Knife splashing

Chapter 417: Secret Spell to Suppress Demons and Evil Spirits

The insects were everywhere, making your scalp tingle.

Everyone finally saw his appearance clearly.

It was similar in shape to a cicada, but had a centipede body, and was extremely similar to the insect they had seen in the "Duhuo God Coffin" before.

But it is much smaller and the color is different.

It was greyish white, covered in salt foam, flying all over the sky, and the salt powder was mixed into the thick fog.

These salt powders are also their weapons.

No matter how powerful a swarm of poisonous bees is, after killing enemies that are several times their number, their bodies will be covered with salt powder and they will fall to the ground and die.

Not only that, the salt powder was also attached with evil energy, rolling with the insect swarm, rushing towards everyone like a poisonous barrier.

"Stay back, don't get involved!"

Lu San's expression suddenly changed and he reminded loudly.

He heard Li Yan describe Xie Chengzu's appearance at that time. After dispelling the evil spirit, he immediately vomited a large amount of salty and smelly pus.

Now that I see it, I have some guesses in my mind.

The performance of magic requires a medium, and these salt powders are probably the means by which the "Guest in the Fog" controls the villagers.

Call ~
At this moment, a strong cold wind suddenly blew around.

It was the "Five-sided Luofeng Flag" that Li Yan had arranged in advance that began to show its power. The ghost soldiers were dispatched, raising strong winds and dark fog, which blew away all the salt powder that was coming in.

In the dense forest, the cold air was everywhere.

The trees, branches and leaves were all covered with a layer of white frost.

The swarm of insects that were rushing towards them were also affected and could not get close.

The immediate crisis was resolved, but everyone remained vigilant.

Human figures have appeared in the thick fog. They gather and disperse from time to time. It seems that they are made up of black fog only and have no physical body.

But everyone could vaguely see that the clothes of those black shadows were very simple, like animal skins and linen, and they also wore various feather crowns on their heads.

They gathered more and more in the fog, like ghosts returning from ancient times, surrounding them from all directions.

"Clipper Zhang" was so frightened that his face turned pale.

He remembered what Xie Chengzu's disciples said, and murmured: "The 'guests in the fog' are not one person, they are not the Ba people, they are the wronged souls of the Saltwater Tribe..."

"What nonsense!"

Sharifei's scalp also tingled, but this only aroused his ferocity.

He was now dressed in a military robe, a wide leather belt with copper buckles, and a cloak, looking like a chivalrous hero.

The only thing missing is a flower pinned next to the hat.

She is the most fashionably dressed in the entire team.

But the reason for doing so is also to conceal the weapons.

He just shook his cloak and took out two flintlock rifles from his wide belt, both of which were new firearms.

In the battle between Shennongjia and the Longxiang Army, they seized a lot of spoils, but they did not have time to refit them, so they suffered a loss and exchanged them with the Yunyang Prefecture government.

We were able to do this thanks to the intercession of the people from the Ministry of Industry.

These two flintlock muskets are short muskets. Of course, they are not as refined as the ones specially customized by Li Yan, but they are also powerful.

boom!boom!
There were two loud bangs and smoke dispersed.

Black shadows exploded in the thick fog, but then quickly gathered together.

"It's useless, don't waste the gunpowder!"

Lu San shouted, "Those things are invisible, step back and don't get caught!"

"Ah."

Sharifei had no choice but to retreat.

This kind of thing is really beyond his ability to deal with.

Lu San was also worried, but when he turned around and saw Wu Ba put down his luggage, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Quick, bring the Cloud Thunder God Drum!"

"Can you use it?"

Sharifei was a little surprised.

Although Li Yan's Yunlei Shendrum is rarely used, it can always play a role at some critical moments. Therefore, no matter how troublesome it is, he always carries it with him.

However, this magical instrument is made of top-grade lightning-struck wood, with a rhinoceros skin as the drumhead. It is extremely difficult to hit it, and if you are not careful, you will hurt your soul.

