Chapter 545

What is this thing?

Sha Lifei was shocked and wanted to lower his head to check.

However, a chill came from his ankle, spreading like solid ice, and soon enveloped his entire body.

It was like falling into the Netherworld.

His whole body was stiff; let alone lowering his head to look, he couldn't even speak, and even his five senses began to be covered.

His vision quickly turned black, and the sound of the wind in his ears grew further and further away.

Even his thinking became sluggish.

Sha Lifei could feel that something seemed to be trying to seize his flesh, causing fear and despair to rise in his heart.

Fortunately, he was not alone.

Seeing this, Wang Daoxuan beside him immediately pulled out his gold coin sword, changed the dharma seals in his hands, wiped it on the blade, and stabbed backward at that hand.

Pfft!

Wang Daoxuan was not skilled in martial arts, and his strength was not great, but the gold coin sword was like a hot knife cutting through butter, stabbing directly into it.

Not only that, but it also hissed and emitted white smoke.

That hand twitched in pain, but strange laughter came from underground, refusing to let go of Sha Lifei.

"It's ghost energy!"

Wang Daoxuan frowned, formed a seal again, and at the same time bit his fingertip, wiping it on the gold coin sword.

"Ah——!"

With this, the other party finally let out a miserable cry and withdrew its hand.

Sha Lifei was freed, his five senses quickly recovered, as if he had been pulled up from a pitch-black abyss.

He was also clever; he pulled out another flintlock pistol from his waist, lunged forward, and pulled the trigger toward the ground at the same time.

Boom!

With a loud bang, mud splattered everywhere.

A large hole appeared on the ground, but it didn't hit anyone; he could only see a pair of black hands quickly retracting into the hole.

"Don't worry about it, hurry up and go!"

Lu San pulled him to run forward quickly, and at the same time whistled.

Although his supernatural power was temporarily broken, his ability to speak the language of birds and beasts was unaffected, and he immediately made arrangements.

Swish!

The little white fox Chuyi beside them lunged out.

Its fur stood on end, it sniffed, and its little head looked around.

Suddenly, it darted to the left.

"Follow Chuyi!"

Lu San didn't talk nonsense and gave a low shout.

He trusted his partners extremely.

Although the other party had a more powerful exotic bird to restrain the falcon, the little white fox Chuyi was a monster itself and had also awakened the ear supernatural power.

Coupled with the wild beast's spiritual sense, it could also keenly feel danger.

In the vast wind and snow, the little white fox was like a snow elf.

Sha Lifei and the others followed closely behind to retreat.

He and Lu San were both dark-strength martial artists; one was skilled in Red Fist, the other in Imitation Fist, and each operated their dark strength, their speed astonishing.

Wang Daoxuan was not skilled in martial arts, so his speed was slow, but Wu Ba was beside him; he scooped up the Daoist with his left hand and ran, following closely behind.

The wind and snow whistled, and the night was pitch black.

Led by the little white fox, the group ran rapidly.

"There's a river ahead; after crossing it, there are mountains."

Lu San couldn't hear anything at all, but still calmly instructed.

The rule Li Yan set for the team was that every time they stopped in a place, they must first familiarize themselves with the terrain, so that if an accident occurred, they could retreat easily.

Lu San executed it seriously, and the surrounding terrain was already clear in his mind.

"Hahaha... the rats are here!"

In the night sky, the noisy voice of the blood parrot came.

This little thing was both an exotic beast and a monster, and very vicious; although it had attack capabilities, it didn't land, just kept circling in the air, making noise.

Its purpose was naturally to create psychological pressure.

Just like some wild beasts, they always like to watch their prey struggle.

Sha Lifei frowned as he listened; while running, he quickly replaced the magazine, but didn't intend to fire.

He knew that in this environment, he couldn't hit anything at all.

The gunfire would instead reveal their position.

Thinking of this, Sha Lifei patted Lu San on the shoulder, pointed at the monster gourd, and then pointed backward.

