The entire earth was shaking violently at this moment, and dark mountain peaks rose straight into the sky. At the critical moment, they stood in front of Ye Chen and took Qian Lun's killing sword.
"Heavy Prison Peak?"
Qianlun's eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice also fluctuated slightly.
The dark mountain peaks in front of you stand like steel, exuding a solemn and steady aura, so how can he be unfamiliar with it.
This treasure accompanied Shi Zhantian in countless battles back then. It can be said to be one of the talismanic treasures of the Four Elephant Gods, and it also caused him to suffer a lot.
On weekdays, Heavy Prison Peak is only the size of a palm when it has not shown its power. Once you reveal its majestic power and activate the fighting stance, it will turn into a hundred-foot mountain. It can destroy the heaven and earth when attacking, and it can be impregnable when defending.
However, Heavy Prison Peak is too special, and its activation methods and conditions are also extremely harsh. Back then, only Shi Zhantian, the Four-Elephant God Lord, could activate it into its full combat form. However, he never thought that after Shi Zhantian died,
We can once again see the Prison Peak transformed into this posture.
His eyes were focused and he looked forward, only to see a thin and hunched figure standing at the top of Heavy Prison Peak with his hands behind his back. He looked like he was frail, but he gave people a sense of stability that could support the world.
"Crazy Confucian?"
Qianlun's expression changed, "I can't believe that in the past eight hundred years, your strength has reached such a level that you can actually push the Prison Peak to the extreme!"
The person who suddenly used the Heavy Prison Peak to rescue Ye Chen was none other than Shi Mo. He looked at Qianlun with a faint smile on his face.
"This is what my eldest brother left behind back then. Now it's really appropriate for me to urge you to fight against you. It can be regarded as taking over my eldest brother's legacy!"
When Qianlun heard this, a meaningful smile appeared on his face, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Eight hundred years have passed, and your cultivation is indeed impressive to me, but even now, you are still far from the original Shi Zhantian!"
"Back then, you were as strong as Shi Zhantian and had all the magic weapons on your body, but you could only fight me to a draw. Now you only have the Heavy Prison Peak, do you want to stop me?"
There was not much emotion on Shi Mo's face, and there was a sharp light in his cloudy eyes.
"If it were before, I might not be able to stop you, but now, I'm pretty sure!"
"oh?"
A look of interest appeared on Qianlun's face, "Just you?"
"certainly!"
Shi Mo was overflowing with confidence. He raised his hand and the entire Prison Peak rioted at this moment. It flew directly off the ground and spun rapidly behind Shi Mo, turning into a cone-shaped black whirlwind.
"Um?"
When Qianlun saw this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he felt an extremely familiar feeling well up in his heart.
Just eight hundred years ago, the old opponent that even he had to take seriously used similar tricks to fight him.
"This is..." His expression showed seriousness for the first time.
"Zhentian Black Prison?"
The Sky-Suppressing Black Prison was Shi Zhantian's ultimate killing move back then.
Shi Zhantian also relied on this move to counterattack violently when he was about to die, severely injuring him and forcing him to recuperate for eight hundred years before he emerged again.
Even after eight hundred years, he still remembered this move freshly, except that it was Shi Mo who used it today, not Shi Zhantian.
"Thank you for remembering this trick!"
The gleam in Shi Mo's eyes became even brighter.
"My eldest brother used this move to hit you hard back then. Today I will use this move to hit you back again!"
"I have been hiding for eight hundred years just for today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all his true power spurted out like a tide, and then like rivers converging, they all merged into the black whirlwind behind him and merged into one.
The rotation speed of the black whirlwind suddenly accelerated, and it seemed that even the heaven and the earth were connected together. The violent airflow filled the surrounding area of Sixiang Mountain, involving countless vegetation and gravel.
Leap away and keep distance from it, for fear of being affected.
"Asshole!"
For the first time, Qianlun showed an extremely fearful look, and couldn't help but curse angrily. He could feel that the world where he and Shi Mo were at this moment had been completely blocked by the power aura of Heavy Prison Peak.
It was like an invisible prison, trapping the two of them inside, from which no one could escape.
"Qianlun, take this move!"
Shi Mo poured all his true power into the Heavy Prison Peak. At this moment, he became extremely weak, and his lips and face turned a sickly white color. However, he did not hesitate at all and continued to use his true power crazily until the Heavy Prison Peak was speeding up.
