Chapter 580

Blood-colored mist surged and gathered, viscous like liquid, vaguely forming a human figure, but it kept gathering and dispersing.

"One hundred thousand~ hungry ghosts~ feast away~".

The opera singing continued, but it became distorted.

Not only that, but a thick, bloody stench spread in all directions.

The garrison company commander from just now hadn't left yet.

He stood blankly, his face pale, sweat on his forehead; he wanted to turn and run, but his whole body was stiff and unable to move.

Everything before his eyes had completely exceeded his understanding.

Many Mystic Sect phenomena are invisible to ordinary people who haven't awakened supernatural powers, unless in two situations:

First, people near death, where death energy gathers.

Second, in special environments, such as places of great evil.

The Netherworld Stage's surroundings happened to be such a situation.

The garrison company commander felt his nasal cavity filled with the smell of blood, felt dizzy, touched his nose tremblingly, and found his hand covered in fresh blood, instantly fainting.

Others were no better off.

The sorcerers around were all feeling chest tightness and nausea; some who had awakened eye-related supernatural powers seemed to have seen something terrifying, their faces full of fear, blood and tears flowing from their eye sockets...

"If you don't want to die, close your eyes!"

Nie Sangu had a solemn expression and gave a low shout.

Reminded by her, many people came to their senses, hurriedly closed their eyes, shut down their supernatural powers, and some even turned around.

They knew they had likely violated some taboo.

Hu~

A wild wind whipped up around them.

The pungent bloody stench quickly receded.

Hearing that there was no more movement, they slowly opened their eyes.

"Is this the Blood Basin Holy Mother?"

One of the black-robed Duan Gong trembled and said, "The sect's 'Yin Talisman Ritual' records: Lady Liu swallowed Buddha bones, shattered the mirror of retribution, self-proclaimed as the Blood Basin Holy Mother, fed ghosts with living souls, and held the power of inverting Yin and Yang; I didn't expect it to be real..."

Another person also had a solemn expression and frowned, "Impossible, the Mulian Opera is just a trick for Buddhist proselytizing; how could it be real?"

"Even if it really exists, that's a disciple of the Buddha; how could she let her own mother turn into a demon?"

Nie Sangu glanced coldly and explained, "That's an evil god, worshipped by some who sang Yin operas back in the day, and it was once popular in eastern Sichuan."

"There are still folk rumors in eastern Sichuan that if one hears the 'Blood Basin Tribulation' at midnight, it means the Blood Basin Holy Mother has arrived in the mortal world, and drowned ghosts and starving corpses come to worship, evolving into the 'Hundred Ghosts Carrying the Sedan Chair'..."

"Pregnant women there avoid looking at red silk, fearing the disaster of the Holy Mother's 'Blood Basin Shining on the Fetus'..."

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at Situ Qian and smiled, "I heard that many years ago, a 'Demon-Suppressing Iron Box' was dug up in Bai Di City, containing a bronze mirror with the Holy Mother's blood lotus pattern cast on the back, which was later stolen. It seems that was your handiwork."

Situ Qian glanced coldly and didn't speak.

Nie Sangu instantly closed her mouth.

She was just curious and couldn't help but want to probe the bottom of it.

But such things shouldn't be spoken of casually.

It clearly made Situ Qian somewhat unhappy.

And the others who heard it understood instantly.

This was an artificially created evil god.

Some heterodox lineages often did such things, just like the Great Song Ghost Sect of the past, which had produced many evil things...

Outside the Chengdu prefectural office, the atmosphere was equally solemn.

Zizi~

The Dust-Severing Blade flashed with electric light, splitting the paper figure in two.

Li Yan backhanded a blade flourish.

The puppet paper figure in front of him ignited with green fire, turning into ashes.

These Three Yin Generals guarding the altar were indeed terrifying, but when they encountered thunder techniques, combined with Li Yan's current cultivation, they were simply vulnerable.

However, no one on their side had a happy expression.

The puppet guarding the altar had been killed, but the dharma formation hadn't disappeared, meaning this matter wasn't over yet.

