There are only two ways to deal with it.

One is to find what can restrain it.

The other is to obliterate it with absolute power.

Finally, Li Yan sensed the Blood Bowl Saint Mother.

A strong stench of blood, as if driven by the wind, came from afar, crossing hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye.

So fast!

Li Yan did not hesitate, directly forming a mantra with his hands, "Nuogao! Taiwei Chuling, create soldiers, exorcise evil and support righteousness, Yang He Body, North Yin Emperor Order, deter weapons!"

At the same time, the Soul-hooking Thunder Rope also whistled out.

The constantly expanding Yin Sha Qi around was instantly absorbed by the Soul-hooking Rope and wrapped around him.

This was exactly the "Divine Transformation Technique" he had just mastered.

In the eyes of others, Li Yan was surrounded by black mist, rapidly expanding and transforming into a tall black figure.

As if a real Ghost God had descended!

What kind of magic method is this?

The Daoists of the White Cloud Temple were completely dumbfounded.

This kind of thing, they had indeed never seen before.

Before they could think further, a terrifying blood stench howled over, accompanied by a gust of wind wrapped in bloody smoke, causing the surrounding Treasure Swords to tremble violently, and the connected Red Ropes almost snapped.

"Not good!"

"Hold the protective array steady!"

Their faces changed drastically, and they simultaneously bit their fingertips, chanting a magic spell and pressing it onto the sword hilts, trying their best to maintain it.

Even with the Great Array guard, the pungent blood stench made them feel suffocated and faint, with blackness clouding their vision.

The Yellow Talismans pasted on the sword hilts even began to turn scorched yellow.

This is the Blood Bowl Saint Mother?

The faces of several Daoists were grim.

Fortunately, their opponent's target was not them.

As the blood shadow pounced, Li Yan's eyes turned cold, and he exerted force with his feet, suddenly rushing out.

Clang!

The Duan Chen Blade struck horizontally, emitting a dragon's roar.

Under the blessing of the "Divine Transformation Technique," Li Yan's speed became incredibly amazing, and the Duan Chen Blade directly pierced into the blood mist.

A tearing sound arose, and the blood mist quickly retreated.

A piece of a white water sleeve slowly fell.

It's the mourning dress artist!

Li Yan immediately understood the opponent's identity.

It seems this Blood Bowl Saint Mother also needs to possess a human body, and the mourning dress artist has already become its Divination Child.

As long as the mourning dress artist is killed, this Evil Skill can be broken!

With a plan in mind, Li Yan leaped out again.

"Blood wine~ poured out~ Heaven and Earth darkened, Lady Liu~ opens the magic method... Cut the heart and liver to offer to the compassionate saint~"

The twisted singing continued to drift out from the blood mist.

This is the terrifying aspect of the Blood Bowl Saint Mother.

In folklore, as long as this sound is heard, blood disasters occur; pregnant women who glance at it will hemorrhage to death.

Ordinary martial artists or magicians, once touched, will experience reversed blood flow and get instantly strangled.

But Li Yan used the "Divine Transformation Technique," with the Soul-hooking Thunder Rope coiled and Yin Sha Qi gathered, which happened to be able to block it.

Both sides' speed was extremely terrifying.

For a moment, a fierce gale arose in the surroundings.

The people around could only see a red and a black mist flying up and down, colliding madly, with the sound of blades, swords, and fists constantly emanating.

The disciples of the Trigram Sect all swallowed hard.

Goodness, are these still humans?

And several hundred meters away, Ghost Zhong Kui Situ Qian also had a drastic change in expression.

He did not expect that even with the advent and enhancement of the Blood Bowl Saint Mother, Bai Qihong was still blocked.

This had never happened before…

Thinking of this, Situ Qian hesitated.

As Nie Sangui said, they obtained the Treasure Mirror to suppress the Blood Bowl Saint Mother from White Emperor City and placed it on the Netherworld Stage as a secret ace.

Every Netherworld Stage enshrines a demon.

This method is powerful but equally dangerous.

Mortal bodies as Divination Child can't last long, and once the time limit is exceeded, the Blood Bowl Saint Mother will backfire, and Bai Qihong's life could be at risk.

But he needed to maintain the Netherworld Stage, and moreover, having just lost a foot, hadn't fully recovered and couldn't act.

Helplessly, Situ Qian could only turn around and say, "Senior Nie, there's a strong enemy over there, please lend a hand."

Nie Sangui wasn't a fool and wouldn't easily agree, chuckling, "Daoist, don't joke, the Netherworld Stage is powerful, and it's dangerous for an old lady like me to enter recklessly."

Situ Qian gritted his teeth, took down a small bell from the eaves of the Netherworld Stage, and respectfully handed it over, "Senior, with this item, you can come and go freely."

If not compelled, he truly didn't want to expose this key.

"Oh?"

Nie Sangui accepted the copper bell, revealing a satisfied smile, "Daoist should have said earlier, with this treasure, this old lady can't just stand and watch."

