Chapter 607: The Chuan Lord

Li Yan's mood was somewhat complex.

In reality, he understood Yang Chenghua's distress.

Carrying the title of the reincarnation of Erlang, coming into this world, it was destined from the start to be extraordinary.

Just after he turned one month old, the Yang family suffered a calamity.

In his youth, he lived under an assumed name.

After reaching adulthood, he drifted through the martial world.

Although Yang Chenghua didn't say it, from his fragmented words, Li Yan knew that he had also tried to abandon his Erlang identity and integrate into this world.

But in the end, he remained a spectator of the mortal world.

Therefore, Yang Chenghua was subconsciously rejecting becoming Erlang.

Only now had he completely accepted it.

When he met Mingshanzi outside the city, he called himself Yang Jian.

Although the story of "Investiture of the Gods" had long been written and widely circulated, history could not compare to the true Erlang.

Before this, there was Li Erlang and Yang Erlang.

Addressing him by a new name,

perhaps represented that he wanted a fresh start.

From now on, there was only Yang Jian, and no more Yang Chenghua...

Thinking of this, Li Yan regained his spirit.

Although Erlang drifted outside the crowd, in a certain sense, he was the core of this incident.

The starting point of many things was the karma between him and the Jiang Shen Jiangshen Dajun.

With his strength, he would surely be able to force those evil people out!

The facts were just as he had expected.

Outside the Cheng Yun Gate of the Prince's Mansion, the black mist slowly dissipated, and all the soldiers regained their clarity, looking at the person in the center of the square.

Gurgle~

Situ Qian's head rolled to the city gate.

The terror in his eyes had not yet dissipated.

And Erlang laid his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear horizontally, reached back to untie the wine gourd from his waist, and took a few gulps.

He wiped his face, and his thick beard fell off in clumps, revealing a jade-like face with five distinct features; he was truly handsome and heroic.

Especially the *gang* qi condensed between his brows, which was actually glowing faintly.

It looked as if an extra eye had appeared out of thin air...

This posture was all too familiar to the people of Shu.

"The Erlang Zhenjun of Manifested Holiness!"

"It's the Erlang Zhenjun of Manifested Holiness descended to the mortal world!"

Some soldiers stared wide-eyed, unable to believe it.

Many others knelt down and kowtowed one after another.

In the originally chaotic battlefield, no one dared to wield weapons anymore.

At this moment, both above and below the city wall, there was absolute silence.

Even those evil cultivators from the Southwest were filled with fear.

"He's a fake!"

Seeing that the situation was bad, the Black Sect Lama Duo Ji Zha Xi roared at the side, "Are you all stupid? How can there be an Erlang in this world? Everyone, attack, kill him!"

As he spoke, he reached out and tugged at his collar, and his wide black monk's robe was instantly torn off, revealing a body covered in tattoos.

Inside the black monk's robe was a painting of a corpse-devouring forest.

He shook the monk's robe, formed hand seals, and chanted.

In an instant, strands of black mist rose from the ground, circling up and down, and shrill cries, both male and female, could be heard.

"Evil creature!"

Erlang glared and looked upward.

Duo Ji Zha Xi, who was chanting, felt his whole body tremble upon seeing that gaze; his spirit was shaken, golden light flashed before his eyes, and his spellcasting ceased.

"Quick, dodge!"

The Blood Nuo Master beside him sensed something was wrong and was about to push him.

However, it was already too late.

Erlang below suddenly took a silver bow and golden pellet from his waist and pulled it back violently toward the top.

Bang!

Before anyone could react, the head of the Black Sect's old monk, Duo Ji Zha Xi, exploded instantly, red and white matter splattering everywhere.

This old demon who had dominated for many years was killed in a single strike.

Not to mention the other evil cultivators, even the Blood Nuo Master felt his scalp tingle and abruptly lowered his body, hiding behind the city wall.

"Quick, use firearms to attack!"

His face was ferocious as he shouted the order.

He naturally knew Yang Chenghua's identity; he had even participated on the sidelines in the Yang family's calamity back then.

But he hadn't expected him to be so fierce.

