Chapter 549: Yin Generals Fight Fierce Gods

"Brother Li!"

Seeing Li Yan arrive, Sha Feifei's eyes lit up.

He didn't feel that a savior had arrived, but rather, having worried earlier that Li Yan had an accident and his cultivation had gone wrong, he finally felt relieved.

"Hmm."

Li Yan scanned the surroundings coldly, already having a judgment on the battlefield situation, and said in a deep voice: "Leave this place to me; you go deal with the others."

"Okay!"

Sha Feifei didn't talk nonsense, took Wu Ba and left, and gave a gesture to Lu San at the cave entrance.

The three immediately drilled into the dense forest and took a detour to the opposite side.

Li Yan didn't look back but stared fixedly at the opposite side.

On the way, he had already asked about the opponent's background from the blood parrot.

This time, the "Ghost Opera Troupe" only sent a small team, and the number of people was not large, but they had already scattered the Chengdu underworld gang earlier.

The main experts were only three people: Granny Chang, Xie Sanyang, and Gou Wa.

As for the musical troupe members, they mainly provided support.

Although the number of people was not large, their strength could not be underestimated; several experts each had their own characteristics, complemented each other's weaknesses, and could use firearms.

To be honest, their fighting style was somewhat similar to theirs.

The Chengdu underworld gang had many people, but they were still scattered.

Li Yan was not surprised by this at all.

Smart people usually have a characteristic: their encounters and levels are different, but they always play the cards in their hands well.

And in this world, there is never a shortage of smart people.

Facing this kind of enemy, the layout of the battle is very important.

His arrival just happened to revitalize the situation.

At the moment, Granny Chang was fighting with Wang Daoxuan with sorcery; as long as he nailed down Xie Sanyang hiding on the opposite side, the winner could be decided.

In the distant forest, Xie Sanyang's expression was also grim.

He naturally understood the current situation.

He had heard from people in the Prince of Shu's Mansion about Li Yan's difficulty and didn't want to get entangled with him, but he had no choice.

Wang Daoxuan was performing the "Seven Arrows Secret Curse" in the cave.

If the sorcery wasn't destroyed, Granny Chang would be hard-pressed to escape death.

Granny Chang was an elder of the Ghost Opera Troupe.

If he couldn't protect her, it would be difficult to escape punishment upon returning.

Thinking of this, Xie Sanyang slowly removed the Di Qing mask and took out the remaining two masks from his waist.

One was Wu Wu Sheng Guan Yu.

The other was somewhat bizarre: green face and fangs, red hair, the face painted with gold and silver patterns, and the word "Diao" written on the forehead.

This sorcery of Xie Sanyang's originated from the God-Inviting Technique.

But orthodox gods do not possess bodies; any god invited by the God-Inviting Technique cannot be the main body, not even a clone, at most a replica condensed from incense.

Therefore, the root of this sorcery was simulated witchcraft.

"Wu Wu Sheng Guan Yu" was Xie Sanyang's second type of power, and also the one he was most proficient in; even his weapon was a Guan blade.

Usually, when used, it could settle the outcome of a battle, but the consumption was not small, so even when fighting Wu Ba earlier, he didn't use it.

Xie Sanyang had originally grabbed the "Wu Wu Sheng Guan Yu" mask, but looking at the expressionless Li Yan in the distance, his heart suddenly trembled.

An inexplicable sense of crisis surged in his heart, as if locked onto by a fierce beast.

He gritted his teeth, directly picked up the third ferocious mask, put it on his face without hesitation, and at the same time performed a hand seal and chanted: "Flags and drums are gloomy and reflect the secluded altar, one sound of the dharma drum shakes the star evil, two drums sound and the soul also chills, the underworld gong knocks and shakes the Yin mountain, incense smoke curls and candle light dims, respectfully invite the Diao Guest to descend to the mortal world..."

Before inviting Di Qing, he hadn't chanted.

But this time, he prepared for a long time.

Not only that, after chanting, he also used both hands to slap his whole body, exceptionally loudly.

In the terminology of the God-Hitting Technique, this is called "pressing the energy," also known as "slapping the evil."

Inviting a god to possess the body inevitably involves various mixed energies.

After all, it is a mortal body; if one doesn't understand the method of "slapping the evil," one will inevitably be bedridden for at least several months after a battle.

