Chapter 1232: Shenshan Suppression!

Lusman's proposal was agreed by everyone.

Now we are all tied to the same rope. You can't escape, and neither can I.

Once other Lords of the Abyss arrive, all those present will be responsible. If the other party starts a killing spree, no one will be able to escape.

Instead of this, it would be better to sacrifice this Five-Colored Divine Mountain and seal the people below here.

Even if the Lord of the Abyss comes, these people will have excuses.

If the person alive below is not the Lord of the Abyss, but the Ghost-Faced King, then the Ghost-Faced King will probably be trapped under this mountain for eternity without being able to escape.

The abyss has reached its end. Even the Ghost Face King cannot escape from below. If he wants to leave from above, can he support the weight of a galaxy? That is simply a joke. No one except the Overlord can do it.

So no matter what, this sacred mountain must be pressed down.

Under the gazes of the crowd, the four men of the Eight Hammers raised the Five-Colored Divine Mountain and covered it from the sky.

As it descended, the Five-Colored Divine Mountain grew larger and larger, and finally became a mountain as big as the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, pressing heavily on the earth vein.

But after the sacred mountain pressed down, they could still clearly feel waves of tremors coming from under the mountain, as if the people being suppressed were extremely unwilling and wanted to break free.

Several people were inexplicably shocked.

Lusman frowned, "This is simply too scary. The people below have such a strong will to survive. They are suppressed by a galaxy and still want to turn over. If they are allowed to turn over, it will be disastrous!"

Zhang Huang also said, "No, we must not let it out. Everyone, do you have any other way to suppress it? Just seal this place permanently."

A few people in heaven looked at each other, and were speechless for a moment.

Lusman and his men put in a great effort, not only launching their strongest attack, they even used the sacred mountain inherited from the Lord to suppress them, making it impossible for the opponent to play any trump cards.

But if we want to continue suppressing on the sacred mountain, ordinary things will definitely not work.

The best thing is a domain-type weapon. Use the power of the domain to continue suppressing and completely seal off this place, making it impossible for them to turn over forever.

Huangtian, the Nine Ghost Kings and the Tree God King looked at each other and, under the pressure of Lusman and his men, had to bleed heavily.

The three of them almost went bankrupt and exchanged their wealth for a treasure among the tribe.

This is a top-grade weapon of comprehension, the River of Gravity!

The properties of this field's armed forces are extremely compatible with the Five-Colored Divine Mountain. They are all of the gravity suppression type, and can completely match the gravity of the Gravity River to the Five-Colored Divine Mountain.

When this long river of gravity was exchanged by Emperor Tian and finally fell on the Five-Colored Sacred Mountain, the weight of the sacred mountain seemed to double, from the size of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau to the size of Mount Tai.

But its weight and quality have increased five times compared to before! Looking at this sacred mountain, Huang Tian couldn't help but sigh: "Now the Five-Colored Sacred Mountain plus the Gravity River, the two are combined into one, and its power is almost comparable to the ultimate domain weapon. Such a treasure is really rare in the world, but it's a pity that it has become a treasure that suppresses people."

Lusman patted Huangtian on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry about these material possessions. We, the Eight Hammers, also suffered heavy losses this time. We lost the Five-Colored Divine Mountain and the Flying Palace. You, brother, should at least give us some compensation for these things."

The Nine Ghost Kings and the Tree God King also recounted their own hardships. Huang Tian smiled bitterly and said, "Everyone, give me some time, let's go our separate ways first. As long as the Abyss Lords don't come looking for us this time, I will slowly repay your losses. Don't worry, without me, we still have my ancestor, the Lord of the Blue Sky. These things are nothing to him."

Hearing Huangtian mention the Lord of the Blue Sky, the others could not push him too hard and could only hold their noses and endure it for the time being, hoping that Huangtian would really compensate them for their losses in the future.

After repeatedly confirming that the Five-Colored Divine Mountain had reached an unshakable level, several people left the end of the underground palace with trepidation.

They only hope that the lords of the abyss will not come to them so that they can escape.

The Lord of the Abyss really didn't look for them, which made them gradually feel relieved.

It seems that the person living in the abyss must be the Lord of Hatred, otherwise the other Lords of the Abyss would have come long ago.

Although this incident might have been a misunderstanding, the sacred mountain has been established and it is basically unchangeable, so everyone can only accept this fact.

Although I didn't get the Ghost-Faced King's treasure, I finally got rid of a big worry and resolved a matter of concern, so it was worth it.

The imperial family even looked up the dimensional universe situations of the Ghost-Faced King and the Lord of Hatred, but these two people are nowhere to be found now, so their specific situations of life or death are unknown.

Helplessly, they could only wait patiently. Time passed little by little, ten, twenty, fifty, or a hundred years.

These gods, whose lives were infinitely long, gradually forgot about what happened here.

Only God and everyone have a promise, a two thousand year promise!

During this time, everyone stayed on the Witch Star to practice and wait for developments.

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If nothing changes here within two thousand years, then they are all safe.

At that time, Huangtian would hold a grand banquet to celebrate and take revenge on the Bai family who had betrayed them.

Between the Ghost-faced King and the Imperial Family, the Bai Family actually chose the Ghost-faced King. When the time is right, Emperor Tian swears to make the Bai Family pay the price!

Before that, everyone needs to keep a low profile and take action only after confirmation.

This drastic change has gradually been forgotten by people.

Because few people knew what happened in the end in the battle deep in the underground palace, the Ghost-faced King, who once dominated the nine gods, disappeared from people's sight and vanished, as if he had never appeared.

The Bai family and the Di family, the parties involved, lived in seclusion after that and never mentioned the matter again.

Only the imperial family would frequently send a few absolutely trustworthy people from within the family to the sacred mountain to guard and determine every change under the sacred mountain.

Of course, Huangtian cannot do such a job alone. Qingtian and Juetian are the best candidates to do such a thing.

Especially Juetian, he hated Lin Zhen to the core, and almost voluntarily went to the sacred mountain to guard it. Later, he even built a hut and claimed that he would not leave until the Ghost Face King was dead.

Huangtian could also understand Juetian's feelings. Since he was willing to take the initiative to watch, let him watch. In Huangtian's view, there was almost no one more reliable than Juetian.

The days passed one by one, and Juetian guarded the sacred mountain deep in the underground palace and became a mountain keeper.

The others stayed on the Witch Star to practice, waiting for the two thousand years to come.

Perhaps this waiting is unnecessary. Whether the Ghost-Faced King is alive or not, there is no hope of escaping from the Five-Colored Divine Mountain again.

(End of this chapter)