In the eyes of others, it was just Erlang shooting a golden pellet, but in his perception, it was the terrifying power of incense, carrying *gang* qi, that directly blasted the Black Sect Lama's soul into oblivion.

This kind of technique was completely beyond his understanding.

Using firearms was perhaps the best method.

However, there was no response from below.

Even the soldiers of the Shu Prince's Mansion who had come to support were suspicious and hesitant; some just wanted to raise their guns, only to be held down by the people beside them.

The Erlang Zhenjun of Manifested Holiness, Erlang, was the Lord of the River.

As people of Shu, they had worshipped him since childhood; how could they dare to be disrespectful?

The first to react was Sha Lifei.

His eyes rolled, and he suddenly drew his Guanshan Dao, roaring, "The Lord of the River has appeared to punish the evil creatures! Why don't you turn back now and follow us to punish the evil creatures!"

"Kill!"

Zhao Xianda also came to his senses and waved his sword to give the order.

"Kill!"

The magnificent shouts echoed throughout the Shu Prince's Palace.

The soldiers of the Chongqing Garrison were all greatly encouraged.

While the soldiers on the side of the Shu Prince's Mansion were hesitant.

For a time, the situation on the field was completely reversed.

The soldiers of Chongqing Prefecture charged toward the Cheng Yun Gate.

The city wall here was far from as high as the outer wall, but behind the city gate, it had long been blocked solid with sandbags and stones.

Thump! Thump!

The soldiers lifted the battering ram, and dust fell from the city gate.

However, it remained difficult to push open.

And the evil creatures on the city wall, fearing Erlang below, dared not make a move, nor did they dare to show their heads.

"Wu Ba, blast the gate open!"

Seeing this, Sha Lifei quickly called out.

He knew that this opportunity was once in a lifetime.

As long as they rushed outside the Cheng Yun Hall and destroyed the altar, they could shatter the plans of that evil creature, Lu Sheng.

"Mm."

Wu Ba gave a muffled grunt and hoisted the Tiger-Respect Cannon.

The events outside the city had also reached inside.

"Your Highness, what should we do?"

The leader of the Black Feather Guard asked with a bow.

The news brought by his subordinates was truly shocking.

Even the Erlang Zhenjun Erlang had appeared!

At this moment, he was somewhat at a loss.

"What's the rush?"

The "Shu Prince" calmly took a sip of tea and looked at the sky.

At this moment, following the beheading of Situ Qian, the Netherworld stage collapsed, the red lanterns throughout the city lost their effect, the spellcasting stopped, and the crazed commoners on the street fell to the ground one after another, unconscious.

Those red lanterns also extinguished one by one.

Without the red light shining, the sky shrouded in thick fog became even darker and deeper; as lightning flashed, massive black shadows churned.

Lu Sheng naturally saw this scene.

But he was not in a hurry; instead, he looked at the sky eagerly, as if waiting for something to appear.

Li Wenyuan, beside him, was also looking at the sky.

Unlike Lu Sheng, his eyes were filled with wariness at this moment.

He came from the Great Luo Dala Fajie and knew better what kind of existence Wen Lingguan was; he concealed his aura completely, not daring to leak a single bit.

Hearing that Erlang had appeared, he immediately took a cloth bag from his bosom.

After opening it, inside was the bronze Nuo mask.

"Lang Wu."

Li Wenyuan looked at the Nuo mask and suddenly spoke.

"Your subordinate is here."

The Dragon-Worshipping Sect Leader, Lang Wu, quickly bowed.

At this moment, he was somewhat dissatisfied with Li Wenyuan, but he dared not resist, as the other party knew all his weaknesses.

Li Wenyuan looked at the Nuo mask and shook his head.

"You shouldn't have used this thing."

Lang Wu felt a chill in his heart and quickly explained, "God Lord, please forgive me; the situation was urgent at the time, and your subordinate was almost discovered..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a splitting headache. "Ah~"

Lang Wu let out a miserable scream, clutching his head and rolling to the ground.

His feeling was correct; Li Wenyuan seemed to treat him as a confidant, but had never taken him seriously.

Back then, when the earth dragon turned over in Mount Daba, Li Wenyuan borrowed the divine charm of the Jiang Shen Jiangshen Dajun, a wisp of immortal soul descended, and he bewitched Lang Wu into becoming his subordinate.

