Purple Mist Dao Master-Chapter 948 - 654: That’s Right! And That’s Right Too! Everything’s Right!
Ruins Sea.
Nine Layers Land Ruins.
Mang Mountain Ghost slaughters all around.
A layer of black frost mist appears around him, sending chills down spines.
Frost erodes the skin!
The skin of each High Rank Divine General undergoes a terrifying change instantly, as black smoke gushes from their wounds—
"Ahhhhhh!"
Extremely terrifying!
Extremely painful!
The screams of High Rank Divine Generals reverberate through the air.
Under the icy erosion, the True Qi shields of those High Rank Divine Generals sizzle, akin to ice melting in fierce flames. Even the Seventh and Eighth rank Divine Generals find their bodies gradually weakening, and eventually their vitality fades away.
Fear.
Despair.
"Mang Mountain Ghost!"
"This is the Soul Seeking Evil Ghost!"
Everyone is terrified, continually fleeing.
Yet one after another, a massive number of High Rank Divine Generals continue to besiege.
"Come, come, come!"
"The more, the better!"
Mang Mountain Ghost mobilizes the True Qi within himself, rising from the Dantian and slowly flowing along the meridians. When the True Qi reaches his palms, a strong attraction emanates from them.
The moisture in the surrounding chaos is rapidly drawn in, forming a mass of white mist.
Oooooh!~
Sssss~
As the continuous output of True Qi proceeds, the temperature of the mist gradually drops, becoming bone-chillingly cold.
Mang Mountain Ghost keeps adjusting the strength and frequency of True Qi output, making the mist's density increase, eventually creating a thick cold mist region that envelops him.
Advance, attack!
Retreat, defend!
This is the Extreme Cold Domain, a forbidden zone of life!
Swish, swish, swish!
Shrouded by the cold mist, Mang Mountain Ghost's figure becomes blurred.
He quietly moves his steps, resembling an agile leopard, stealthily closing in on each High Rank Divine General. When the distance is close enough—
Boom!
Mang Mountain Ghost suddenly erupts with True Qi!
Bam, bam, bam!
His palms, like lightning, strike toward the High Rank Divine Generals.
Because their vision is severely obscured by the cold mist, and their perception greatly interfered by the Extreme Cold Domain, they struggle to detect Mang Mountain Ghost's movements and attack directions, often getting hit unprepared, ultimately meeting their demise.
Whoosh!
Mang Mountain Ghost's palms, carrying strong True Qi and a chilling aura, pierce through the cold mist, precisely hitting the vital points of the surrounding High Rank Divine Generals.
A successful strike!
None spared!
"Die, die, die, die!"
"Kill with abandon!"
Mang Mountain Ghost further infuses True Qi into the cold mist, creating a special psychological interference wave. As a crowd of High Rank Divine Generals gets engulfed in the cold mist, these interference waves act directly on their brains and nervous systems.
Even High Rank Divine Generals start experiencing hallucinations, seeing horrific scenes, hearing strange sounds.
As if the Ghost Domain descends!
Their judgment and focus seriously deteriorate, unable to accurately assess the surroundings and Mang Mountain Ghost's position. Meanwhile, the True Energy Wave within the cold mist affects the emotions of High Rank Divine Generals everywhere, plunging them into panic, anxiety, and chaos, eventually leading to their demise!
Yan Chuan stands outside the mist, observing within, receiving feedback: "This is the 'Cold Fog Palm'!" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
He lectures martial arts.
"Mutual Teaching and Learning"!
Mang Mountain Ghost actively gives him feedback, making him aware of the core principles of the hand techniques: "The core principle of 'Cold Fog Palm' lies in Mang Mountain Ghost's precise control of True Qi and the astute utilization of moisture in the environment."
Within the mist.
Mang Mountain Ghost listens to Yan Chuan's explanation, each time feeling like encountering a specter, including this time, no exception—
"Mang Mountain Ghost must first adjust his True Qi operation, creating a special frequency and wave."
"This wave can resonate with the moisture in the surrounding chaos, attracting and gathering it around the palms. Then, through the adjustment of the True Qi temperature and pressure changes, this moisture is transformed into cold mist."
"Mang Mountain Ghost can precisely control the mist's density, temperature, and flow direction, effectively obstructing the vision of High Rank Divine Generals in all directions, while allowing the Yin Cold True Qi in the mist to stealthily infiltrate their bodies."
"Additionally, Mang Mountain Ghost can use the flow and changes of the mist to conceal his figure and attack intentions, enabling unexpected attack effects."
...
Yan Chuan lectures martial arts ceaselessly.
This is right!
That is right!
Everything is right!
"How is it possible!"
Mang Mountain Ghost listens, increasingly shocked: "Everything he says is right! Could he be like the worm in my stomach?"
Or maybe—
"Does he also master my 'Ghost Axe Divine Skill'?"
Mang Mountain Ghost is utterly baffled!
...
He unleashes madness, slaughtering, the wind from his palms fierce, enveloping the entire battlefield in thick cold mist, sharply reducing visibility.
High Rank Divine Generals in all directions swing their weapons blindly in the cold mist, tense, terrified.
Whoosh!
Mang Mountain Ghost suddenly charges out from the cold mist, his palms unmatched, striking High Rank Divine Generals from all directions, catching them off guard, instant death!
Mind-boggling cold mist!
High Rank Divine Generals look dazed, muttering to themselves, completely losing the will and ability to fight, dying in confusion.
This is the 'Cold Fog Palm'!
The 'Cold Fog Palm' has been fully deciphered by Yan Chuan, Mang Mountain Ghost's face turns icy cold, his hand technique transforms again, this time—
'Frost Condensing Palm'!
Cold Power condenses!
"Hoo!"
"Hoo!"
"Hoo!"
Mang Mountain Ghost closes his eyes, exhales deeply several times, letting his Mental State reach complete tranquility.
Then mobilizes the True Qi within.
True Qi rises slowly from the depths of the Dantian—
Whoosh!
Rumble!
Like a galloping river.
True Qi flows along the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, filtering, compressing, becoming increasingly pure and dense.
Mang Mountain Ghost continuously compresses and re-compresses the True Qi, making its volume smaller, its density greater.
Finally, a blue Cold Force Field forms within the palm, only thumb-sized. The surface of this Cold Force Field flickers with icy light, while its internal True Qi fluctuations cause a sense of unease.
"Here it comes!"
Mang Mountain Ghost stands up, confronting the surrounding High Rank Divine Generals, he focuses all his power on his palms and fiercely thrusts forward.
Boom!
The roar is ceaseless!
The instant his palms thrust forward, the Cold Force Field in the palm loses balance, and instantly explodes. A powerful True Energy Wave centered on Mang Mountain Ghost spreads outward—
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
Like a miniature blizzard.
Cold winds rampage!
Sleet pours down!
Where the True Energy Wave reaches—
Crack, crack, crack!
Chaos is instantly frozen, forming patches of white ice crystals.
"Ahhhhhh!"
The surrounding High Rank Divine Generals hit by this powerful impact, their bodies fly backward like kites with broken strings, tracing arcs in the air, freezing into ice crystals, then crumbling to dust!
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