With that said, she directly stuffed the copper bell into her bosom.

She also had a plan in mind: to keep this thing afterward; in case they turn against each other in the future, she won't fear this Netherworld Stage.

Situ Qian's eyes were gloomy, but he said nothing.

He already used his trump card; even if successful, Bai Qihong would lose her combat power afterward and have to find a place to heal.

If even this doesn't work, then there's still a chance to seek the opportunity with King Shu...

Meanwhile, Granny Nie walked with her cane, seemingly slow, but in fact moving swiftly, accompanied by the sound of the cane tapping on the ground, quickly vanishing into the darkness.

She quickened her pace, soon passing through the street and seeing two masses of black and red mist colliding fiercely.

The sight stunned her for a moment.

This old hag was also a demon of the evil path, roughly understanding the situation. She immediately took a black pellet the size of a glutinous rice ball from her bosom and flung it towards Li Yan.

Whoosh!

Seeing the black pellet shooting towards him, Li Yan's expression changed slightly, and he quickly dodged.

The black pellet hit the ground with a bang, immediately billowing large clouds of phosphorus fire smoke, melting the accumulated snow with a sizzle, and it wouldn't extinguish even upon contact with water.

Smelling the scent, Li Yan secretly felt relieved.

This thing, the scent was akin to that of the Netherworld Fire Pistol; it should be an evil technique passed down from the late Tang Dynasty, just turned solid and slightly less powerful.

Fortunately, he was very familiar with the scent.

Seeing reinforcements coming for the opponent, Li Yan gritted his teeth, quickly formed a mantra with his right hand, his whole body emitting flashes of electricity, crackling and flickering.

His condition was no different from that of Bai Qihong.

Using the "Divine Transformation Technique" was extremely draining.

Simultaneously using the Thunder Technique meant he wouldn't last long.

But at this point, he could only seek a quick solution.

The Thunder Technique made a significant difference once invoked.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the blood mist instantly retreated.

The opponent's Innate Evil Qi was strange, but being an evil technique, it was naturally restrained by the Thunder Technique.

Li Yan didn't hesitate, closing in closely.

The Duan Chen Blade, empowered by the Thunder Technique, became even more fierce, lightning crackling, mingling with the blade light dancing up and down.

The blood mist on the opposite side was beaten back step by step, gradually dimming, even revealing the bloodied figure of Bai Qihong.

And with the flashing lights, Li Yan's figure also faintly appeared, caught in the eyes of Granny Nie nearby.

"So it's you, kid!"

Granny Nie's face instantly filled with murderous intent, directly taking out "black glutinous rice balls" to burn Li Yan to death.

Poof!

At this moment, Bai Qihong spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, her hair disheveled, the blood color in her eyes fading, and her cheeks showing an abnormal flush.

The "Blood Bowl Saint Mother" possessing her had been defeated by Li Yan, and this Artist suffered the backlash as well.

But this demoness had a tenacious disposition, actually holding on with her last breath, her flowing sleeves suddenly whipping out, pulling herself to the eaves, leaping into a nearby house, even into a well.

This move was indeed beyond Li Yan's expectations.

The opponent was already unconscious when she fell into the well, but he had no time to search, abruptly turning, looking at Granny Nie.

Not good!

Granny Nie's heart trembled, she turned to flee, simultaneously scattering several black pellets, phosphorus fire mixed with poisonous smoke rising.

However, Li Yan was faster.

Seeing the black mist surging, he directly broke through the phosphorus fire below, two Soul-breaking Flying Blades whistling out.

Granny Nie hurriedly turned around, raising the Dragon Head Walking Stick to block.

Clang! Clang!

With two crisp sounds, the Soul-breaking Flying Blades were deflected.

But just with this blocking action, the lightning-arched blade light had already swept across her neck.

Li Yan couldn't bother searching the corpse; leveraging his right foot, he pushed off the ground fiercely, shrouded in rolling black mist, flying backward out of the Eight Trigrams Array.

Upon landing, the black mist around him dispersed, the Grass Spirit Paperman igniting mid-air, turning to flying ash.

The surrounding Yin Sha Qi also dissipated, the faint moonlight revealing the street view clearly.

The Netherworld Stage Formation was finally broken!

Before the crowd could cheer, Li Yan stumbled as he landed, nearly falling.

Dong Cunshan's expression changed, quickly stepping forward to support him.

"I'm fine!"

Li Yan said in a deep voice, "Hurry, go from the underground passage behind the government office to Wenmiao Street, enter the Royal River Waterway, and escape by holding your breath."

Saying this, he took out a map from his bosom and handed it over.

"Go!"

At Dong Cunshan's command, everyone rushed into the government office's dark alley.

Just as they left, those evil mages also rushed here with garrison soldiers.

Chaotic footsteps shook the ground.

Thud!

Granny Nie's body fell heavily to the ground.

Her head rolled into a pile of snow...

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