The longer the "slapping the evil" time, the more powerful the thing invited.

Xie Sanyang even used dark energy.

Every slap had the vibration of Yin evil energy.

The sound became louder and louder, and the surrounding accumulated snow all fell down with a clatter.

Seeing this, Li Yan frowned slightly.

He naturally knew what this was doing.

Although he didn't know which minor god the opponent had invited, looking at this momentum, it was definitely not simple.

However, it was not yet the time to take action.

The opponent's sharpshooter was still aiming here; he had to attract the opponent's attention to buy time for Sha Feifei and the others.

Besides, Wang Daoxuan was behind him, so he couldn't run around at will.

Thinking of this, Li Yan also performed a hand seal at the same time, and eight straw paper dolls whistled out from the leather bag at his waist, circling around his body...

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Clatter!

Branches shook, accumulated snow scattered.

Sha Feifei and the three were running in the snow forest.

The area of this canyon was not small, with steep cliffs on both sides, and many areas on the steep slopes and in the middle were covered by tall bamboo forests.

The ground was full of accumulated snow, and below was soft soil.

Sometimes when exerting force, deep pits would be stepped out.

In this situation, it was impossible to hide their figures, but Sha Feifei and the others didn't think about hiding, making no effort to cover their movements.

After taking a detour, they finally arrived at the area where the gunman was hiding.

But in the dark bamboo forest in the distance, a middle-aged man wearing a white cloak and holding a Divine Fire Gun was aiming at the direction of Li Yan.

This person wore official boots on his feet, clearly a person from the Commandant's Office.

Hearing the movements of Sha Feifei and the others, his expression turned ugly, he hurriedly turned around and pulled the trigger.

Boom!

A loud noise, rows of bamboo collapsed, wood chips splattered.

At this distance, the accuracy was already poor, and Sha Feifei's people were well-prepared, scattering directly and dodging the gunfire.

Boom!

Sha Feifei fired back accordingly.

The opponent also leaped and rolled, dodging easily.

Sha Feifei was not surprised when he saw this.

He had been fighting with this person all morning and had long discovered that the opponent was experienced and had amazing spiritual perception; unless the distance was close enough, it was very difficult to hit.

Of course, his purpose was only to interfere.

Hum!

Lu San had already taken action in advance, and a group of poisonous bees suddenly flew out from the opposite side, rushing toward the gunman.

This gunman was startled and turned to run.

"Roar!"

But just then, a huge roar rang out.

Wu Ba exerted force under his feet, rushing through the bamboo forest like a wild beast, the bamboo along the way all shattered, and then he leaped suddenly.

He practiced Baji Fist, which emphasizes feet not leaving the ground.

But this move was practiced by imitating various animals since he was small in the Renxiao tribe, called "Tiger Leap."

With terrifying strength, combined with his strong body, he actually leaped more than three meters high and jumped seven or eight meters directly.

Not only that, Wu Ba in the air also scooped up seven or eight bamboo poles, and took advantage of the landing to swing them fiercely.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Accompanied by a terrifying whistling sound, the bamboo broke through the air.

The gunman's body technique was also amazing; seeing this, he performed a lazy donkey roll and dodged the chaotic bamboo attack sideways.

Although he escaped a disaster, his pace was also delayed.

Hum!

The poisonous bees behind whistled over.

"Clang clang clang~"

In the distant dense forest, the sound of a pipa rang out.

The sound was urgent, like rain hitting a pipa, exactly that famous "Ambush from Ten Sides."

The poisonous bee swarm was affected and flew around in chaos, and many hit the bamboo poles and fell to the ground without movement.

Lu San's expression changed, and he hurriedly patted the demon gourd lightly.

Hum!

The remaining poisonous bees returned to the gourd immediately.

Just this one time, he lost twenty percent.

Everything in the world has generation and restraint. These poisonous bees are extremely easy to use when facing Jianghu experts and ordinary sorcerers, but when facing experts who specialize in sonic sorcery, they immediately fall into a disadvantage.

Dong dong dong!

The drums were still beating, faster and faster.

The three people only felt their hearts pounding, gradually synchronizing with the drumbeat, as if they were about to jump out of their chests, extremely uncomfortable.

