Chapter 2240 Suppression!

Silence!

At this moment, the battlefield that was originally filled with shouts and even howls was completely silent.

Everyone, even all the demons, froze in place, raised their heads, and looked at the tombstone hanging above their heads in amazement.

The rolling netherworld energy and the majestic blood power intertwined together, almost enveloping the entire battlefield, and I, like a demon god, stared with a pair of red eyes, and the bottom of my eyes, there was a black netherworld energy...

"What kind of magic is this? I have never seen it before!" A human cultivator exclaimed.

"This power... is so similar to those lonely ghosts!"

Everyone was stunned, because they had never felt such a strong ghost energy on a person.

Moreover, in this era, no one has ever been able to control the death energy. They even thought that the death energy was the most useless energy, because the death energy was harmful to the human race.

But now, my appearance has changed their views, and it can even be said that it has overturned their three views!

The death energy can also be controlled and used by the human race.

Even...

it is very powerful!

"All descendants of the Porcupine Clan, retreat!"

An elder of the Porcupine Clan roared, and then turned and left.

"Sons of the Jackal Clan, retreat!"

An elder of the Jackal Clan also roared, and began to retreat with the army.

"Don't retreat!"

Suddenly, a man with a gloomy temperament spoke. He held a short knife in his hand and exuded a strong aura. He looked like a general supervising a battle, with a gloomy face, and ordered the demons not to retreat.

"Xuanlong, do you want us all to die?" The elder of the jackal clan asked loudly.

But I narrowed my eyes.

"Xuanlong? Are you from the Xuanwu clan?"

I smiled coldly, and then my eyes condensed. Then, I pointed at the man in black and stomped my feet hard.

"Hundred monuments calm the souls, calm them!"

This shout was like a muffled thunder, exploding on the battlefield.

As my shout fell, I saw the tombstones suspended in the air suddenly trembled violently.

Then, a tombstone fell down with a rolling death aura.

Then, two, three, ten, and a hundred!

Hundreds of tombstones fell from the sky at the same time, like falling meteors, not only at a very fast speed, but also emitting a terrifying aura.

This scene directly changed the faces of the demons. Some of the demons were already howling, ignoring the orders of the Xuanwu clan, and started to run away.

Other demons were stunned in place, looking at a loss.

As for the man named Xuanlong, his pupils shrank and he instinctively took a step back.

"How can I, a powerful warrior of the third stage, be afraid of you, a dragon slayer of the second stage? Don't panic, this man controls the death energy, which is not even worthy of being on the stage. This technique is just a small technique with a lot of noise but little effect. Don't be frightened by him. You guys, break his technique and kill him!"

The two people pointed at by Xuanlong froze. Just as they were about to say something, the hundreds of tombstones fell from the sky.

In an instant, the sound of "boom boom boom" continued to ring, and under the thunder-like explosion, there were painful howls.

The black netherworld energy was rolling, and the dark green demon energy began to surge wantonly under the cover of the netherworld energy.

Then, I saw the man named Xuanlong carrying a tombstone on his back, still standing there with his body bent.

Behind him, there were already many tombstones, and under each tombstone, a demon was suppressed.

"What!"

After seeing this scene, all the human cultivators were stunned.

In particular, when they saw that even the peak demon elders of the second stage were suppressed by the tombstones, their eyes were filled with horror.

"So many demons were suppressed?"

As for me, I was also stunned.

After I mastered the power of death and cultivated to the peak of Yin Yang Mirror, my strength has made a qualitative leap.

The power of the magic I cast was greatly enhanced.

But what I never expected was that this man from the Xuanwu clan could withstand this attack?

"But... you can carry one tombstone, so can you carry two?"

I smiled coldly, and then my eyes condensed again.

There were hundreds of tombstones that just fell, but this was not all, just a part of the densely packed tombstones hanging above my head.

"Hold on!"

My voice rang out again, and as my voice fell, the tombstone hanging above my head trembled again, and then, it fell down with a roar wrapped in the rolling netherworld energy.

After seeing this scene, Xuanlong's expression changed drastically, and then he turned around and walked away with the tombstone on his back.

Hundreds of tombstones can calm the soul. What calms people is not the weight of the tombstones, because the weight of the tombstones is not fixed, but changes with the fate of the suppressed person.

For example, if someone's life is worth three taels and two coins, then the weight of the tombstone will be three taels and two coins. Others can easily move this weight, but the suppressed person will find it difficult to move it no matter what.

Because... that is the weight of a person's fate, and a person's fate has long been determined. How can you bear the weight of your fate?

Xuanlong is a cultivator in the third stage, with great strength, but at this moment, he is carrying a tombstone on his back, and his speed has become very slow, and he can't escape the range of the netherworld energy at all.

As for the rest of the demons, they also scattered and all stayed away from Xuanlong.

"Bang..."

A loud noise was heard, and another tombstone hit Xuanlong's back directly. This time, Xuanlong staggered and almost fell down, and his already bent back bent even more.

"You..."

Xuanlong gritted his teeth and was about to say something when suddenly there was another sound of breaking air. Then, a tombstone emitting a thick underworld aura fell on Xuanlong again.

As the tombstone fell, Xuanlong's name also appeared on the tombstone, and even his fate was also shown on the tombstone.

"Aohou!..."

Xuanlong roared, and the demonic energy in his body kept surging, trying to suppress the tombstone on his body.

But everything was in vain.

The tombstone seemed to have taken root in his body, and no matter how he struggled, he couldn't get rid of it.

The next second.

Another loud noise was heard, but five tombstones fell again.

This time, Xuanlong could no longer hold on, and his legs made a crisp "crack" sound, and his leg bones were directly broken. He fell to the ground and was completely suppressed by eight tombstones.