Chapter 940: Iron Chains Collapse, Yin-Yang Path Broken

At the northeast corner of Zhigu City, firelight raged, soaring into the sky!

Amidst the green demon fire, a white figure flew out, stepping on the heads of people on the street and the water surface of the canal, like a swallow skimming the water, touching the river surface three times before flying to land on the iron ship.

Watching that figure cross her feet and sit on the Bagua in the center of the iron ship, the crowd on both banks couldn't help but let out exclamations.

As this person sat down, the middle finger of one hand buckled toward the palm, the other fingers spread out, just like a lotus flower held high, while the other hand held a human head!

Lin Heier threw the head to the bow of the ship, sat on the iron ship, and looked down at the countless heroes and heroines on both banks of the Zhigu Port canal. One of the maids picked up the head and showed it to everyone present.

"The demon emperor views the world as his private property, and us Han people as grass!"

"This time he sent Prince Yong to Zhigu secretly, watching you and my Bai Lian Sect fight to the death, so that his family business can last forever and he can sleep soundly. It is truly a wishful thinking dream! This head is Prince Yong's..."

"In the Wanghai Tower, the military and political officials of Zhigu all lost their lives! Do you still want to follow in their footsteps? Die in vain under the Nine-eyed Fire Demon Corpse King of my Bai Lian Sect?"

"If so, you can go ahead and stop me!"

"If not, then get out of the way..."

On the high platforms on both banks, the helm masters of the North and South Boatmen's Guilds looked at each other, their eyes full of hesitation.

Just then, Old Daoist Cui appeared on the dragon boat.

He used a piece of yellow paper to fix the old master beating the drum on the dragon boat, stepped three times on the drumhead with both feet, making three loud noises, and stopped the river-sacrificing drum array.

The old Daoist shouted at the Bai Lian Saint: "Lin Heier! You used the souls of hundreds of thousands of disaster victims in Shandong and the drought demon corpse king to refine the Nine-eyed Fire Demon. The old Daoist doesn't want to, and cannot stop you. But this thing is a supreme evil object after all. You want to use this thing to cross the Sancha River Estuary, but you are trying to disturb an evil object hidden beneath!

"That thing clashes with the Nine-eyed Fire Demon, which will inevitably cause the corpse demon to go berserk. At that time, the entire Zhigu City will be burned to the ground by demon fire."

"Therefore, even if I don't want to, the old Daoist has to stop you!"

Lin Heier's tone was faint, but emotionless: "Cui Bu'er, if you make a move today, this living disaster god will become a dead disaster god, do you know?"

"Drifting guests from south to north, none are more evil than the Tianhou Palace!"

Cui Bu'er sincerely advised: "Lin Heier, your Bai Lian Sect is also a sect that worships the Tripod Mother. You should know that that thing is of great importance! It is the suppressing object that suppresses the evil spirits and demons of the north..."

"Although the Nine-eyed Fire Demon is controlled by you, the reason you can restrain its evil fire is entirely because of this Western iron ship."

"If the iron ship crosses the Sancha Estuary, it will inevitably sink and be destroyed. Water and fire will clash, and the entire Zhigu City will be burned to the ground. Why do you have to force it when it harms others and yourself?"

Lin Heier just said coldly: "Now that I want to destroy the demon dynasty and kill the demon emperor, no one can stop me!"

"Start the ship!"

With an order, the demon fire of the Nine-eyed Fire Demon was injected into the steam engine again, and the huge iron ship started slowly again, pulling the chain and sailing forward.

Cui Bu'er shouted loudly: "The power is weakest when the iron ship starts! Two, hold the iron ship, don't let it crash!"

After saying that, he flew up, threw dozens of ropes and colored silks from the dragon boat to both banks, and shouted: "If you don't want the demon fire to burn Dagukou, then pull the dragon boat and crash it into the iron ship!"

On the high platforms on both banks, the two Boatmen's Guild helm masters looked at each other, one picked up a cable and flew toward the platform.

As the dragon flag of the Boatmen's Guild was raised again.

