Chapter 511

"Chase!"

Under the night curtain, a group of people shuttled through the mountain road.

The Salt Gang men held sharp blades; although the cold wind whistled in their faces, there was a fire in their chests, and each of them was extremely excited.

Ever since they were squeezed into this ghost place, they had been stifled for too long.

They didn't dare to provoke anyone, and had to endure it even after being bullied.

But with every household in the village setting up mourning halls, where else was there to retreat?

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but look forward.

Only then did they see Li Yan walking with a knife; clearly just walking, yet it was as if he were shrinking the ground into an inch, always leading the crowd.

Sha Lifei followed closely behind, and Wu Ba carried Wang Fu and flew forward.

As for Lu San, he had already left ahead to scout the path.

There was no need for much communication at all; the tacit understanding of their coordination had long made Feng Peng Laohai, who was on the side, secretly surprised.

Although he became famous at a young age and entered the Hua Jin realm in middle age, relying on his Five-Lang Eight-Trigram Staff, he was also a person who could be ranked in the Shu martial world.

But to this day, he was already old, his Qi and blood were declining, and it was difficult for him to travel at night for a long time, so he was carried on a sliding pole by several younger disciples.

Save energy and strike at the critical moment.

With the help of Li Yan and the others, the first battle was a success, and revenge might not be a problem, but there was no joy on the old man's face.

Even if this calamity could be successfully overcome this time...

What about next time?

He was already old and didn't have many days left to live.

But what about these younger generations under his hand...

Thinking of this, Feng Peng Laohai looked at Li Yan and the others in front, his eyes thoughtful, and then became deep.

A falcon cry and the sound of wings breaking through the air came.

Li Yan stopped, didn't even look, and raised his hand to scoop into the air, holding the falling bamboo tube in his hand.

On it was a simple map, depicting the mountains and rivers, their current location, and the target's location.

Well done!

Li Yan secretly praised in his heart.

The falcon's high-altitude vision, combined with Lu San's supernatural ability, was simply a match made in heaven; he had mentioned some ideas from his previous life on the road, and Lu San understood them instantly.

With this thing, he didn't know how much more convenient it would be.

He carefully examined the map, frowned, turned around, and handed it to Wang Fu behind him, "Daoist, take a look; this place seems a bit wrong."

Wang Fu took it and lit a torch.

While looking, he gestured with his fingers and said thoughtfully, "The incoming dragon carries killing intent, steep and dangerous, ugly and rough, with exposed bones and stones... it's indeed a bit wrong; it looks like a Dragon-Killing Land!"

Sha Lifei touched his head, "I know about Tiger-Killing Pass; it was named that because a tiger was slaughtered there. Could it be that a dragon was slaughtered there?"

Wang Fu shook his head and said, "A Dragon-Killing Land is a type of dragon vein, extremely fierce and evil; the living cannot dwell there, and the dead cannot be buried there, otherwise there will surely be disaster."

As he spoke, he looked into the distance with a solemn expression, "This kind of fierce and evil place is no worse than the Ghost Qiang village."

"Everyone be careful; there must be arrangements inside!"

After seeing the trickiness, everyone immediately slowed down.

They walked carefully all the way, but strangely, the enemy clearly knew they were coming, yet did not set an ambush to block them.

Arriving at the foot of the mountain, Lu San also emerged from the dense forest with the little white fox, shaking his head and saying, "From here to the mountain, there is no one."

"There is a village in the mountain with extremely heavy Sha Qi; I don't know what means they used, but it looks like there is not a single person."

Li Yan let out a cold snort, "Wanting to borrow the terrain? How can there be such a good thing? We'll use fire later to force them all out!"

Others also thought it was a good idea and immediately went up the mountain.

Crossing a mountain ridge, the Dragon Worship Sect's village came into view.

Just as Wang Fu said, this place looked like a place of extreme evil; rocks were exposed, there were broken gullies everywhere, the withered grass on the ground was messy, and the trees were strange and ferocious.

