Purple-robed Heavenly Master? The start was stalemate and someone dug him out

Chapter 123 Bronze Divine Coffin
Zhang Yi let out a scream and his whole body was pinned in the air.

His body was convulsing in severe pain, and his soul was struggling in despair, unable to even utter a cry.

"Can't you stand this?"

The voice in the void sneered again and again, and suddenly erupted into a piercing scream.

The next moment, countless horrific scenes flashed before Zhang Yi's eyes like a revolving lantern.

He saw that his body was covered in blood and flesh, his bones were white, and he was being tortured in an endless hell.

He saw that his soul was scattered, his consciousness was scattered, and he was about to forget himself.

"No...don't...stop..."

Zhang Yi groaned in despair, mixed with blood, and scattered in the void.

His will was crumbling and his mind was beginning to blur.

"No... I can't... give in like this..."

Zhang Yi gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and silently recited the Taoist mantra in his heart, trying to use the power of will to break this terrible illusion.

No matter how much he struggled or shouted, nothing around him changed at all.

"help me……"

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yi finally let out a weak cry for help.

His eyes were distracted, his mind was on the verge of collapse, and he had almost forgotten who he was.

In a trance, an illusory figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The figure was tall and majestic, wearing a golden robe and a crown on his head. His eyes were like lightning, exuding an intimidating majesty.

"Zhang Yi, do you still remember your name?"

The figure asked in a deep voice, his tone not angry or authoritative.

"I...I am..."

Zhang Yi answered subconsciously, but found that his memory was completely blank.

He looked blankly at the golden-robed figure in front of him, his face full of confusion.

"I...who am I...where...is this place..."

He murmured to himself, tears welling up again and falling into the void.

"Humph, you don't even know it? It's really sad."

The golden-robed figure sneered and suddenly stretched out his hand between Zhang Yi's eyebrows.

In an instant, Zhang Yi felt a sharp pain in his head, and countless memories came flooding back.

"I...I am..."

"I am Zhang Yi! How can we...how can we just admit defeat!"

He looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, his eyes red, as if Shura was coming.

The zombie energy in the body boils again, the black mist surges, and it gradually condenses into shape!

"Hahahaha! Pain? Despair? Those are all your tricks! To me, they are just a passing cloud!"

Zhang Yi shouted loudly, and his whole body was filled with black energy, and he gradually broke free from the invisible shackles!
"The Devil's Ghost Control Technique!"

Zhang Yi shouted loudly, and the endless illusion finally shattered, turning into little stars and dissipating in the void.

And his figure gradually became clearer, reappearing in front of the bronze coffin.

Li Tao and the other three were overjoyed and quickly stepped forward to help.

But Yama Luo, who was not far away, changed his expression drastically.

"This...this is impossible...how...you...can escape from the abyss of despair..."

he stammered, his voice trembling.

"Hmph, I told you that a mere illusion cannot trap me!"

Zhang Yi sneered again and again and stood up slowly.

He was filled with murderous aura and shrouded in black mist, as if Shura had come to the world.

"Now, it's time to end this."

He stood with his hands behind his hands, staring at the bronze coffin with sharp eyes.

The next moment, he suddenly reached out and touched the surface of the coffin again. "The power of God's Fall is in my palm!"

A suction force that was a hundred times more terrifying than before instantly sucked Zhang Yi into it!

"grown ups!!!"

Li Tao exclaimed and wanted to rush forward to hold Zhang Yi, but was bounced away by an invisible wall of air.

At this time, Zhang Yi had once again submerged into the coffin and disappeared.

All around, there was dead silence.

Everyone looked at each other, at a loss.

Zhang Yi once again fell into endless darkness, surrounded by a disgusting smell of rancidity and blood.

He found himself suspended in mid-air again, unable to move.

"Hahaha, stupid human, do you think you can escape so easily?"

The eerie voice sounded in my mind again: "Welcome to the deepest part of the abyss of despair. Here, you will face the most primitive fear of your soul!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless ferocious and terrifying faces suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Yi. They had fangs and sharp teeth, and their eyes were as red as blood, exuding hellish despair and madness.

"No...go away..."

Zhang Yi gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, and the zombie energy in his body was boiling, resisting this terrifying illusion.

The terrifying illusion has not receded, but has become clearer and more real.

Zhang Yi only felt that his soul was being eaten away and torn apart bit by bit.

"Hahaha, do you feel it? This is the power of despair! The more you struggle, the more painful it is!"

The demonic sound raged in his mind, Zhang Yi let out a miserable roar, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Zhang Yi's eyes widened with murderous intent.

The next moment, he formed seals with his hands and recited Taoist mantras quickly.

Zhang Yi shouted, and a golden light burst out from his Tianling Cap, tearing apart the endless darkness in an instant!
The terrifying faces all around let out shrill roars and dissipated into black smoke.

Zhang Yi shook his body, broke free from the invisible restraints, and fell heavily to the ground.

"This...this is impossible..."

The demonic sound in the void trembled unbelievably, revealing deep fear.

"Humph, all illusions are just tricks you use to confuse people's minds!"

Zhang Yi sneered: "Now, let me show you my true power, Zhang Yi!"

He jumped up high, pushed forward with both hands, and an invisible force instantly shattered the bronze coffin!
"Boom!"

With a loud noise, countless fragments flew, creating dazzling sparks in the air.

Zhang Yi slowly landed on the ground, his body filled with murderous aura and surrounded by black mist, like an unworldly demon king.

"grown ups!"

Li Tao and the other three were overjoyed and quickly stepped forward to support Zhang Yi.

"The divine coffin was actually... shattered by him..."

"That's... the legendary treasure that contains the power of the fallen gods..."

"This... what kind of power is this..."

Zhang Yi looked around, his eyes like lightning, and said solemnly: "Hmph, this bronze coffin is destined to be destroyed in my hands today!"

He stood with his hands behind his back, as if he were a man of heaven, and everyone involuntarily bowed to him.

"Welcome back, sir!"

Zhang Yi turned around to face the ghost-faced Yama, with killing intent in his eyes.

Yama was furious and jumped up from the ground, his eyes wide with anger.

"Zhang Yi, do you think that a mere zombie can defeat me, the Ghost-faced Yama? What a wishful thinking!"

Before he finished speaking, black energy filled his body, his hands formed seals, and he chanted a spell quickly.

In an instant, dozens of black lights shot out from his fingertips, turning into countless sharp arrows and heading straight for Zhang Yi!

Zhang Yi snorted coldly, smacked his palm back, and a burst of purple energy surged out from his palm, instantly dissipating all the black light.

(End of this chapter)