Chapter 609

Water light swayed, and the view was somewhat hazy.

Young Master Wuxiang was between half-dream and half-awake, as if he were in the dim bottom of a lake, drifting with the waves, and many things could only be seen clearly after they approached.

He saw palace pavilions built of giant stones and cast in bronze, covered layer by layer with moss and coral, with fluorescent blue light flowing between the gaps...

He saw stalactites hanging from the dome, seemingly wrapping the spine of some giant beast to form beams and pillars, with some ancient Shu characters carved on them...

Was this the Long Gong Water Mansion?

Seeing this, Young Master Wuxiang felt inexplicably disappointed.

In many strange legends, the Long Gong had numerous treasures and was magnificent; if one grabbed a handful, they would be rich beyond measure after going out.

But this one in front of him was about the same as a monster's nest...

Young Master Wuxiang wanted to investigate everywhere, but he was already in a dream at this time, and wrapped in water, he was completely unable to control himself.

Suddenly, there was a faint light ahead.

Pushed by the water flow, after approaching, he discovered it was actually a winding corridor cave, with the stone walls on both sides embedded with clam shells, and round pearls rolling in the half-open shells.

The pearl light emitted treasure aura, reflecting the reliefs on the wall:

That was a huge flood dragon, stirring up wind and waves, with small people around kneeling and burning incense, throwing boys and girls into the river...

It was the Jiang Shen Jiangshen Dajun!

Young Master Wuxiang immediately became excited.

Could it be that this place was his treasure house?

What made him even happier was that the water flow seemed to understand his wishes, pushing him to slowly approach the cave.

"Ka ma, duo sang la..."

Just as he entered the corridor, a strange murmuring sound rang in his ears.

This sound made his head dizzy and his whole body ache.

What he didn't know was that on his true body hiding in the East Palace attic, vertical eye-shaped burn marks had appeared on his chest and back.

This was the voice of that demonized ancient Shu shaman.

The other party absorbed evil qi and had long since become an evil object; although it was scattered by the Qingcheng sword formation, there was still a curse remaining.

The shaman's babbling and murmuring made Young Master Wuxiang's spirit ache, his eyes turning black, as if he were about to break away from the dream at any moment.

"No, I won't leave!"

Young Master Wuxiang roared in his heart, gritting his teeth to persist.

At this moment, many past events surfaced in his mind.

His family had fallen into decline since he was young; although he was now the leader of the Chengdu underworld and could be considered to have achieved some career, in the entire martial world and the entire Mystic Sect, he couldn't even get on the stage.

Now his only thought was to keep climbing up.

He was also not young anymore.

The Nine Cauldrons were his only opportunity.

How could he leave easily?

Relying on his strong perseverance, Young Master Wuxiang tried his best to support himself, barely maintaining a trace of clarity, and did not break away from the dream.

But he didn't know that his physical body in reality was already covered in vertical eye-shaped scars, black blood was flowing from his seven orifices, and his five features were constantly twisting...

Finally, he passed through this cave.

The view in front of him suddenly opened up, but what appeared was not treasure, but a small coffin, tied with chains, swaying, and emitting the strange crying of boys and girls.

Young Master Wuxiang felt his scalp tingle as he watched, wanting to retreat.

He didn't know what this was.

But he could be sure that it was definitely not a good thing!

Yet he was unable to control himself, approaching those coffins.

Forget it, heaven is not giving an opportunity...

Young Master Wuxiang sighed in his heart, preparing to break away from the dream.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Just at this moment, the surrounding space suddenly shook.

Those small coffins seemed to have encountered something terrible, shaking wildly, emitting shrill crying, and the chains were about to be broken free.

However, as the shaking became more and more violent, all the coffins shattered, revealing small skeletons.

They were exactly the boys and girls devoured by the Jiang Shen Jiangshen Dajun back then, their spirits refined and placed in the cave as a defense.

And after the coffins shattered, these skeletons also turned into powder.

Young Master Wuxiang felt his scalp tingle as he watched.

He had wanted to leave, but in front of him, his vision suddenly blurred, and then a dazzling golden light appeared, making people dizzy.

