Purple Mist Dao Master-Chapter 953 - 659: In the Spotlight!
Ruins Sea.
Nine Layers Land Ruins. ๐๐ป๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐๐๐ธ๐ซ๐๐ก.๐ฌ๐ธ๐
Over 350,000 high-ranking divine generals' desperate battle turned into chaos; the entirety of Nine Layers Land had long been obliterated, and even the grand path was about to be destroyed in the slaughter of hundreds of thousands of high-ranking divine generals.
Unimaginable!
Super chaos!
Rivers of blood! Countless deaths and injuries!
The most eye-catching among them would be the Mang Mountain Ghostโ
A gale howling!
An electric flash with thunderclap!
Facing the direction of the Mang Mountain Underworld, the Mang Mountain Ghost took a deep breath. Boom! Within him, the True Qi surged like a torrential river, simultaneously activating the surrounding Yin Prison Qi.
Yin Prison Qi, like black smoke, seeped into his True Qi through the meridians, making it heavy and dark.
"Hah!"
The Mang Mountain Ghost raised both hands high, chanting words.
Sizzle sizzle!
Activating the power of the thunder in the sky.
Crack!
The thunder wound down like a silver snake and was absorbed into the Mang Mountain Ghost's body.
The power of thunder, Yin Prison Qi, and True Qi merged within his palms, forming a True Qi Field that shimmered with a violet glow. Inside the True Qi Field, electric flashes flickered, the Yin Prison Qi churned, as if a miniature world was being born.
The Returning Ruins Chaos around the True Qi Field was distorted due to the extreme activation of the True Qi Field, emitting crackling noises.
"Whizz!"
Swift!
The Mang Mountain Ghost's figure vanished like a specter, reappearing above numerous high-ranking divine generals.
He was merciless!
He was heartless!
His single palm descended fiercely like Taishan pressingโ
Boom!
Like a sky collapse!
The Mang Mountain Ghost activated the True Qi Field, transforming instantly into sturdy paths of violet lightning, shooting towards all the surrounding high-ranking divine generals with a momentum of destroying everything.
Crackle crackle!
The Yinyu Cold Thunder Power carried by the lightning instantly penetrated the defenses of all the surrounding high-ranking divine generals, exploding over their heads.
Rumble rumble!
Bam bam bam!
The powerful impact lifted the bodies of the surrounding high-ranking divine generals like monstrous waves, the extreme cold quickly freezing the bodies of one high-ranking divine general after another, shattering them completely!
Woo woo woo!
Yin Prison Power clung like demon tendrils, eroding countless high-ranking divine generals, plunging them into endless agony.
Empty!
Despair!
"Ahhhhhhh!"
The tortured cries of high-ranking divine generals rang out before death, echoing endlessly in the Returning Ruins.
"Rest in peace!"
The Mang Mountain Ghost clasped his palms togetherโ
Boom!
The entire body's True Qi surged like volcanic eruption.
The Yin Prison Cold Thunder Power in his palms fused into a massive 'Quanzhen Thunder Electric Field', its surface surrounded by black flames and violet electric gleams, as if it were hell's fury.
"Go!"
The Mang Mountain Ghost extended his palms forward, and the 'Quanzhen Thunder Electric Field' charged with mountain-shattering momentum towards all the surrounding high-ranking divine generals.
The moment the 'Quanzhen Thunder Electric Field' contacted each high-ranking divine generalโ
Boom!
Boom boom boom!
Instant explosion!
Releasing a massive True Qi Field.
Crash crash crash!
Yin Prison Power in the True Qi Field formed countless shackles, tightly holding all the surrounding high-ranking divine generals, making escape impossible.
The power of thunder kept striking the surrounding high-ranking divine generals, black flames burning their consciousness, subjecting them to eternal torture.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Countless high-ranking divine generals twisted and shattered in this terrifying force, finally dissipating into nothingness.
Die die die die!
The Mang Mountain Ghost showed divine might, slaughtering without signs of decline!
Yan Chuan remained the constant focus: "This is! The 'Yinyu Cold Thunder Palm'!"
His clear voice spread across the Nine Layers Land Ruins, continuing the martial arts lecture: "'Yinyu Cold Thunder Palm' combines the cruel power of Yin Prison, extreme cold, and the violence of thunder. The Mang Mountain Ghost bravely and resolutely approached the edge of the Mang Mountain Underworld to feel the endless pain and torture, thereby comprehending the essence of Yin Prison Power."
Yan Chuan gazed at the Mang Mountain Ghost, continuously admiring: "The Mang Mountain Ghost, through special cultivation methods, introduced this Yin Prison Power into his body, further utilizing his acute sensing ability to activate the power of thunder in the sky, integrating it into this forming formidable force."
Rumble rumble!
Three forces collided and clashed, forming an energy core with terrifying power and destructiveness in the palm. When the palm power strikes, it resounds like cold thunder, Yin Prison Power ravaging, bringing double destruction to the body and mind of any high-ranking divine general.
Voom voom voom!
The sky darkened!
Feng Yun arose abruptly!
Look at the Mang Mountain Ghost!
The space around him was shrouded in darkness, the violet True Qi Field shining with enigmatic light, as if it were the gateway to the Yin Prison.
Cold Thunder toppling!
The lightning seemed to illuminate the entire Returning Ruins Battlefield!
Surrounding high-ranking divine generals were frozen mid-air, then heavily fell to the ground, seeming to even create large pits in the Returning Ruins Chaos, chaos splattering, meteors shattering, dust flying.
Prison Thunder capturing all surrounding high-ranking divine generals, black flames and violet electric gleams intertwining, presenting a horrid sightโ
Crackle crackle crackle!
"Ahhhhhhh!" High-ranking divine generals struggled in agony but couldn't break free, until they evaporated into ash, everything around plunged into despair and destruction!
The Mang Mountain Ghost!
No signs of decline!
...
Wailing wailing wailing!
Look again at the Mang Mountain Ghost!
He slowly closed his eyes, entering an ethereal state.
Crash crash crash!
True Qi flowed gently within him like a warm stream moving through a cold winter night.
"This is to communicate with Mang Mountain using the power of the mind!"
Yan Chuan spoke straightforwardly.
As expected!
Instantly, the endless icy cold aura infiltrated from afar, interweaving with the Mang Mountain Ghost's surging True Qi.
This Netherworld Cold Qi flowed along the meridians, gradually cooling the True Qi's temperature, rendering it cold and heavy.
At the same time, the Mang Mountain Ghost uttered chants, summoning the wandering Yin Souls around. Yin Souls, like black smoke, adhered to his palms. Enclosed in Netherworld Cold Qi, they quietly lay dormant, awaiting the moment of release.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The Mang Mountain Ghost instantly activated, appearing like an apparition in front of too many high-ranking divine generals.
His aura merciless, as if originating from the Nine Nether Abyss.
Upon nearing each high-ranking divine general, the Mang Mountain Ghost pushed out his single palmโ
Boom!
Endless Netherworld Cold Qi surged forth like a rushing cold tide.
The surrounding high-ranking divine generals instantly froze, turning into ice sculptures, no longer able to move.
Simultaneously, the hibernating Yin Souls within his palm transformed into black shadows, swiftly drilling into the bodies of all surrounding high-ranking divine generals.
Each high-ranking divine general's eyes instantly turned hollow, vitality rapidly fading, the entire being ravenously devoured by the Yin Souls.
Trembling!
Despair!
Shouting!
All useless!
All incapable of stopping the fate of being devoured from body to soul.
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