Chapter 512

"Ho~ya!"

Wu Ba was excited by the killing, waving his axe and roaring.

His facial features were ferocious, his fangs protruded from his mouth, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to rush into the village to continue the pursuit.

This was Wu Ba's weakness.

He grew up in Shennongjia since he was a child, and all his combat experience came from hunting and tribal fighting; many times, instinct would override reason.

Plus his Ren-Xiao bloodline, it was easy for him to go crazy.

Thump! Before he could lift his foot, someone flicked his brain, and then Li Yan's voice came from behind, "What do you want to do?"

Wu Ba instantly calmed down, gave a shy, awkward smile, lifted his door-sized axe to defend, and retreated slowly.

Sure enough, those people were forced back but did not flee.

At a glance...

This old lama was instantly beaten until his whole body trembled, his muscles twitched, his brain went blank, and his body lost its strength.

Clang! The knife let out a dragon roar, and the head flew out.

Crackle, crackle, electric light flashed.

Unexpectedly, this woman had amazing aptitude, and relying on her crippled body, she re-cultivated, using the resentment in her heart to practice a terrifying curse.

In an instant, thick smoke rolled around, emitting a pungent and unpleasant smell, forcing the approaching poison bees back.

In a short time, two people were killed in succession.

Soon, there was a discovery.

Buzz, buzz, buzz! Dense poison bees rushed out.

To this day, they finally got relief.

Wu Ba's strength was too terrifying, plus that nearly wild-beast fighting style; once close, these evil people were simply no match.

After Li Yan killed two people in succession, the rest had already fled into the deep mountains.

"Humph!"

Pfft!

Piercing killing intent spread outward with him as the center.

If Li Yan and the others rushed in rashly, their supernatural abilities would be suppressed.

This was an important stronghold of the Dragon Worship Sect, but definitely not all of it; they had to find clues as much as possible.

If they acted rashly and fell into it, and were ambushed by the enemy while in chaos, that would be a major mistake.

Swish, swish!

Lu San had a tacit understanding, whistled, let the falcon Lidong flap its wings and descend, grabbed the lit fire caltrop, rushed into the night sky, and dropped it above the opponent's head.

What made them even more troubled was that because the Gang-Sha Qi in the village was in chaos, it was very difficult for them to stop and use sorcery.

"Nogao, left carries three stars, right carries three prisons, heaven turns and earth flips..."

"The brat is courting death!"

Those evil Dao experts wanted to rush out to destroy the ritual altar, while also dodging the stones thrown at them, looking very embarrassed.

The statue of the Dragon King of the Chuan River Water Mansion was divided into sections and suppressed in these mansions with chains, killing people for offerings.

This scene even surprised Wang Fu.

"Grandma Yuan, don't let him go!"

This was a type of curse that could blind the heart and cause madness.

Their main task was still to protect Wang Fu.

Since then, she often secretly harmed Emei disciples, and her fierce name was famous.

But it was because he used the Immortal Seal Technique to transfer the force.

It turned out that this Dragon Worship Sect had several branch helms hidden all over Shu, all using evil methods to destroy water god temples everywhere.

Others saw this and surrounded them directly.

Several of the remaining people were stung, as if a red-hot branding iron had been stabbed directly into their bodies, screaming continuously, in unbearable pain; how could they concentrate on using sorcery?

The thick fog and Gang wind in the village dissipated, and one could see a mess on the ground, piles of rubble, and many corpses lying horizontally and vertically.

Li Yan took advantage of the situation to exert force, stabbed a knife into his heart, then flipped his wrist and directly cut off most of his neck.

Now that it was completed, the power was even better than in the past.

Of course, those people were also having a hard time.

Some evil Dao demons saw this and immediately cast sorcery to intercept.

Lu San hurriedly called the falcon to scout, then frowned and said, "They didn't gather, they went in different directions."

As if possessed, these people stumbled back to the large mansion in the gale, killing everyone they saw, destroying wildly...

