Chapter 1197 - 1196: Suppression

Clang!

With the appearance of the Crimson Mist Cauldron, the surrounding temperature suddenly soared, causing the space around to ignite and burst! Even the overwhelming ghostly aura seemed to dissolve by half at this moment!

It was as if the entire Holy Spirit Mountain had transformed into the legendary Flame Mountain.

Before the Crimson Mist Cauldron.

Ye Qingchen stood with a carefree smile, akin to Zhurong of ancient times, mastering the divine fire of heaven and earth!

"I wonder if your Undying Body can withstand a simmering in my Crimson Mist Cauldron for three months?" Ye Qingchen looked over with a half-smile.

After devouring the Demon Fire Furnace.

The Crimson Mist Cauldron had grown even larger, now expanding to more than ten meters tall, although not as massive as the Demon Fire Furnace, its power far exceeded the latter by countless times!

The Eight-faced Buddha had a trump card.

How could Ye Qingchen not have one?

"What?"

The Eight-faced Buddha and the eight Ghost God Puppets instantly blanched.

But then.

They became even more fierce, with greed overwhelming their eyes:

"So this is the alchemy furnace you used in the Profound Ice Platform Conference to shock the five Celestial Immortals of the Su Family? It is mine now!"

"Is that so?"

Ye Qingchen sneered, slowly raising his hand.

This raising of the hand.

Was done with extreme casualness, as if he were merely brushing it aside. But the Eight-faced Buddha's heart surged with warning, a heaven-shocking chill flooded his divine soul, making every hair on his body stand on end involuntarily.

With almost no hesitation.

He waved his hand, and three Ghost God Puppets transformed into streaks of light to shield in front of him.

Boom!

Suddenly, a towering giant palm had formed in the sky, and at the moment of its formation, it descended with lightning speed.

"Get away from me!"

The Ghost God Puppets roared in fury, with overwhelming ghostly aura swirling around them, transforming into three angry dragons charging towards the sky, trying to block the giant palm. But Ye Qingchen merely smiled subtly, lightly closing his five fingers.

Nine Revolutions Star Technique!

Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique!

At that moment, the two cultivation techniques were pushed to their extreme.

The three Ghost Gods, although towering a hundred meters tall, were like ants before this palm. They were directly crushed amidst the Eight-faced Buddha's furious change in color, as the giant palm snatched the Ghost God Puppets into its grip.

"Roar!"

The three Ghost God Puppets roared crazily, disbelieving their demise, struggling fiercely. Their bodies swelled and burst, scales appeared over their surfaces, spiky bones protruded from joints, and a horn grew on their foreheads, resembling hellish demons!

Clearly!

At this moment, the Ghost God Puppets had pushed their powers to their limits.

The result.

They were utterly unable to break free from the grip.

As Ye Qingchen flipped his hand, he directly forced them into the Crimson Mist Cauldron.

In that instant.

The Eight-faced Buddha felt as if he had completely lost contact with the three Ghost God Puppets, as if they had been erased from existence!

"How is this possible?"

The Eight-faced Buddha's face changed drastically at the sight.

From Ye Qingchen's move to the sealing of the three Ghost God Puppets, it happened in a flash. Yet what occurred in that flash was beyond what he could possibly expect!

Whoosh!

Suddenly.

A blast of rapid wind sounded.

Startled, the Eight-faced Buddha realized Ye Qingchen was already rushing towards him.

"Not good!"

He cried out in surprise, channeling his power to the fullest, escaping backwards with the remaining Ghost God Puppets.

Among them, two Ghost God Puppets were slightly slower, just starting their move, but Ye Qingchen's palm had already struck!

Boom!

A torrential force descended without any forewarning, without pause. The ground caved in with a 'crackling' noise, the indentation forming a perfectly detailed palm print.

Under this palm, those two Ghost God Puppets who were too slow to flee were crushed to smithereens, turning into a sky of black mist!

But immediately.

Ye Qingchen raised his hand, gripping with his palm like a black hole, capturing the black mist. Amidst a burst of sparks, he clamped his hand into the alchemy furnace!

Instantly.

The existence of those two Ghost God Puppets was again erased from within!

"This..."

Upon seeing this, even the Eight-faced Buddha, with his Ghost God Body, could not help but sweat coldly. He had thought he had overestimated Ye Qingchen and laid a Chaos Sky Curtain in Holy Spirit Mountain to ensure foolproof success.

Yet he hadn't expected Ye Qingchen's strength to be even greater than he imagined!

"Rip!"

Just as the Eight-faced Buddha was aghast.

A sound like tearing silk echoed, as another two Ghost God Puppets were sliced through by a sword, severed at the waist. Before they could recover, Ye Qingchen vigorously sealed his impression:

Behold the radiant burst, the Crimson Mist Cauldron unleashed a terrifying suction force, causing the struggling, screaming, roaring Ghost God Puppets to be inevitably drawn into the cauldron!

"How is this possible?"

The Eight-faced Buddha's heart shook with terror.

In the blink of an eye.

Of the eight Ghost God Puppets, only one remained.

Thump!

However.

Even before he realized, Ye Qingchen struck down again, and the last remaining Ghost God Puppet was immediately shattered.

Instantly.

Only the Eight-faced Buddha remained alone.

Ye Qingchen sealed his imprint leisurely, drawing that remaining Ghost God Puppet into the Crimson Mist Cauldron, then stared at Eight-faced Buddha with a half-smile:

"Now, do you still think victory is yours? Do you still wish to seize my divine soul, take my flesh?"

His words fell.

On Holy Spirit Mountain, silence reigned.

The Eight-faced Buddha's face darkened.

After a moment's silence, he could not help but sigh deeply, lowering his stance, saying:

"Mr. Ye, this was my fault. If you let me go, I swear never to step into Southern Heaven again!"

"Of course!"

"Since I offended you, I will offer recompense. Whatever you ask, I will comply! I can even swear a Divine Soul Oath to be your servant!"

The Eight-faced Buddha, being an ancient demon, a tyrant, was naturally flexible.

Moreover.

He believed, with his identity as the Eight-faced Buddha, bowing his head would surely make Ye Qingchen lower his guard. As for the Divine Soul Contract, being a Ghost God Body, he knew countless ways to circumvent it.

He would have chances for revenge.

'As long as I survive this ordeal, today's grudge will be repaid a hundredfold, a thousandfold!' he thought.

"Heh!"

Just as he thought.

Suddenly, Ye Qingchen chuckled, facing the Eight-faced Buddha's questioning or fear-stricken gaze, he calmly said:

"I already said, this Holy Spirit Mountain is your burial ground!"

"Do you think begging now will help?"

Boom!

On hearing this, the Eight-faced Buddha felt terror surge wildly through his heart, and without hesitation, he moved to flee. But Ye Qingchen flipped his hand, crashing down like a sky curtain.

After the sound echoed.

Within Holy Spirit Mountain, silence returned once more.