Many Boatmen's Guild disciples on both banks picked up the cables and began to pull the dragon boat to crash into the iron ship downstream.

Wang Haichuan of the Qingpi Hooligan trade, with the half-corpse ancestor crawling on him, felt his brain suddenly clear when the wind blew!

The steamship's power was fully open. The first were the two stone oxen. The iron chain first wrapped around the horns of the stone oxen before being grabbed in Wang Haichuan's hands. At this time, the stone oxen were dragged by the large iron ship toward the center of the river, and Wang Haichuan was also pulled by the iron chain toward the river slowly.

Fortunately, his feet were firmly grabbing dozens of bloody hands, and there were dense bloody footprints around him.

He braced his heels on the rough stone road surface. The flesh and blood had already been ground away, leaving only broken white bone stubs, making a creaking sound against the ground.

"Ah!"

Wang Haichuan roared, his body turned, and he wrapped the iron chain he was carrying around his waist.

His whole body was firmly nailed to the ground like a nail. At this time, a porter with a headscarf came up and grabbed the iron chain, and was also dragged out a section, then the second, the third. Dozens of porters rushed out from both banks of the canal, each grabbing a link of the iron chain, pulling back desperately!

Gradually!

All the porters, or the guilds controlled by the Qingpi hooligans, or the laborers of the Boatmen's Guild, all the men who had stepped barefoot on the map of Dagukou and ground their feet here, felt as if there was an invisible rope on them.

The half-corpse crawling on Wang Haichuan suddenly fell off.

It used both hands to grab Wang Haichuan's ankles, which were ground down to only the tibia. Accompanied by the Nine-eyed Fire Demon fiercely urging the steam engine.

That half-corpse was also forcibly, bit by bit, ground to pieces on the road surface!

Golden bone ash paved a road forward...

"Caught a glimpse of the hope of the Porter path's fulfillment?"

Qian Chen knew that the half-corpse's attempt at corpse-dissolution years ago had only succeeded halfway.

Its lower body was ground into flesh and blood to pave a blood path. This path was the sustenance of the Porter path, and also a kind of longevity secret ritual, or it could be called an earth-bound evil spirit.

The reason why it was only ground halfway back then.

Was because it was extremely difficult for an earth-bound evil spirit to maintain its consciousness, and it needed the other half of its corpse as an anchor, receiving the incense offerings of the Hooligan trade.

Only by using this as a god could it not be swallowed by that Yin-Yang blood path and completely turn into a fierce evil.

But at this time, it had been worshipped by the Hooligan trade for hundreds of years, the incense had accumulated quite a bit, and with the opportunity of competing with the ghost ship, it made up its mind to completely grasp this opportunity, grind the other half of its golden body into the road, and continue that Yin-Yang path.

Then, with the help of the Zhigu porters' unity and the opportunity of pulling the ghost ship, it turned the Yin-Yang blood path into a Yin-Yang divine path, and thus sealed itself as a god!

Thereby becoming not only the Qingpi hooligans in Zhigu, but also the road god worshipped by tens of thousands of porters.

The dried corpse was ground to pieces on the road, and the gold powder from the corpse's body paved the road; as the porters stepped onto it, their soles, originally worn raw and scarred, were instantly wrapped in gold powder, firmly rooting them to the ground.

Wang Haichuan pulled the large iron chain, and the stone ox turned its head toward him for the first time, sliding toward his direction for the first time.

On the large iron ship, the Bai Lian Saint opened her eyes.

Her eyes instantly pierced through the porters pulling the iron ship on the shore and looked at the road under their feet.

"Actually, there is another longevity seeker!"

"Turning the body into a road, sublimating into a god?"

Lin Heier smiled slightly: "Not bad, but the foundation is too shallow! Little did you know, the moment the secret ritual is about to be completed is when you are at your weakest. Playing tug-of-war with me, why would I play with you?"

After saying that, inside the iron ship, a huge arm, burning with green fire, covered in red hair, and with claws like a fierce beast, stretched out of the cabin and grabbed the huge iron chain.

