Chapter 942: Red Thread Breaks, Mud Doll Helps, Nine Eyes Burn the City

Bloody hands, dense and numerous, crawled all over Wu Ponu's face, even reaching into his mouth and nose.

The half-corpse behind him used two bloody hands to cover his eyes, and its middle finger gouged into his eyes.

Accompanied by the dirty, blood-stained fingers inserting into Wu Ponu's eyes, pus and blood flowed down the corners of his eyes, but Wu Ponu didn't make a sound, still wrapping the red thread with his feet.

On the high platform, the Wei Boatmen's Guild helm master, who had killed the four Bai Lian Sect disciples, flew down and stood beside Zhang Sanzhi, asking: "What are you doing? He blocked the ghost ship, he already won! Make your ancestor stop!"

"Can't stop!" Zhang Sanzhi roared, sweating profusely.

"This is a Dao-struggle. He wants to swallow the Great Dao that the ancestor has cultivated for hundreds of years, you still haven't seen it? The ancestor's Yin-Yang path is a dead end, it's a path he ground himself into, turning from human to ghost, it's a ghost path. But the Xuanzhen Sect's executor, borrowing the secret ritual of tying the doll at the Tianhou Palace, invited the red thread, and by borrowing the situation here at the Sanchahe He Kou, laid out another Yin-Yang path!"

"That is a path of life, it's a birth canal!"

"The red thread is the umbilical cord, the Sanchahe He Kou is the Holy Mother's Tripod where the fetus is located. This ship crossing the floating bridge, entering the river estuary, and exiting the Hai River is equivalent to being conceived once in the Holy Mother's Tripod, turning from death to life. This path is also a Yin-Yang path."

"If this path swallows the ancestor's blood path, it can completely seize the ancestor's path. Such a struggle for the Great Dao, how can I stop it?"

Zhang Sanzhi's tone was desperate: "The red thread ties the iron ship, which means the Xuanzhen Sect has tied the umbilical cord of the Nine-eyed Fire Demon and seized the lifeline of the Bai Lian Sect. And the Bai Lian Sect rushing into the Sanchahe He Kou, going upstream toward the capital, is reversing the corpse king to its innate state, turning it into a corpse demon!"

"They are all the same kind! They all want to control that shocking monster."

The iron ship that blocked the Southern Canal channel, under the power of the Nine-eyed Fire Demon's fire wheel machine, poured out infinite giant force. The red thread submerged in the river trembled violently, and the two ends submerged in the mud were completely taut.

The blood path was swallowing Wu Ponu, and the red thread hung by a thread, but it never broke.

Lin Heier, on the other side of the canal, saw the red thread submerged in the mud under the stone ox's feet and reached out to pull it. This thread was a symbol of the Mother of the Tripod's creation, it was the umbilical cord, the connection between all living things and the Tripod Mother.

As a sect that worships the Tripod Mother and offers sacrifices to the Unborn Mother, Lin Heier's magic was basically useless against it.

In the end, she could only rely on brute force.

But no matter how hard Lin Heier tried, the red thread seemed to have taken root in the ground, remaining motionless. She was furious, reached out and slapped, and the huge stone ox was slapped ten zhang away. The huge ox body crashed heavily into the city wall, and the entire Zhigu City shook.

The river camp soldiers and constables who were ready to move on the riverbank were silent...

Lin Heier reached down to dig, using her palms as a shovel, and quickly dug toward the red thread.

But unexpectedly, the red thread didn't know how deep it went into the soil, and it seemed endless, always unable to reach the end.

"The scissors are here!"

Just when Lin Heier was in a dilemma, the Bai Lian Sect disciples finally searched all over Zhigu and found a pair of rusty iron scissors used for midwifery. Lin Heier reached out to take them, looking at the rust on the scissors, and couldn't help but frown.

"Hmph! Ignorant and stupid woman, I don't know how many people have been killed by this kind of midwifery! I'll kill her later!"

After saying that, she placed the scissors on the red thread. Strangely, the red thread that couldn't be torn, pulled, or burned by magic was like a real red thread under these rusty scissors, breaking with one cut.

The red thread in the dug-out pit sank rapidly, disappearing into the mud.

Lin Heier looked back at the iron boat; at this time, after the red thread broke, the iron boat moved forward by several feet, destroying half of the pontoon bridge. Wu Ponu grabbed back most of the broken red thread, and upon noticing that the red thread had snapped, a look of terror appeared on his face.

But the iron ship couldn't sail into the Sanchahe He Kou, but was tied by a thin red thread!

Immediately afterward, in a place unseen by the crowd, an ugly, two-bodied, two-headed clay figure pulled the red thread and ran wildly around the iron boat; when it reached the Iron Bagua, it threw the end of the thread to a clay doll that looked as fierce as a lion.

Lin Heier cut the red thread and saw the floating bridge crash and break, thinking she had succeeded. Turning her head, she saw Wu Ponu pulling the towline with the red thread, and was furious. She flew back to the iron ship, reached out to reach for the scissors behind her again, but touched empty air.

