Chapter 409
Drinking ice for years cannot cool the burning passion
Within the grand formation, Yama sat calmly, his voice even carrying a hint of disdain, seemingly oblivious to the surging killing intent around him.
In truth, He never regarded Yu Zhensheng as a great enemy; what He truly feared was merely the song "Exploring Yin Mountain."
Without the blessing of this occult performance, a group of occult performers would be nothing more than a rabble to Him.
Old Man Niu Shan was angered by this fellow's arrogance. His beard twitched slightly, and he sneered, "Anyone can talk big. I'd like to see what you're going to use to break this formation, you old beggar."
After saying this, he waved the array flag, and in an instant, the thirty-six stars of the Heavenly Gang trembled. The brilliant starlight gathered like a waterfall, transforming into a magnificent mirror that illuminated the world and radiated divine light.
The mirror's light shone on Yama, causing the strange phenomenon of the precious tree behind him, which supported the eighteen levels of hell, to tremble.
That wasn't all. Old Man Niushan waved the array flags again, and the seventy-two flags of the Earthly Fiends connected with the earth's veins, transforming into an "Earthly Fiend Dragon-Binding Nail," which was aimed at Yama's brow.
The precious mirror tames the form, the evil nails vanquish the spirits!
Although Old Man Niushan was only at the sixth level of perfection, with the help of this great formation and on such a starry night, he was confident that he could refine even a terrestrial immortal who had survived five heavenly tribulations to death!
This is the foundation of Louguan Taoism over thousands of years, and also the result of his three hundred years of arduous cultivation in array formations.
boom!
The illusory treasure tree that supported the netherworld swayed precariously, its drooping azure light scattering like mercury spilling out in all directions.
However, it barely managed to block the Heavenly Gang Treasure Realm and the Earthly Fiend Dragon-Binding Nail, resulting in a brief stalemate.
However, Yama has protective supernatural powers, so the Yin soldiers and generals he brought were not so lucky. Trapped in the great formation, even a few strands of leaked star power were enough to grind them into ashes.
Countless ghosts and gods tried to resist, but were swept by the starlight of the magic mirror. Some were instantly engulfed in flames, some were frozen into ice blocks, and some seemed to be slashed by countless swords, their souls and bodies instantly shattered into pieces...
Apart from a few highly skilled Yin generals who were able to hold out with some effort, the rest suffered heavy casualties. For a time, ghosts wailed and howled, and the sharp sounds caused the porcelain in the building to shatter.
At this moment, the Yin Opera Masters, led by Yu Zhensheng and Yu Tianheng, also charged over. The two old masters, one singing Guan Yu and the other singing Emperor Zhaolie, used starlight to armor them and earth veins to forge their blades, piercing through the Yin soldiers and ghost generals like sharp arrows.
"Haha, that's great! That's great!"
Caught up in the heat of battle, Yu Tianheng laughed loudly, saying boldly, "Old fool, let's have another contest and see who kills more!"
"Hehe, the loser buys drinks tonight."
"make a deal!"
Under their leadership, the ghost performers displayed their unique skills, some singing Zhao Yun, some Zhang Fei, and others Huang Zhong, Ma Chao, Wen Hou, Hu Hou...
For a moment, it was as if the heroes of the Three Kingdoms had been resurrected, their sharpness fully revealed, their momentum magnificent.
Their eyes gleamed with fervor as they wielded their blades, slaying demons and gods with each strike, each blow seemingly an outpouring of pent-up anger and releasing the resentment and bitterness that had accumulated in their hearts over the years.
The Yin Master, despite possessing formidable combat prowess and hailed as the foremost fighter among the hundred Yin schools, seems to be like the Great Sage wearing a golden headband, his life held in the hands of the Underworld. The near-death experience he faced upon completing his apprenticeship is a shadow etched deep within his soul.
Even if they successfully survive the ordeal, they still have to keep taking on roles, walking on the edge of a cliff, and watching helplessly as their apprentices, whom they raised from childhood, once again step onto that terrifying road to the underworld.
Anyone with a modicum of courage would feel dissatisfied and angry.