Sure enough, not long after, an anomaly appeared again.

The surrounding Yin fog stopped flowing, the evil wind that blew at people's souls also suddenly ceased, and the darkness mixed with deathly silence became even more oppressive.

A pungent bloody stench spread over.

"It's the Blood Basin Holy Mother!"

The White Cloud Temple Daoist reminded him through gritted teeth, "Young Hero Li, this is a demon summoned by evil people; the people of Shu have many taboos, so it cannot be destroyed, only suppressed."

"We'll block it, you guys run!"

These Daoists, although they had their own pride, also upheld the righteous path and could be relied upon at critical moments.

However, Li Yan shook his head, "There's nowhere to run; even if you die, this thing will still entangle us."

After saying this, he formed a seal with his left hand, and seven Taiwei Chuling paper figures soared into the air, spinning around him, while the Three Talents Demon-Suppressing Coins on his Qiannian arm guard also rattled and trembled.

Hu~

A wild wind whipped up around them, and Yin evil energy rose from the ground.

Frost began to spread under Li Yan's feet.

And his aura became increasingly cold and powerful.

"This is... Summoning a General?"

The White Cloud Temple Daoists saw this, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Others might not recognize it, but they were from the Tai Xuan Orthodox Sect, and being at the feet of the Emperor in the capital, they were well-informed.

The method of Summoning a General wasn't unique to the Fengdu lineage.

For example, the Shenxiao Sect could summon the Thunder Department's Heavenly General "Throwing Fire and Flowing Gold" to descend before the altar and suppress demons.

But such a method was usually very troublesome.

Setting up a dharma altar, with many Daoists cooperating, consuming huge amounts of manpower and material resources, those who could perform it independently were at least high-ranking masters of a sect.

This kid, wasn't he a wild practitioner...

Not mentioning their doubts, Li Yan had already gathered all his spirit, fully unleashing his supernatural powers, staring fixedly ahead.

With the blessing of the Eight Generals of the Outer Altar, the evil energy on his body became increasingly thick.

He had also seen more than one demon like the one the White Cloud Temple Daoist spoke of.

The Lengzheng Ghost worshipped by the Ezhou Ghost Sect and the "Guest in the Mist" created by the ancient Saltwater Tribe were all similar things.

This kind of demon was born in the mortal world and couldn't be counted as a Yin offender; a more accurate description was that it was a mutated innate Gang evil energy, born from incense and blood sacrifices, or various evil arts.

There were only two ways to deal with it.

One was to find what restrained it.

The second was to grind it out with absolute power.

Finally, Li Yan felt the Blood Basin Holy Mother.

A thick bloody stench seemed to come with the wind, from far to near, crossing hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.

So fast!

Li Yan didn't hesitate, directly forming a dharma seal, "Nuogao! Taiwei Taiwei Chuling, create soldiers and armor, drive away evil and assist the righteous, Yang harmony spreads through the body, Northern Yin Emperor's command, suppress blades and soldiers!"

Just as the Daoist was fighting for his life, an anomaly also occurred outside.

Li Yan and the others followed the Big Dipper in the darkness, quickly arrived at the Prefecture Yamen gate, kicked it open, and rushed out directly.

At the same time, the darkness also spread rapidly.

Flowing Cloud old Daoist was arrogant and fell into a death trap, but there was one thing he had guessed correctly.

This formation was one that moved with the people.

Li Yan and the others came out, and the formation range also expanded accordingly.

"Look!"

The soldiers who were intercepting immediately discovered something was wrong.

The originally thick black fog had surrounded the entire Chengdu Prefecture Yamen, but now, the black fog was actually spreading outward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Because of this black fog blocking, they couldn't see anything.

The garrison centurion was a shrewd person, his heart stirred, and he immediately ordered: "Aim at the gate, fire!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The soldiers didn't waste words and pulled the triggers directly.

At the same time, Li Yan and the others also arrived.

Although those soldiers were firing indiscriminately, two shots hit, and the powerful Divine Fire Gun shot directly through the gate.

