaknesses.

Just like the current situation, without Jin Cuilian's guidance, they are like blind people, afraid that they wouldn't even know if a sorcerer touched their backs.

No wonder the Prince said that firearms cannot completely overturn the situation yet.

With the cooperation of sorcerers, the power is even more fierce.

Thinking of this, he cannot help but look at Qin Wanpei who is busy casting spells.

"Ghost Painted Face" sees his gaze and introduces in a low voice: "This is Daoist Qin's unique skill: Curse of the Lost God. Created by combining Pu'an curse techniques with the secret witchcraft of Shu."

"Shaking the bell to absorb the soul, ten incense sticks beside the straw doll represent the three souls and seven spirits; lose the three souls, lose the seven spirits, and then put them into the black coffin, and you can absorb that brat's soul."

"Fire-musket suppression, even if only one spirit is lost, that brat won't be able to summon Yin soldiers and can only be slaughtered by us."

He says it very detailedly, as if the previous unpleasantness has completely disappeared.

The fire-musket team leader is a soldier, but not a fool, and seeing "Ghost Painted Face" handing him a ladder, he also nods: "Mystic Sect secret techniques are indeed eye-opening." "I speak directly; if there was any offense before, I hope you will forgive me, sir."

"Not at all."

"Ghost Painted Face"'s tone also slows down.

Seemingly fawning, but murderous intent has already flashed in his eyes...

…………

Boom!

Gunshots roar, gravel splashes.

Li Yan's strength explodes under his feet, he lowers his body, and at the moment the giant rock he is hiding behind is about to shatter, he leaps out and hides in another direction.

Although suppressed, he is calm, hiding while thinking of countermeasures.

The current situation is very unfavorable for him.

Even if he faced those experts at the same time, he wouldn't be this embarrassed.

！.

These old things are indeed experienced.

His combat range is more suitable for close-range attacks, and now he is suppressed here; although he won't be hit, he has no power to fight back.

How to break the situation...

Just as he is thinking, he suddenly hears a sound in his ears.

Ding ding ding!

It seems someone is constantly shaking a bell in his ear.

This bell sound carries a strange power, making one feel sleepy, the brain heavy, and the chest stuffy and wanting to vomit.

It's a curse!

Li Yan knows that the other party has already started casting the curse.

The "Dragon Snake Token" does have a certain protective effect, allowing the other party to not capture his aura, avoiding many curses.

But if someone obtains his hair and blood, it is casting a spell according to the media, and even if the "Wish-Fulfilling Pearl" is there, it cannot be blocked.

Without any hesitation, Li Yan immediately uses the Great Luo Dala Dala Fa Shen.

Instantly, all discomfort disappears completely.

Curse techniques damage the soul, and the Great Luo Dala Dala Fa Shen can naturally recover.

But the root cause is not removed, and the curse technique is still ongoing.

Soon, the bell sound rings in Li Yan's ears again, his brain is dazed, and he can only use the Great Luo Dala Dala Fa Shen to constantly repair it.

Although the damage is not great, and the strength of the Great Luo Dala Dala Fa Shen has long been improved, continuous repair finally causes a crack to appear on the head of the Great Luo Dala Dala Fa Shen.

If this continues, he will lose a life sooner or later!

……

On the other side, Qin Wanpei is also sweating profusely.

He forms a seal and chants a curse, shaking the bell constantly.

He watches as one incense stick is about to extinguish.

But before he can take the next step, the incense stick that is about to extinguish rises with green smoke and relights.

Strange!

Qin Wanpei's eyeballs are about to fall out.

He has practiced for most of his life,

This is the first time he has seen such a situation.

"Ghost Painted Face" beside him frowns upon seeing this, "Daoist Qin, can you do it? We don't have much time."

Qin Wanpei also feels ashamed.

He hurriedly picks up a bowl of water on the Dharma altar, drinks a few mouthfuls, holds it in his mouth, and sprays it onto the Dharma altar with a puff.

Instantly, Yin wind rises all around.

In the gale, the old Daoist's hair and beard fly, he waves the peach wood sword, bites his fingertip, draws a bloodstain on the sword blade, holds the blade horizontally, and pats the straw doll of Li Yan three times.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Three incense sticks extinguish almost simultaneously.

