Wei Feng bit his lips and said: "The Forbidden of Sinking! This is the supreme restraint used by the third Netherworld Emperor to suppress the gods of the three realms, but the subordinates of the Southern Ghost Emperor actually used it to deal with a strong man in the Ghost King realm. .”
"This method is really despicable. How can it be worthy of the glorious reputation of this formation? Damn it! It's really abominable!"
The old man in brocade robes smiled bitterly. Of course he could see that the ban on sinking was not perfect, and its power was not as terrifying as the rumors. What's more, the young man in purple robes had killed thousands of strong ghost kings. How can we say that we are despicable when we deal with them?
"It's just such a pity for that amazingly talented young man!" The old man in brocade robes sighed, with a deep sense of regret in his heart.
Boom!
The river was still surging violently, causing more and more fluctuations. With the castle as the center, it continued to spread to the distance. Even the Wei family fleet far away felt this huge suction force.
The expression of the old man in brocade robes changed, and he hurriedly said: "No, I didn't expect the formation to cover such a large area. We need to leave here quickly!"
Unfortunately, it was already too late. The huge suction force made it impossible for the fleet to retreat at all. Instead, it was sucked bit by bit towards the center of the vortex...
Cheng Ling felt as if his body was clamped by an iron pincer, and he fell hard towards the depths of the Santu River. The water was rolling, and the majestic pulling force made his whole body swell with energy and blood.
Three thousand feet...five thousand feet...eight thousand feet...
I don't know how deep the river of Santu is. When Cheng Ling was shocked to the point of being stunned, he suddenly felt his whole body shuddering and stagnating for an instant.
Poof!
From falling to a standstill at an extremely fast speed, the terrifying backlash was so uncomfortable that Cheng Ling couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. The next moment, a terrifying pressure came over me, like a hundred thousand mountains pressing down on me, and the skin and bones all over my body made an overwhelming sound.
"No! This power is too terrifying. It is as violent as the sea and as solid as a mountain. It also contains a power that makes the soul want to sink and collapse!"
Cheng Ling was horrified. He didn't care anymore, and used all his strength to activate the immortal energy, which surged throughout his body. He suddenly exerted force, trying to break away from this weird and terrifying force field.
Unexpectedly, every time he activated a cent of immortal energy, the restraint of this pressure would become tighter, and moreover, there would be wisps of strange and twisted runes coming from it, tightly binding his body layer by layer like chains.
This strange and twisted talisman has a turbid and obscure color, and it actually carries a terrifying crushing force that penetrates into the soul, like a millstone, crushing its entire soul into powder!
pain!
It was a kind of pain that touched the soul and was indescribable. At that moment, Cheng Ling felt that he was about to lose his soul and his body was completely sunken!
Looking from a distance, the turbid river water was like a small insect stuck in it, struggling constantly, but unable to escape the comfort at all. Instead, streaks of bright red blood stains were squeezed out of the pores all over the body, and the seven orifices were bleeding. , seems extremely terrifying.
This is the power of the Forbidden City of Sinking. Back then, the third Netherworld Emperor personally arranged this great formation, killing countless powerful people from the three realms who had sunk to the ground. It was known as the Burial Ground, and it was by no means an unwarranted name.
Cheng Ling tried his best to calm down. In fact, he felt a wave of formation fluctuations from the moment he entered the outside of the castle. He carefully sensed the terrifying power coming from all around. He was making crazy deductions in his mind without any delay.
Because he knew very well that if this situation continued, he would be dead or alive in just a few moments!
"Sink?"
"Restricted?"
"With the River of Three Ways as the foundation, all the mysteries of sinking are integrated into an ancient restriction. No wonder it has such terrifying power. If you want to escape, the top priority is to find the flaw in this ancient restriction."
"Flaw? No, this restriction is integrated with the river of the Three Ways, and is naturally integrated with the heaven and earth. It is most perfect and seamless. Even if you find a flaw with the Eye of Divine Truth, how can you escape with your current strength? "
Once he calmed down, Cheng Ling seemed to have become a different person, with thousands of lines and trajectories flashing in his eyes, and the formations were deduced with all his strength.
"Hey, this sinking power actually hides a trace of the Taoist intention of the other side. Perhaps, starting from the Taoist intention, with my control of the Taoist intention of the other side, I may be able to see through the trajectory of the formation."
Soon, Cheng Ling made a decision. He endured the severe pain that felt like his soul and body were about to collapse, and calmly felt the sinking power coming from all directions.
And those strange and twisted formation trajectories became his primary target.
Cheng Ling's choice was not wrong. Those dense formation trajectories were the core of the Forbidden City of Sinking and formed the foundation of the prohibition.
These trajectories completely explain the operation of the power of sinking. It is a way and a technique of using power, which is mysterious and unpredictable. The reason why the power of the formation is so terrifying is that it is released through the movement of this trajectory.
And among them, there are also traces of talisman patterns captured. In the era when the third Netherworld Emperor was active, it was true that the Formation Dao and the Talisman Dao could be perfectly combined. Coupled with the power of Sinking, it is no wonder that it could kill many powerful figures in the Three Realms.
Cheng Ling's entire mental power was running wildly, like an octopus with millions of tentacles, poking into the strange and twisted runes and sensing them carefully.
