Wen Zhong could not move at this moment. As the biting cold continued to spread, he felt that his thinking was gradually stagnating.
If it weren't for the supernatural power of this ruined temple that hadn't completely disappeared, and if it hadn't been for the fact that his own supernatural power hadn't begun to revive, I'm afraid Wen Zhong would have died of this mortal curse.
"Mang...Mang...Feng..."
However, just as Wen Zhong was thinking hard about how to break the situation, a series of low and hoarse voices suddenly came from behind him.
This voice was very familiar to Wenzhong, and the words he read were also familiar to him. It was the prison-breaking seal that had been carved on the wall of this ruined temple.
He had previously suspected that someone was trying to save evil ghosts in this ruined temple. After all, the scriptures were used for salvation.
Moreover, this is also the place where the third stage ceremony is held. Wen Zhong would not be surprised at all if a ghost controller had made some strange arrangements here.
As the voice from behind became clearer, Wen Zhong felt a warm current pouring into his body, constantly fighting against the coldness that invaded his body.
The originally cold and stiff body gradually regained consciousness at this moment.
"Why is this happening? Could it be that this clay ghost is helping me, or is it that I have inadvertently triggered the back-up plan left behind by a certain ghost controller?"
No time to think too much.
After Wen Zhong regained control of his body, he immediately raised a pale and stiff ghost hand, and then without hesitation he aimed at the palm holding the wooden door of the ruined temple and twisted it down hard.
Just a twist.
In an instant, the entire space of the ruined temple seemed like a basin of clear water with stones thrown into it, causing ripples. Time seemed to have stopped for a second at this moment.
"Kakaka-"
There was a series of sounds of bones being crushed.
The palms, which were originally bloody, now seemed to have fallen into a meat grinder and were being kneaded together in an extremely weird posture.
At the same time, the whimpering outside the door gradually subsided, and the entire ruined temple became peaceful again.
"Huh...huh..."
Wen Zhong gasped, and blood kept dripping from the corner of his mouth to the ground, dyeing the soil under his feet red.
After regaining his supernatural power, losing his organs is no longer fatal. After all, Wen Zhong is now considered half an alien in the supernatural circle. He can survive only by relying on his supernatural power. He has gradually abandoned the weaknesses of living people.
Although the supernatural confrontation just now was dangerous, Wen Zhong undoubtedly had the upper hand.
The evil ghost outside the door has been restrained. Although the crushed one is still twitching slightly, it no longer poses a threat to him.
However, this also proves one thing.
The fierce ghost outside the door is not the danger hidden in Qingchen Mountain.
"It should have been attracted to this ruined temple for some reason. Is it because of the clay ghost? Well... what is this?"
Just as Wen Zhong was thinking carefully, he suddenly discovered that his feet were wrapped in scarlet muddy dust at some point, and this strange dust was still squirming, bit by bit along his feet. The calves spread upward.
It's that clay ghost!
When Wen Zhong saw this, he was not in a hurry to get away. He turned his head slightly, but he saw an extremely horrifying scene.
I saw that the extremely simple face of this clay sculpture ghost turned out to be lifelike at this moment, and the terrifying and twisted face turned out to look exactly like him.
The face of the clay sculpture ghost turned into Wen Zhong, and several cracks appeared on its face, as if something was turning restlessly.
And a rotten arm made of soil was stretching out at an incomprehensible length, about to touch his back.
Wen Zhong was shocked and wanted to use his supernatural power to try to restrain this terrifying clay ghost, so as to give himself a chance to fight back.
But before the ghost hand's supernatural power came into contact with the opponent, he found that the clay sculpture ghost had no other movements, as if... it was restrained by another supernatural force and remained motionless.
Only a few pale golden chains were seen extending from the wall behind the clay sculpture ghost, tightly binding this terrifying ghost layer by layer.
At the same time, the originally intermittent chanting gradually became clearer, echoing in this small ruined temple.
"In the vast Fengdu, there are numerous Vajra Mountains."
"The immeasurable light of the spiritual treasure shines brightly in the flaming pool."
"Three souls merge with seven souls, and the body is accompanied by fragrant clouds and banners."
"Dinghui Qinglianhua, rebirth in the world of gods and immortals."
The source of this supernatural power is the prison-breaking seal carved on the wall.
Wen Zhong did not expect that these few words would save him in the end.
He could feel the terror of the clay ghost in front of him, but now it was so easily restrained. The contrast between the two even gave Wen Zhong an unreal feeling.
Everything happened too fast, and this supernatural confrontation was quite dangerous and fatal, because he found that the clay ghost's body was still expanding and contracting slightly.
Obviously, these pale golden chains cannot completely restrain this terrifying ghost.
"This evil ghost changes so fast. Did some of my actions trigger its murderous pattern, or..."
Just when Wen Zhong lowered his head and thought deeply, he suddenly found that the scene in front of him was divided into two halves.
Immediately afterwards, the scene in front of him turned out to be like broken mirrors, scattered and broken.
"What!"
Wen Zhong's expression changed drastically, and the ghost realm made of mold instantly cracked his skin. The smell of blood mixed with the smell of mold quickly filled this strange ruined temple.
But it didn't work.
The fragmentation of the scene continued, and it seemed to be an attack on him alone.
Earth-shaking dizziness occupied Wen Zhong's mind, as if a person who didn't know how to drink drank ten kilograms of liquor in one breath. Even standing up straight seemed like a luxury.
The surrounding scene has been shattered into powder.
After this layer of powder, the darkness that invaded from nowhere was like a swamp, completely surrounding Wen Zhong in just an instant.
dizziness.
Not only his internal organs, but even the evil ghost he controlled was about to be thrown out of his body.
He could no longer feel his hands, or even his skin.
Only after stealing some of the supernatural ghost pupils from the thinking ghost, Wen Zhong could still barely feel it, but that was all.
Darkness has completely enveloped Wen Zhong.
From time to time in the boundless darkness, he would see a twisted clay face, with its expanding and shrinking body constantly approaching him in the darkness, as if it was trying to strangle him or replace him.
At the same time, he could also see a few lines of words exuding a faint golden light, as if to protect him.
And just as his consciousness completely sank, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared in front of him.
"well……"
With a shallow sigh, Wen Zhong finally fainted completely.
But this back view was no stranger to him.
That's his second uncle.
Wen Tianxin.
