The Blade-Wielding Legend-Chapter 1229 - 643: Qianyang Hall, Mang Mountain Ghost Emperor (2)

The vermilion door had been shredded by cannon fire.

Above the doorway, chains hung the carcass of a broken ship, covered in mud and water plants.

It was the wreckage of the "Soul Collecting Ship" that had appeared on the Yi River.

Long strands of water plants dangled down, entwined with the remnants of soldiers.

Although Li Yan didn't know about the "Soul Collecting Ship," he could tell something was wrong.

He formed a mantra with his left hand, instantly smelling the foul and yin energy from the water plants, accompanied by chaotic cries from within the ship.

Looking sideways, he realized there was more than one "Soul Collecting Ship."

The entire doorway was hung with wrecked ships, the water plants densely hanging down, swaying with the gale.

Rumble!

A torrential downpour accompanied the thunder, and the water plants seemed to come alive, twisting and reaching out from the doorway, as if trying to lick the rain falling from the sky.

Li Yan frowned slightly and turned to leave.

He wasn't afraid of these ghostly things, but he didn't know the situation inside the city, so it was unnecessary to waste his energy here.

Nearing the city gate, Li Yan exerted strength under his feet, leaped upward, and climbed swiftly, like a lizard scaling a wall, effortlessly reaching the top of the wall using only his physical strength.

Clang!

Just as he reached the top, a sharp blade came whistling toward him.

Li Yan had already sensed something odd, and with both hands gripping the bricks, he twisted his body.

Easily evading the ambush, he flipped over onto the wall.

But he saw rows of soldiers standing on the wall.

Their faces were cold and pale, their eyes pitch black. Despite the rain beating against their scale armor, they stood unwaveringly.

As Li Yan leaped onto the wall, all the soldiers raised their long spears and thrust them forward.

Swish, swish, swish!

Over a dozen long spears pierced through the rain curtain, aiming straight at Li Yan's body.

Li Yan was in midair with nowhere to land, but he remained calm. His body suddenly shrank, executing a Kite Flipping maneuver, narrowly avoiding the spear tips, landing precisely on a few spear shafts.

These soldiers moved stiffly, tipping the spears upward simultaneously.

Li Yan, leveraging this force, soared into the air, landing behind them.

A series of actions, as skillful as a juggling act.

Unlike disciples of some orthodox sects, Li Yan deeply understood the importance of martial arts and never dared to slack off.

Though he had not yet pierced the layer of paper separating him from Dan Strength, he still trained using the Daluo Dharma Body daily, fully integrating the Undying Seal Technique, able to absorb and redirect force throughout his body.

In terms of the subtlety of his strength use, he was no less proficient than those experts in Dan Strength.

The only difference was that Dan Strength experts excelled in prolonged battles.

Flipping behind them, before landing, Li Yan swiftly drew the Duan Chen Blade and swung it in one motion.

Boom, boom, boom!

The air cracked continuously.

The rainwater scattered, revealing a dense web of spider silk.

On the backs of those soldiers were blood-soaked papermen.

As the spider threads were cut, the manipulated soldiers instantly collapsed to the ground.

Without a glance, Li Yan exerted force under his feet, dashed forward in a few strides, and then lifted his leg.

Boom!

With a loud crash, the coffin resting on the wall was kicked off.

After falling down the city, it shattered on the bluestone ground, revealing a chubby large spider, which roared and scurried around but grew weaker by the moment.

Five-Colored Corpse Spider!

In the Fake Yin Bureau of the Qin Palace, Li Yan had encountered such a creature.

This thing could only hide inside coffins, using spider threads to control papermen, dying upon exposure to light.

Though it was nighttime, without sunlight, the thunder booming in the sky was a natural enemy of evil spirits.

Without its coffin, the Five-Colored Corpse Spider's sustaining yin energy dissipated, and it soon stopped moving.

On the city wall, Li Yan held his blade, coldly gazing downward.

He saw the square below was crowded with countless coffins.

Thin spider threads emerged from holes, controlling papermen to possess various persons, forming a guarding army.

Those manipulated included soldiers, eunuchs, maids, as well as officials in their robes.

Everyone's face was pale, their eyes black.

In the heavy rain, they stood motionless, staring intently at him.

The scene before him was downright chilling.

Li Yan paid no heed, instead gazing towards the grand hall in the distance across the square.

Although the grand hall was in the architectural style of the Great Xuan Dynasty, its stone base was very ancient, with three tiers of white jade steps, spanning thirteen bays, precisely the Qianyang Hall.

This Qianyang Hall once formed the central hall of the Sui and Tang Luoyang Palace.

According to Yin Jiuge, the Array's secret chamber was hidden inside.

Looking around, the entire exterior of Qianyang Hall was surrounded by Five-Colored Corpse Spiders.

In this situation, he could only force his way through.

It seemed that Wang Xuanmo inside intended to deplete his strength.

Li Yan sneered coldly and shouted, "Wang Xuanmo, I hear you've been defeated time and again; it seems not only are your strategies poor, but you're also a coward too afraid to show your face, yet you call yourself the Ghost Emperor?!"

He projected his voice with all his energy, resonating throughout the square, even overpowering the sound of thunder.

"Roar!"

Upon hearing his voice, the coffins on the square trembled in unison, with the Five-Colored Corpse Spiders roaring within.

Then, all sounds abruptly ceased.

Only an aged voice echoed from within the grand hall, "Ignorant child, if you wish to see me, then enter the hall. If you can't even get in, you're not qualified to meet me!"

"Hahaha... as long as you're there!"

Li Yan laughed heartily and abruptly looked up at the sky.

Crash~

Two Soul-hooking Chains whistled upward.

Arriving here, the Hook Paper still showed no reaction. Li Yan suspected Wang Xuanmo must be using some Divine Artifact Secret Treasure to conceal his aura, so he resorted to verbal probing.

With so many Five-Colored Corpse Spiders, they were indeed troublesome, difficult for even an army to penetrate.

But now, he had the advantage of the time!

Rumble!

As the Soul-hooking Thunder Rope rose, thunder immediately boomed in the sky.