Even Wang Daoxuan finds it difficult to use.

However, Lu San's cultivation level is still one level lower than theirs.

"I'll try the witch drum technique."

Lu San stared at his surroundings with a determined expression.

Like Sharifei, he has some unconventional skills. He is good at taming beasts but his skills are incomplete. Faced with this situation, he can only take a risk and give it a try.

Wang Daoxuan was busy casting spells and had no time to think about anything else. The Five-Directional Luofeng Flags were completely driven by the formation. If he didn't find a way, it would be broken sooner or later.

Sharifei gritted his teeth and immediately brought the drum.

Lu San swayed his body, stepped on the primitive witch steps, exerted his hidden strength, and slapped hard.

Boom!
The drums sounded like thunder, and a recoil force came.

The power was not as strong as Li Yan's, and the hitting method was wrong, which made Lu San's palms numb.

However, the insects that were approaching were affected and retreated one after another. Even the black shadows in the thick fog stopped approaching.

There is a door!

Lu San's eyes lit up and he immediately exerted his full strength.

He concentrated on chanting the incantation, changing the speed of the rhythm of his hands.

Li Yan's drumming follows the rhythm of the Qin and Han dynasties, with a majestic power, whereas Lu San's witch drum rhythm carries a hint of joy.

He chanted incantations and clapped his hands continuously.

The sound of drums was so loud that no matter the swarms of insects or the gathering and dispersing black shadows, as long as they got close, they were all blown away.

However, the consequences are beginning to emerge.

Lu San had never practiced thunder magic, but this Cloud Thunder God Drum carried a hint of thunder, and when he concentrated and struck it, his soul was also shaken.

He only felt chest tightness and dizziness, and his eyes went dark for a while, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted. Gradually, his forehead was covered with blue veins and cold sweat poured down.

The little fox Chuqi nearby saw this and his eyes were full of heartache, but although it was born with intelligence, it was still inexperienced and only knew some simple farting techniques to hypnotize people.

So, he just jumped up and down and roared to the sky.

The howling of foxes and the beating of witch drums may seem chaotic, but there is an inexplicable harmony, as if returning to that barbaric era.

There was blood at the corner of Lu San's mouth, his eyes were blurred, and he entered a strange state, as if he was running with a group of beasts in the wilderness.

Gradually, the bone strings began to shake. The surrounding mountain winds blew violently. The energy of the mountains and rivers gathered again, and the winds howled, as if there were ferocious beasts fluttering up and down in the thick fog.

Even the swarms of insects and dark shadows in the distance were dispersed.

Although Lu San was injured, he managed to buy more time.

In front of the altar behind them, Wang Daoxuan finally picked up the third magic arrow, bit his fingertips and smeared it with blood, then he pinched his fingers and chanted a spell, and inserted it into the straw man with a puff. He took two steps back, shook his Taoist robe, took a square step, and bowed suddenly.

"Roar!"

A roar suddenly sounded in the thick fog.

It was no longer the scream from before, but more like some kind of wild beast.

Bang!
The originally gathered swarm of insects exploded with a loud bang, and the dense black mist figures also dispersed at the same time.

The "Seven Arrows Secret Spell" is widely circulated, and being able to cast the first three arrows is already the limit of what ordinary people can endure.

Once the three arrows are shot, most of the evil spirits will be scared away.

However, Wang Daoxuan's face remained solemn.

If the other party was cursed to death, the straw man on the altar would burn instantly, but now the straw man is still intact.

On the other side, Sharifei had originally revealed a happy smile, but soon, his face turned stiff.

In the thick fog, the scattered insect swarms gathered again and merged with the strange shadows in the black fog to form a huge figure.

This figure, with insects crawling all over its body and black smoke billowing out, was about seven or eight meters tall and was striding towards them.

