Dragon and Tiger Taoist

The gray wasteland, tongue-pulling prison, and Mingming Mountain.

A green willow tree is growing to its fullest, and its branches are hanging down, covering a thousand miles in radius, forming a space of its own.

Standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the purple color 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 strange 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 had polished her character well and almost put this idea into practice. Thinking about it made her feel frightened.

Hearing this and looking at the purple mist getting closer and closer, Heishan rarely hesitated.

It is not that it is reluctant to part with the various interests that Longhu Mountain occupies in Yinmingtian. 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 Yinmingtian, Deciding to cut off the yin and yang road has become an inevitable choice.

Once this is done, Wu Mian, whose transformation was originally not smooth, will no longer have any vitality, and his transformation will inevitably fail.

"This purple mist is weird. I can't destroy it, but just blocking it may 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.

Using his magical power, Heishan left the Tongue Pulling Prison in an instant. He 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, he took a deep breath and his abdomen bulged. The wind and clouds in all directions moved because of this, and Heishan suddenly let out a tiger roar.

Roar, like a king coming, displaying his unparalleled majesty. With the roar of a tiger from Black Mountain, the terrifying power of the soul bursts out, and the sound wave turns 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 had encountered an invisible high wall. Then the continuous purple mist exploded, and the ghosts inside also let out shrill screams. Shattered to pieces and died, Ziwu was on the verge of defeat for a while.

The low-grade Dao type·Danghun, combined with Heishan's already powerful soul and intimidating power, is truly extraordinary. Ordinary ghosts cannot withstand Heishan's roar.

But in the next moment, purple mist surged in, 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. After refining the Nether Body Tao Seed, it was really at home in the Yinming Heaven, and its sensitivity was 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 has some intelligence, but not much. It's more like an instinct."

Keep retreating, although the danger is close at hand, Montenegro is calm.

"If that's the case, then this magical power should also be useful."

Stopping his retreat, Heishan once again activated his magical power. For a moment, all the power of the two middle-grade Taoist weapons, the Prison Suppressing Body and the Netherworld Body, were attracted by it, including the exotic treasure soul prisoner 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 color, and the back was engraved with the shapes of hundreds of ghosts. They all looked painful, as if they were being tortured. , the word "Prison" is engraved on the front, as red as blood, with an inviolable majesty, which is intimidating.

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 Prisoner Chain.

Boom, the sky monument fell from the sky, slamming into the sweeping purple mist with unrivaled momentum.

Boom, a violent collision occurred. The Prison Suppression Monument hit the textureless purple mist as if it had hit the earth. His body suddenly stagnated. However, as its powerful power burst out, the originally roaring purple mist suddenly calmed down. , sinking continuously.

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 essence of the Prison-Suppressing Dao. Finally, he created this magical power, which can overcome all kinds of Ghostly things.

The power of all kinds of ghosts under the Prison Suppressing Sky Monument will be suppressed. The most important thing is that it is blessed by the power of the Nether Body. The Prison Suppressing Sky 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 in his mind, Heishan further triggered the 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 in it 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.

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 capturing a weakness that the purple mist was not a weakness, Black Mountain wanted 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, Heishan's heart suddenly palpitated.