The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 260 The Broken World

Wen Zhong couldn't move at the moment, and as the biting cold continued to spread, he only felt that his thinking had gradually stagnated.

If it wasn't for the fact that the spiritual power of this ruined temple hadn't completely disappeared, and if his own spiritual power hadn't started to recover, Wen Zhong would have already died of this mortal curse by now.

"Mang... Mang... Feng..."

However, when Wen Zhong was thinking hard about how to break the situation, a series of low and hoarse voices suddenly came from behind him.

Wen Zhong was very familiar with this voice, and he was no stranger to the words that he read out. It was the prison breaking spirit seal engraved on the wall of this ruined temple before.

He had previously suspected that someone was saving ghosts in this ruined temple. After all, the scriptures were used for doing things to save ghosts.

Moreover, this is also the place where the third stage of the ceremony is held. Wen Zhong would not be surprised if some ghost masters have made some strange arrangements here.

As the voice from behind became clearer, Wen Zhong could only feel a warm current pouring into his body, constantly fighting against the cold that invaded his body.

The originally cold and stiff body gradually regained consciousness at this moment.

"How did this happen? Could it be that this clay ghost is helping me, or that I accidentally triggered the backhand left by a certain ghost master?"

Too late to think about it.

After Wen Zhong regained control of his body, he immediately raised a pale and stiff ghost hand, and then he aimed at the palm holding the wooden door of the ruined temple without hesitation, and twisted it down hard.

Just such a twist.

In an instant, the space of the entire ruined temple seemed to be like a basin of clear water thrown into stones, with ripples, and time seemed to stand still for a second at this moment.

"Kakaka-"

There was a series of sounds of bones being crushed.

The palms that were originally bloody and bloody were being kneaded together in an extremely strange posture as if they had fallen into a meat grinder.

At the same time, the whimpering outside the door gradually subsided, and the whole ruined temple returned to calm again.

"Huh...huh..."

Wen Zhong gasped heavily, blood dripping down the corner of his mouth to the ground, staining the soil under his feet red.

After recovering the supernatural power, losing the internal organs is no longer fatal. After all, Wen Zhong is now regarded as a half alien in the supernatural circle. He can survive only by supernatural power, and the weakness of the living has been gradually abandoned by him.

Although the spiritual confrontation just now was dangerous, Wen Zhong undoubtedly had the upper hand.

The ghost outside the door has been restrained. Although the broken one still twitched slightly, it no longer poses a threat to him.

However, this also proves one thing.

The ghost outside the door is not the danger hidden in Qingchen Mountain.

"It should be attracted to this ruined temple for some reason, is it because of the clay ghost, um... what is this?"

Just as Wen Zhong was thinking carefully, he suddenly discovered that his feet were covered by scarlet muddy dust at some point, and this strange dust was still wriggling, bit by bit along his body. The calves spread upward.

It's the clay ghost!

Seeing this, Wen Zhong was not in a hurry to get away, he turned his head slightly, but saw a horrifying scene.

I saw that the face of this clay ghost, which was originally extremely simple, became lifelike at this moment, and the terrifyingly distorted face was exactly the same as him.

The clay ghost's face turned into Wen Zhong, and there were several cracks on its face, and there seemed to be something spinning restlessly in it.

And a rotten arm made of mud was stretching out at an incomprehensible length, about to touch his back.

Wen Zhong was taken aback, and wanted to use his ghost-twisting supernatural powers to try to restrain this terrifying clay ghost, so as to give himself a chance to fight back.

But before the spirit of the ghost hand touched the opponent, he found that the clay ghost had no other movements, as if... was bound by another spiritual force and remained motionless.

I saw a few light golden chains protruding from the wall behind the clay ghost, tightly bound this terrifying ghost one layer after another.

At the same time, the intermittent singing gradually became clearer, echoing in this small ruined temple.

"In the vast Fengdu, there are many King Kong Mountains."

"Lingbao has infinite light, and the hole illuminates the lake of fire."

"Three souls and seven souls, accompanied by fragrant clouds and streamers."

"Dinghui green lotus, reborn in the world of gods and immortals."

The source of this supernatural power is the prison-breaking spirit seal engraved on the wall.

Wen Zhong didn't expect that these few words saved him in the end.

He could feel the horror of the clay ghost in front of him, but it was so easily restrained now, the contrast between the two even made Wen Zhong feel unreal.

Everything happened too fast, this kind of spiritual confrontation was quite dangerous and deadly, because he found that the body of this clay ghost was still slightly expanding and contracting.

Obviously, these light golden chains can't completely restrain this terrifying ghost.

"This ghost is changing so fast, is it my behavior that triggers its killing pattern, or..."

Just when Wen Zhong bowed his head in thought, he suddenly found that the scene in front of him was divided into two halves.

Immediately afterwards, the scene in front of him was scattered and shattered like broken mirrors one after another.

"what!"

Wen Zhong's face changed drastically, and the ghost domain made of mold instantly tore open his skin, and the bloody smell mixed with musty smell quickly filled this weird ruined temple.

However, it didn't work.

The shattering of the scene continued, and it seemed to be an attack on him alone.

Earth-shattering dizziness occupied Wen Zhong's mind, as if a person who doesn't know how to drink has downed ten catties of liquor in one breath, and even standing up straight seemed like a luxury.

The surrounding scene has been shattered into powder.

Behind this layer of powder, the darkness that invaded from nowhere was like a swamp, completely enveloping Wen Zhong in just an instant.

dizziness.

Not only the internal organs, but even the ghost he controlled was almost thrown out of his body.

He could no longer feel his hands, or even his skin.

Wen Zhong can barely feel the ghostly pupils that have been stolen from the thinking ghost, but that's all.

The darkness has completely enveloped Wen Zhong.

From time to time in this boundless darkness, he would see a distorted mud face, accompanied by a body that was constantly expanding and shrinking, approaching him in the darkness, as if trying to strangle him or replace him.

At the same time, he could also see a few lines of words emitting a faint golden light, as if they were protecting him.

And when Shun Jian's consciousness was completely submerged, a figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar appeared in front of him.

"Ugh……"

Accompanied by a shallow sigh, Wen Zhong finally fainted completely.

But this figure is no stranger to him.

That was his second uncle.

Wen Tianxin.

(End of this chapter)