Lu San gritted his teeth and continued to beat the Yunlei God Drum.

He pushed with all his might, his vision went dark, foam came out of his mouth, his mind and spirit were damaged, but he still refused to give up.

Boom boom boom, the drums sound like thunder.

Visible ripples spread, stirring up white mist and crashing into the huge black shadow, but only causing it to drop some insect corpses.

The black shadow also let out a shrill and strange scream.

puff!
The recoil force came, and Lu San could no longer bear it. He spurted blood from his mouth and fell to the ground.

Sha Lifei quickly took out Wang Jingxiu's pill and stuffed it into Lu San's mouth, then raised his hand and replaced the magazine of the short-fire gun.

boom!boom!
There were two loud bangs, and the swarm of insects on the upper body of the strange shadow exploded.

Without waiting for his reply, Sharifei picked up the magic gun next to him.

boom!
The divine fire gun was more powerful and directly shattered the strange shadow.

This "guest in the fog" finally revealed his true form, but the insect swarm that gathered his body also left him with weaknesses.

But soon, the scattered insect swarms gathered again, and the human figures turned into black whirlwinds, spreading evil aura, and roared towards them.

Call ~
Around the altar, cold winds howled, frost spread, and ghost soldiers were dispatched to fight with the monster.

Two strange winds collided up and down, and the surrounding grass and trees flew everywhere.

Sharifei looked desperate. He quickly replaced the magazine and turned his head to shout, "Master, are you ready?"

However, Wang Daoxuan didn't bother to respond to him.

When casting the "Seven Arrows Secret Spell", one also has to endure the erosion of evil power, or even the backlash of the opponent's power.

At this moment, Wang Daoxuan's whole body was covered with white frost and he was filled with coldness. He pinched his fingers and chanted spells, holding the last arrow, but he was trembling all over and could not insert it.

"what--!"

Sharifei roared and fired three more shots.

The strange shadow was broken up again, but quickly gathered again and continued to move towards the altar.

pat!

One battalion of Yin soldiers was damaged and driven back to the Wufang Luofeng Banner.

One of the flags that had been planted suddenly became askew...

…………

On the other side, in the valley of ruins.

"Roar!"

Wu Ba roared angrily and swung his big axe up and down, chopping all the old zombies that rushed towards him into pieces.

If it were any other ghost or spirit, he might not be able to do anything.

But these iron-hard zombies posed no threat at all to Wu Ba, who had amazing supernatural powers; it was simply because there were too many of them.

Li Yan, on the other hand, ignored it and, under the protection of Wu Ba, used his magical powers to carefully explore the valley.

"found it!"

Finally, Li Yan's eyes lit up and he rushed out suddenly.

He ran quickly and came to a group of ruins on the north side.

A little different from other places, there is no brine pond here, but an open space covered with sparse weeds.

Li Yan quickly pushed away the loose soil and found yellow sandstone underneath.

It looked no different from an ordinary stone ground, but Li Yan could smell the source of the strange evil energy inside.

It's a coffin!
Li Yan took a quick look and understood instantly.

If other people saw it, they would probably not recognize it, but he had seen it in a museum somewhere in the southwest in his previous life.

Some ancient tribes often used local sandstone to carve sarcophagi and buried important tribal figures, such as sacrificial leaders, in them.

Like tree burial, this is also the oldest prototype of coffin burial. It is completely different from the current coffin shape. It is square and flat. After being closed from top to bottom, it is glued together with sand and stone powder to make it fit tightly.

If you don't know, you will miss it.

"Wuba, smash it!"

Li Yan let out a low roar and rushed towards the zombies.

He didn't have a blunt weapon, so it would be difficult for him to do it relying solely on his physical strength.

Wu Ba didn't hesitate and turned around and rushed to the sarcophagus.

He didn't understand why Li Yan had to chisel the stones himself, but he knew very well that the team had to obey Li Yan's orders.

"Roar!"