Lu San understood and immediately formed a seal, patting the monster gourd.

Hum!

A black smoke rose.

The poisonous bees cultivated now not only had astonishing toxins but were also considered spirit beasts, with hard bodies and carrying Yin Sha Qi.

Even in this freezing weather, they could withstand it.

"Bug, bug, many bugs!"

A strange sharp scream rang out in the air.

The blood parrot flew up and down in the dark night, its blood-colored feathers carrying Yin Sha Qi, directly fanning away the approaching poisonous bees.

However, this strange bird looked back, a trace of resentment flashing in its eyes, and deliberately pretended to be defeated, screaming and retreating.

"Run quickly!"

Lu San recalled the poisonous bees and led the group to continue running.

Several hundred meters behind them, the blood parrot flapped its wings and landed, standing on a branch, continuing to scream: "Bug! Bug!"

"Shut up!"

A hoarse voice rang out; it was the old woman.

She stared at the blood parrot, her eyes cold, "Those things can't do anything to you; if you play tricks with me again next time, I'll pluck all your feathers!"

No matter how spiritual the blood parrot was, it was ultimately a beast; hearing this, it immediately trembled and closed its mouth.

Only then did the old woman turn her head and say in a deep voice to the rear: "They have spirit beasts leading the way and have broken through the encirclement."

"I'll deal with that little thing. Gouwa, find a way to drag them down; Xie Sanyang, younger brother, you take the music troupe and take a detour to intercept them; don't let them cross the river!"

Bang!

A head suddenly poked out from the snow.

It was the clown with the tufts of hair, his head shaking back and forth, laughing, "The Daoist has a treasure in his hand that can restrain my secret method; I can't beat him, I can't beat him, I'm injured, I can't be a clown anymore!"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand from the soil.

The wound pierced by Wang Daoxuan's sword had already turned black and festered, with yellow sticky pus still remaining.

This dwarf clown was Gouwa.

Granny Chang, the old female lead, sneered after hearing this, "The troupe is full of talent now; we don't lack you, a clown. Failing the mission will only let others succeed."

"I know you have your own tricks, go."

Although the dwarf Gouwa was still reluctant, he didn't say much more, his body drilling into the soil.

And the black-faced martial lead on the other side remained silent, nodded, exerted force under his feet, and disappeared with a *bang*.

When he appeared again, he was ten meters to the right, dragging his blade forward, his speed astonishing, and behind him, several figures appeared.

Both men and women, all carrying various musical instruments.

After they left, Granny Chang, the old female lead, raised her dragon-headed cane, shook her head, and her hair became disheveled; she formed a seal and sang: "The sky is dark~ the earth is dim, black clouds~ cover the sun and moon, the wilderness~ has no human voice, the cold wind~ pierces the bones..."

The singing was mournful, as if crying.

The prayer wheel under the dragon-headed cane also spun with a humming sound.

If Li Yan were here, he would find that the old woman's hand seals were extremely similar to the Night-Crying Lang in Chang'an City.

A wild wind blew, and the sound drifted, spreading across the field.

The little white fox, which was running rapidly in the snow, suddenly screamed and rolled on the ground, covered in snow, very embarrassed.

"Chuyi!"

Lu San was shocked and hurriedly picked it up.

But the little white fox was already covered in bristling fur, its eyes blood-red, baring its fangs, twisting crazily, seemingly in great pain.

Bang!

Lu San gritted his teeth and directly knocked the little fox unconscious, saying in a deep voice: "This is a method to capture monsters and demons; the other party is skilled in beast-taming techniques."

"Follow me, cross the river and enter the mountain!"

After saying this, he held the little fox and jumped.

Ahead was a steep slope; the group slid down rapidly with the snow, and soon reached the bottom of the slope. "Wait!"

Lu San was about to continue running, but was pulled back by Sha Lifei, who held his firearm, looking coldly at the surroundings, "There is murderous intent!"