The force of the Great Handprint entered Li Yan's body like a clay ox entering the sea; the palm was soft and had no force.

Li Yan was also cursed, the branding iron piercing his heart.

Li Yan's mouth bled, he directly used the Great Luo Dala Dala Fa Shen to repair it, then twisted his body; the Dust-Breaking Knife and two Soul-Breaking Flying Knives stabbed backward simultaneously, attacking the lama.

Yin thunder destroys souls, Yang thunder breaks evil.

The lama roared angrily, immediately used the Dharma seal, and turned the prayer wheel.

But just as he hit, the lama noticed something wrong.

Li Yan and the others couldn't understand it, so they simply burned it all to ashes.

Although they avenged themselves, after the excitement, a trace of worry couldn't help but appear in the eyes of the Salt Gang men.

Buzz, buzz, buzz! The poison bees controlled by Lu San flew around, assisting from the side.

Wang Fu set up the altar and performed the ritual, not completely reawakening the Dragon King of the Chuan River Water Mansion, but allowing him to temporarily break free from the shackles.

Boom! Li Yan directly pulled out the flintlock at his waist.

Soon, several large mansions in the village caught fire.

But they could only protect themselves.

Li Yan killed two people in succession, looking fierce, but with all his moves exhausted, it was inevitable that he would leave a gap.

It was already midnight, the moonlight was bleak, and neither side could see very clearly, so they could only fire randomly based on feeling.

And Li Yan had already taken this opportunity to break through the interception, leaped up, arrived above the old woman, and as he fell, his right hand drew his knife and swung it.

The one who reacted fastest was the leading lama.

Other demons saw this and were overjoyed.

The Salt Gang members, who were almost confused, immediately regained their sobriety, either bending bows and setting arrows or raising the captured firelocks.

Crack!

These poison bees flew fast, taking advantage of the night cover, and flanked from both sides.

"Kill!"

"Ang——!"

Those large mansions in the village were just ordinary Yin houses for the living, using the method of building graves, dark and damp.

Sha Lifei looked a bit strange.

Two knife-wielders swung their knives out.

He only felt severe pain in his abdomen, as if a knife was stirring.

Those poisonous snakes were even more scared and completely out of control, turning their bodies to return, and even wanting to bite their masters.

Even the Soul-Hooking Chain couldn't pierce the monk's robe.

Thump, thump, thump! Wu Ba carried his axe, his heavy body stepping on the ground, like an elephant crossing a river, the vibration sound clearly audible.

Swish! It turned into a light shadow, rushing directly toward the crowd.

Inside the entire Dragon-Killing Land, a gale blew, and stones flew everywhere.

For a time, arrows whistled and guns roared continuously.

Now trapped in a siege, no matter how high the kung fu, two fists were no match for four hands.

Those temples with prosperous incense, evil things dare not disturb, and outsiders go there and have to be honest; that's the reason.

The wind helped the fire, and in no time it was burning fiercely, the beams collapsed, bricks fell, and it even spread to other buildings.

However, Li Yan was waiting for this moment.

His heart and lungs were on the verge of rupturing.

Not long after, the entire village was reduced to ruins.

But they didn't expect Wang Fu to directly grab their soft spot.

They were furious and rushed out of the village one after another.

He stuffed a yellow talisman into his mouth, chanted non-stop, then spat out fiercely, and black smoke sprayed out.

They didn't say a word and rushed out again.

Afterward, the tornado gradually subsided. Boom! With a loud bang, smoke filled the air, and there was no movement on the opposite side.

Just as he acted, others were not idle either.

Li Yan exerted force under his feet and followed closely behind.

And this was just a feint.

As for the rest, no more clues were found.

Li Yan did not show weakness and simultaneously used the "Northern Emperor Protection Curse."

That Daoist was clearly good at various fire methods; he took two bamboo tubes from his waist, lit them, and while forming seals, blew fiercely.

"It's poison bees, quickly cast spells to break it!"

Accompanied by a long dragon roar, the Gang-Sha Qi surged, forming a huge tornado; wherever it passed, those stone towers were all destroyed.