At that time, Li Wenyuan had no physical body but possessed Lang Wu; both shared one body until Lang Wu went to practice in the Corpse-Devouring Forest and helped him find a physical body, only then did the two completely separate.

It was also at that time that Li Wenyuan had already played tricks, secretly planting a spell in Lang Wu's spirit.

This matter was done extremely secretly.

Only now did Li Wenyuan trigger the spell.

"You... ungrateful..."

Lang Wu only felt as if a red-hot iron awl had been inserted into his head; the pain was splitting, and he was completely unable to concentrate to use his spells.

!

And before his words could finish, he felt a heaviness on his face.

It was Li Wenyuan, who had already pressed the Nuo mask onto his face.

The painful Lang Wu instantly stiffened.

Only then did he understand Li Wenyuan's words.

Perhaps because he had used the Nuo mask before, as soon as this ancient Shu artifact made contact, blood-colored evil qi transformed into strands of red silk, sticking firmly to his face.

And Lang Wu no longer struggled, remaining motionless.

The vertical eye on the bronze Nuo mask emitted a faint red glow, evil qi poured in, and the yin-evil qi on his body transformed into churning black mist.

Evil qi was an exotic qi of heaven and earth.

Even people like Situ Qian, who could use a small amount to strengthen their spells, would have great hidden dangers.

Those who absorbed a large amount, without exception, would become evil objects.

Lang Wu was no exception.

But he didn't go crazy and attack others; instead, he was attracted by something and looked toward the palace wall of the Cheng Yun Gate.

Swish!

His body flashed, and he whistled out, running on all fours like a wild beast, climbing the wall and leaping out.

Neither Li Wenyuan nor Lu Sheng was surprised.

Lu Sheng laughed dumbly, "This thing called divine incense power, although its power is not small, the more one absorbs, the more one will be influenced by it."

"On your side, fellow Daoist, are there people who have suffered because of this?"

What he was talking about was naturally the Great Luo Dala Fajie.

Li Wenyuan pretended not to hear and changed the subject. "This is an old object of the previous Lord of the River, used by Li Bing; Erlang will surely be attracted by it, but after all, it is a dead object and cannot block him for long."

"Once we show our heads, the one in the sky will likely come down."

Lu Sheng looked at the sky and muttered:

"Rest assured, it's almost time..."

Swish!

Outside the palace wall, a black shadow leaped down.

A cold wind whistled, carrying bone-chilling coldness.

Soldiers along the way were brushed by the black shadow, all stiffening, their bodies trembling, their eyes gradually turning pitch black.

Back at the Qingyang Palace, Lang Wu had relied on the Nuo mask to make many Daoists fall into demonic ways; at this moment, completely controlled by the Nuo mask, he was even more unscrupulous.

Those demonized soldiers seemed to receive a unified command, turning in unison, raising the firearms in their hands, and pulling the triggers at Erlang.

Seeing this, Erlang rubbed his left foot to the side.

Bang, bang, bang!

For a time, dense gunfire exploded.

But Erlang, standing in place, was not hit; he just flickered, as if he were only a light shadow.

What a brilliant illusion!

Seeing this, the Bamboo Forest Six Hermits and others were shocked.

Their eyesight was extraordinary, and they saw it more clearly.

That step of Erlang's, which looked like a slight lift, was actually a *gang* step; his true body was in another direction, hiding his form and leaving behind a phantom image.

What those soldiers were attacking were all illusions.

Between his movements, it was like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace to be found.

This kind of brilliant technique was truly beyond understanding.

Even a cultivator with profound cultivation could not achieve this; only Erlang, borrowing the massive amount of incense qi, could do it easily.

Of course, they were not idle either.

Yue San'er played the erhu, the sound desolate and sorrowful.

Wang Daoxuan also stepped on *gang* steps, shaking the Soul-Suppressing Bell.

They wanted to use spells to awaken the demonized soldiers.

As for Erlang, his attention was on Lang Wu.

He saw the other party wearing the Nuo mask, a pair of vertical eyes flashing with blood light, completely unaffected by the illusion, rushing directly at him.

