The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 184 - 136 Crying to Heaven, Crying to Earth, Crying to the Ghost God_2

Chapter 184: Chapter 136 Crying to Heaven, Crying to Earth, Crying to the Ghost God_2

"I’m not just some lackey!"

Before the words had faded, he had leapt back, drawing six Magic Flags from his backpack while he stepped in an Astral Step and pinched a spell, swiftly planting them in the ground around him.

And shockingly, the Magic Flags were inserted upside down!

"Upside Down Magic Flags?"

Though his vision was obstructed by the blinding snow, Li Yan could still sense the aura, voicing his surprise, "What Magic Method is this?"

With a grave expression, Lu Gongfeng explained, "Upside Down Magic Flags, with the characters written in reverse, are a characteristic of the Shang Mountain Magic Veins. They symbolize the inversion of Yin and Yang, extremely fierce."

"I see, thank you for the guidance, senior."

Li Yan was also surprised, not expecting such a Magic Method to exist.

Indeed, just like the martial world, the broader one’s exposure to the Mystical Sect, the greater one’s knowledge.

As Lu Gongfeng had said, this Magic Method from Shang Mountain reversed Yin and Yang. Once the Magic Flags were placed, a surge of Yin Evil Qi from the earth’s veins rose.

Within a ten-meter radius around it, a dense Yin Fog quickly formed. Since it was already dark, it turned even murkier and deeper.

Li Yan’s Divine Skills were disrupted, and he couldn’t make out what was happening inside at all.

"Connect with the earth, command the Ghost Gods!"

Wang Daoxuan’s eyes widened in shock as he exclaimed.

Having seen Wang Daoxuan in a duel just before, Lu Gongfeng no longer underestimated him and nodded, "Daoist friend indeed has exceptional knowledge. Over the years, the Shang Mountain lineage has combined strengths and weaknesses, truly developing quite a few formidable Magic Methods."

Wang Daoxuan saw Li Yan’s confusion and explained, "Linking to the earthly veins changes the local geomantic situation, creating an Innate gathering place of Yin Evil, like a magic platform supported by the earth’s veils."

"Although it’s short-lived, it allows one to use some powerful spells, like commanding Ghost Gods which involves summoning Evil Ghosts and Yin Gods, something ordinary magic platforms cannot suppress..."

In fact, he had left some details unsaid.

If he had the method of this Earth Connection, his "Seven Arrows Secret Spell" would also increase greatly in power.

Sure enough, the situation on the field abruptly shifted.

The Yin Fog billowed, and Li Yan could sense three terrifyingly cold auras rising, each as formidable and distinct as divine statues in a Taoist temple.

One reeked of a chilling intent to kill, another was drenched in blood, and another was dark and inscrutable, all seeming far from benign.

Lu Gongfeng spoke gravely, "It’s said that the Shang Mountain lineage suppresses licentious and evil gods everywhere but doesn’t exterminate them. Instead, they recruit them all, calling it the Ghost God Camp."

"Though it’s a Lower Altar method, its power is indeed formidable."

Li Yan frowned, "This path seems twisted..."

Lu Gongfeng sighed, "But it’s effective. Over the years, the Shang Mountain lineage’s fame has grown by the day. Most disciples descend the mountain to serve the royal families and high-ranking officials, leveraging their power to grow stronger day by day."

"To be honest, not just us from the side door, but even some from the Magic Veins, are somewhat envious..."

On the field, Shen Sanyou sensed the terrifying killing intent coming from the opposite side and, far from showing fear, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter, "Is this the magic you’ve come up with? It’s laughable!"

In the midst of the Yin Fog, Luo Faqing, seemingly enraged, retorted:

"Let’s see if you can still laugh later!"

With that, he waved a Magic Flag, and a fierce wind suddenly rose all around.

Unlike ordinary yin soldiers, these licentious ghost gods, each possessing Divine Skills, almost instantly appeared around Shen Sanyou.

The one with a profound intent to kill gathered Yin Sha to form an invisible curse sword, directly stabbing towards Shen Sanyou’s forehead aiming to destroy his three souls and seven spirits...

The blood-drenched one stirred the yin wind, howling like a ghost and a wolf, attempting to corrupt the Soul Summoning Banner on Shen Sanyou’s shoulder...

And the one with dark and murky aura gathered Yin Sha, visible frost rising from the ground nimbly covering the broken walls, seemingly intent on freezing Shen Sanyou’s corporeal body...

Seeing this, Lu Gongfeng’s heart skipped a beat.

He knew, faced with this magic, his only option was death.

Ordinary magic platforms and Protective Methods simply couldn’t block these ghost gods.

Of course, ordinary people couldn’t see any of this, only feeling the snowstorm growing suddenly fiercer, the harsh wind blinding them.

Jingle, jingle, jingle!

Just then, the sound of bells suddenly rang out.

It was Shen Sanyou, his left hand pinching a strange hand seal, his middle finger pressing a Soul Suppressing Bell, constantly shaking it back and forth.

The bell’s clear ringing spread continuously like ripples, blocking the ghost gods’ invasion.

