Chapter 787: Evil Wind Rises Outside Jin Ling City

On the dark river surface, three ships, one large and two small, were traveling overnight.

The large ship was a Jiujiang patrol boat, and the small ships were flat-bottomed fast boats. No matter which kind, they had all undergone special modifications, with iron sheets covering the weak and critical parts, and suppression talismans hanging on the bows.

However, all the ships were already covered in scars, just barely holding together without falling apart.

"Stay alert, we're almost there!"

A Daoist stood on the deck and shouted.

He had clearly also gone through many fierce battles. His Daoist robe was tattered and stained with blood, and one of his eyes had been blinded by someone, casually bandaged with white cloth, making him look ferocious.

But the others on the ship were even more listless, their eyes full of despair.

After the one-eyed man boosted morale, he turned his head to look at the cabin.

Inside, the Dali Bronze Bell transported from Jiangzhe was stored. This object was a treasure that suppressed the country. Even though they were of the same Tai Xuan Orthodox Sect, they had sold a great favor.

The personnel who escorted it had also died in battle, and he would have to go to their door to apologize in the future.

If even this couldn't save Jin Ling, his many years of cultivation would be in vain.

But whether it could succeed, the Daoist didn't have half a grasp in his heart, only hoping that the reinforcements would come faster...

"Look, they're coming again!"

On the small boat to the side, a terrified shout rang out.

The one-eyed Daoist turned his head quickly, but saw that the river surface behind them was shrouded in thick black mist at some point. The mist surged and spread as if it had life, soon obscuring the moonlight.

Following that was a bone-chilling coldness that struck out of thin air.

The boatmen breathed out mist, and the cables were quickly covered with frost edges.

The wooden boards of the ship made *pi pa* cracking sounds due to the low temperature, and the frost that kept condensing caused the speed to become slower and slower.

On the deck, the few remaining warhorses neighed and reared.

Those soldiers who were still alive held their weapons, looking around in terror. They couldn't see the enemy, but they felt suffocated for no reason, and their skin felt as painful as if pierced by ice needles.

But in the eyes of a few cultivators, it was another scene.

Some opened their ear divine ability, hearing the howling of Chang soldiers like wild beasts.

Some opened their smell divine ability, able to smell the fishy smell of beasts mixed with the smell of corpses.

And that one-eyed Daoist pinched the Yang formula and cast the eye divine ability.

What he awakened was the most common Yin-Yang eye, but being able to see evil spirits was inherently the most practical divine ability. Relying on this method, he had also made quite a name for himself in the Jiangnan Mystic Sect.

But after the divine ability was activated and he took a look, his face turned pale instantly.

"It's over..."

But in that black mist, dozens of decaying ghost ships appeared, their hulls covered with moss and barnacles, their sails tattered like shrouds.

They were covered with Chang soldiers, some rotting all over, some with human bodies and wild beast heads, wearing rusted residual armor, their bodies semi-transparent like water-soaked floating corpses.

Each of their eye sockets burned with ghostly green fire, roaring at them non-stop.

The one-eyed Daoist's heart was already filled with despair.

After successive bloody battles, and even quite a few people risking their souls flying away to cast powerful secret arts, they had already eliminated quite a few.

He hadn't expected that approaching Jin Ling City would instead usher in the strongest wave of attacks.

*Whoosh~*

Before he could think more, a wild wind blew up on the river.

In the one-eyed Daoist's terrified gaze, the Yin baleful black mist surged, spreading across the entire river surface like a carpet, and those Chang soldiers stepped on the black mist and swarmed over.

But what others saw was the wild wind howling, a layer of frost quickly condensing on the river surface, and strings of wet, dense footprints appearing out of thin air on the frost.

Almost instantly, they were surrounded.

Wherever they passed, purple-black handprints suddenly appeared on the necks of some soldiers, breathing out cold air, their faces pale as they fell to the ground.

The cultivators around resisted with secret methods or talismans.

However, this small group of them couldn't even protect themselves.

The one-eyed Daoist gritted his teeth, exerted force under his feet, and ran wildly toward the cabin.

The only chance now was to ring the Dali Bronze Bell.

But such a treasure suppressing the country could not be driven by one person's strength at all; it required many Mystic Sect experts to set up a Dharma altar.

He could barely ring it with all his might.

But the price would be his soul flying away and never being reincarnated.

