The Blade-Wielding Legend

Chapter 1442 742: The Demon Meets Its End

Good heavens, so it's here!

Li Yan didn't know that the "Peach Wood" he saw in the Nine Gates Yin Ruins and the "Taodu Mountain Wood" discovered by Wang Daoxuan were actually the same spirit wood.

He was also unaware of what method Zhao Qingxu used to conceal it.

But since it has been discovered, he must not let the opponent escape!

Li Yan suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a murderous intent. Without a word, he drew a flintlock from his waist and pulled the trigger toward a wooden frame in the distance.

"What are you doing?!"

Tao Fengchun saw this and immediately his eyes turned red with anger.

Boom!

Before he could stop it, a gunshot rang out fiercely.

At the same time, the spirit wood with a cloudy dragon pattern on the buckle on the wooden shelf vibrated, unleashing a massive amount of black mist.

The lead bullet came whistling in, carrying immense force.

Originally, given the power of this new firearm, the entire wooden frame would have shattered, not to mention that "Peach Wood."

However, as the lead bullet plunged into the black mist, it was like a hot iron plunged into a cold pond, or boiling oil splashed with water, making a sizzling explosive sound.

The spirit wood remained unharmed, but the surrounding black mist suddenly exploded.

The hidden filthy, evil energy within could no longer be concealed.

This was the flaw of the "North Emperor's Divine Control Technique." It allows one to discover hidden Ghost Gods, but also alerts the opponent. Hence, Li Yan acted without hesitation.

By now, everyone knew there was a problem.

The craftsmen around were so frightened that they kept retreating, distancing themselves from the wooden frame.

Grandmaster Huo Yin also said in a deep voice, "Spread out!"

"Surround this place, don't let the demon escape!"

As he spoke, he disappeared from his spot, with the sound of his clothes tearing through the air, suddenly appearing ten meters above the wooden frame, shouting like thunder, and delivering a fierce punch downward.

As one of the top two martial artists among the Ten Grandmasters, Huo Yin was at the pinnacle of martial arts in Divine State, a fact that needed no further elaboration.

A heavy pressure appeared abruptly, as if a mountain was pressing down from above.

The martial arts Fist Intent combined with Astral Force would directly extinguish ordinary spells. Even the black mist emitted by the spirit wood suddenly shrank into a ball.

Seeing this, Li Yan immediately took out the Hook Paper from his pocket.

This time, they were well-prepared, with various restrictions in the Academy and Grandmaster Huo Yin acting. All he needed was to summon the yin soldiers.

However, they still underestimated Zhao Qingxu's strength.

"Roar——!"

An inhuman, beast-like howl filled with endless resentment and rage rang out.

It did not come from their ears but exploded directly in everyone's hearts.

The black mist that spewed from the Peach Wood immediately thickened and solidified, then completely separated from the spirit wood, rising into the air as if challenging Huo Yin directly.

"Hmph!"

Huo Yin snorted, operating Astral Force without restraint.

Boom!

The black mist was shattered, releasing a pungent stench of decay explosively.

Four thick black shadows darted out like phantoms, ignoring physical barriers and instantly possessing the bodies of the four closest young craftsmen!

"Gasp gasp gasp..."

"Ugh ah!"

The four craftsmen's bodies convulsed violently as if electrocuted, their eyes turned white, their pupils disappeared, replaced by a chaotic darkness.

Crack! Crack!

They twisted their necks unnaturally, with joints contorting and sprang out suddenly.

Swish swish swish~ Like puppets controlled by invisible threads, the four men violently smashed through window lattices or leaped over the crafting platform, dashing in four completely different directions.

The lingering shadows brought gusts of Yin Wind.

"Trying to escape?!"

Grandmaster Huo Yin had just landed when he gently tapped the tip of his foot, leaving a lingering shadow in place, instantly appearing in front of a possessed craftsman about to smash through the northern wall.

His palm, like a fan, employed no superfluous moves, with five fingers like hooks, carrying an unstoppable Astral Force, he grabbed at the acupoint of their shoulder.

With this grab, the tendons and bones of a tiger or leopard could be locked and broken.

Yet, it appeared effortless, directly pinning them to the ground.

Meanwhile, several experts from the Divine Fist Association, who were already in ambush outside the door, sprang up in unison.

Two among them flew like wild geese, targeting the craftsman escaping to the west. One used the "Fuhu Hand" to strike the Central Palace, while another employed the "Eagle Claw" to seize the ankle, their cooperation precise.

Another shouted lowly, his blood and energy surging as his arms' muscles knotted, he leap-frogged like an old ape climbing branches, forcibly pulling down the craftsman escaping through the air.

Everything happened quickly.

The experts accompanying Huo Yin cooperated seamlessly. If they were ordinary people, they would be caught easily, but they faced the Demon God's Demonic Energy.

From ancient times to the present, undying, only capable of being suppressed in the Netherworld.

"Hmm?"

Huo Yin frowned slightly, looking at the craftsman he had pinned down.

His fist gang was robust and Pure Yang, unbearable for most demons, ghosts, and monsters. Once forced out, he could obliterate it with one punch.

However, the craftsman below only roared like a beast, his eyes black one moment, bloodshot the next.

At the same time, a malicious spite was continually assaulting his Divine Soul.

Huo Yin had no fear, but the others couldn't withstand it.

"Pfft!"

A Divine Fist Association expert spat blood, retreating continuously.

Another, however, was skilled in spells, a member of the Magic Sect, endured the noise and dizziness in his mind, and suddenly grabbed a handful of incense ash from a pouch at his waist, chanting a spell and slapping it down directly.

"Demon, die!"

He roared furiously, Palm Force wrapped in incense exploded over the craftsman's head.

The unfortunate craftsman's head was also shattered.

In the urgency, this person was ruthless.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, black mist surged again from the craftsman's body, enveloping the incense ash, and all of it rushed into his nostrils.

The Divine Fist Association expert trembled all over, his eyes quickly turning black.