The iron chain, as thick as an embrace, was no thicker than a little finger in the Nine-eyed Fire Demon's hand.

As the big hand grabbed the two iron chains, the green demon fire urged them, and the iron chain melted into molten iron bit by bit. The iron chain, which was built with several ocean-going anchor chains and could only be melted by human sacrifice fire, was easily melted into molten iron in the Nine-eyed Fire Demon's hand.

In that instant, the iron chain snapped.

Besides the floating bridge, the dragon boat, and a thin, small red thread in front of the iron ship, there was no more obstruction!

The stone ox was dragged up by Wang Haichuan, and the golden bone ash road under his feet collapsed by more than half in an instant!

The Yin-Yang path secret ritual was also broken at this moment... ===== CHAPTER 941 =====

On the other side, it was also using its status as the patriarch of the hoodlum trade to accumulate cultivation with the other half of its body, waiting for the right moment.

Qian Chen believed that at the very beginning, this hoodlum patriarch's path had not been determined.

Perhaps it was a sudden flash of inspiration, or perhaps it discovered the immense opportunity here in Zhigu—a major transportation hub.

It transformed its own essence of longevity into a blood path, and subsequently, through the centuries of Zhigu's development, inscribed it into a path.

Having reached this step, this person's scheming could be called extraordinary.

And this time, taking advantage of this competition and the accident of the ghost ship's appearance, it intended to use this to gain the recognition of the common people of Zhigu, manifest its divinity in this magic duel, and at the same time, use the ghost ship to truly and thoroughly inscribe its path into Zhigu, into the Grand Canal.

And even extending from this, spreading itself into this legendary path that is like an epic, branded into the history of the Divine Land—the Grand Canal!

And that day would be the moment of its ascension.

Such scheming and path-proving truly deserve to be called having great wisdom and great perseverance. If the path it chose could really extend to the entire Grand Canal and accumulate for thousands of years in secret history, it would certainly be able to condense a Dao seed in one stroke; if there were still opportunities to further cover various shipping lanes and roads with its path, carrying the traces of human history and civilization, it might one day achieve a Dao fruit and break free from the entire world.

But unfortunately, it was targeted by Qian Chen before its venture was even half complete, and even more unfortunately, the object of the ritual it chose was also not very good.

The golden path continued to spread as the porters pulled; at this moment, the strength of over a hundred thousand porters converged in one place, and as the golden path extended, they forcibly pulled the iron boat toward the shore.

Wang Haichuan pulled the great iron chain, and for the first time, the stone ox turned its head toward him, for the first time sliding in his direction.

On the great iron boat, the Bai Lian Saintess opened her eyes.

Her gaze instantly pierced through the porters on the shore who were pulling the iron boat and looked at the path beneath their feet.

"There is actually a longevity-seeker!"

"Transforming the body into a path, sublimating into a god?"

Lin Heier smiled slightly: "The thinking is not bad, but the foundation is too shallow after all! Little do you know, the moment the ritual is about to be completed is your most vulnerable time. Playing tug-of-war with me, why would I play along with you?"

After saying this, inside the iron boat, a huge arm, burning with emerald fire, covered in red hair, and with fingernails like the sharp claws of a beast, reached out from the cabin and grabbed onto the huge iron chain.

The iron chain, as thick as what one person could embrace, was no thicker than a little finger in the hands of the Nine-Eyed Fire Demon.

As the large hand gripped the two iron chains, the emerald demonic fire was driven, and the iron chain melted bit by bit into molten iron; the iron chain, which had been forged from several ocean-going anchor chains and only melted after human sacrifice to the fire, was easily melted into molten iron in the hands of the Nine-Eyed Fire Demon.

In that instant, the iron chain snapped.

In front of the iron boat, apart from the pontoon bridge, the dragon boat, and a thin, tiny red thread, there was no more obstruction!

The stone ox was dragged up by Wang Haichuan, and the path paved with golden ashes beneath his feet instantly shattered by more than half!

The Yin-Yang Path ritual was also abruptly interrupted at this moment...