Sha Lifei had awakened the body supernatural power, and his five senses were powerful; although not as good as a separate supernatural power, a martial artist's spiritual sense was also very strong.

Not only that, but in the few days in the Corpse Forest, wandering in danger every day, like walking on a tightrope, also trained this kind of spiritual sense.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, movement appeared in the surroundings.

Clang!

The sound of gongs and drums suddenly rang out, accompanied by the mournful sound of the erhu.

It was like a play starting, all kinds of musical instruments playing together.

This thing was called "Naotai" or "Opening Gong."

In traditional operas across the country, it was used when the play started.

Using the gong and drum beat as an introduction to create an atmosphere.

Speaking of which, Sha Lifei and the others were familiar with it, but to their ears, it felt extremely strange and harsh, making them feel stifled and wanting to vomit.

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Not only that, but the surrounding scene also stretched instantly, becoming empty, as if the distance to the riverbank was getting further and further away.

"It's a sound wave illusion!"

Wang Daoxuan's eyes narrowed, and he immediately had Wu Ba unload the luggage on his back, while taking out Li Yan's Cloud Thunder Divine Drum.

He looked at Sha Lifei, but his heart moved, and he patted Lu San, signaling him to beat the drum to break the formation.

Lu San didn't talk nonsense and directly exerted his dark strength to beat the drum.

Li Yan's Cloud Thunder Divine Drum was rarely used on ordinary days.

First, it could only exert its effect on specific occasions, and second, with his cultivation and combat style, he didn't need it most of the time.

If it were before, only he could drive it.

But after the group's cultivation improved, they could all beat it a few times.

Lu San was now deaf, making him even more suitable.

He stood in a horse stance, operated his dark strength, and beat continuously.

Thump, thump, thump!

The majestic drum sound rang out.

Lu San didn't know thunder techniques, so using the Cloud Thunder Divine Drum couldn't exert its full power, but drums were also often used in shamanic methods, so it was another kind of style.

The drum sound was arrayed, carrying the charm of the primitive era.

The two were not in harmony, and the sound immediately became chaotic.

Although noisy, it relieved their discomfort.

Creak~ creak~

The heavy sound of stepping on snow rang out.

Only to see the black-faced martial lead dragging his Guan blade, walking slowly out of the darkness, and taking off a mask from his waist and putting it on his face.

That was a mask in the shape of a facial makeup, mainly white, with colors like red and black.

In the jargon, it was called "White Three Tiles."

This facial makeup mask should be some kind of dharma artifact.

After the black-faced martial lead put it on, his momentum climbed sharply, carrying a cold and upright taste, and he suddenly held his blade horizontally.

It was actually some kind of strange "Divine Striking Technique."

Sha Lifei often watched operas and immediately recognized who the other party was playing, and said coldly: "Di Di Han Chen, how dare an evil person like you play this?!"

After saying this, he raised his Divine Fire Gun and prepared to shoot.

But just at this moment, his back felt cold; he turned around suddenly and pointed his Divine Fire Gun at the ground.

Swish!

But a line of snow rushed over rapidly.

It was the clown Gouwa.

Seeming to feel the threat of the Divine Fire Gun, this guy performed the Earth Escape Technique, immediately turned his body, and after a few meters to the left, there was no movement.

"Don't fire, he's luring you!"

Wang Daoxuan reminded him immediately after seeing this.

"Hmm."

Sha Lifei nodded, holding the Divine Fire Gun, carefully paying attention to the movement around him, waiting for the other party to approach before pulling the trigger.

And on the other side, the martial lead had already rushed over violently.

The other party was wearing official boots, but his steps were fast; one could only see shadows, as if sliding in the snow, and the snow behind him splashed up.

"Wu Ba, drag him down first!"

Wang Daoxuan gave a low shout, took out various dharma artifacts, and with fast hands and feet, set up a temporary dharma altar.

"Roar!"

