Purple Mist Dao Master-Chapter 945 - 651: Beyond Redemption!
Ruins Sea.
Nine Layers Land Ruins.
As time passed and news spread, more and more high rank Divine Generals gathered here, already exceeding three hundred thousand in number.
Cramped in one place, they fought incessantly.
Blood flowed like rivers, and murderous intent boiled!
This place had become a veritable slaughterhouse, with high rank Divine Generals falling every moment. These respected figures, who would be major powers in places like Hunxi Royal City or Danhu Royal City, were reduced to mere cannon fodder in the Nine Layers Land.
Up to today, it's been the fourth day of chaos in the Nine Layers Land. The gathering of high rank Divine Generals has surpassed three hundred thousand, and more than two hundred thousand have died, with over fifty thousand high rank Divine Generals dying every day, equivalent to one falling every second.
Terrifying!
Horrifying!
However, for the super Divine Generals at the top, this was nothing; they only took lives but wouldn't be killed themselves.
For example, Mang Mountain Ghost Old Man—
As the True Qi surged, a powerful suction force emanated from him, gradually attracting the dark forces of the Nine Netherworld, forming a dark vortex around the Mang Mountain Ghost Old Man.
Evil erosion!
The Mang Mountain Ghost Old Man stood up, his hands dancing, integrating the Power of Nine Nether into the force of his palms. Then, bang bang bang, his hands struck out rapidly, the Power of Nine Nether spreading like black flames towards the surrounding high rank Divine Generals.
This power had a strong corrosive nature, quickly eroding the True Qi Shields of the high rank Divine Generals, directly attacking their bodies and souls, causing unbearable pain.
"Ahhhhh!"
Agonized wails resonated continuously, adding a more chilling, terrifying atmosphere to the Nine Layers Land.
Nine Nether Annihilation!
Mang Mountain Ghost Old Man sprang into the air, spinning several times—
"Ha!"
A sudden bursting shout, he thrust his hands down with full force.
Boom boom boom!
Creak creak creak!
In that instant, the Power of Nine Nether converged into a massive black pillar of light, striking directly into the void. The terrifying power even caused the space to collapse, drawing the surrounding high rank Divine Generals into the dark abyss of the Nine Netherworld, never to be seen again.
Killing!
So easy!
Yan Chuan's eyes sharpened: "This is the 'Nine Nether Palm'!"
He marveled continuously, still commenting: "'Nine Nether Palm' absorbs the deep, evil, and boundless power of the Nine Netherworld. Mang Mountain Ghost Old Man uses his pure True Qi as a bridge, diving into the abyss of Mang Mountain Nine Netherworld, achieving resonance with that extremely evil force. When the palm technique is executed, the Power of Nine Nether erupts from the palm like a volcanic eruption, capable of destroying the bodies of high rank Divine Generals and polluting their souls, trapping them in an abyss of eternal punishment."
Watching the Mang Mountain Ghost Old Man, as the 'Nine Nether Palm' was executed, the surrounding space was shrouded in darkness, with only the eerie glow of the Power of Nine Nether.
Roar roar roar!
Terrifying roars erupted from the dark vortex, as if the demons of the Nine Netherworld were about to descend.
Evil erosion!
The bodies of high rank Divine Generals from all directions rapidly decayed, their souls engulfed in darkness—
"Ahhhhh!"
Screams of despair one after another.
The whole battlefield fell into chaos, with shattered space and vanished light, leaving only a dead silence of darkness.
Mang Mountain Ghost Old Man!
Infinite mana!
After the 'Nine Nether Palm', next was—
"The 'Yin Prison Palm'!"
Yan Chuan stepped on 'Impermanence', flying forward to observe closely. He watched as Mang Mountain Ghost Old Man raised his hands high, True Qi surging wildly within, erupting from his palms, seemingly forming a gigantic dark door in the air. From inside the door came endless cries of pain and curses, the terrifying aura of the Yin Prison instantly pervading the entire battlefield.
Prison fire burning!
Mang Mountain Ghost Old Man rapidly waved his hands, condensing the Yin Prison Power into clusters of black flames.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Splash splash splash!
These flames flew like meteors towards the high rank Divine Generals everywhere, and upon contact, they spread quickly, burning their bodies and True Qi, leaving the high rank Divine Generals struggling in agony.
"Ahhhhh!"
Screams, roars, and panic abounded.
Once tainted, forever doomed!
"Mimi mama boom!"
Mang Mountain Ghost Old Man pressed his palms together, chanting, then slowly separating them. The Yin Prison Power formed a huge handprint between his palms, flashing with countless faces in pain and souls wailing. Mang Mountain Ghost Old Man pushed the handprint towards the high rank Divine Generals in all directions. Upon impact, regardless of how high rank a Divine General, they would be drawn into the endless torment of the Yin Prison, never to reincarnate.
"Amazing!"
"Amazing!!"
"Amazing!!!"
Yan Chuan marveled, perceiving the principle of the 'Yin Prison Palm': "Simulating the harsh, tormenting, and endlessly punishing environment of the Yin Prison, Mang Mountain Ghost Old Man converts his True Qi into a power capable of creating the atmosphere of a Yin Prison. When the palm technique is executed, the Yin Prison Power spreads like a plague, bringing both physical and mental torment to the victim, allowing them to experience the terror and despair of the Yin Prison."
The descent of Yin Prison!
Watching Mang Mountain Ghost Old Man—
As the 'Yin Prison Palm' unfolded, the sky turned pitch-black like ink, thunder rumbling, as if the end of the world was approaching.
Rumble rumble rumble!
The rumbling never ceased.
When the door of darkness from the descent of Yin Prison opened, a powerful suction dragged the high rank Divine Generals inward, each filled with fear and despair.
Prison fire burning!
See the bodies of the high rank Divine Generals enveloped in black flames, emitting piercing screams, the air filled with the scent of burning.
Huff!
Fragrant!
Delicious aroma!
This is the scent of high rank Divine Generals, so delectable, unstoppable!
Yet Mang Mountain Ghost Old Man wasn't distracted by the aroma, he struck the handprint, hitting the surrounding high rank Divine Generals, after which their bodies vanished instantly, leaving only a wisp of black smoke, their souls eternally imprisoned in the Yin Prison.
Forever doomed!
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"The 'Ghost Axe Divine Skill' of 'Ghost Palm'!"
Mang Mountain Ghost Old Man still kept on killing, showcasing—
He closed his eyes, concentrating, establishing a connection with the surrounding ghostly realm. Moments later, a mysterious power surged into his body, with Ghost Power attaching to his palms.
Ghostly possession!
At that moment, the palms exuded a faint green glow, with the Ghost Power ready.
Ghostly shadows!
The form of Mang Mountain Ghost Old Man moved like a phantom, his palms swinging with extremely eerie trajectories.
Boom boom boom!
Each strike carried the power to shake the heavens.
With each palm strike, the Ghost Power formed illusory hand shadows, flickering, disappearing, and reappearing in the air, leaving the surrounding high rank Divine Generals unable to discern the true direction of the attacks.
Unknowingly, they were hit and died.
Mang Mountain Ghost Old Man pressed both palms together—
"Ha!"
Then suddenly split them apart.
With a loud boom, the Ghost Power formed a huge vortex in his palms.
As the high rank Divine Generals from all directions were confused by the illusory attacks of the 'Ghost Palm', Mang Mountain Ghost Old Man seized the opportunity to push the vortex towards them. The moment the vortex touched the high rank Divine Generals, the powerful suction drew out their souls, consuming them into the Ghost Power.
Hand technique!
So eerie!
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