"If there is no extradition, the three-way river has no end. If there is no suppression, where is the other side..."
"Perish, sink the sinful body, sink the sinful soul, suppress all evils, eliminate all evil and evil, and the order of heaven and earth will return to reincarnation..."
Soon, various insights flooded into my heart like a tide, majestic and vast.
I don't know how long it took, but Cheng Ling finally moved. He intertwined his hands and made a mysterious handprint. A long string of forbidden power hit the dense trajectory. The next moment, he stretched out his right index finger and made a talisman pattern. Presented in hand.
The huge pressure of the formation suddenly began to show some flaws, and as Cheng Ling's attempts to break the formation continued to increase, the mysterious trajectories were disintegrated one by one, like a cocoon being peeled off.
"Fortunately, the third Netherworld Emperor has been dead for who knows how many thousands of years, and the power of the formation has been reduced to less than 10% by the erosion of time. If not, even if I master the eighth-grade immortal formation and the eighth-grade talisman, plus the four major All prohibition methods may not be able to break..."
Above the Santu River, in front of the castle.
On the river surface with a radius of hundreds of miles, Wuzi turned into a whirlpool and rotated wildly, producing a suction force that tore the heaven and the earth, crushing the void into broken black holes.
"It's been a while since I burned the incense, why hasn't there been any movement?" Yan Ming calculated the time and frowned.
"Wait patiently. After all, this is the ban on perdition imposed by the third Nether Emperor back then. Its power is unpredictable and its workmanship is miraculous. How can I judge it with just one word?"
Li Huai glanced sideways at Yan Ming and said proudly: "However, it is actually very simple to determine whether those two guys have died."
As he spoke, he reached out with his hand, and a bronze mirror appeared in his hand. The mirror surface emitted cyan glow, and with a buzzing sound, a light curtain was condensed.
The light curtain circulated, revealing a picture of turbid river water.
"Commander Yan Ming, please look at this light curtain. This is the core of the Forbidden City of Sinking. There are countless prohibitions. Once you fall into it, even the gods will find it difficult to survive!" Li Huai pointed at the light curtain in mid-air, full of confidence. said.
"Huh? Why can't you see anything except a piece of turbid river water? Are you, an old lunatic, fooling me again?" Yan Ming looked at it and said displeased.
On the light screen, the turbid water was rolling, blurry and distorted, and no clear scene could be seen at all.
Seeing this, Li Huai was startled and murmured: "No way, these are glimmering mirrors, one holds a pair, and the other is hidden by me in the Forbidden City of Sinking. The two reflect each other, and every detail is revealed, and ghosts and gods cannot hide it. Traces, how could it be like this?”
As he spoke, he gritted his teeth, bit the tip of his tongue, and squirted a mouthful of blood into the bronze mirror in his hand. Then he swiped his fingers repeatedly, only to hear a buzzing sound, and the light curtain flashed and rolled endlessly.
Soon, a detailed scene emerged. But when they saw everything clearly, both Li Huai and Yan Ming's pupils shrank, their mouths widened, and they all stood there in a daze.
In the light curtain, the blood was surging, and the waves were turbulent. I could vaguely see a purple figure moving in and out of it, coming and going as freely as a swimming fish!
"You damn old lunatic, is this what you call the Forbidden City of Perdition? You can't even kill a small thing in the Ghost King Realm, and you're talking about how the Ghost Emperor can't survive in it. What's going on?"
"This this......"
Li Huai turned a deaf ear to Yan Ming's questioning. His eyes were fixed on the light screen, and his whole body was trembling with shock. He almost couldn't believe his eyes.
"Impossible! I have studied this formation for three thousand years, how can it be that it has no power at all? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" His face was twisted and crazy, and he roared crazily.
As he spoke, he suddenly jumped into the air, and mysterious spells quickly poured out from his hands, pouring into the vast river of the Three Paths.
"The blood is burning, the soul is sacrificed, and the ban on sinking is used to refine that damn bastard for me!" Li Huai screamed, completely crazy.
Yan Ming was shocked and shouted: "Old madman, what are you doing? Do you want to sacrifice the souls of those subordinates with blood?"
Li Huai had said before that the 1,032 Ghost King-level subordinates killed by Cheng Ling and Bei Ling were not really dead. Instead, the blood was sacrificed to the ban of sinking, while the soul remained. After killing Cheng Ling, all of them could be reborn using secret methods.
But now, looking at this situation, Li Huai actually wants to sacrifice the souls of these one thousand and thirty-two ghost king realm subordinates. How can Yan Ming not be surprised by this?
"Huh, they're just some subordinates. As long as they can be completely wiped out, there's no need to regret it!" Li Huai stood proudly in the air, yelling crazily, with a distorted look on his face, as if he was possessed.
"Old madman! If you do this, the Ghost Emperor will never let you go!" Yan Ming was so angry that he flew into the air and came to Li Huai, trying to stop him.
"Haha, it's too late, everything is too late! That boy will definitely die! Commander Yan Ming, if you don't leave now and get involved, don't blame me for not warning you." Li Huai laughed up to the sky, turned around and returned The castle.
"you......"
Yan Ming's eyes were about to burst into flames, but when he saw clearly the terrifying scene in the river of three roads, he was suddenly startled, turned around and ran away like flying.