The one-eyed Daoist had already harbored a heart of death, wanting to fight for a way of life for the remaining people.

*Boom! *

Just at this moment, a rumbling sound rang out from the mountain opposite.

Accompanied by a flash of fire, the river surface burst open, and water waves splashed several feet high.

The core area of the explosion was exactly that patch of black mist.

Although the swarming Chang soldiers were invisible evil spirits, those decaying and tattered ghost ships were real, but they were made by chiseling various talismans on sunken ships soaked in Yin baleful energy and burying human bones and other things.

This object was equivalent to a temporary Dharma altar for the Chang soldiers.

Relying on this artifact, they could sink into the river during the day and attack continuously at night.

The violent explosion directly overturned and shattered seven or eight ghost ships.

The originally neat and orderly formation immediately showed flaws.

*Whoosh~*

The Yin wind howling on the river also stopped because of this.

There's a chance...

The one-eyed Daoist was stunned, and quickly looked at the mountain opposite.

With the dark moon and high wind, plus the obscuration of the Yin mist on the river, even if he activated his divine ability, he could only see some vague human figures.

Even so, his heart was filled with excitement.

Reinforcements have finally arrived!

On the mountaintop, Wu Ba dragged a long trail under his feet.

He shook his body, and with a *clang*, the bowl-thick tiger-crouching cannon magazine fell off. He inserted another one and stepped forward a few steps, aiming at the river surface below.

The people from the Commandant's Office beside him had their eyeballs almost popping out.

A new type of fire cannon, driven by one person carrying it.

Even if it was a reduced version of the tiger-crouching cannon, it was truly exaggerated.

Is this thing in front of them still human?

The others of the Twelve Yuan Chen couldn't care about paying attention.

Wang Fu had already set up the Dharma altar, and the Five Directions Luo Feng Flags were placed around.

As he waved the Dharma sword, sprayed Xun water from his mouth, and lit the talismans, the Five Directions Luo Feng Flags immediately soared into the air, and then a wild wind blew, and five paths of black mist roared out.

It was exactly the Yin Division's Five Camps of soldiers and horses.

The Five Directions Luo Feng Flags had many wonderful uses. It only required consuming five Gang orders to make the Five Camps of soldiers and horses permanently stationed in the flags, saving the trouble of capturing, taming, and daily training, and they could also be carried with them to summon soldiers and horses at any time.

But there was one point: the power of the summoned soldiers and horses was linked to the user's Daoist practice.

It could be said that they hadn't exerted the potential of the treasure flags at all.

Even so, it was enough to deal with the current situation.

But seeing the wild wind roaring on the river, the black mist transformed by the Five Camps of soldiers and horses arrived around the bell-guarding fleet almost in the blink of an eye.

Unlike the wild beast fishy smell and corpse stench of the Chang soldiers, the Five Camps of soldiers and horses were pure Yin energy, directly scattering the Chang soldiers and guarding the surroundings.

But seeing the two paths of black mist constantly surging, colliding with each other on the river.

The soldiers on the ship regained their spirit upon seeing this situation.

"Young Hero Li, should we take action?"

On the mountaintop, the Commandant's Office Battalion Commander who came to reinforce arched his hands and asked.

He was not a fool. The attitude of Lord Qiu from the capital toward this Li Yan was seen by everyone in the Commandant's Office, so naturally, he didn't dare to take any official airs.

"No hurry."

Li Yan's expression was calm: "Those below are all Chang soldiers; you can't do anything even if you go down. Wait for the people hiding behind to show themselves."

The Commandant's Office Battalion Commander hesitated for a moment, "It seems a bit bad below..."

Although he was not a sorcerer, his eyesight was not bad.

The black mist transformed by the Yin soldiers in the Five Directions Luo Feng Flags, although stronger, was far less in number than the Chang soldiers, only barely able to protect the fleet.

Li Yan shook his head slightly, "It doesn't matter, we don't need to take action to deal with these."

*Boom! *

Just as he finished speaking, Wu Ba's tiger-crouching cannon fired again.

On the river surface, more ghost ships were shattered.

*Boom! *

With two consecutive rumbles, the ghost ship fleet on the river had been completely scattered.

The gathering of many ghost ships was also a kind of formation, which could gather Yin baleful energy and maintain the long-term combat of the Chang soldiers.

Once the fleet was scattered, the fleet became water without roots. ===== CHAPTER 788 =====