Chapter 608

"What's going on?!"

Li Yan looked at the sky abruptly, secretly thinking that something was wrong.

The Long Gong Water Mansion was a special existence called a Grotto-Heaven Secret Realm; according to the information he found, it was interspersed between reality and illusion.

To enter, one could only tour it in a dream.

If one wanted it to appear, it was even more difficult; otherwise, the shrine of Lord Yunzhong would not have existed for so long without being discovered.

Lu Sheng had planned for many years before succeeding.

And what the other party wanted was not the Long Gong, but to borrow this Grotto-Heaven Secret Realm to fish out the Nine Cauldrons drifting under the ley lines of the Divine Land.

In terms of timing, it also had to be grasped precisely.

Otherwise, if the opportunity was missed, the Nine Cauldrons would pass through Shu, and it would be unknown how many years it would take to find another opportunity.

Therefore, before everyone made their move, they had checked carefully.

According to the speed at which the altar in the Shu Prince's Palace gathered innate *gang* and evil qi, even with the strange situation in Chengdu Prefecture, it would still take at least a few hours.

Not to mention that the commoners in the city had already broken free from the spell.

It was enough for them to destroy the altar.

Who would have thought that the Long Gong Water Mansion would appear ahead of schedule.

Lu Sheng must have used some means to accelerate it.

And the time for the Nine Cauldrons to pass might be even earlier!

Except for Erlang, who was still stalemated with the Nuo mask, everyone else looked up at the sky at this moment, their eyes filled with shock.

Thunder rolled, and the black shadow in the shape of a palace became increasingly clear.

Everyone could already see that the structure of that palace was very ancient, as if it were simply built by stacking stone strips.

The structure was simple, yet the momentum was magnificent.

"Hahaha..."

The Shu Prince, possessed by Lu Sheng, no longer concealed himself, laughing as he stood up slowly, standing with his hands behind his back, his figure straight; he no longer had his previous elderly appearance.

He turned his head to look to the side and laughed, "Fellow Daoist Li, look, didn't it succeed?"

"How vast is heaven and earth; how can it be constrained by a 'Heavenly Law'!"

In his words, that arrogance could no longer be concealed.

Seeing this, Li Wenyuan felt somewhat dissatisfied in his heart.

If he hadn't planned early, turning the Fifth Commandery Princess into a living dead person and using the resentment of the Fifth Commandery Prince, Xiao Jinghong, as a medium to plunder the incense of the Sheji Altar in the Shu Prince's Mansion, how could it have succeeded so quickly?

Lu Sheng didn't mention a word of this matter.

These people had been in the mortal world for too long; they probably had long forgotten the height of heaven and the depth of earth!

Of course, now that they were grasshoppers on the same rope, Li Wenyuan didn't want to offend Lu Sheng too much, so he had to persuade him tactfully, "The matter has not yet succeeded; controlling the Long Gong Water Mansion and fishing out the Nine Cauldrons is not that easy."

"Rest assured, fellow Daoist."

Lu Sheng smiled indifferently, "The Jiang Shen Da Jun has already had his soul scattered, the Dragon Lady's spirit has not yet stabilized, so this Long Gong Water Mansion is an ownerless object; how to do it is not up to me to decide?"

After saying that, he made a gesture toward the distance.

The disheveled Zhao Jie on the altar was still in excitement.

Seeing Lu Sheng's gesture, his heart trembled; he immediately took out a gourd and placed it on the altar, while simultaneously waving the Dharma flag, stepping on *gang* steps, and chanting spells around the gourd.

Zhao Jie came from the Liuren Immortal Sect; one of the famous techniques of this sect was the Gourd Technique, which could refine the "Heavenly Doctor Gourd" and the "Eight Immortals Ruyi Gourd."

One was used for curing diseases and eliminating disasters.

One was used for suppressing houses and fighting spells.

This gourd was black, oily and shiny, with the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea carved on the surface, and dense talismans outlined with cinnabar.

It was originally a treasure of heaven and earth, which Zhao Jie had spent many years re-refining.

Although it was full of power, it was clearly still lacking to rely on this alone.