Like a scorching sun, inside was a black shadow in the shape of a cauldron.

It was the Nine Cauldrons!

To be precise, it was one of the Nine Cauldrons.

After Great Yu divided the Nine Provinces, he ordered each province to contribute bronze to cast the Nine Cauldrons, each named after the corresponding province, namely the Jizhou Cauldron, Yanzhou Cauldron, Qingzhou Cauldron, Xuzhou Cauldron, Yangzhou Cauldron, Jingzhou Cauldron, Yuzhou Cauldron, Liangzhou Cauldron, and Yongzhou Cauldron.

The Nine Cauldrons traveled through the ley lines, and he didn't know which one it was.

But just one was enough to change his destiny!

At this moment, Young Master Wuxiang was completely crazy; he didn't care about his spirit that was about to collapse, desperately reaching out, wanting to touch the Nine Cauldrons.

His vision became increasingly blurred.

But his intention became increasingly firm.

Finally, in the last moment before he was about to faint, he touched the Nine Cauldrons...

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Outside, in the square, the fighting also became increasingly intense.

*Pu~*

Accompanied by a burst of green smoke, Lu Sheng's "Precious Proclamation of the Earth Official Pardoning Sins" burned on its own in the gale, and the ashes were also blown away.

Seeing this, he felt another pang of heartache.

This thing was not Chinese cabbage; it didn't know how much planning had gone into it, and even for him, he only had two scrolls.

Fortunately, following the destruction of the "Precious Proclamation of the Earth Official Pardoning Sins," Li Yan and the others also reached their limit and could not support the Jingyang Altar.

Burning footprints, meteor fire rain, fire-tipped spear phantom...

Everything gradually extinguished.

Inviting Wen Lingguan did not drive the Long Gong Water Mansion away.

On the roof of the Zhuangyuan Tower, the 108 Dharma flags also could not hold up, instantly bursting into flames.

*Pu! *

Some Qingcheng disciples had dark red faces and sprayed blood from their mouths.

Others had their Daoist robes scorched yellow, and blisters from burns appeared on their bodies, directly fainting.

For the Mystic Sect to invite talisman soldiers, they had to gather hundreds of people, each performing their duties, after days of preparation, and share the burden together, so as not to be injured.

Inviting Wen Lingguan with just this many people was still somewhat reluctant.

Being able to support for so long was already truly rare.

Li Yan's state was also not good.

As the host of the altar, he bore the most; at this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, his internal organs were like fire-refined, his throat was dry and cracked and bleeding, and he couldn't even speak.

Just as he opened his mouth, a puff of green smoke was spat out.

Mingshanzi had the highest cultivation, but he was also exhausted; seeing Li Yan wanting to get up, he sighed and persuaded, "Young Master Li, you have already done your best; there is no need to force it, be careful of destroying your foundation."

"Rest assured, the evil creature Zhao Jie is dead, and they will find it difficult to succeed..."

Before his words could finish, he widened his eyes.

Only to see clouds and mist churning over the Shu Prince's Mansion, wild winds blowing, and flying sand and stones.

On the square in front of the Cheng Yun Hall, white mist gathered crazily, forming a huge vortex, with golden light flashing inside, seemingly having something poking its head out.

Rumble!

The ground suddenly shook violently.

Connecting many shops, bricks and tiles fell with a clatter.

This was the earth dragon turning over; some houses built haphazardly with unstable foundations even collapsed directly in the wind and snow.

"Earth qi is moving strangely; it's the Nine Cauldrons!"

A Qingcheng disciple gritted his teeth, his eyes splitting.

"Impossible!"

Mingshanzi was also dumbfounded, somewhat unable to believe it.

They had gone to such great lengths, even killing Zhao Jie who had entered to steal the cauldron, so how could the Nine Cauldrons still be fished out.

"You all stay here!"

A sharp shout came from the front, and a figure whistled out.

Looking at the area where Li Yan was, it was already empty.

Mingshanzi gritted his teeth, wanting to struggle to get up, but the sharp pain from his internal organs made him spray a mouthful of blood and fall to the ground.

