I, the poor monk Tang San, buried the sky, buried the earth, buried all living beings

The wind seems to be there and not there, and is invisible to the naked eye. You can only see and observe it by the movement of the wind when it blows through objects. Therefore, the idiom "any slight movement of the grass" came into being.

You can't hear the wind either. The sound of the wind you hear is the sound of vibration caused by the air flow passing through objects, not the original sound of the wind. Therefore, when the cold wind is howling, what you hear is actually the resonance sound of the objects!

However, although the naked eye cannot see it and the ears cannot hear it, the human body can actually feel the existence of the wind.

Only by touch can you feel what the wind is like!

The Ghost King of Beimang Mountain is quite powerful, but in front of Yang Jian, he is like a weak baby and has almost no ability to fight back.

Logically speaking, having comprehended certain laws, his strength should not be so weak.

However, he was actually suppressed by Yang Jian for nearly half an hour, and was finally defeated. It was not until the end that he showed his trump card, which was the law of wind!

The wind was very gentle and did not cause any harm when it passed through Yang Jian's body, but it was freezing cold, chilling his skin, bones, internal organs, and even his soul.

It was like the cold wind behind the Yinshan Mountains, making people feel the coldness from the depths of their souls. Even though Yang Jian had the Eight-Nine Profound Arts to protect his body, he couldn't help but tremble all over.

This kind of coldness acts directly on the soul, leaving the body completely defenseless.

"Is this your trump card? The wind that can blow into the soul?"

Yang Jian's body was trembling slightly, but a glint of brilliance flashed in his eyes, "This isn't a powerful attack, there should be a follow-up!"

As if to confirm Yang Jian's words, the scenery before his eyes suddenly changed. Everything around him vanished, replaced by a vast expanse of ice and snow, as if he had arrived in the Arctic. Ice and snow were everywhere, and no living creatures were to be seen. The wind howled in his ears, and the snow and wind blew in front of him. The sky was gloomy and not a single ray of sunlight could be seen. It was as if he had arrived in an extremely cold hell.

"Hmm, this scene looks so familiar, I seem to have seen it before!"

Yang Jian chuckled, and suddenly remembered the scene when he and Tang Ku entered the purgatory of the underworld and met Ksitigarbha. The scene was very similar to the one before his eyes.

Forced by the cold air, Yang Jian took a step forward, but found that he could not take the second step no matter what. When he looked down, he found that his legs had been frozen, and the ice was constantly spreading upwards, from the waist to the chest, and then to the whole body. In a blink of an eye, Yang Jian had been frozen into an ice sculpture, and the ice began to thicken in the cold wind, freezing him in a mountain made entirely of ice. This mountain was as majestic as Kunlun Mountain and as steep as Mount Hua. In the wind and snow, it stretched between heaven and earth, and it was difficult to move at all.

"Hmm, what's going on? Why isn't Master Erlang even moving?"

Outside, Zhu Bajie watched Erlang Shen standing there, motionless, as if held in place by some kind of spell. He couldn't help but wonder, "Did the wind damage his brain?"

Tang Ku frowned slightly: "Maybe it really hurts his brain..."

Several disciples looked at Tang Ku in confusion, waiting for his explanation.

"The opponent's wind law belongs to the elemental system. It can blow through the flesh and reach the depths of the soul. In other words, in his hands, this law does not act on the flesh, but directly on the soul. Although I don't know what exactly happened, I guess that there must be something wrong with Erlang Zhenjun's soul..."

"What should we do? Should we go up and rescue them?"

Wu Zhen said anxiously, "Although I'm not familiar with Chinese magic, the concept of soul damage also exists in the West. If that happens, wouldn't you...would you...become an idiot?"

"Don't even mention the West, there's one right in front of us!"

Ao Lie smiled bitterly and said, "My soul was damaged at that time, wasn't I just like an idiot?"

"Stop worrying about nothing!"

Zhu Bajie glanced at Tang Ku and suddenly laughed, "Master isn't worried, why should you be worried?"

Tang smiled bitterly. "That's exactly what I like about Bajie. He knows how to read people's expressions... Haha, you guys are really worrying too much. Don't forget, although the other party is attacking with the power of the law, Erlang Zhenjun is also a powerful person who has comprehended the law. It's hard to say who is stronger between the two, and..."

"And what?"

The disciples looked at Tang Ku with bewildered expressions.

Tang smiled bitterly, shook his head, and waved his hands, saying, "Don't say it, don't say it... Hehehe... Just wait and see the show!"

It's not that he didn't want to say it, but even if he said it, they wouldn't understand. After all, among these people, Shi Jingmo was the closest to the law, but he hadn't even touched the threshold, let alone the others.

So this statement cannot be explained clearly.

But he knew that if the battle really came to the Land of Laws, Erlang Shen would definitely win!

Because the laws of the Ghost King of Beimang Mountain were not something he cultivated or comprehended by himself, but rather some kind of restriction imposed on him by someone. Once he cannot defeat others, he can use this law as a trump card.

In other words, this is not his own law!

Erlang Shen once told Tang Ku about his entry into the cycle of reincarnation. After two hundred reincarnations, his soul and physical strength had been honed to a certain level. He had truly mastered the elementary laws of time and space. This was his inherent ability, so he could suppress the opponent and leave him powerless to fight back.

For example, the law used by the Ghost King of Beimang Mountain is like a teenager who has never practiced anything with a machete, while Yang Jian is like an old special forces soldier with many years of experience and solid qigong. Although the child with a machete may cause some damage to the special forces soldier if pushed into a corner, once the special forces soldier gets serious, the little brat will only be beaten, and it is very likely that he will not even be able to hold the machete in his hand!

A cold wind blew into Yang Jian's sea of consciousness, turning his entire sea of consciousness into a world of ice and sealing his entire soul in a huge iceberg.

For ordinary strong people who don't understand the rules, once their souls are sealed, they are basically finished.

In the real world, the Ghost King of Beimang Mountain suddenly appeared, holding the long sword in his hand, sneering at the stunned Yang Jian. He slowly raised the long sword in his hand and said sternly: "You are the number one war god in the Three Realms, but you will die in my hands today! Yang Jian, accept your fate!"

A fierce sword energy suddenly burst out and slashed towards the defenseless Yang Jian's neck.

However, when he was halfway through the fight, the Ghost King of Beimang Mountain suddenly saw the corner of Yang Jian's mouth curl up, and he immediately felt a surge of fear in his heart.

With a loud bang, the Ghost King of Beimang Mountain was flung back more than ten meters. He turned over and looked at Yang Jian in panic, saying in shock, "You...how could your soul be okay?"

Yang Jian stretched his arms and legs and chuckled, "I thought you really had mastered the power of the law, but it turns out you're just like this!"