Seeing this, Lu Sheng smiled slightly and looked at Li Wenyuan beside him, "Fellow Daoist, I still need the help of your precious Dharma flag."

Li Wenyuan said coldly, "Are you joking?"

"That kid invited Wen Wang Lingguan, who is hiding in the sky without making a move; if I make a move, I will surely be discovered and will not escape death."

Lu Sheng was not angry, smiling, "Rest assured, fellow Daoist; since I proposed it, how could I not be prepared?"

As he spoke, he nodded slightly toward the side.

Two little eunuchs immediately held up a huge canopy.

Red material with gold trim, a stupa on top, embroidered with nine cloud dragons.

This object was very magnificent, like an umbrella covering the two of them underneath.

"This is..."

Feeling the aura above, Li Wenyuan was somewhat surprised.

Lu Sheng shook his head, "Although this Shu Prince was respectful on the surface, he actually had great ambition, but he was wary of the current emperor, so he endured until old age."

"This is the ceremonial equipment of the previous dynasty, which passed through five emperors; after the Shu Prince obtained it, he had always kept it secretly."

"It is stained with the fortune of the imperial dynasty, enough to hold on for a while."

"Fine."

Hearing this, Li Wenyuan no longer had any hesitation.

He came from the Great Luo Dala Fajie and naturally knew what this thing represented; even if he were discovered, he could hold on for a while.

But if the Nine Cauldrons were missed, there would be no more opportunity.

He picked up the red bundle beside him; after opening it, inside were five Dharma flags, embroidered with the Four Images and talisman books, which were the Five Directions Flags of the Mystic Sect.

If Li Yan were here, he would discover that this treasure was exactly what he saw when he eavesdropped on Bai Qihong's conversation.

Being favored by Lu Sheng, this Dharma flag was naturally extraordinary.

Li Wenyuan chanted a spell, bit his middle finger, dotted each of the five Dharma flags, and then pointed forward while forming a seal.

Swish, swish, swish!

The five Dharma flags immediately whistled out.

Just like what was seen before, the five Dharma flags could all drive *gang* winds, borrow the wind to travel, and while whistling, they were already circling around the altar.

Soon, more *gang* and evil qi gathered.

The thick fog that had originally poured into the palace actually followed the rotation of the altar, forming a massive white cloud cluster.

And Zhao Jie on the altar also tilted his head and fell to the ground, soon snoring.

The sorcerers helping around saw this and were not surprised.

The Long Gong Water Mansion was between reality and illusion; even if all means were used to lure it to Chengdu and make it appear, one had to enter a dream to travel before one could enter.

Here, they had already made preparations.

When the Nine Cauldrons passed through the ley line apertures of Chengdu, they would briefly appear in the Long Gong Water Mansion; as long as Zhao Jie made contact, he could bring them out.

At this moment, even Lu Sheng and Li Wenyuan tightened their bodies.

The planning of many years depended on this moment.

And on the roof of the Zhuangyuan Tower outside the palace, the Qingcheng group also saw this scene.

"Everyone, prepare!"

Li Yan gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.

He had already decided to use Wen Wang Lingguan to push the Long Gong Water Mansion away.

Originally, this move was to deal with the unfathomable Lu Sheng and Li Wenyuan, but the Nine Cauldrons were the real trouble.

Now that things had come to this, he had to make a choice.

The Qingcheng group heard this and stepped on *gang* steps and chanted spells in unison.

And Li Yan released the hand seals he had been tightly holding, bit his fingertip, used blood as ink to draw a talisman in the air, formed a seal to enter the taboo, and finally imprinted it on the "Bing-Ding Ghost-Generating Talisman."

Inviting Wen Wang Lingguan not only required someone to set up an altar to cooperate, but the related preparations were also not few; for example, in the incense burner, one needed to use cinnabar, sulfur, lightning-struck wood, and other items to stack, and they had to be spiritual objects worshipped in the temple all year round.

Fortunately, these things were common consumables in spellcasting and could be easily gathered.

Boom!

Following Li Yan's guidance, the incense burner exploded instantly.

Carrying a pungent sulfur smell, the tongues of fire shot up three *zhang* high, reflecting a red glow on Li Yan's body.

