The Blade-Wielding Legend-Chapter 1230 - 643: Qianyang Hall, Mang Mountain Ghost Emperor (Part 3)
With a crackling sound, a bolt of lightning connected heaven and earth, directly descending.
The originally invisible Soul-hooking Thunder Rope instantly revealed its form, electricity sparking and flickering.
The Soul-hooking Thunder Rope is a Divine Tool of the Daluo Law Realm, mysterious and extraordinary.
After being transformed by the Thunder Department, it can already channel and store Heavenly Thunder.
And during the battle in Chengdu, it received further transformation by the Thunder Astral, allowing it to contain even more.
In an instant, Li Yan was enveloped by the lightning.
The intense lightning made those Five-Colored Corpse Spiders instinctively fearful, retreating backwards.
From within the lightning came a commanding voice: "I am no ordinary being, the true North Emperor. My head is like a dark cloud, my hair like chaotic stars. Reaching the Yang Realm above, traversing the Netherworld below. Within ten directions, the Evil Qi sinks..."
This was precisely Li Yan's "North Emperor Divine Transformation Scripture".
Soon, the lightning contracted inward.
Li Yan also changed in appearance, his hair standing on end, two Soul-hooking Thunder Ropes passing through his shoulders like flying thunder-light sashes, his entire body coursing with electric arcs, even his eyes were a field of white light.
The Divine Transformation Technique, Thunder God's Body.
With the blessing of the Divine Transformation Technique, Li Yan now broke through the limits of the flesh.
Boom!
With a flash of lightning, the whole person appeared in the square.
Dong dong dong!
Inside Qianyang Hall, came the dull and obscure sound of a bell.
All the Five-Colored Corpse Spiders gathered frantically towards the center.
The corpses they controlled cluttered the square, blocking it completely.
Moreover, at the entrance to Duan Gate behind, the "Soul Collecting Ships" swayed side to side, yin winds and black mist rising, frost spreading across the ground, footprints appearing densely.
Within the black mist, shadows could vaguely be seen flickering.
These "Soul Collecting Ships" were also laid out by Wang Xuanmo.
No matter if Li Yan attacked from the main entrance or entered the square, he couldn't avoid it.
In front, the Five-Colored Corpse Spider Paperman Puppets blocked, behind, yin soldiers approached.
The danger is not lacking compared to the Fake Yin Bureau.
But at this moment, Li Yan was fearless.
Faced with the approaching Paperman Puppets, the Duan Chen Blade swung out fiercely.
The Duan Chen Blade, after transformation, requires the Thunder Technique to exert its power.
Normally it doesn't seem overpowering, but when combined with the Thunder God's Body, it finally showcased its Divine Weapon might.
"Aww——!"
The blade light flickered, accompanied by the rumble of thunder, even a dragon's roar could be heard.
On the square, a Dragon Form of thunder light charged left and right.
Where it passed, the dense Papermen and yin soldiers all disintegrated, turning into black ash.
Although Li Yan's Thunder Technique couldn't compare to the Heavenly Thunder summoned by the Mystic Sect, it excelled in close combat, these evil entities were restrained by the Thunder Astral, enchantments, possessions were utterly useless, collapsing upon a single strike.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
With waves of thunder light, the path to Qianyang Hall was broken open.
Ignoring these evil entities, Li Yan directly exerted force, his entire body wrapped in lightning, stepping onto the white jade staircase, crushing beneath his feet, then crashing through the door with a single step.
Upon entering the main hall, Li Yan didn't even look, and took out the Hook Paper.
However, the Hook Paper remained unresponsive.
Meanwhile, the rampaging Five-Colored Corpse Spiders also pursued.
Curiously, they only stayed outside the hall, letting the Paperman Puppets carry coffins around wildly, screaming madly, and dared not approach.
Li Yan furrowed his brow, ignoring them, but looked towards the rear of the main hall.
Poof! Poof! Poof!
One fire basin after another ignited spontaneously.
The previously pitch-black main hall was now clear.
But inside the fire basins, green ghost flames burned, illuminating the hall akin to the Palace of Darkness.
The hall was quite empty, with only a sandalwood carved chair on the upper platform, upon which a figure sat, clothed in Imperial Robe, crowned, hair white as snow, features sinister, under the full hall of green light, resembling the Netherworld King.
It was the Mang Mountain Ghost Emperor Wang Xuanmo.
Li Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, "You have some guts, daring to meet with me."
"Hahaha..."
Wang Xuanmo seemed amused, "I fear not even the heavens, why would I fear you, little ghost."
While speaking, he turned his head outward, waving his hand.
Screeching noises resounded, the evil entities outside the hall retreated completely.
Li Yan furrowed his brow, silently observing the surroundings.
He prepared to locate the opponent's layout, destroy it then summon the Yin Bureau to capture people.
"Don't bother."
Above, the Mang Mountain Ghost Emperor clearly saw through his thoughts, smiled and shook his head, "Few in this world can understand this setup, besides, it's not meant to guard against you..."
As he spoke, he pointed upward, "It's meant to guard against the heavens!"
Li Yan eyes slightly narrowed, "What are you planning?"
The Mang Mountain Ghost Emperor chuckled softly, picked up a cup of wine from the table beside, took a sip then snickered:
"I seek to enlighten you."
"To save you from blindly becoming a scapegoat for those Immortal Gods!"
