Purple Mist Dao Master-Chapter 946 - 652: Frozen Heaven and Earth!
Ruins Sea.
Nine Layers Land Ruins.
The chaotic battle continues.
The slaughter continues.
Mang Mountain Ghost shows supernatural might, Yan Chuan continually explains, countless high-ranking Divine Generals from all directions listen earnestly, people constantly perish, others gain enlightenment breakthroughs, and some soar into the sky while others are doomed forever—how chaotic it is!
At this moment!
At this place!
It's both a meat grinder, a hell, and a paradise.
"Ghost Palm!"
"Mang Mountain Ghost wields Ghost Power, blending it with True Qi, creating an illusory and elusive force. By maneuvering Ghost Power to shuttle between his palms, the hand technique becomes as unpredictable as a ghost, making it difficult to defend and anticipate."
See Mang Mountain Ghost—when he releases the Ghost Palm, the surrounding chaos turns eerie and cold, as if countless ghosts are whispering.
Oooooh!
Incessant chattering!
The double palms of Mang Mountain Ghost seem cloaked in a mysterious mist, emitting an eerie glow, causing high-ranking Divine Generals in all directions to see countless illusory handprints, with nowhere to hide. Each high-ranking Divine General becomes paralyzed, their eyes hollow, and their souls are mercilessly devoured by the Ghost Power, leaving them as empty shells without souls.
Dead to the core!
Yan Chuan continues explaining, Mang Mountain Ghost continually changes.
Every time Yan Chuan thoroughly elucidates a hand technique, analyzing it completely, Mang Mountain Ghost switches to a brand-new hand technique. Though all governed under the Ghost Axe Divine Skill, they are different, dazzling with fresh wonders at every moment.
"Good!"
"Good Ghost!"
Yan Chuan is overjoyed. He loves such Super Divine Generals who allow him to indulge in martial arts lectures, engaging in Mutual Teaching and Learning, reaping infinite feedback. For instance, Mang Mountain Ghost alone has already brought gains to Yan Chuan exceeding those of Taixuzi and Blind Iron combined, truly abundant.
Of course, Yan Chuan is happy.
Thus.
His martial arts lectures become more passionate and enjoyable.
"This is—"
"Cold Nether Palm!"
"Combining Cold Nether Energy to create an icy and devouring powerful force. Mang Mountain Ghost integrates Cold Nether Energy into the palm, allowing it to release extreme cold while freezing all actions of high-ranking Divine Generals, and also to devour their True Qi and life force to enhance his strength."
"Stronger the longer you fight!"
"This is an evil skill!"
Yan Chuan lectures.
Mang Mountain Ghost slaughters!
Cold Nether converges!
Mang Mountain Ghost moves with both palms raised, Cold Nether Energy gathering from all directions, forming a blue handprint in his palms, flickering with icy light, and continually accumulating Cold Nether Power.
Nether Cold Devours!
"Ha!"
Mang Mountain Ghost lets out a bursting shout, stepping forward, and thrusting out his palms—
Boom!
Rumble!
Cold Nether Power beams blue light towards high-ranking Divine Generals all around.
Sizzle!
Crack!
Upon contact with these high-ranking Divine Generals, Cold Nether Power rapidly spreads, enveloping each in a layer of frost.
At the same time, a powerful suction emanates from Mang Mountain Ghost's palms, beginning to devour the True Qi and life force of all the high-ranking Divine Generals around, many of whom gradually weaken.
And this accomplishes Mang Mountain Ghost's ultra-strong endurance.
Yet it's apparent that Mang Mountain Ghost, who has battled for a full day and night, whose True Qi seemed mostly depleted, easily recovers in an instant.
Mang Mountain Ghost!
Full resurrection!
"This is unwinnable!"
Yan Chuan smiles wryly.
He sees Mang Mountain Ghost at full True Qi, fighting with greater abandon, leaping into the air, rotating multiple times, his palms pounding downward.
Boom!
The thunderous sound reverberates throughout the Returning Ruins!
Cold Nether Power erupts from the palms, forming a blue ice True Qi field. High-ranking Divine Generals all around are swept into the field, instantly frozen by the extreme cold, their souls forever sealed in this frozen silence with no release.
Mang Mountain Ghost!
Truly terrifying!
With one strike, the surrounding temperature plummets, meteorites and all surrounding objects, even the powdery dust, are quickly covered in a thick layer of frost.
Cold Nether converges, chilling to the bones.
High-ranking Divine Generals all around are encased in frost, True Qi continually siphoning away, their faces pale as paper.
The entire Returning Ruins seems frozen, each high-ranking Divine General in Mang Mountain Ghost's icy-blue True Qi field becoming an eternal ice statue of despair, deathly silence.
Mang Mountain Ghost's True Qi completely restored, he fights even more uninhibited, without reservation.
Cold Ice Palm!
Freezing cold condenses!
Mang Mountain Ghost closes his eyes tightly, his breathing becoming slow and profound, each breath guiding the gentle flow of True Qi within his body.
In the midst of brewing!
An eruption is not frightening, brewing is terrifying!
See Mang Mountain Ghost, his True Qi accumulating and compressing at the Dantian, in his palm, True Qi merges with the external cold aura, forming a visible frosty vortex.
As True Qi continually spills and pours, the center of the vortex drops in temperature, frost gradually solidifies, making the entire space seemingly forged of iron-hard ice.
At this moment, Mang Mountain Ghost's palm seemingly grasps a piece of eternal ice from the polar region, chilling to the point of trembling.
"Hunting time!"
Mang Mountain Ghost suddenly opens his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them. He kicks off the ground, charging forward like a specter. As he approaches the high-ranking Divine Generals all around, he swings his single palm, the palm wind howling out.
Rumble!
This palm wind, carrying extreme cold, like a sharp ice blade, directly pierces the bodies of high-ranking Divine Generals.
When the palm wind contacts the Divine Generals' skin, the icy aura penetrates swiftly, instantly lowering their blood temperatures below the freezing point.
Frozen Qi-Blood!
The water in the bloodstream starts to freeze, the flow rate plummeting, like a river on the brink of freezing. The faces of high-ranking Divine Generals instantly turn pale as paper, and their bodily responses become extremely sluggish, as if bound by a thick layer of ice.
Frozen qi-blood, how could one survive?
Not just qi-blood!
But also the meridians!
Mang Mountain Ghost spreads his feet apart, standing steadily on the ground, hands clasped together.
"Hoo!"
He takes another deep breath, marshaling all the surging True Qi within.
Whoosh!
Rumble!
True Qi frantically surges through the meridians like tumultuous waves.
Then—
Whsh!
Simultaneously, he pushes out both palms, endless icy aura pouring out like a dragon into the sea, heading towards all the high-ranking Divine Generals.
This boundless icy aura possesses extremely strong penetration, easily passing through the skin and muscles of the high-ranking Divine Generals, directly invading their meridians.
Once inside the meridians, the icy aura spread quickly, freezing the True Qi within into ice pillars.
The passageways of True Qi within the meridians are blocked, making the True Qi of high-ranking Divine Generals chaotic or even completely stalled, preventing them from effectively mobilizing True Qi for defense or counterattacks.
From outside to inside.
From inside to outside.
Inside and out, the ice spreads!
Making each high-ranking Divine General seem frozen inside a giant ice sculpture, unable to move.
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