Rotate until a red outline appears on the surface and then stop.
The black and red whirlwind also stopped abruptly at this time, revealing the huge and solemn true appearance of Heavy Prison Peak. Shi Mo also turned his palm over at this time, and then pressed it down suddenly, and a loud roar echoed.
All around.
"Suppress the Black Prison!"
As he shouted, the huge Heavy Prison Peak rose again, and then moved laterally, crashing down towards the direction of Qianlun with the momentum of Mount Buzhou falling.
The faces of the people watching around were all shocked, and the shock in their hearts was hard to describe in words. In their eyes, the only thing they could see was the brazen posture of Heavy Prison Peak that wanted to crush everything and crush everything.
"boom!"
A huge black mountain peak of 100 feet smashed down horizontally. This scene seemed to only exist in the myths and stories of ancient times, but at this moment, in their eyes, it was truly reappearing again.
Qianlun's face became extremely ugly. Everywhere in the space he was in at this moment was within the attack range of Heavy Prison Peak. He could not dodge at all and could only resist forcefully.
This is the horror of the Sky-Suppressing Black Prison, which leaves you with no choice but to face its overwhelming power.
"Sun Devouring Fortune Palm!"
Facing the huge mountain falling down, Qianlun's palms were clenched, and a light yellow air flow spread out from the palms. This air flow was like the power of creation that conquered the world, exuding the cycle of life and death, which was extremely mysterious.
The yellow air flow wrapped around his palm, and he pushed out with a palm at this time. The violent real power spurted out along his palm. The light yellow palm prints turned into two hundred-foot-long hands. Then he put his hands together, trying to control the Prison Peak.
Between the palms.
"Boom!"
The two met violently in the sky. At the moment of contact, hundreds of feet of space around them collapsed, and countless space cracks appeared. The ground instantly sunk hundreds of meters, revealing a bottomless abyss, and the sky also collapsed due to the intense intensity.
The forces collided, and a huge crack appeared, split into two parts.
"Hoo ho!"
The two were locked in a stalemate in the air, but everyone could notice that Qian Lun and Shi Mo had both used their true abilities at this moment, and their expressions were extremely composed.
Shi Mo devoted all his energy to controlling the Heavy Prison Peak, and there was not much real power left in his body. He originally thought that Ye Chen's shocking sword had injured Qianlun before, but now he used the Sky-Suppressing Black Prison
Qianlun could be severely injured directly, but now it seems that he still misjudged Qianlun's strength.
After eight hundred years, Qianlun's injuries have not only been fully recovered, but his strength has also surpassed that of eight hundred years ago. At this moment, Zhentian Black Prison can no longer pose a fatal threat to him like it did eight hundred years ago.
"Crazy Confucian, what a pity!"
Qianlun took over Zhentian Black Prison and couldn't help but sneered.
"If it were Shi Zhantian who used Suppressing the Black Prison, I might still be afraid of it, but with you, it's still far behind!"
As he spoke, he raised his palm slightly, and the heavy prison peak that covered the sky and the sun was lifted up by him inch by inch. It was obvious that Shi Mo could no longer resist it.
"Oops!"
Shi Mo felt an undercurrent in his heart and felt the gradually weakening aura, and he couldn't help but have a free and easy smile on his face.
"Brother, it seems that today, I must sacrifice my life for you and follow in your footsteps!"
After he finished speaking, he was ready to bite the tip of his tongue and use his blood and essence to activate the Prison Peak in a desperate fight.
But at this moment, a palm fell silently on his shoulder. His true strength, which was about to burn, was suppressed by an extremely powerful and surging force, and he instantly calmed down.
"Um?"
He turned around in shock, only to see Ye Chen, who had fallen into a coma, standing behind him at some point.
Ye Chen at this moment was no different from before, he was still shirtless, but for some reason, when Shi Mo stared at Ye Chen, a sense of fear suddenly rose in his heart.
That was the lower-ranking person's heartfelt sincere admiration for the higher-ranking person! Ye Chen's eyes were deep and he smiled faintly at Shi Mo.
"You don't need to burn your essence and blood!"
"I am enough to deal with him!"
In Ye Chen's palm, a faint blue air flow circulates endlessly. Just like in the past, a familiar force finally wakes up again!