Not only that, the surrounding bamboo forest seemed to come alive, rotating rapidly around them.

This was a manifestation of being caught in an illusion.

"Sneaky bastard!"

Sha Feifei cursed, took out the last fire caltrop from the backpack behind him, lit it, and threw it to Wu Ba.

At the same time, he drew a line on the ground with his foot.

Although they were caught in this illusion formation, because they didn't run around, the basic direction was not disordered.

"Throw it that way!"

Sha Feifei shouted, Wu Ba immediately grabbed the fire caltrop, exerted force in his arm, and threw it forward suddenly.

The fire caltrop flew out like a cannonball.

"Lie down!"

Sha Feifei shouted, and the three immediately lay down.

Boom!

Only a roar was heard ahead, and air waves surged.

A large area of bamboo forest collapsed, fierce wind whistled, rolling up the flying snow on the ground, and there was also the sound of shrapnel breaking through the air above.

After the explosion, the sound of musical instruments stopped instantly.

And the surrounding thick fog also dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There is a common saying among the folk: "Better to meet the Impermanence of Black and White than to encounter the Bringers of Mourning and Death."

He had asked Wang Daoxuan before; the layout of the formation cannot be separated from various magic tools, either buried in the ground or placed around.

But usually, these magic tools are hidden by the formation.

So there are two ways to break the formation.

One is clever force: distinguish Yin and Yang, calculate the Eight Trigrams, and find the eye of the formation.

The second is brute force: using powerful sorcery to break the formation with force.

But aren't firearms brute force?

At this moment, Sha Feifei secretly thought it was a pity.

When they were in the Shennongjia, they captured a Tiger-Crouching Cannon from the enemy, which was made of gold spirit material and was very fierce.

At that time on the mountain, it could be said to be one man guarding the pass, ten thousand men unable to open.

The only drawback was that it was heavy.

Only Wu Ba, who had brute force all over, could use it easily.

Sha Feifei originally wanted to bring it to Mount Qingcheng and ask that fire-headed monk to help modify it, to make a hand-held cannon for Wu Ba, and even the blueprints were drawn.

Unfortunately, when leaving Fengdu, because the thing was too heavy, it was left on the boat and snatched by the people of the Prince of Shu's Mansion.

If they had that thing,

Would they still be afraid of a bird illusion formation?

These thoughts flashed through Sha Feifei's brain, then he stood up suddenly, raised his Divine Fire Gun, and walked forward slowly.

Lu San also raised his bone mace.

His supernatural ability was temporarily unusable, but the little white fox Chuji, who had sensitive hearing, took over the burden, crawling in the snow with a low body.

The two raised their firearms and followed behind.

Wu Ba followed closely, ready to charge at any time.

Soon, they found their target.

But under a bamboo forest, a woman fell to the ground, her chest full of holes, blood flowing, the pipa beside her broken into two pieces, already breathless.

This woman was the unluckiest.

The fire caltrop exploded directly in front of her, and she died on the spot.

As for the old man, he also fell on his back, his face pitch black, a hole appeared in his abdomen, his intestines flowed out, and he was groaning and screaming.

And around, there was another trail of footprints, dripping blood and extending into the distance; clearly, another person had escaped.

Sha Feifei stepped forward directly, swung his long blade, and cut off his head; as for the one who escaped, he couldn't bother to chase.

They continued to move forward and finally arrived at that open space.

The old crone in front of the altar saw this, and her expression turned ugly.

"Go!"

She couldn't bother to continue fighting with Wang Daoxuan with sorcery, waved her dragon-headed cane, and performed a hand seal and chanted.

On her altar, there was also a black pottery jar.

It looked ancient, seemingly a relic of an ancient tribe.

Only a crack was heard as the black pottery jar shattered.

Whoosh~

Fierce wind whistled, and a large piece of dust flew out from inside, floating and scattering, flying toward Sha Feifei and the three.

"Scatter!"

Lu San saw this, his expression changed greatly.

He pushed Sha Feifei and the other two away, and at the same time performed a hand seal, took out a bone flute from his waist, and blew it.

The flute sound was mournful, carrying the ancient and wild atmosphere.

Those dusts seemed to be living things, actually stopping in mid-air, floating and drifting, left and right.