This is why they resolutely chose to come and help after receiving the secret letter from Yu Zhensheng and Yu Tianheng.
Today's battle is to ensure that the descendants of the Yinxi lineage will never enter the Yellow Springs again!
Driven by this belief, almost everyone displayed fearless courage, hacking away until they were covered in blood, until their blades were dulled, and even when they were wounded, they would throw away their dulled blades, pick up their bloodied weapons from the ground, and continue to charge.
A mere dozen or so people, yet they were like an unstoppable tidal wave, forcefully breaking through the ranks of the demons and gods, and were about to reach the King of Hell.
Seeing this scene, the traitor Yang Jinglan was deeply shocked, as if he had been greatly shaken.
The passion that had long been frozen seemed to begin to melt again, and an indescribable sense of shame and excitement filled my heart.
When Yu Zhensheng's Guan Dao struck with the force of a thunderbolt, his hand gripping the hilt turned white, but he slowly closed his eyes and did not choose to draw his sword.
The wind howled, but stopped short of his ear. Yu Zhensheng didn't even look, swept past him, and continued charging forward, leaving behind only a calm sentence.
"Yang Jinglan, draw your sword."
"Don't fall behind."
In an instant, Yang Jinglan felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He didn't know when his eyes had filled with tears, and his trembling hands suddenly stopped, becoming steady and powerful.
With a clang, the sword was drawn, its cold light like stars, instantly killing several ghost soldiers. The swordsmanship was so fierce that it was like a rain of pear blossoms.
Gazing at the figure he had admired since his youth, he took a deep breath, said nothing, and simply picked up his sword and followed.
At that moment, he suddenly understood that sentence.
To do something knowing it is impossible.
……
Inside the opera house in Fengdu City, young Yin Opera performers were singing in a guttural voice; it was still the Mulian Opera.
However, compared to Zhou Sheng's time, they had already familiarized themselves with each other beforehand, so their cooperation was more tacit. In addition, with the guidance of masters such as Zhou Sheng, Yu Zhensheng, and Yu Tianheng, they managed to get through each match without any major incidents and made almost no mistakes.
Just as they were filled with excitement, preparing to sing until dawn and successfully graduate, the situation suddenly changed.
A ghost messenger secretly sprinkled some kind of powder into the air. Immediately afterward, the ghosts who had been engrossed in watching the show became restless and their malevolent aura surged.
Many evil spirits, drawn by the scent of humans, have already climbed onto the stage, their eyes filled with a bloodthirsty desire.
The ghostly performances that used to easily attract ghosts seemed to have lost their magic at this moment.
That wasn't the end of it. The musicians at Kowloon Mouth glanced at the ghost messengers below the stage, their eyes darting around. Then, their drumbeats and rhythms went awry, sometimes suddenly becoming faster, sometimes slower.
They were musicians from the underworld, clearly having been given a mission.
The young occult performers on stage immediately showed expressions of fear and anger.
This is practically no acting at all; it's obvious they want them to make mistakes so they can "justifiably" carry out the massacre.
If it's truly because of one's own lack of skill and mistakes, then being torn to shreds by ghosts and gods is understandable. But to die because of such injustice and scheming would be far too humiliating.
A moment later, one of the ghost performers finally lost his composure, sang the wrong lyrics, and suddenly stumbled in his steps.
The next moment, the ghosts roared and dragged his soul directly off the stage, tearing it into pieces and devouring it inch by inch.
Even so, the young occult performer still tightly covered his mouth, unwilling to let out a scream so as not to disturb his fellow apprentices on the stage.
Seeing this, the young occult practitioners were filled with tears and grief.
Not long after, another girl made a mistake and was dragged off the stage.
She was adorable and always smiled as she did laundry and cooked for everyone during her months of performing at Juxianlou. She was known as Little Junior Sister and Little Moon.
"Damn it, I can't take this anymore!"
With a furious look in his eyes, one of the ghost performers cursed loudly, stopped singing, and instead stabbed the evil spirit beside him with his gun.
In an instant, he was like a spark, igniting the anger in everyone's hearts.
...(End of this chapter)