"Act!"

But with a flash of knife light, the temple of that spearman was pierced, and another flying knife also deflected the sharp thorn.

But beside Wu Ba, there was also more than one person.

But the opponent's cultivation was higher than his, and the Immortal Seal Technique could only unload most of the force; the remaining vibration of the internal organs still caused him internal injuries.

"Lu San!"

The lama let out a cold snort, his monk's robe billowing, his blood-red giant hands flipping up and down, blocking the Dust-Breaking Knife and the Soul-Breaking Flying Knives.

Everyone took care of it carefully, just for this curse; at the critical moment, it could curse the enemy to death alive.

Dragon nature is arrogant; not to mention the Dragon King who once ruled the rivers of Shu, once there was a chance, it would be an endless revenge.

From that lama, they found several letters.

They quickly set up a formation, some bending bows and setting arrows, some throwing flying darts, and some even taking out firearms to shoot.

The black smoke from the curse hadn't even approached before it was directly shattered.

Instantly, in the night sky, Buddhist sounds were heard, ringing in everyone's minds; Li Yan and the others were fine, but many Salt Gang men immediately had dull eyes, their whole bodies went soft, and they couldn't lift any strength.

Li Yan remembered what he saw along the way, shook his head in a deep voice and said, "The former Jiang Shen Jiangshen Dajun ruled the Shu water mansion with panic; these people are afraid they want to create water disasters to make the Jiang Shen Jiangshen Dajun re-gather incense."

He couldn't care less, twisted the Dust-Breaking Knife, held the handle with both hands, changed his stance, and stabbed forward fiercely with a heart-piercing knife.

"Stop him!"

But Lu San knew that not many were actually blown to death, so he chanted incantations again and patted the demon gourd at his waist.

Using curses and poison techniques to deal with it was the most appropriate.

This lama had sharp eyes, his body rolled, like a red cloud leaping up, forming hand seals in mid-air, his right hand suddenly became thick, and the color turned into sauce-red.

But Li Yan's counterattack also exceeded their expectations.

Unfortunately, these people were all old Jianghu oil-slickers, and without any greeting, they fled in different directions with tacit understanding.

Seeing that the lama with the highest kung fu was also beheaded, the remaining dozen or so people were completely terrified and fled in all directions without saying a word.

"Why are these madmen destroying the water god temple?"

Two Soul-Breaking Flying Knives whistled out.

Their way of dealing with it was not wrong.

Wu Ba, without the obstruction of the curse, roared, rushed into the crowd, swung his axe, and no one dared to withstand his edge.

Facing the rushing Li Yan and Wu Ba, the old woman used her withered hands to take two straw men from the leather bag at her waist.

"So it's a living Yin messenger!"

They also knew about new-style firearms; Li Yan had already fired a gun, and there was no time to reload.

Inside the Dragon-Killing Land, the terrifying Yin-Sha Qi was still raging.

The anger of the gods was fully embodied at this moment.

Others were startled and retreated one after another.

The entire village had completely fallen into chaos.

The leading lama hurriedly looked at the red-haired Daoist behind him.

This Grandma Yuan was old, but her status was clearly very special; she was carried on a sliding pole stretcher, and someone carefully draped a cotton-padded jacket over her legs.

The demon gourd had its poison bees wiped out in the previous battle, and it was also severely damaged; fortunately, when Lu San and the others were treasure-hunting, they found another powerful heavenly spirit and earthly treasure beehive, allowing the demon gourd to swallow it.

The Dragon Worship Sect wants to deal with "Huangquan"? Li Yan didn't expect that he would accidentally learn this news.

The leader was a lama, wearing a red shirt, a yellow lama hat, and holding a prayer wheel in his hand.

"Forget it, don't chase the desperate enemy."

This lama laughed angrily, spoke in stiff official language, and said, "The sect leader was originally going to deal with you; it's just right that you delivered yourselves to the door!"