He did not stop at all, continuing to step on *gang* steps, chanting, "Heavenly fire and earthly essence, Bing-Ding is clear! Fengdu North Yin, all gods listen..."

"Wen Wang Lingguan, appear in your true form quickly! I obey the decree of the Great Emperor of Fengdu..."

After saying that, he pointed the Bing-Ding Ghost-Generating Talisman at the sky.

"Execute!"

With a violent shout, a wild wind blew up all around, and strange phenomena appeared in the sky.

Only to see dark clouds churning over Chengdu, lightning flashing and thunder rolling.

The thick fog was torn open by a slit of lightning, and that massive black shadow, which had been hesitating, instantly scattered.

Shoo!

A spark fell from the sky.

Landing on the ground, it immediately emitted green smoke.

Soon, streaks of fire fell from the sky like meteors.

The meteor fire rain fell on the snow, making a hissing sound, rapidly melting large areas of snow, and green smoke rose.

In the air, a pungent sulfur smell permeated.

It was a bit like the gunpowder smoke when fireworks ended.

Wen Wang Lingguan was named Wen Qiong and was the "Great God of *Kang-Jin*" of the Heavenly Court, holding the "Unrestrained Sky" gold medal; it was rumored that he could freely enter and exit the South Heaven Gate.

His divine duties were numerous, and his power was thunder and fire; the Mystic Sect called him the "one who pursues and captures hidden evil spirits in the world," "flaming fire and flowing gold, nourishing all living things."

These signs were all manifestations of his descent.

Even the ashes of the fire in the incense burner in front of Li Yan, falling on the ground, vaguely formed a trident shape, corresponding to Wen Wang Lingguan's weapon, the "Fire-Tipped Spear."

These meteor fire rains were not just for show.

They carried scorching and violent innate *gang* qi.

At this moment, in front of the Cheng Yun Gate, the gate had been blasted to pieces, and the Chongqing reinforcements and the Black Feather Guards inside were shooting at each other with firearms across the gate hole.

And on the city tower, the evil cultivators from the Southwest were also using various evil spells to block the army on the ground.

The meteor fire rain fell, and they immediately suffered.

The whistling spirits were hit and directly turned into green smoke.

The laughing paper puppets were burned directly by the fire feathers.

In the face of the Wang Lingguan divine fire, the spells of these evil people were almost instantly broken; many people suffered backlash, spraying blood from their mouths one after another.

Others were even hit by the fire rain, the yin-evil qi in their bodies ignited, green smoke rose from their seven orifices, and they screamed as they rolled on the ground...

"Run!"

Many people completely collapsed, turning their heads and running.

Even the Blood Nuo Master fled in a panic, too late to stop them.

And the strange phenomenon in the sky had only just begun.

Boom!

In the night sky, a roar sounded.

On the square in front of the Cheng Yun Gate, a massive footprint suddenly appeared, burning with flames.

Boom! Boom!

The ground shook, and the footprint headed toward the Cheng Yun Gate.

Wherever it passed, the surrounding snow instantly vaporized.

And although the burning footprints were blown out by the wild wind and snow, they still left spiderweb-like scorch marks on the bluestone slabs.

Mortals could hardly see formless spirits.

And Wen Wang Lingguan could not be seen even by sorcerers with profound cultivation.

The reason was simple: he had the "Decree of the *Xua* Fire," Bing-Ding belonged to fire, and divine power leaked out as fire qi.

Mortals with even higher cultivation could not withstand the majesty of the "Thunder Fire Dharma Image," just as described in the "Daoist Dharma Meeting Origin":

"Divine majesty is restrained, punishing evil in the formless."

Mortals could only perceive his existence through various strange phenomena.

It also matched the Mystic Sect's meaning of "the great image is formless."

Those affected were not just these evil cultivators.

The huge flaming footprint passed by Erlang, who was standing still; some red "evil qi" on the Nuo mask with vertical eyes on his face actually dissipated while emitting green smoke.

The power of the Wang Lingguan could be seen from this.

Li Yan was shocked by such terrifying power, and at the same time, he felt bitter in his heart.