Large stone mansions stood among them.

These houses were also very strange, square, without windows, and the gates were narrow and long, looking almost like graves.

Looking from afar, there were at least a dozen of them. They were scattered in an orderly manner, clearly arranged in some kind of Feng Shui formation, and there was a pitch-black, foul-smelling stream flowing down from the mountain, circling and running through the entire village.

"The living dwell in Yin houses, killing dragons to brew death Qi..."

Wang Fu was shocked, his brows tightly furrowed as he said, "These people are reversing Yin and Yang; fire attack is afraid to be useless."

Upon hearing this, Li Yan turned his head and waved his hand.

The Salt Gang men were already prepared; they bent their bows and set their arrows one after another, and after lighting the fire arrows, they shot them out directly.

Swish, swish, swish!

Rain of fire pierced the air and fell into the village.

Their target was naturally those strange large mansions.

Li Yan thought Wang Fu meant that those large mansions were hard to ignite, but who knew that while the fire arrows were still in the air, a strange wind blew up.

"Roar!"

The sound of the wind whistled, as if some wild beast was roaring.

Those fire arrows were instantly extinguished, and even spun in the air, falling crookedly in various places.

"I understand!"

Wang Fu's eyes widened, and he exclaimed in surprise.

He hurriedly turned his head, looked at Feng Peng Laohai, and said urgently, "What does that madman in your village usually say?"

"He says he met the 'Night Dragon King'."

"Then that's it!"

Wang Fu looked solemn, took out his compass to check carefully, but saw the needle on it crooked, sometimes suddenly motionless, sometimes spinning rapidly.

After walking around a few times, Wang Fu stuffed the compass into his bosom and said in a deep voice, "I know what they are doing."

Li Yan frowned, "Daoist, please explain in detail."

Wang Fu said in a deep voice, "Do you remember the Dragon King enslaved by Huo Jiao that we saw in the Dragon King Temple outside Chongqing Prefecture?"

"Of course I remember."

Li Yan asked, "Is the one inside the same?"

That matter also left a deep impression on him.

Huo Jiao was originally a Dragon King Temple keeper, but he enslaved the Dragon King to do things.

He had only ever heard of evil gods going astray and secretly enslaving the people; this was the first time he had seen the reverse.

But if the Jiang Shen Da Jun was involved, it would no longer be strange.

This one was an ancient water god who ruled the water tribes of Shu; these Dragon Kings worshipped later didn't even qualify to be his grandsons.

"I'm afraid it's even more powerful! You wait a moment..."

Wang Fu suddenly thought of something, hurriedly turned around, took out a booklet from the luggage behind Wu Ba, and flipped through it by the firelight.

The Salt Gang men looked at each other.

This was the first time they had encountered such a thing.

They were in the middle of a fight, so why were they flipping through a book?

Li Yan, however, had a guess in his heart.

This was the secret manual they found from Huo Jiao.

Huo Jiao's previous inheritance was called the "Four Public Sect," referring to the worship of the Four Dudu Dragon Kings; it was originally a Mystic Sect orthodox sect, prosperous during the Tang Dynasty, but later gradually declined.

The key was that this secret manual recorded the names of various Dragon Kings, many of which were conferred during the Tang Dynasty and were now rarely known.

No matter what the other party wanted to do.

As long as he knew the name, he could directly cast spells to deal with it.

"Found it!"

Not long after, Wang Fu opened one of the pages and said in a deep voice, "This should be the Dragon King of the Chuan River Water Mansion, in charge of several rivers in Shu, such as the Fu River and the Tuo River."

Sha Lifei asked suspiciously, "Daoist, how did you guess?"

Wang Fu shook his head, "This is a Dragon-Killing Land; they built houses to disturb Yin and Yang, clearly wanting to refine the Dragon King into a puppet."

"The imperial court's conferment is not a joke; it is to enjoy the sacrifices of the nation's fortune. Although the Great Tang has perished, the rank is there."