Wu Ba roared, his muscles bulged, and he swung the axe and chopped the ground hard.

Boom!
With one blow of the axe, gravel flew everywhere.

Boom!
After two axe strikes, a large crack appeared.

At the same time, a sharp whistle was heard on the top of the hill where Wang Daoxuan was. The swarm of insects rolled in the thick fog and gave up attacking the altar and turned back to the valley.

Obviously, Li Yan's actions have threatened him.

Unfortunately, it's all too late.

Boom!
With another blow of the axe, the sandstone coffin finally shattered.

Black and smelly pus gushed out, revealing a corpse inside. It was wrapped in a thick layer of white salt crust, and only a human figure could be vaguely seen.

"Step aside!"

Li Yan chopped the zombie away with one knife and rushed to the corpse.

At the same time, thick fog was howling outside the valley.

Li Yan clenched his fist, an electric arc crackled, and he smashed the salt shell with one punch, smashing the head of the corpse inside.

There was a crackling sound of electric arcs and the salt crust exploded.

boom!
The thick fog that was howling across the sky also dispersed, leaving only a stream of black smoke rolling towards them.

"Not dead yet!"

Li Yan turned around abruptly, and two soul-catching ropes whizzed out, entwining the black smoke in the air.

This black smoke is the real body of the monster.

The evil spirit of "眚" has many changes. It can transform into a Rakshasa demon or a fat ghost, but its essence remains unchanged.

Thick fog and swarms of insects are its external concealment.

As soon as the soul-catching rope came out, it trapped it immediately.

On the opposite hill, Wang Daoxuan also felt that all resistance had disappeared. He turned the magic arrow in his hand and stabbed it into the straw man.

Then, recite the mantra and bow again.

"Roar--!"

The black speck that Li Yan trapped surged up and down, making shrill roars, but they became weaker and weaker, and the black speck stopped moving.

At this point, Li Yan had a vague understanding.

This should be some kind of terrible witchcraft in ancient times, which merged oneself with the "black blight" and eventually turned into a "guest in the fog".

It's not some kind of immortality secret, but more like some kind of curse.

Now that the consciousness inside had been dispersed by Wang Daoxuan's curse, the "black speck" naturally stopped moving.

Li Yan originally wanted to release the heavenly thunder stored on the soul-catching rope, but something suddenly occurred to him and he did not act in a hurry. Instead, he stood there and waited.

On top of Mount Hua, the abbot of Chunyang Palace, Jingxuzi, told them that although "眚" was a terrible evil spirit, the world had its own destiny and it could be turned into a blessing under certain circumstances.

For example, the corpse of Fei Yi is the nemesis of all the witchcraft curses in the world.

That thing is very useful.

Let’s wait until Wang Daoxuan takes a look.

Not long after, Wang Daoxuan and others hurried over. Seeing Lu San carried by Sha Lifei, Li Yan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"rest assured."

Wang Daoxuan seemed to know what he was going to say, and shook his head and said, "The pill saved the internal bleeding, the injury is not serious, and he will recover after resting for a while."

He looked at the black demon again, his face full of embarrassment, "This thing is not easy to deal with. Even the thunder of heaven can't disperse it. It's better to seal it up first and send it to the blessed land of cave to suppress it."

After saying that, he took out a black altar from his luggage, made hand gestures and chanted incantations, wrapped the black smoke with a yellow cloth covered with talismans, tied it into a knot, stuffed it into the black altar, pasted suppressing talismans on it, and tied it with a red rope and evil-averting money.

After doing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

These magical instruments were all purchased in Wudang Mountain and are specifically used to suppress evil spirits. As long as the jar is not broken, the evil spirits cannot escape.

After finishing his work, Wang Daoxuan began to look around, his eyes gradually becoming surprised, "This place, could it be the ruins of the Saltwater Tribe..."

　Second update in the afternoon
　　
　
(End of this chapter)