The Bai Lian Saint was stunned. She turned her head, but saw a three-handed mud doll holding the scissors, running wildly on the iron ship.

"What are you things?"

The Bai Lian Saint's face was solemn. She turned her head left and right, seeing many such little things peeking at her on the iron ship. These mud dolls were wrapped in strange, gloomy Qi, like abandoned babies.

"Nine Nether Green Fire burns the three heavens!"

Lin Heier was finally furious, reached out and wiped her eyelids. Suddenly, the eyeballs protruding under her eyelids sank, and when she opened her eyes again, there were three fire pupils rotating in one eye socket. With three fire eyes in each eye, she burned toward the nine mud dolls on the iron ship.

The mud dolls held the scissors, supporting each other, and were forced to the side of the ship by the green fire.

They climbed onto the red thread one by one, trembling, tiptoeing toward the other end of the red thread.

Lin Heier came to the end of the red thread that was pulling the iron ship, looking at the mud dolls on the thread, either hugging each other and moving slowly, or tiptoeing like walking on a tightrope, or climbing like monkeys. She finally revealed a cold smile: "Mud dolls are most afraid of water. You secretly ran onto the ship just to help that person? But you don't know, this is seeking your own death!"

After saying that, she flicked the red thread...

A look of horror appeared on the mud dolls' faces.

Accompanied by the red thread shaking violently in Lin Heier's hand, the nine mud dolls flew up and fell from the red thread one by one.

At this time, a hand moved left and right quickly, scooping them all up. It was the crow walking on the red thread from the opposite side, scooping up these mud dolls, looking at Lin Heier coldly, and flying up, placing the mud dolls on the opposite bank.

At this time, a fat and a thin mud little ghost had already suppressed the half-corpse...

The thin little ghost holding a long banner stepped on the half-corpse's head, passing a small shackle through its nose, while the fat little ghost with a bulging belly covered the half-corpse's eyes with a cloth bag.

The nine mud dolls ran to Wu Ponu and pulled the red thread desperately.

Wu Ponu, whose eyes had become two black holes, laughed out loud.

"Thank you, brothers and sisters, for your help! As long as I, Wu Ponu, have a breath, in this life, we are brothers!"

Accompanied by the red thread shaking violently in Lin Heier's hand, nine clay figures flew up and fell from the red thread one by one.

The bloody path under his feet, the red thread in his hands.

Gradually, the bloody footprints on the half-corpse were stripped away bit by bit, and on the path Wu Ponu stepped on, he stepped out one footprint after another pulling backward, and more and more bloody footprints appeared beside his footprints. Gradually, infinite power gathered on his body.

Pulled the large iron ship.

On the 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 a 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 943 =====

Countless fire starters ignited!

In the blink of an eye, countless fire starters burned in all directions across Zhigu City; the monkey-performing old man's face twisted in the firelight: "If you dare to hinder the great cause of our Bai Lian Sect, don't blame us for turning Zhigu into a sea of fire! Today, the people are suffering, and a million people in Zhigu will be buried in a sea of fire, all because of you!"

On the dragon boat, Cui Bu'er was almost crying with anxiety!

In Zhigu City, people of all trades and from all directions were shouting: "Save the fire!"

The helmsmen of the two major canal gangs turned pale, pointed at the Bai Lian Sect members, and said with trembling voices: "You, you are so ruthless!"

"Why, do the two helmsmen still want to tangle with us here?" the monkey-performing old man said indifferently.

The two helmsmen of the Wei and Lu gangs stamped their feet and gritted their teeth: "Brothers, save the fire... you damn lunatics, you have no ties, but in the city are our parents, wives, and children! Bai Lian Sect, I am not finished with you!"

In all directions, countless copper gongs rang urgently...

But according to the rules, before the Water Fire Bureau moved out upon hearing the gongs, everyone first had to pay respects to the Fire God; only after the ceremony was finished would the gongs clear the way to rush to the fire scene. But at this time, the whole city was burning; should they still follow the rules? Everyone turned to look at the leader...

"The rules cannot be broken!"

The leader gritted his teeth and ran quickly toward the nearby Fire God Temple...

When everyone was carrying their respective equipment and rushing to the Fire God Temple, they saw a person standing tall in front of the Fire God Temple, gazing at the 'Fire God' in the temple.

Stepping on Wind-Fire Wheels, holding a Fire-Tipped Spear, with three heads and six arms, and red ribbons fluttering—it was exactly the Fire God—Nezha!

That person turned his head slowly, standing at the entrance of the Fire God Temple, looking far into the ten-thousand-foot sea of fire and the countless fire starters.

They saw two fire starters nearby suddenly being drawn in; the raging flames were attracted by two whirlpools. In the Fire God Temple village beside the canal, all the demonic fires were swallowed by those two whirlpools, and then two streams of light flew out from the whirlpools and arrived at that person's feet.

The Wind-Fire Wheels rolled, and the flames fluttered like red ribbons...