"Ah—!"

An Eight Trigrams Sect disciple couldn't dodge in time and was hit in the chest.

Needless to say, the Prefecture Yamen gate was made of fine jujube wood, a full three fingers thick. After the Divine Fire Gun bullet shot through, the power was also reduced a lot.

But even so, a blood hole opened in this disciple's chest, and he sprayed blood foam from his mouth, full of despair, and soon lost his breath. "Zhuzi!"

Dong Cunshan pulled Imperial Censor Wang to dodge, full of anger.

Logically speaking, upon arriving here, other Eight Trigrams Sect disciples could also flip over the wall and charge out from other directions.

However, they were still shrouded by the Netherworld Opera Stage formation.

Leaving the range of the seven Daoists' Dharma flags, they would immediately be blown by the evil wind, and at that point, they would directly faint; how could they have the ability to make a move?

"Charge out after three breaths!"

Li Yan gave a low shout and left the range of the Dharma flags directly.

He was prepared this time; the Dragon Snake Token protected the law, the Three Talents Suppressing Demon Coins on his left arm clattered, resisting the invasion of the evil wind.

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Yan exerted force with his feet, leaped into the air by stepping on the wall beside him, and jumped onto the main street.

But at the same time, the black fog around also spread accordingly.

This situation made Li Yan very surprised.

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He had thought he would break out of the formation, but he didn't expect to still be trapped by the formation. This formation should be combined with spellcasting; everyone inside the Prefecture Yamen had already been marked.

But at this moment, he couldn't be bothered to think much.

After jumping down from the wall, his whole body's dark jin exploded, his toes tapped, like a dragonfly skimming the water, and he jumped directly into those garrison soldiers.

Clang, clang, clang!

Two broken soul flying sabers danced up and down, instantly killing four people.

Not only that, those soldiers were also dragged into the formation by him, the evil wind rose from the soles of their feet, and they soon fainted, falling to the ground.

And in the eyes of the remaining garrison soldiers, it was rolling black fog rushing over, like a beast, directly swallowing the personnel in front.

Screams were constant, and no one could escape.

"Retreat, quick retreat!"

That garrison centurion only felt his heart go numb and hurriedly ordered.

The tightly surrounded encirclement finally showed a gap.

Dong Cunshan and the others inside couldn't hear the sound outside, but they trusted Li Yan, and after counting three breaths, they charged out directly.

Sure enough, there was no obstruction.

But arriving on the main street, they didn't know what to do next.

Not to mention the black fog all around, dizzy and confused, not knowing where to run, the Eight Trigrams Sect disciples were also not very familiar with Chengdu.

What was even more troublesome was that the Seven Stars Flag above was also starting to dim.

"Not good, Uncle-Master he..."

The Daoists below saw this and were full of grief and indignation.

"What are you waiting for, follow me!"

Just at this moment, Li Yan arrived in time, carrying a black cloth bag, and gave a low shout, running directly toward the left side.

"Where are we going?"

"Don't talk nonsense, just follow me!"

Li Yan's face was gloomy, walking quickly in front.

He had long been accustomed to organizing small team activities and was used to making full preparations every time he acted. When he came, he had already obtained the evacuation plan from Young Master Wuxiang.

Although it was cumbersome, it could absolutely dodge the pursuers.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Suddenly, the Dharma flags above ignited spontaneously.

Flowing Cloud Daoist in the Prefecture Yamen was dead, the Dharma altar was destroyed, and these Dharma flags had no foundation, so they naturally couldn't be supported.

In an instant, the evil wind howled again.

Fortunately, these Daoists of Bai Yun Temple were not weaklings.

"Approach us!"

The leading Daoist gave a loud shout, then simultaneously

This old woman was also an evil path demon; having roughly understood the situation, she immediately took out a black pill the size of a Tang Yuan from her bosom and flicked it toward Li Yan.

Sou!

Seeing the black ball shoot over, Li Yan's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly dodged.