Inviting Wen Wang Lingguan, even if he had the Bing-Ding Ghost-Generating Talisman and the help of the Qingcheng group, the pressure he bore was not small.

He could feel his internal organs being scorched as if by fire.

Not only him, but even the Qingcheng group had red faces, their feet trembling slightly, and the snow around them melting rapidly.

However, everyone was gritting their teeth and persisting.

Boom!

Only to see that after the flaming footprint stopped, there was a muffled sound in the sky, and the meteor fire rain filling the sky stalled, then suddenly inverted, gathering in the air to form a huge phantom of a fire-tipped spear.

In just an instant, the sky seemed to have been burned into a large hole.

The thick fog dissipated rapidly, and even the phantom of the Long Gong gradually faded...

"Kill!"

The crowd below was greatly encouraged.

This battle first saw the appearance of the True Lord Erlang, and then a true god descended, creating such a scene; the supernatural stories in the teahouse were nothing more than this.

As long as they lived, they would have something to brag about for a lifetime.

And the altar in front of the Cheng Yun Hall was also affected.

The meteor fire rain fell, and the white cloud cluster rotating around it, like cotton, was shot through with large holes.

Seeing that it was about to be unable to maintain itself, Li Wenyuan quickly formed hand seals, and the Five Directions Flags spun whistling, trying their best to draw in evil qi to resist.

"Quick, use the talisman decree!"

His face was ferocious as he roared at the side.

Hearing this, Lu Sheng took out an object from his bosom with a pained expression.

It was a yellow silk sutra streamer scroll, about nine inches long, with the outer layer made of gold-woven yellow silk and the inner lining made of black silk, with dense small characters embroidered on the front:

"With sincere heart, I take refuge in the decree, Green Spirit Cave Yang, in the North Capital Palace..."

It was exactly the "Precious Proclamation of the Earth Official Pardoning Sins" that Li Yan had seen before.

This thing was precious; Lu Sheng had only obtained two after joining that organization, and he had already used one before.

But now, he could not think too much.

"Decree!"

Lu Sheng formed a seal and threw it directly into the air.

Clatter!

The scroll unfolded, dancing wildly in the gale.

And the fire-tipped spear formed by the meteor fire rain in the sky also began to dissipate, but the speed was very slow, as if it were somewhat reluctant...

The power of both sides formed a stalemate at this moment.

And the phantom of the Long Gong Water Mansion also stabilized again.

This thing again!

Seeing this, Li Yan felt his scalp tingle.

His mood at this moment was very unpleasant.

It was like he had gone to great lengths to invite a superior, but others had thrown out a transfer order, making all his efforts go to waste.

Thinking of this, a murderous aura rose in Li Yan's eyes.

In the Great Luo Dala Fajie,

Who exactly is helping these evil people?!

Just at this moment, the situation changed.

It was Li Wenyuan's Five Directions Flags that finally couldn't hold up against the fire rain, and were broken through by a stream of flame, landing on Zhao Jie.

"Ah—!"

Zhao Jie, who had originally fallen into a dream, woke up instantly.

He had long since fallen into an evil path, not knowing how many evil techniques he had practiced, and with resentment and yin-evil qi gathered on his body, he immediately suffered.

Wen Wang Lingguan's Bing-Ding fire was just like this.

It could both punish evil and nourish.

Ordinary people hit by it would only feel slightly hot, and finally, a warm feeling would rise throughout their bodies, not fearing the surrounding wild wind and severe cold.

But evil people like Zhao Jie were like ice encountering magma, screaming repeatedly, and blood began to flow from his seven orifices.

Good!

Li Yan almost couldn't help but shout "Good."

Without the thief, let's see how they fish out the Nine Cauldrons!

Seeing this, Lu Sheng and Li Wenyuan also had their faces change greatly.

However, what no one knew was that just as all this was happening, there was still one person hiding in the East Palace attic, peeking out through the window.

It was Young Master Wuxiang, who had sneaked in earlier.

He held the Long Gong jade artifact he had obtained from the Meishan brothers, looking at the Long Gong phantom in the sky, filled with suspicion.

Soon, he felt sleepiness surge, his eyelids drooped, and he fell into a deep sleep...

(End of chapter)