It's no wonder Lu San was nervous; he had seen this thing.

Even the "Classic of Mountain and Sea Spiritual Response" had records.

In ancient times, there were no funeral rites, and some corpses were infected with evil energy and underwent mutations, becoming terrible evil things like Drought Demons.

This Drought Demon thing was very troublesome.

After being killed, the evil energy in the body erupted, often causing plagues and droughts for thousands of miles.

Ancient tribes had great shamans who burned the Drought Demon, borrowed the power of ghosts and gods, and sealed the remaining ashes and plague poison into pottery jars.

Facts proved that this method was not feasible.

The plague poison became an evil thing; if someone accidentally broke it, it would continue to wreak havoc, poisoning people and infecting them with evil diseases.

I don't know where this old crone found it...

Lu San couldn't bother to explain, while blowing the flute, he patted the demon gourd at his waist again, letting the poisonous bee swarm whistle out again.

The bee swarm was restrained by sonic sorcery, but it also restrained Gu poison.

The bee swarm flew into the floating dust, excitedly scurrying up and down, constantly swallowing, and the plague poison quickly became thin.

And Wu Ba and Sha Feifei didn't idle either.

One from the left, one from the right, bypassing the plague poison mist.

Seeing that her altar-protecting sorcery didn't work, Granny Chang's expression also changed greatly, full of resentment, and she turned to run.

She knew that this game was a total loss.

Now she couldn't get entangled, she must escape to a sufficient distance before Wang Daoxuan's spell succeeded, and hide to break the law.

Whoosh~

But just then, a black mist appeared out of thin air.

In an instant, the surroundings became extremely cold.

It was exactly that Yin underworld evil energy.

Granny Chang's expression changed, but it was already too late.

The cold black mist shrouded her head and face.

The old crone was instantly stiff, and white frost spread over her body.

Such terrifying evil energy was hard for a mortal body to bear.

Boom!

Sha Feifei was quick-eyed and fast-handed, directly pulling the trigger.

The old crone's upper body exploded instantly, flesh and blood mixed with frost splattering, and the lower half of her body also fell to the ground with a thud.

At the same time, on Wang Daoxuan's altar.

Pfft~

The curse straw doll suddenly emitted green smoke and burned by itself.

This was a sign that the target was dead.

Wang Daoxuan breathed a sigh of relief and immediately removed the altar.

"They succeeded over there!"

"Go see!"

Li Yan nodded, guarded Wang Daoxuan and went to the dense forest.

After seeing Granny Chang's corpse and completely confirming that there were no enemies around, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sneaky bastard."

Sha Feifei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, gritted his teeth and said: "This Ghost Opera Troupe is really difficult to deal with; from last night until now, they haven't let go."

Li Yan nodded, looking into the distance with a solemn expression.

"More than that, this is just a small team of the Ghost Opera Troupe."

"They came out of the mountain again this time; I don't know what kind of waves they will stir up..."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 551 =====

Even if they survive, they will most likely become cripples.

However, the heterodox path is clearly no match for the orthodox Dharma.

Amidst the howling wind and flying snow, two figures darted up and down; electric light mixed with fresh blood splattered everywhere, and the wounds on Xie Sanyang's body grew ever more numerous.

After all, he only possessed a sliver of demonic, baleful Qi.

Pfft!

As the demonic, baleful Qi was ground away by the thunder technique, Xie Sanyang completely lost his protective spells; then, with a flash of a blade, his fine head rolled onto the ground.

Li Yan flicked the fresh blood off his blade with a backhand motion.

The black mist on his body dissipated entirely, and he returned to his original appearance.

At the same time, the sound of a zither echoed through the valley.

Li Yan looked into the distance, his eyes narrowing slightly; he did not go to provide rescue, but instead turned back toward the cave.

At this moment, Wang Daoxuan's face was deathly pale.

After all, his cultivation was lower than Granny Chang's, and the opponent had used some unknown method to hold out until now.

His spirit was already reaching its breaking point.

"Daoist, I have come to assist you!"

Clang!

Li Yan sheathed his blade, took two steps forward to the Dharma altar, took the official summons from his bosom, and placed it upon the altar.

Whoosh~

The candlelight on both sides suddenly turned a dark, murky green...

(End of chapter)