The Qingcheng group had already lost their combat power.

On the other side, Li Yan ran at full speed; before he even landed, the Great Luo Dala Dala Fa Shen was running at high speed, repairing the injuries on his body as much as possible.

Crack!

The Dala Dala Fa Shen suddenly shattered, and a soul fire extinguished.

It was because after he stepped into Shu, in order to step into the Dan-Jin realm as soon as possible, he had been walking on the edge of extreme cultivation, and the Great Luo Dala Dala Fa Shen had long since accumulated many hidden injuries.

Hosting the altar this time was even further beyond his limits.

His internal organs had long been scorched by fire, and he didn't know how many heart vessels had broken; it was a severe injury sufficient to destroy his foundation.

This repair naturally cost him a life.

However, Li Yan just froze for a moment and didn't pay any more attention to it.

Dark energy exploded under his feet, and at the same time, he used the North Emperor Divine Movement Technique; the roof under his feet exploded with a bang, and he shot out like an arrow from a bow, as if riding the wind.

With just two leaps, he passed through the damaged wall.

At this time, the Cheng Yun Gate was already filled with fire.

The Shu Prince's Black Feather Guards all used powerful divine fire guns, relying on the geographical advantage to persist until now.

But they were also at the end of their rope.

The gun barrels in their hands were red, many exploded directly, and even the prepared magazines were almost empty.

What was more troublesome was that originally above the city tower, there were many evil cultivators defending, using spells to prevent soldiers from climbing the wall.

But first, Erlang's golden pellet made them not dare to show their heads, and Wen Lingguan's descent burned several to death; the remaining ones also saw the situation was bad and fled crazily.

The soldiers immediately bypassed the most dangerous city gate, some set up cloud ladders to climb the city tower, while others used weapons to wedge into the brick seams, climbing over the surrounding city walls.

Looking down from high altitude, it was like a tide breaking a levee.

And the Bamboo Forest Six Hermits and other experts who came to help had already crossed the city wall, preparing to go and block the evil creatures from seizing the cauldron.

Shoo!

Li Yan leaped over, stepping on the city wall and jumping high.

Wu Ba was also on the city wall, cooperating with Sha Lifei to reload the Tiger-Respect Cannon, preparing to use this heavy weapon to deal with the enemy.

Seeing Li Yan leap over the city wall, Wu Ba had a tacit understanding, directly raising his arms and exerting force under his feet.

When Li Yan landed, he happened to step on his arms.

"Roar!"

Wu Ba let out a roar, and Li Yan actually soared into the air again, crossing nearly a hundred meters in the air, falling toward that cluster of golden light.

But before he even got close, he discovered something was wrong, his face changed, and he performed a swallow-turn in the air, landing in the white mist vortex.

Not only him, but even Lu Sheng and Li Wenyuan did not get close, their faces solemn, staring at the cluster of golden light in the center.

Only to see a giant cauldron standing in the center of the vortex with golden light flashing; the outer wall was engraved with the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers, the terrain of the Nine Provinces, and many divine beasts from the "Classic of Mountains and Seas," such as Jumang, Xiangliu snake, etc...

At such a distance, Li Yan could already see clearly.

The relief map on it was exactly the ancient map of the Nine Provinces, and the engraved divine beasts were also large and small, scattered in different regions.

Among them, the Chu region was Jingzhou, and it was impressively engraved with a nine-headed bird.

Seeing these, Li Yan suddenly had some realization.

Wang Daoxuan once said that among the Earth Masters, there was a saying that during the ancient wild times, the innate *gang* and evil qi were rich, and not only were there dragon veins, but there were also various excellent spiritual veins, all metaphorically represented by divine beasts.

Like the nine-headed bird of the Chu region, the Ba snake of the Shu region.

Could it be that what was engraved on it was the terrain back then?

The Nine Cauldrons were too mysterious; most people had never seen them. There were records in historical books, but they were all inferred based on what predecessors had left behind.

What they looked like, there was no clear statement.

Of course, these were not the reasons why Li Yan stopped.