"To go to such great lengths, only the Dragon King of the Chuan River Water Mansion is worth them doing this. Once refined, they can secretly rule and harm the water gods of Shu."

These words left Feng Peng Laohai full of question marks. Although he was not clear about these ghosts and gods, he also knew it was big trouble, so he hurriedly asked, "Daoist, is there a wonderful method?"

"Naturally, there is."

Wang Fu hurriedly let Wu Ba put down the luggage, took out various magic tools, found a place where the Earth Qi gathered, and set up a ritual altar.

"Human hearts are hard to fathom, ghosts and gods are hard to deceive."

A trace of killing intent also flashed in Wang Fu's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "These vulgar gods, from the moment they were conferred, were meant to protect one side."

"Even if the Great Tang perished, the incense and wish power of hundreds of years, how could it be erased by evil arts? We only need to give it a push to reawaken the Dragon King, and these people will eat their own fruit!"

Having said that, he turned his head to look at the crowd, "I have a 'Dragon King Treasure Proclamation,' I will write it down and give it to you; when I cast the spell later, everyone must pray and chant sincerely."

Li Yan listened carefully and felt a faint realization.

These vulgar gods, to put it bluntly, all arose because of human hearts; the incense and wish power condensed, and over time, they gradually showed extraordinary qualities.

It was like a peach; the outside rotted, but the core remained unchanged.

As long as you give it a push, maybe a miracle will happen.

Reading the original text!

Just like the Dragon King enslaved by Huo Jiao at that time, once he got a little relief, even if he was reduced to ashes, he would drag Huo Jiao with him.

After setting up the ritual altar, Wang Fu looked at Li Yan and the others again, "When I cast the spell later, there will surely be strange phenomena in the village."

"Those people will notice something is wrong and will definitely come out to stop us."

"Daoist, don't worry!"

Li Yan waved his hand, and several people immediately surrounded the ritual altar.

Wang Fu wanted them to protect the Dharma.

He didn't know how many people the other party had, so they were also very cautious.

Li Yan and Wu Ba guarded the very front.

Both were close-combat experts and complemented each other.

Lu San and Sha Lifei guarded beside the ritual altar.

They both had long-range attack methods and good kung fu; they could not only protect Wang Fu but also provide support for Li Yan.

This was the reason why Li Yan dared to show himself with great fanfare.

With several brothers joining forces, they wouldn't be afraid no matter what situation they encountered.

Pfft!

Wang Fu lit the treasure candles, waved the copper coin sword, sprayed water from his mouth, opened the ritual altar, and then took out a piece of yellow paper.

Folded twice, it became a spirit tablet.

The wolf-hair brush was dipped in cinnabar ink, and the Dragon King's divine name was completed in one go.

Wang Fu hesitated for a moment, then placed straw men and several small metal arrows beside it to prevent accidents.

In case the Dragon King couldn't wake up, he could only use the Seven Arrows Secret Curse.

After making all preparations, Wang Fu flipped the copper coin sword, and circled the Dragon God tablet three times clockwise and three times counter-clockwise.

Afterward, he closed his eyes and lowered his head, holding the sword in his left hand and tapping the wooden fish with his right hand, while opening his mouth to say:

"With sincere heart, I take refuge in the ritual; the sea is irrigated into a palace, the Jade Island receives blessings, the descendants of the Heavenly Imperial lineage, the vast commanders, holding the three heavens, the imperial decree rules over a hundred spirits..."

This was the "Dragon King Treasure Proclamation," used for sacrificing to the Dragon King.

Seeing this, the Salt Gang members also hurriedly chanted.

At first, they were not proficient in chanting, and their voices were uneven, but after a few times, they gradually became unified.

These Salt Gang men could also be considered as making a living on the water, and they were usually respectful to the Dragon King, so they naturally chanted very sincerely.

