Chapter 1091: It is the greatest evil in this city! Impermanence claiming a life?!

The so-called concept.

Is that it can exert different levels of effects in different people's hands.

The upper limit is infinitely high.

The lower limit is also pitifully low.

Zhao Chenglin was clearly the former.

He had long since used this set of operational logic to perfection.

He could even make different adjustments according to different scenes.

Right now, the only 'pigment' he could use under his feet was soil.

So he could maximize the power according to the situation on the spot.

The source of all power was his unconstrained imagination!

"Scroll!" Zhao Chenglin pointed with his hand.

As if painting a dragon and dotting the eyes, he endowed this illusory thing with brand-new vitality.

The next moment, he saw this pile of dead things suddenly come to life.

The soil under his feet turned into high mountains and flowing rivers, all surrounding a radius of a hundred meters.

In this absolute domain, he was the undisputed creator!

"Are we not making a move?" Zhang Tiancheng tilted his head to look at Yue Lan and asked.

According to his idea, just one 'Petrification' move could kill the opponent completely.

After all, conceptual types also come in different categories.

Yue Lan's eyes were completely unreasonable.

And it was death upon touch.

There weren't so many twists and turns, nor was there a need to make a move.

"No need, catch him alive." Yue Lan shook her head.

Zhang Tiancheng immediately understood, slowly retreating two steps, hugging Luo Qing's waist and stopping to watch.

In his view, Cheng Beixiao had accumulated a belly full of anger with nowhere to vent.

And Zhao Chenglin was his enemy; catching him to vent his anger was most appropriate.

"Swish—"

Mud and rock flows constantly washed over the evil ghosts in mid-air, sticking layer after layer of sticky mud.

At the same time, the mountain body, heavy as ten thousand jun, smashed down, suppressing them to the ground.

This unique mountain and sea scroll displayed its grandeur to the fullest.

Although it lacked the carving of trees and flowers, it was a bit less elegant.

But just by this power, it could not be underestimated.

Cheng Beixiao witnessed the summoned evil ghosts being suppressed, but no excessive emotion was revealed in his eyes.

He still maintained his most primitive anger, judged calmly, and stroked his chest with his large hand.

"You have a mountain and sea scroll."

"I have a Senluo Hell!"

After speaking, the surrounding scenery changed drastically.

In an instant, a sinister wind swept in, carrying sharp wails and a creepy aura.

The already dim space became incomparably gloomy.

An illusory Senluo Hall appeared right in the air.

"Compared to your mountains and seas, is my domain more real?" Cheng Beixiao looked up.

Just one glance made an inexplicable panic emerge in Zhao Chenglin's heart.

"This is... the power of an emblem?"

"No, this is my power!"

Cheng Beixiao seemed to transform into a judge of life and death, and solid chains suddenly dragged him out of the mud swamp.

Freed from the shackles, he completely erupted, his blood-red skin actually turning pitch-black at this moment.

Seeming to be influenced by the sinister power, his temperament also changed accordingly.

Countless evil ghosts darted out from all directions, dancing incessantly in mid-air.

He, who was directly below the ghosts, opened his mouth wide and took a fierce breath.

He saw the evil thoughts turn into energy and drill into his body one after another.

His momentum actually rose at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"There are evil thoughts here too?" Zhang Tiancheng was stunned.

Yue Lan had long since probed the actual situation of this place clearly.

She knew well that this was the place opened up by the tentacle monster.

She also knew that the monster was the greatest evil in this city!

"It left behind many traces, and these traces are the nourishment for the 'Blood Ghost'!"

"So that's how it is..."

Zhang Tiancheng finally understood.

Zhao Chenglin was very strong, and his methods were also very grand.

He had many methods, and his calculation of the terrain was very skilled.

The mountain and sea scroll just now was even more eye-catching, showing a different way of using talent.

But the problem was, just as he stripped away the mud layer.

He let the keen Cheng Beixiao smell the evil thoughts.

At this point, he used his power without any concealment, taking this opportunity to devour them all.

It could be said that he succeeded because of the mountains and rivers, and failed because of the mountains and rivers.

"You dare?!" Zhao Chenglin shouted.

"Why wouldn't I dare?"

Cheng Beixiao's eyes were full of mockery, and he looked down at Zhao Chenglin, who was shackled by chains.

It was like looking at a poor worm.

Facing the contempt, Zhao Chenglin was furious and painted frantically with his fingers.

He was determined to eradicate the opponent completely!

Soon, a large armored soldier was painted by him.

With a light tap of his finger, the soil surged frantically.

Before long, it formed a 'creature' five meters high.

Yet this wasn't the end.

Zhao Chenglin knew well that a single soldier would definitely not be Cheng Beixiao's opponent.

So he continued to paint; he wanted to build an invincible army!

"Showing off in front of an expert!"

Seeing the soldier rushing toward him, Cheng Beixiao was not panicked at all.

He just snapped his fingers, and a white-faced Wuchang holding a soul-hooking chain walked out of the Senluo Hall!

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but rub their eyes.

"No, is this thing real?" Zhuang Wu exclaimed.

"Fake, there's no such thing as Wuchang in the world, it's just a trick of the eye," Yue Lan explained.

"Can a fake fight a real one?" Zhang Tiancheng asked curiously.

Soon, Cheng Beixiao gave the answer.

He saw the soul-hooking Wuchang flick its hook fiercely, binding the soldier tightly.

Then with another force, the soldier suddenly stumbled and fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Chenglin gritted his teeth and accelerated his painting speed.

But no matter how many soldiers appeared, they couldn't escape the fate of being bound.

"Faster, faster!" Zhao Chenglin's eyes were red, painting frantically.

His fingers were once as fast as phantoms; this was his only remaining means of victory.

But good times didn't last; Cheng Beixiao clearly wouldn't follow his wishes.

He saw him stomp his foot, and the ground shook violently.

A crack suddenly appeared and spread continuously toward Zhao Chenglin's direction.

"Crack!"

With a twisted ankle, Zhao Chenglin suddenly lost his balance.

Cheng Beixiao seized the opportunity, lunged forward, and grabbed his throat.

"My Wuchang, are you satisfied?"

Zhao Chenglin's mouth opened wide, his face flushed blue and purple, and he couldn't spit out a single word.

"I'm very surprised that you survived under the 'Demon'."

"However..."

"The people he can't kill, I will kill!"

As he spoke, Cheng Beixiao's palm suddenly exerted force, his finger bones gradually embedding into his neck.

"Brother Cheng, wait!" Ximen Zhirou shouted in time.

"Are you going to stop me?" Cheng Beixiao looked back and asked coldly.

"Zhao Chenglin is Gao Zhiyi's partner; we can dig deep into their conspiracy by digging into his memories!" Ximen Zhirou explained.

"You mean, let him live for a while longer?" A sharp light flashed in Cheng Beixiao's eyes.

"If possible, Brother Cheng can hand them over to us to deal with; once we're done, you're welcome to take his life at any time!" Ximen Zhirou said.

Cheng Beixiao looked back at the panic-filled eyes and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Did you hear that? Now you're just a piece of cargo that can be traded at will."

"Compared to your memories, I enjoy the pleasure of twisting necks more."

"But now that the 'Demon' has disappeared, I've changed my mind!"

"I'd like to see..."

"Why Gao Zhiyi is so brazen!" ===== CHAPTER 1092 =====