The black ball hit the ground with a bang, instantly erupting into a large area of phosphorus fire and thick smoke, melting the accumulated snow with a hiss, and it wouldn't go out even when encountering water.

Smelling this, Li Yan couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

This thing had the same smell as the Nether Fire Gun and should have been an evil method passed down from the end of the Tang Dynasty, only it had become solid, and its power was slightly smaller.

Fortunately, he was very familiar with this smell.

Seeing that the opponent had reinforcements, Li Yan gritted his teeth, his right hand quickly forming a seal, and his whole body erupted with electric light, crackling and flashing.

His situation was no different from Bai Qihong's.

Using the "Divine Transformation Method" consumed a huge amount.

Simultaneously performing thunder techniques meant he couldn't hold on for long.

But at this point, he had to finish the battle quickly.

Once the thunder technique appeared, it immediately showed its difference.

Peng!

Only a loud bang was heard, and the blood mist retreated instantly.

The opponent's innate evil energy was bizarre, but after all, it was an evil method, naturally restrained by thunder techniques.

Li Yan didn't hesitate and closed in.

The Dust-Severing Blade, blessed with thunder techniques, was even more fierce, with electric light crackling and dancing up and down with the blade light.

The blood mist opposite was beaten back step by step, gradually dimming, even revealing the figure of Bai Qihong, who was covered in blood.

And with the electric light flashing, Li Yan's figure was also vaguely revealed, seen by Nie Sangu nearby.

"Kid, so it was you!"

Nie Sangu was instantly filled with murderous intent, taking out "black tangyuans" one by one from her bosom, preparing to burn Li Yan to death.

Pu!

Just then, Bai Qihong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, her hair disheveled, the blood color fading from her eyes, and her cheeks showing an abnormal flush.

The "Blood Basin Holy Mother" possessing her had been defeated by Li Yan, and this filial-clothed opera singer had also suffered a backlash.

But this demoness had a tenacious character; she actually held on with her last breath, her flowing sleeves suddenly flicking out, pulling on the eaves of the street to soar into the air, rolling directly into a nearby civilian house, and even jumping into a well.

This move truly exceeded Li Yan's expectations.

The opponent was already unconscious when she fell into the well, but he didn't have time to search; he turned around abruptly and looked at Nie Sangu.

Not good!

Nie Sangu's heart trembled, and she turned to run, simultaneously scattering a few black tangyuans, with phosphorus fire mixing with toxic smoke rising.

However, Li Yan's speed was faster.

Seeing the black fog surge, he broke through the air over the phosphorus fire on the ground, and then two Soul-Severing Flying Knives whistled out.

Nie Sangu hurriedly turned around, raising her dragon-headed cane to block.

Dang! Dang!

Two crisp sounds, and the Soul-Severing Flying Knives were deflected.

But it was during this blocking effort that the blade light carrying electric arcs had already swept across her neck.

Li Yan couldn't bother to loot the corpse; his right foot exerted force, tapping the ground abruptly, and he flew backward wrapped in rolling black fog, arriving outside the Bagua formation.

After landing, the black fog on his body dissipated, and the Taiwei Chuling paper figures spontaneously ignited in the air, turning into fly ash.

And the surrounding Yin evil energy also dissipated along with it; through the faint moonlight, the scene on the street was clearly visible.

The Netherworld Stage formation was finally broken!

Before everyone could cheer, they saw Li Yan stagger after landing, almost falling.

Dong Cunshan's expression changed, and he hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

"I'm fine!"

Li Yan said in a deep voice, "Let's go, go through the dark canal behind the prefectural office to Wenmiao Street, enter the Imperial River waterway, and hold your breath to escape."

After saying this, he took out a blueprint from his bosom and handed it over.

"Go!"

Dong Cunshan gave the order, and everyone immediately charged into the dark alley of the prefectural office.

Just as they left, those evil sorcerers also charged over with the garrison soldiers.

The sound of messy footsteps shook the ground.

Plop!

The corpse of the Tang Yuan granny Nie Sangu fell to the ground with a bang.

Her head rolled into the snow pile...

(End of chapter)