And Li Yan below also feels black before his eyes, almost falling to the ground, but fortunately, the Great Luo Dala Dala Fa Shen repairs it in time, and when the fire musket shoots toward here, he leaps and changes direction again.

On the mountaintop, the old Daoist Qin Wanpei is panting.

Seeing the three extinguished incense sticks, he is secretly proud.

Fortunately, he still has two tricks up his sleeve.

"Ghost Painted Face" took a life-and-death risk to obtain the curse media; if he can't do it, he won't be able to hold his head up in the future.

But he isn't proud for long before his face stiffens.

The three extinguished incense sticks actually rise with green smoke at the same time.

"This..."

Qin Wanpei almost vomits blood, and in his desperation, he says: "That brat must have some protective treasure on him!"

Unfortunately, the others have gloomy expressions and are too lazy to pay attention to him.

And Li Yan below also feels a surge of anger.

The people on the mountain are all experts, but they hide behind the fire-musket team, simply like a dog biting a hedgehog, with no way to start.

Damn it, these old ghosts, coming to cheat and sneak attack, don't talk about martial ethics at all!

They are all famous figures, why are they so cautious?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration crosses Li Yan's mind, and he guesses the reason.

His Gang Token has already been used up, and he didn't think about this at all.

But these old ghosts don't know.

The reason for such a move, and using firepower to interfere, is clearly because they are afraid he will use the Gang Token to summon Yin soldiers.

Thinking of this, Li Yan immediately says loudly: "Qing Jia! Ascend to the Black Heaven, descend to the Black Earth, the Black Heaven has no light, the Black Earth has no gate..."

The chanting of the curse echoes through the mountains and fields.

"Not good!"

Everyone on the mountain is also startled.

But before they can move, Jin Cuilian is dumbfounded, watching the figure leaving below, and loses her voice: "That brat ran away!"

"Ghost Painted Face" suddenly understands something.

Even though he is experienced in the Jianghu, at this moment, his face is full of anger, laughing out of anger, "Good, good, good, hunted geese all day, only to be pecked blind."

The others also don't look good.

Daring to think that their planning was all for nothing.

Qin Wanpei laughs out of anger, "That's fine, I'll continue casting the spell; even if that brat has a treasure to protect him, he will be disturbed. Two Daoist friends, go, and just kill him."

"Ghost Painted Face" rushes out without a word.

Jin Cuilian follows closely behind.

Without the Gang Token, with their sorcery and martial arts, there is no need to worry.

And the fire-musket team leader also frowns, raises his hand and orders: "Stop, clean up, don't waste the magazines."

He is also annoyed in his heart.

The firepower suppression just now wasted the magazines in vain.

Although the Shu Prince's Mansion secretly controls several mines and doesn't worry about gunpowder, the magazines are heavy, and the amount they can carry is limited.

If they are all consumed, the fire-musket team will become a toothless tiger.

The fire-musket team leader is annoyed in his heart and cannot help but look at the old Daoist who is busy casting spells, giving a cold snort.

This bunch of Jianghu sorcerers is indeed unreliable...

…………

This time, it can be considered a change in offense and defense.

Just now, Li Yan was chasing "Ghost Painted Face."

And now, it has become "Ghost Painted Face" and Jin Cuilian jointly chasing the fleeing Li Yan.

"Quick, don't let him run to the riverbank!"

"Ghost Painted Face" moves fast, turns his head and roars.

Seeing Li Yan disappear into the dense forest, Jin Cuilian doesn't talk nonsense, directly takes a black cat tail from her bosom, chants a mantra, and waves her hand.

Whoosh~

Yin wind rises, and a pair of cat footprints appear on the ground in the distance.

It is the Cat Ghost Technique.

The Cat Ghost is formless and faster.

Jin Cuilian says in a deep voice: "Don't worry, he can't run!"

The two speed up their pursuit, afraid that Li Yan will run to the riverbank and use the water escape technique to escape.

But what they didn't discover is that the aura tracked by the Cat Ghost in the distance is a straw paper doll, shuttling along the ground at high speed.

And after they left, Li Yan also walked out from the dark part of the dense forest with mist all over his body, full of murderous intent, looking at the mountaintop.

Subsequently, his figure disappears rapidly.

(End of chapter)