Wu Ba was already prepared, let out a roar, and rushed out carrying his battle-axe.

The two swung their weapons almost at the same time.

Clang!

In the darkness, sparks flew.

Wu Ba took two steps back and was shocked.

The other party's blade carried astonishing momentum, almost knocking the battle-axe in his hand away; this was the first time such a situation had occurred.

And that martial lead retreated seven or eight steps, holding the Guan blade, pressing his body down, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Wu Ba's strange strength also exceeded his expectations.

"Hmph!"

The black-faced martial lead let out a cold snort, held the long blade in his hand, twisted it with a *crack*, and immediately unloaded more than half of the blade handle, inserting it into the snow beside him.

His Guan blade was already a bit strange, the blade was longer, and this unloading of half the handle immediately turned it into a large blade.

Holding the blade in his right hand, he pressed down with his left, making a fierce tiger leaving the cave stance.

There was a reason for spending this effort.

This martial lead used the "Divine Striking Method," learned three kinds of kung fu, and performing the Divine Striking Technique could have three kinds of changes.

So his name was "Xie Sanyang."

Three kinds of changes, all could make people suffer.

Di Qing Di Di Han Chen was the first one.

In legends, Di Qing used the "Nine-Ring Golden Diamond Tang-Fixing Blade," and the kung fu passed down was not small, which was summarized by later generations as Di Qing Fist.

Using Di Qing for Divine Striking, naturally, a large blade was smoother.

Swish!

Wu Ba naturally didn't know what the other party was playing, so he directly grabbed the attack, his feet thumping, like a wild bull, and slashed down with his axe.

And this black-faced martial lead suddenly turned and raised his leg, dodging the axe blade while swinging his blade with his right hand, slashing at Wu Ba's eyes.

This move was called "Yaksha Exploring the Sea."

Di Qing Fist had many moves, emphasizing one step and one movement.

Although the movements were slow, the stance was large, the fist path was long, steady and solid, and the momentum was astonishing.

Although he used a weapon, it also carried this style.

Wu Ba's martial arts talent was far above Li Yan's; even the genius Wu-style Eight-Extreme Fist successor Wu Qu couldn't help but pass on fist techniques, which showed his talent.

Having learned the Eight-Extreme Fist, his combat power had already improved quite a bit.

This kind of move could naturally be dodged easily.

Eight-Extreme emphasized fist strikes in all directions, the power could reach all directions, plus Wu Ba's violent style, he would definitely not back down.

Clang!

Wu Ba suddenly changed hands, raised his axe with his left hand to block, and at the same time stepped forward with his left foot, and kicked with his right foot.

The Eight-Extreme kick was also a killer move; not only were the movements secretive, but the power was like a thunderclap, the speed was extremely fast, and the power was astonishing.

As long as one was hit, it would definitely break bones.

This black-faced martial lead Xie Sanyang knew it was powerful, didn't dare to face its edge, suddenly exerted force on one leg, turned his body, and moved horizontally backward.

Wu Ba didn't forgive him, bent his knees, exerted force with his ten toes, as if digging into the ground, brought the person out suddenly, and smashed his right fist out.

This was the Eight-Extreme Support Hammer, like a bow and arrow.

When Wu Ba used it, it was like firing a cannon; he stomped his feet to exert force, *boom*, even breaking a hole in the sky full of flying snow.

Clang!

The martial lead hurriedly blocked with his blade.

The huge force came, directly knocking him seven or eight meters away.

The black-faced martial lead Xie Sanyang performed a somersault, landed steadily, held his blade horizontally, and his eyes also became solemn.

He formed a dharma seal, his body filled with Sha Qi, and even the long blade in his hand was covered with a layer of black mist, clearly some kind of martial technique.

And on the other side, the snow exploded, but the clown Gouwa poked his head out from the ground, picked up the burning wooden stick with his right hand, and puffed out his cheeks to spray.

Whoosh!

The fire was raging, enveloping Lu San...

(End of chapter)