The Blade-Wielding Legend-Chapter 1239 - 648: Heavenly Thunder Subdues Demons

"Did you see that? That's what ants are!"

"Their lives are like morning dew, worrying about nothing more than eating, drinking, defecating, just like beasts."

"What does it matter if they've read books?"

"They praise names to be remembered in history, but they're just dead people. Even more ridiculous, those foolish men and women follow these rites. Hundreds and thousands of years of incense, isn't the pride of the Divine State still at my disposal?"

"Wake up, all this righteous path is bullshit!"

"Follow me out to sea, free from the constraints of this world, fearless of life and death, isn't that exhilarating?"

Even now, he didn't forget to persuade Li Yan.

After all, traveling from Yu State to the outer seas would surely be fraught with difficulties.

With the Heavenly Official's assistance, many troubles could be avoided.

Listening to the arrogant laughter, Li Yan's expression grew colder.

As the saying goes, their paths diverge and cannot be reconciled.

From a purely self-serving viewpoint, Wang Xuanmo's choice might not be wrong, but it was built on countless heads for his own glory, something Li Yan couldn't accept and was too tired to even speak.

The surrounding yin energy grew denser, the ground froze into inverted ice blades.

Everywhere visible was filled with wind and darkness.

It even carried the momentum of the Yin Department Soldiers.

This was a sign of Yin Sha earth energy being highly concentrated, comparable to some dire places.

Ordinary people stepping into it would immediately fall into illusions and be frozen to death.

Even as Li Yan, the thunder on him was continually worn down.

After walking less than a hundred meters, the Thunder Astral stored within the Soul-hooking Thunder Rope was nearly depleted.

Without a moment's hesitation, Li Yan lifted the Duan Chen Blade once more.

Crack!

Yet another lightning bolt shot from sky to earth, enveloping him completely.

"You're such a fool!"

Wang Xuanmo's voice rang out again, "I wonder how long you can last?"

His tone was filled with confidence.

He knew quite a lot about the Divine Transformation Technique, using external forces, powerful magic artifacts for storage and enhancement, breaking physical limits when coming forth to the world, but even with magic artifacts, you shouldn't act so recklessly.

This kid might collapse physically before he even finds me.

And indeed.

Summoning thunder once again, Li Yan felt as if his organs, even his bone marrow, were pierced with blade-like pain.

It was like countless electric drills rampaging inside his body.

"Ah---!" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Such pain was hard for even Li Yan to endure, making him cry out in agony.

At the same time, this drew mocking laughter from Wang Xuanmo.

Seeing Li Yan on this path to self-destruction, Wang Xuanmo ignored him, forming mantras with both hands, biting his tongue repeatedly, and spitting the blood onto the Five-sided Black Flag before him, chanting spells.

Li Yan wasn't feeling well, and neither was Wang Xuanmo.

Controlling the Sect's Suppression Artifact alone while causing resonance with the Mang Mountain earth veins would deplete a massive amount of energy even at his peak, let alone now?

Each cast of the spell made Wang Xuanmo's vision darken.

Yet the increasingly obvious tripod-shaped dark cloud stirred him with excitement.

Back during the Northern Song Dynasty, his cultivation was already complete, aiming to break through and revive the sect. But the sudden appearance of Ghost Sect Leader Zhao Changsheng offered an even better option.

After years of waiting, the moment finally arrived...

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As the array spun, the vibrations below the earth veins grew louder.

In Luoyang City, Yin Jiuge, Wang Daoxuan, and the others watched the ground shake at the Array Eye, with even cracks appearing, all anxiously worried yet helpless...

On Mang Mountain above the Northern Wei Emperor's Mausoleum, the surface showed numerous massive bulges.

"Master, please leave quickly, or it will be too late!"

The surrounding disciples pleaded repeatedly, and Zen Master Hui Yuan sighed in despair.

He looked toward distant Luoyang City, already envisioning its destruction and carnage.

Boom!

At that moment, the vibrations of the earth veins suddenly ceased.

"Wait just a bit longer!"

Zen Master Hui Yuan quickly stopped the monks, gazing toward the plains below.

"Perhaps, there's still hope."

By now, the sky was blood-red, the mountains became ever darker.

But everyone could see bolts of lightning striking continuously onto the plains from the sky...

......

Indeed, things took a turn.

"Who... what exactly are you?!"

Ghost Emperor Wang Xuanmo stared at the approaching Li Yan, eyes filled with shock.

Crack!

The lightning seemed mad, striking repeatedly from the sky.

Distant Li Yan's entire body was enveloped in lightning.

What further chilled Wang Xuanmo was that the terrifying lightning fell from the sky, splitting into two streams near the ground.

One thin stream absorbed by Li Yan, with two soul-hooking thunder ropes trailing like electric tentacles...

The other, thicker stream burst with overwhelming power, directly breaking apart the Yin Sha Qi on the road ahead...

The distance between them rapidly closed.

What Wang Xuanmo didn't know was, at this moment, Li Yan was in a peculiar state.

Consecutive absorption of thunder, even with the soul-hooking thunder rope, had already damaged his body.

His body showed branch-like scorch marks, already scorched and ruined, blood beads seeping from his pores instantly vaporized within the lightning, rising as a crimson bloody mist.

During the battle in Chengdu, Li Yan lost a soul fire.

Now, with physical damage, the Daluo Dharma Body underwent repairs again.

The wounds quickly healed, with cracks appearing on the Daluo Dharma Body.

And Li Yan, struck by thunder, couldn't afford any distress.

His eyes were filled with white hot sparks, his vision spinning, ears filled with piercing buzzes.

Yet he gritted his teeth hard, letting the thunder wreak havoc in his meridians.

Each flash of lightning rooted through him felt like countless steel needles moving along his bone marrow.

He instinctively activated the "Undying Seal Technique," muscles trembling, dispersing the thunder.

To be honest, the help wasn't significant.