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Because of this technique, the black gas downstairs also fluctuated. The Black Freak seemed to have detected something and the flag that was waving slightly paused for a moment, as he scanned his surroundings vigilantly.

But whether it was because Black Freak used up too much energy, or because of Lin Jin's invisibility, that Black Freak felt that it was a little strange. However, no one had noticed his existence. He only glanced at his surroundings and then continued waving the flagpole.

Seeing that all the black gas downstairs had thrown themselves into the small circle above Black Freak's head, Lin Jin did not know what to do either. After all, he didn't even know what spell this person was currently casting. He didn't know if it was good or bad.

Naturally, there was no reason to stop or destroy it.

Half an hour later, the last bit of black gas finally entered the small circle.

Lin Jin didn't know when this spell would be activated, and looking at the situation on the other side of the stairs, he didn't dare to be distracted at all.

When the Black Freak saw that all the black gas had been pulled into the whirlpool, he heaved a sigh of relief and quickly waved the flag a few times.

Streams of black Qi streaked across the sky, immediately forming a mysterious pattern that wrapped around the vortex formed by the yin evil qi.

After a while, the black Qi tornado in the air gradually became smoother, like a black basketball. However, the occasional aura that emitted from it made Lin Jin, the person who was about to enter the Large Circulation, feel a sense of fear.

With so many yin evil qi gathered in one ball, he dared not imagine what would happen if it exploded.

However, the Black Freak's technique was not finished yet. When the black ball was formed, he took out a pill from his bosom and threw it into his mouth, then suddenly sat down on the ground and recovered his luck.

However, it seemed that his method this time had consumed too much spirit and zhenyuan, and swallowing the pills did not seem to have the desired effect. When he stood up, his body was even a little unsteady, and he swayed a few times.

Next, he touched his waist, and another white flag appeared in his hand, waving about.

Aside from the color, the rest of the flag looked exactly like the black flag. It seemed like it belonged to a magic treasure.

This time, the Black Freak did not even sing a song. Instead, he just weirdly said the six words ”Om, Om, Mi, Roar” from his mouth and lightly waved the flag pole.

Lin Jin felt that it was very strange, this black clothed man was obviously a monk like the Demonic Cultivator, why did he have to chant the Buddhist incantation?

Before he could understand what was going on, he saw streams of white smoke coming out from the building and spreading to the whole prison.

Seeing this white gas, Lin Jin couldn't help but be shocked.

The black gas was formed from the resentment of the yin evil qi and the dead, but what was this white gas?