The Blade-Wielding Legend-Chapter 1228 - 643: Qianyang Hall, Mang Mountain Ghost Emperor

The Yin Wind howled, and cold air filled the atmosphere.

The influence from Mang Mountain grew stronger.

The Demon Army of the Six Kingdoms was merged with Evil Spirit Qi, becoming an undying existence. Even when suppressed by the Fake Yin Bureau of Qin Palace for years, they were never erased, and the hatred from a thousand-year-old destroyed kingdom turned into overwhelming resentment.

This resentment kept surging upwards, ready to break through Mang Mountain at any moment.

At that time, the whole Luoyang would become a realm of evil spirits, and all living beings would suffer.

However, the "Suihou Snake Pearl" was equally extraordinary.

This treasure had gained spiritual communication and showed signs of transforming into a dragon, continually gathering Dragon Vein Earth Qi under the influence of the formation.

In the Divine State, the Dragon Vein starts from Kunlun, running between the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, passing through Qinling, Dabie Mountain, and into Taishan, entering the sea. It has always been the core area of the Central Plains, nurturing countless famous mountains and rivers, as well as dynasties, over thousands of years.

Now being mobilized, although only in a small area, the commotion was extremely shocking.

In the convergence points of Yi River, Luo River, and even the Yellow River, massive waves had risen.

The surging tides battered the docks and levees, making the people of the Heluo Chamber of Commerce extremely nervous.

Meanwhile, in the sky, the change in Earth Qi led to dense clouds.

It was near midnight. It ought to have been pitch black, but the blood light over Mang Mountain grew even more intense due to the collision of two forces, dyeing half the sky red.

Rumble!

The blood-red lightning roared.

Every flash of thunder revealed the shape of a Flood Dragon sketched by thick clouds against the blood-red sky.

Raindrops as large as beans began to fall, clattering down.

In an instant, it turned into a torrential downpour.

On the mountain road hundreds of miles away, a thunderous sound of hooves resonated.

All the riders urged their horses, pressing down on their bamboo hats with their right hands.

Occasionally, someone's hat would be swept away by the fierce wind, revealing a bald head beneath.

They were reinforcements from the Shaolin Temple, at least several hundred strong.

Sha Lifei and Wang Daoxuan were among them.

As they looked at the distant blood light, they were both shocked and worried.

The request for help from Shaolin went smoothly.

The Shaolin Temple is the Ancestor Court of Zen, famous alongside Wudang and Emei, naturally having no shortage of personnel.

They didn't make things difficult, only that there were other important matters.

Due to significant changes in the celestial phenomena, the court's demand for a new calendar became more urgent.

The Qintian Bureau, along with numerous Fengshui masters, conducted simulations at the Observatory built by Guo Shoujing in the former dynasty.

This place was where the Shoushi Calendar was formulated. The new calendar would also need to be calibrated here.

To prevent accidents, Shaolin dispatched many experts for protection.

Upon learning about the happenings in Luoyang, they mobilized their men immediately, delaying for a few hours.

Wang Daoxuan hadn't expected that despite hurrying, something had already happened.

Beside him, a great monk galloping on horseback suddenly lifted his gaze with a solemn expression and said:

"Amitabha, the Red Defect moves, there certainly is a great calamity!"

This great monk, with a kind face and eyes, drooping ears to his shoulders, bore the appearance of a Buddha, though his whole body was muscular and sinewy like a Vajra Body, clearly different from ordinary people.

"Master Hui Yuan, is there still time?"

Wang Daoxuan couldn't help but inquire.

Even though his beliefs differed from the Buddhist ones, he held great respect for this monk.

This great monk, Hui Yuan, was the leader of the Dharma Guardian Monks of Shaolin.

Upon hearing Wang Daoxuan's question, Hui Yuan slightly shook his head, "If the Yuzhou Tripod hasn't appeared, it's okay to say. But the power of that Divine Tripod, this humble monk has heard of. Once it emerges, all is lost!"

With that, he suddenly turned his head and said, "Zhi Kong, give me the item!"

In the middle of the group, eight strong monks rode in pairs.

Each holding a chain, hauling a massive copper box through the air.

"Yes, Master!"

Hearing Hui Yuan's order, the lead monk gave a look, and all eight exerted their strength simultaneously.

"Hey~"

As they exhaled and shouted, the massive copper box immediately whistled out.

Hui Yuan leaped from his horse, catching the copper box in mid-air, whirling and landing heavily on the ground.

Thud!

The ground trembled, mud and water splashed, showing the weight of the object.

"This humble monk will go ahead!"

Carrying the copper box taller than a person, Hui Yuan still breathed evenly.

After issuing an order, he pinched a Dharma Seal with his left hand and exerted force with his feet.

Swoosh!

His entire being disappeared from the spot instantly.

Reappeared a hundred steps away!

Faster than a galloping horse, with several flashes, the person vanished from sight.

"Shrinking Ground into Inches?"

Sha Lifei's eyes lit up, "Brother Yan also knows this technique."

Wang Daoxuan shook his head, "It's the Buddhist Divine Feet, even more powerful than Escape Technique."

He knew what was in the copper box.

As long as the Yuzhou Tripod didn't appear, most things should be suppressible.

But even so, the worry on his face didn't lessen. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Seeing this, Sha Lifei understood what he was thinking and comforted, "Don't worry, Brother Yan's Dao is stronger than during the Chengdu battle, it shouldn't be dangerous."

"It's different now."

Wang Daoxuan looked towards Luoyang and said in a deep voice, "In Shu, we were just slightly famous. That Lu Sheng, though sending people after us, never really took us seriously, hence suffered a great defeat."

"Now that Brother Yan's name is known across the world, the other side will definitely be on guard."

"Just afraid they've already set numerous traps..."

......

Rumble!

Lightning illuminated the plaque of the Duan Gate of the Prince Mansion.

Though the Luoyang Royal Mansion couldn't compare to the Shu Prince Mansion, it was equally large.

This place was originally the Duan Gate at the south side of the Sui and Tang Luoyang Palace, later destroyed by war and rebuilt on the original site, its size reduced, but in accordance with the etiquette of Great Xuan, three gates were set up, with towering gate towers.

Under the city gate, Li Yan looked up.

When they had just entered the city, the Luoyang Royal Mansion was still aflame, and the sounds of battle unceasing.

Yet now, all was silent, dark, and deathly still.