At the same time, Shen Sanyou also stood up, the Soul Banner swaying, its mournful dirge resounding through the snowy night.

"When the daylight wanes, from Ancient Times, prosperity has its decline, life has its death, the impermanence has arrived, worldly matters are cast aside~"

"Once the gate to the netherworld opens, the deceased should not long for their hometown, nor should their children be sorrowful. Where in the mountains can a thousand-year tree exist, where in the human world can there be a man who lives for a thousand years~"

The Soul Summoning Banner fluttered and the Yin Qi howled, forming a vortex.

The funeral song was mournful, as if carrying a magic power, making all listeners feel lost.

Amid the storm, Shen Sanyou waved the Soul Summoning Banner, like rowing in rough seas, like a guide to Huang Quan, sorrowful and weeping, ultimately carrying an ancient tone.

Although one could not understand its meaning, one could feel the bygone ancients...

Li Yan’s expression was solemn, with his eyelids twitching.

He could smell it— as Shen Sanyou cast his spells, a formless power rose, like a swampy marsh, dragging three Ghost Gods gradually sinking underground.

This magic method resembled that of the Yin Bureau capturing people...

After a while, the wind stopped, and the singing ceased.

Puh!

On Luo Faqing’s side, the magic platform and Magic Flag had already shattered, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and collapsed on the ground, pale-faced. Yet, he gritted his teeth and said, "Night Crying Man, mourning the heavens, the earth, and the ghosts; indeed, remarkable."

"But don’t be proud; I only controlled three Ghost Gods; my senior brother’s methods far surpass mine. It’s my lack of Dao, not that my magic methods fall short!"

"Fool, don’t you understand yet?"

Shen Sanyou raised his eyebrows and shook his head:

"Your path has deviated!"

"Shang Mountain harbors intentions of joining the orthodox, but fails to realize the orthodox’s strength lies in averting disasters. Ancient Ghost Gods rampaged, and the Human clan sought peace, thus birthing the Mystical Sect, divination, disaster avoidance, disaster relief."

"Witches, priests, and Daoists were thus supported by generations of royal families. Even today, the laws and rites are increasingly stringent."

"The era of Qin Palace’s Secret Blessings is long past; you want to join the orthodox, yet only seek spells that harm others, possessing skills without the right path, it will sooner or later lead to disaster!"

"Do you know why the Taixuan Orthodox Sect is strong?"

"Taixuan law: Forbidden to worship Evil Ghosts, sham people with Ghost Gods, confuse people’s hearts by the power of Ghost Gods, violators die!"

"You all, are still far behind, hahaha..."

Having said this, he picked up the Soul Summoning Banner and strode out of the ruins, nonchalantly waving, "Young brother Li, don’t forget my drink."

Li Yan stood up and clasped his fists: "After this event, at Pingkang Square, Huawei Building, we shall not return until drunk!"

"Bright, hahaha..."

Shen Sanyou didn’t bother with the crowd, hoisted the Soul Summoning Banner, and disappeared into the snowstorm laughing.

Behind him in the ruins, Luo Faqing, overwhelmed with grief and anger, spat out three mouthfuls of blood and could not hold on any longer, collapsing stiffly to the ground.

The men of the Fire Bear Gang hurried forward, carrying him into the tent.

"Truly a mysterious figure of the Mystical Sect..."

The president of the Foot Guild, Tie Shigu, couldn’t help but praise, then curiously asked, "Young brother, where’s your second assistant?"

Li Yan was somewhat speechless, "He hasn’t arrived yet."

Saying so, he looked towards Lu Gongfeng, "The senior known as ’Shadow,’ has Elder Lu heard of him?"

Li Yan initially thought that since Shen Sanyou was so famous, ’Shadow’ must be no less, but Lu Gongfeng frowned and shook his head, "Never heard of him."

"But those skilled in combat often remain nameless; surely, he must also be an extraordinary expert of the Mystical Sect..."

While saying so, suddenly someone came running through the snowstorm, bloodied, staggering, and collapsed in front of Xiong Baodong, eyes vacant, saying:

Ghosts, ghosts, they’re all dead, all dead..."

Li Yan frowned; just now, Shen Sanyou had mentioned ’Shadow’ was attacked and was exterminating fiercely.

It seemed he intended to spare no one.

Such immense killing intent!

But why hasn’t he arrived yet?

Hearing this, Xiong Baodong’s face also turned ugly, turning to look behind him, "Who’s up for the third round?"

This time, although it was Liu Wenchen’s affair, to strike against the Five Elements, he also brought along various evil Cultivators from his gang; losing a person is acceptable, but losing face wasn’t, and they couldn’t just concede.

Who knew, perhaps after witnessing Shen Sanyou’s fierceness and hearing another even more ferocious killer was coming, the evil Magicians all turned their heads, pretending not to hear.

"Cowards, all useless!"

Xiong Baodong, naturally domineering and ruthless, saw this and felt rage building up, his eyes swirled as he shouted: "The third round, quickly, who’s going up?"

Tie Shigu scoffed: "What’s the rush; anyway, none of your men dares to go up, why the hell are you still competing?"

"Hey, Mr. Xiong, wouldn’t it be better to just concede?"