Erlang narrowed his eyes slightly, pulling the silver bow and golden pellet.

At this moment, Yang Chenghua's memories occupied a small half, and he naturally knew that this Nuo mask was specifically designed to deal with him.

No matter what, he could not let him get close.

One pellet should be enough to kill him.

But just at this moment, the vertical eyes of the bronze Nuo mask suddenly erupted with blood light, as if instantly bursting with all its power.

In Erlang's eyes, light and shadow flickered instantly.

That was on the cliffs of Kuimen, countless figures flickering, torches burning scorch marks on the rock wall, a mighty tribal king roaring:

"Chisel!"

Kuimen split open, river water churned...

Crack!

Mulberry wood sprouted at the site of the lightning strike.

It was that same monarch, loosening his hair bun, carefully placing white larvae on the leaves, listening to the sound of them devouring the leaves.

"Eat the *zhe* leaves, spit out the rainbow!"

The huge turtle corpse drifted to Piyi, the stone ox sank into the Tuojiang River, and under the leadership of another king, nameless strongmen split the Shu Road and nailed the dragon bones of the Minjiang River to the Longquan mountain range...

"Bind the dragon!"

Scene after scene of light and shadow lingered, accompanied by the sobbing tone of the Shu shaman's sacrifice, the copper bells of the Shu Road shaking, the sound of the bronze chime echoing...

Cancong and Yufu, how vast was the founding of the country.

They hacked through thorns and thistles; they were the first generation of the Lords of the River.

Erlang was the current Lord of the River; how could he not be of the same lineage?

At this moment, the power of incense continued.

In the horrified eyes of the people beside him, Erlang actually tore the bronze Nuo mask off Lang Wu's face and put it on his own.

"He... what does he want to do?!"

On the roof of the Zhuangyuan Tower outside the city, the Daoist nun Lan Chenzi exclaimed in shock.

The Qingcheng Sect members already knew Yang Chenghua's identity, their hearts settled, and they even pinned their hopes on him.

After all, this was the Lord of the River.

But the situation inside left them horrified and confused.

Li Yan's brain was also a mess.

He had already warned him; how could he still have been tricked?

Fortunately, information kept coming in.

After Erlang put on the Nuo mask, he did not lose control but stood still; the *gang* qi between the brows of the bronze Nuo mask condensed, seemingly in the process of erasing those evil qi...

No matter what the situation was, Erlang had temporarily lost his combat power.

And the battle in front of the Cheng Yun Gate was still continuing.

Boom!

With a loud noise, Wu Ba stumbled backward.

The palace gate of the Cheng Yun Gate was directly blasted open.

"Kill!"

Several battalion commanders roared, leading the soldiers to charge in.

In the square in front of the Cheng Yun Hall, there were still hundreds of people, all Black Feather Guards directly under the Shu Prince; they didn't care about any Erlang Zhenjun of Manifested Holiness, setting up a formation and shooting continuously with their divine fire guns.

Boom, boom, boom!

Firelight splashed, and the soldiers who rushed in were immediately killed or wounded in large numbers.

Relying on the power of the new firearms and the geographical advantage, these hundreds of Black Feather Guards actually held off the garrison soldiers.

While it was lively here, inside the Sheji Hall of the Shu Prince's Palace, it was dead silent.

"Don't! Don't!"

The Fifth Commandery Prince was tied up by two people with chains, watching helplessly as the Commandery Princess was burned into a human torch in front of the ancestral tablets.

"No!"

Amidst the miserable screams, Xiao Jinghong's eyes flowed with blood and tears.

Crack!

The ancestral tablets of the Shu Prince, as well as the tablets of the mountains and rivers, all shattered, and the incense qi was extracted, heading toward Zhao Jie's altar.

"Open!"

The disheveled Zhao Jie suddenly held the compass high and pointed his sword at the sky.

At this moment, everyone's heart trembled as they looked at the sky.

Seeing lightning flash, another black shadow of a palace appeared.

Rumble!

A torrential downpour suddenly fell.

The bronze flower basket inhabited by the Dragon Lady trembled slightly.

Wang Daoxuan looked at the flower basket and then at the sky.

"The Dragon Palace Water Mansion has appeared..."

(End of chapter)