A green willow tree is growing to its fullest, and its branches are hanging down, covering a thousand miles around, forming a space of its own.
Standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the wisp of purple sweeping from the skyline, Heishan and Wusheng were silent. After all, things went in the direction they least wanted to see. The river of death could not stop the weird purple mist.
, and at this moment the Ghost Willow Demon appeared.
"Sir, the purple mist has crossed the River of Death and will arrive here soon. Please make an early decision whether to leave or stay."
Walking in front of Heishan, there was a touch of anxiety in Cuiliu's words.
She has gained a lot of benefits from following Heishan over the years. Her cultivation has been rising and rising, and she has now reached the realm of the Demon King. However, she can still feel the aura coming from the wave of purple mist from a distance, and her heart still can't bear it.
Live in trembling.
The purple mist is very strange, with a power that confuses the soul. Just now it just looked at it from a distance and came up with the terrible idea of integrating with the purple mist. If it hadn't been special and learned the Huangting Sutra from Heishan,
She has polished her character so well that she almost put this idea into practice. Just thinking about it makes her feel full of energy.
Hearing this and looking at the purple mist getting closer and closer, Heishan was a little hesitant.
It is not that it is reluctant to part with the various interests that Longhu Mountain occupies in Yin Mingtian. For it, it can just let go of these things. It is no big deal. The key problem is that it clearly knows that once it makes the decision to evacuate Yin Mingtian,
Deciding to cut off the road of Yin and Yang has become an inevitable choice.
Once this is done, Wu Mian, whose transformation was originally not smooth, will no longer have any vitality, and its transformation will inevitably fail.
"This purple mist is weird. I can't destroy it, but just blocking it might not work."
The fighting spirit burned in his heart and he was unwilling to retreat. A powerful aura burst out from Heishan's body. He didn't care about the others, but Wumian was different, because Wumian was Zhang Chunyi's clone.
With the operation of his magical powers, Heishan instantly left the Tongue-pulling Prison, wandered through the earth's veins, and took the initiative to approach the sweeping wave of purple mist.
"Danghunyin!"
Facing the sweeping wave of purple mist, I took a deep breath, my abdomen bulged, the wind and clouds in all directions moved, and the Black Mountain suddenly let out a tiger roar.
Roar, like the arrival of a king, displaying his unparalleled majesty. As a tiger roared from the Black Mountain, the terrifying power of the soul burst out, and the sound wave turned into substance, sweeping towards the purple mist like a real wave.
The two collided, and the sweeping force of the purple mist suddenly stagnated, as if it encountered an invisible high wall. Then the continuous purple mist exploded, and the ghosts inside also let out shrill screams.
Shattered to death, Ziwu was on the verge of collapse.
The low-grade Taoist seed, Danghun, coupled with Heishan's already powerful soul and intimidating power, is truly extraordinary. Ordinary ghosts simply cannot withstand Heishan's roar.
But in the next moment, purple mist came in again, filling the gap just now, and became more and more surging, as if it was angered.
Seeing such a scene, Heishan was not surprised but happy.
"Although it's weird, it seems that my previous perception was not wrong. This purple mist is not just a dead thing. It has some kind of activity, just like a ghost."
With his mind turning, Heishan once again activated the soul-sounding magical power, and after refining the Nether Body Tao Seed, it was really at home in this Yinming Heaven, and its senses were extremely sharp.
However, this time the magical power of Danghunyin did not achieve obvious results. After the small-scale collapse, the purple mist rolled up, covering the sky, coercing the general trend, and trying to tear the Black Mountain into pieces.
Seeing such a scene, Heishan decisively retreated, but Ziwu had no intention of letting it go. Instead, he continued to burst out with powerful force that shattered the earth, forcing Heishan out of the earth's veins.
"Not only does it behave like a living creature, it even possesses some intelligence, but not much, more like an instinct."
Keep retreating, although the danger is close at hand, Montenegro is very calm.
"If that's the case, then this magical power should also be useful."
Stopping his retreat, Heishan once again activated his magical power, which suppressed the prison for a moment. All the power of the two middle-grade Tao species in the Nether Body was attracted by it, including the exotic treasure soul prison chain.
"The sky monument suppresses the prison, and all ghosts bow their heads."
Endless Yin Qi gathered, and a huge sky monument was condensed from scratch. It was three thousand feet high, completely black, with a faint purple meaning, and the back was engraved with the shapes of hundreds of ghosts. They all looked painful, as if they were suffering.
Torture, the word "Prison" is engraved on the front, as red as blood, with an inviolable majesty that makes people intimidated.
There are also gray and white chains wrapped around the body of the monument, which extend endlessly into the void, which is the manifestation of the power of the strange treasure Soul Prison Chain.
Buzz, the sky monument fell from the sky, slamming into the sweeping purple mist with unrivaled momentum.
In winter, a violent collision occurred. The Prison Suppression Monument hit the textureless purple mist as if it had hit the earth. The figure suddenly stagnated. However, as its powerful power burst out, the originally roaring purple mist suddenly calmed down.
Come down, keep sinking.
Seeing such a scene, Heishan breathed a sigh of relief.
Divine Power: Prison-Suppressing Sky Monument. After entering Yin Mingtian, his understanding of the true meaning of the Underworld Dao greatly increased, and he also truly understood the power and nature of the Prison-Suppressing Dao. Finally, he created this magical power, which can overcome all kinds of
Ghost.
The power of all kinds of ghosts under the Prison Suppressing Heavenly Monument will be suppressed. The most important thing is that with the power of the Nether Body Tao Seed, the Prison Suppressing Heavenly Monument is like a living creature, which can continuously gather the energy of the underworld. As time goes by,
As time goes by, its power will not diminish, but will become stronger and stronger until it reaches its limit.
"In Yin Ming Tian, the power of this magical power will reach its peak from the beginning. Coupled with the blessing of the power of the exotic treasure, even a ghost like a bull head cannot easily break free when suppressed by this magical power. Of course,
The flaw of this magical power is also obvious, that is, it takes a long time to activate and can be easily circumvented."
With thoughts turning in his mind, Heishan further triggered changes in the Prison Suppressing Sky Monument.
The inscription weeps blood, and the chain of souls dances. It continuously penetrates into the purple mist and binds the ghosts inside one after another. This purple mist is indeed weird. The crazy ghosts inside seem to be still alive, but in fact their aura has already changed with that of the ghosts.
It blends and becomes a part of it.
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And as each ghost was restrained by the soul chain, its power completely fell silent, and the purple mist suddenly sank a little deeper.
Seeing such a scene, Heishan's eyes suddenly lit up.
"These ghosts seem to be alive, but in fact they are no different from dead. If this is the case, then I will help you and help you die."
Vaguely catching a weakness that the purple mist is not a weakness, Black Mountain wants to mobilize the power of the humanoid species to forcibly transcend these ghosts.
But at this moment, an angry roar sounded in the black wasteland. Hearing this voice, Black Mountain's heart skipped a beat.