Nearly a hundred people gathered, and their voices became increasingly loud.

"Roar——!"

In the pitch-black village, a gale blew again, but the sound seemed to pass through the gaps, turning into the roar of a wild beast.

Soon, black fog surged in the village, as if a giant object was tossing and turning up and down, rolling up dust and stones all over the ground.

"Bold!"

An angry voice sounded from the strange mansion.

"Go out quickly, kill them!"

Clang, clang, clang!

Accompanied by the sound of copper gongs, the courtyard gates of those strange mansions suddenly opened wide, and one figure after another rushed out.

Among them, the personnel were extremely complex.

Rushing at the very front were monks and Daoists, as well as knife-wielders with scarred faces and women with sinister expressions; their skills were all not bad.

Those behind were mostly dressed like ordinary villagers, carrying knives, guns, and firearms; their equipment was not bad, but judging by their appearance, they had only practiced kung fu for a few days.

There was still some distance from those large mansions to outside the village.

Wang Fu ignored them and just focused on performing the ritual.

With the chanting of the "Dragon King Treasure Proclamation," the incense smoke at the ritual altar was faint, as if blown by the wind, circling around the Dragon God tablet.

And the roar of the wild beast in the wind also gradually changed.

"Roar——!"

"Roar——!"

"Ang——!"

At first it was a wild beast, but later there was already the sound of a dragon.

The vulgar gods who had been enslaved and harmed by these people finally got a chance to breathe and directly launched a revenge.

In an instant, the gale in the village blew even more fiercely.

Those ordinary disciples with poor kung fu were directly unlucky; the gale blinded their eyes, and they couldn't even distinguish the road.

Before they could react, they were smashed by giant stones rolled up by the gale.

As for the experts in front, they were furious, easily dodging the flying stones, and rushed toward Li Yan and the others.

"Hehe!"

Wu Ba smiled ferociously, carrying his axe, and lowered his body.

His left hand supported the ground, a bit like a wild beast before pouncing.

Boom!

The gravel on the ground flew everywhere, and his whole body disappeared instantly.

Wu Ba's supernatural ability and talent were all in his tendons and muscles; although he was only in the Dark Jin realm, his strength was so amazing that even a Hua Jin expert couldn't withstand it.

The two men who rushed over first were two men.

One held a knife, and the other held a spear.

Their eyes just blurred, and they saw Wu Ba approaching rapidly.

"Well done!"

The one holding the spear shook the spear shaft, and the spear head immediately split into three shadows.

He practiced the Zi-Wu spear, originating from Shaolin, but popular in the Jiangnan area; with a lift of his hand, it was a move of "Phoenix Nodding Three Times."

He was no more familiar with this move.

If Wu Ba didn't dodge, he would be stabbed directly in the eyes; if he dodged, he could follow up with a move of "Hiding the Person in the Spear," directly flanking him and taking his life.

However, behind him came a sound that was almost a warning.

"Idiot, retreat quickly!"

The man holding the spear hadn't reacted yet when he heard the sound of chains clattering in his ears, his body stiffened, and he couldn't move.

Pfft!

Wu Ba, who rushed over, swung his axe casually, directly dismembering him.

It was Li Yan who used exquisite footwork, hiding behind Wu Ba; after approaching, he couldn't be seen at all.

He had seen the Tai Xuan Orthodox Sect play this move, and using it to coordinate with Wu Ba was just right.

Clatter, clatter!

Li Yan was not in a hurry to make a move, but walked behind Wu Ba, his two Soul-Hooking Chains flipping up and down; whoever dared to approach was directly fixed in place.

With his help, Wu Ba almost didn't need to consider defense, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, one axe per person, splitting the ground with broken corpses.

"Retreat first! Retreat first!"

Those people could be considered experts, but they had never seen such an unreasonable and savage fighting style, so they hurriedly retreated.

For a time, relying only on Li Yan and Wu Ba, they suppressed a group of people firmly...

(End of chapter)