His kung fu was the highest, reaching the peak of Hua Jin, and he was extremely good at seizing combat opportunities.

The fish-scale armor on his left arm clattered, and piercing killing intent overflowed.

There were two others, one throwing a sharp thorn, and the other turning a meteor hammer, following closely behind.

However, something that surprised them happened.

The Yin thunder and Yang thunder stored in the Dust-Breaking Knife were all released.

Hit by the flying rubble, it was still fine, but some people kept hearing angry dragon roars in their heads, and their eyes became crazy.

In Li Yan's ears, the dragon roar became weaker and weaker until it disappeared.

Sha Lifei let out a low cry and took out another fire caltrop.

Arrows flew, and firelocks roared continuously.

Clatter, clatter! He raised his left arm, and the Town-Demon fish-scale armor trembled.

Li Yan shook his head slightly and led the crowd to clean up the battlefield.

And the Jianghu dregs and evil Dao experts gathered by the Dragon Worship Sect suffered relatively small losses, still having half alive, about thirty or forty people.

The ground under Li Yan's feet cracked instantly.

With a loud bang, flesh and blood splattered.

Li Yan continued to cast the "Northern Emperor Protection Curse."

Like a poisonous snake, it flipped up and down in the air, pouncing toward Wu Ba.

The destructive power had already exceeded his expectations.

It was precisely the Tantric Handprint.

Boom! This palm of his landed solidly on Li Yan's back.

This Grandma Yuan originally came from the orthodox Emei, but because she seriously violated the precepts, her cultivation was abolished and her heel tendons were picked.

This time, there were no more obstacles.

Everyone around saw this and felt cold in their hearts.

And Li Yan had already changed his stance to step forward, dodged the meteor hammer, pulled casually, dragged the person over, and smashed his head with a punch.

Slap! This lama reacted faster, gripped with both hands, and clamped the blade.

What made Li Yan most vigilant was an old woman in black among them.

To tell the truth, many of them didn't know Li Yan's identity, let alone how they provoked this fierce god.

Li Yan looked like he was in pain, but in fact, he had already used the Great Luo Dala Dala Fa Shen to lift the curse, and without stopping, he quickened his pace.

The Dragon King of the Chuan River Water Mansion, conferred since the Tang Dynasty, experienced war, the incense was interrupted, and it was said that the temple had long since collapsed, and was picked up by evil people from somewhere.

This old woman really had some skills; the curse was evil, and compared with Wang Fu's Seven Arrows Secret Curse, it was not weak at all.

The core of all the protective measures in this village of the Dragon Worship Sect was the eroded and enslaved Dragon King of the Chuan River Water Mansion.

Occasionally someone would let out a muffled groan and fall to the ground.

There were also Li Yan and Wu Ba.

Fortunately, Li Yan and Wu Ba retreated quickly; even so, Wu Ba's door-sized axe was blocked left and right, and sparks flew everywhere.

The poison bees cultivated now were significantly smaller, pitch black, with a metallic luster, and their bodies were streamlined and shuttle-shaped.

Swish! A man holding a long spear stepped on a chain and rushed out first, performing a move of "Straight to the Yellow Dragon," stabbing at Li Yan's heart.

Others threw poisonous snakes from their bundles, formed seals and chanted, making hissing sounds, and the poisonous snakes flew toward Wu Ba.

She reached out to Li Yan and Wu Ba, drew a talisman in the air, formed a seal, and picked up a steel awl, stabbing down fiercely. Wu Ba let out a muffled groan and squatted down, clutching his stomach.

As for those ordinary disciples, they were undoubtedly the unluckiest.

This was just one branch of the Dragon Worship Sect.

Facing this behemoth, they probably wouldn't have the power to resist next time.

Feng Laohai looked at Li Yan, who was packing up, finally gritted his teeth, walked up, and said, "Young Hero Li, I have a way to make the Shu Prince's Mansion swallow this breath and temporarily not dare to make things difficult for you."

"I don't know if you dare to do it?!"

(End of chapter)