He could feel that these Nine Cauldrons condensed extremely powerful innate *gang* and evil qi, even transforming into golden light, far exceeding any Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land.

It was as if the spiritual energy of an entire famous mountain was all concentrated in one cauldron.

On the cauldron wall, there was also a figure hanging, exactly Young Master Wuxiang.

At this moment, he was twisted all over, with only half his body left, grabbing the cauldron ear and laughing crazily, "Mine, it's mine!"

He didn't even realize that his physical body was collapsing bit by bit, like a scattering sand tower, gradually disappearing.

Finally, the whole person turned into flying ash.

In the air, there still remained an unwilling voice:

"It's mine..."

Seeing this situation, Li Yan vaguely had some guesses.

These Nine Cauldrons were originally heavy artifacts of the Shenzhou, far exceeding all national sacrificial artifacts; traveling through the dragon veins for thousands of years, he didn't know how much dragon qi they had gathered.

With heaven and earth as the room, the Shenzhou as the furnace, and the dragon vein qi as firewood, they had long been re-refined into treasures that were difficult to understand.

Ordinary means couldn't even get close.

Just like Young Master Wuxiang, touching it forcibly, he turned into flying ash directly.

This bastard!

Li Yan's eyes were gloomy, and he roughly guessed the reason.

Young Master Wuxiang obtained the treasure that flowed out of the Long Gong Water Mansion; although Zhao Jie was dead, this guy had slipped in and brought out the Nine Cauldrons.

The Nine Cauldrons flickered between reality and illusion; it should only have come out halfway.

Even so, it had caused no small impact.

The ley lines of the entire Chengdu Prefecture were in chaos, the ground shook, and from below, a rumbling sound kept coming, as if a giant beast was roaring.

In this situation, Li Yan didn't know what to do either.

The Nine Cauldrons had turned into mysterious Dharma artifacts, and he couldn't even get close.

Being in the white vortex, wild winds whistled all around, stirring his hair and bun, his robes dancing fiercely.

It was still because his cultivation and kung fu were profound; outside the white vortex, the *gang* and evil qi were interfered with, and other sorcerers couldn't get close at all.

In the white vortex, there was more than just him.

Including Lu Sheng and Li Wenyuan, they had already entered and were bowing their heads and talking on the opposite side, and they took out a large piece of animal skin from their bosoms.

These two were clearly preparing to take the cauldron.

Seeing these two appear, Li Yan didn't hesitate at all, immediately taking out the hook-decree from his bosom and clasping it in his hand.

These two, one was a criminal of the underworld, and one was a fugitive of the Heavenly Court.

Even if they carried divine artifacts to conceal their aura, as long as he saw them, he could summon the underworld soldiers and the thunder department of the Heavenly Court to arrest them.

However, what surprised Li Yan happened again.

The hook-decree had actually lost its response.

"Hahaha..."

Lu Sheng on the opposite side laughed freely, "Kid, you really think those guys in the sky are omnipotent?"

"As long as this thing is here, they can't even descend!"

Li Yan gritted his teeth, carrying the Dust-Breaking Blade, and was about to go around to the opposite side to force these two out of the vortex.

Clang!

Just at this moment, a blood light struck.

It was exactly the Blood Nuo Master, Ba Daiza.

The Nine Cauldrons appeared, and this old demon was already blooming with joy.

"Kid, go to your death!"

The *gang* and evil qi in the vortex were rioting, making it difficult to cast spells, so what Ba Daiza used was just pure Qiang knife technique, also mixed with some Mystic Sect knife techniques.

Blood light flashed, stabbing toward Li Yan's chest.

Clang!

Li Yan raised the Dust-Breaking Blade to resist.

The two blades collided, and fire sparks splashed instantly.

The martial cultivation of the two was both at the peak of Dan-Jin, and the Dharma artifacts in their hands, one was a treasure of the Qiang people, and one was the Dragon-Slaying Blade, which could be called evenly matched.

What made Li Yan even more annoyed was that Ba Daiza was blocking him, while Lu Sheng and Li Wenyuan had already unfolded the skin bag and were carefully approaching the Nine Cauldrons...

(End of chapter)