The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 77 The last spiritual position

Inside the Taiping Ancestral Hall.

The incense exuding a strange aroma is burning slowly and the white mist is lingering, giving the room a fairyland feel.

But instead of feeling comfortable, everyone felt a sense of oppression.

Dozens of souls are placed quietly on the table, appearing harmless to humans and animals, but in fact they store the souls of many top ghost masters over the past few hundred years.

"Destroy these spiritual tablets as soon as possible before any changes occur!" Zhang Dong looked nervous and motioned for others to take action immediately.

He raised his hands and waved them quickly towards the spirit tablet. The interference ability took effect immediately. The spirit tablet lost color in an instant, turning from brown to gray, then slowly became transparent, and finally was completely erased.

Li Qingzhi's eyes narrowed, and he raised the hatchet and struck the spiritual tablets one after another.

The dismemberment of the hatchet is particularly terrifying. When it cuts on the wooden spiritual tablet, it is like cutting on tofu, easily splitting it into two halves.

After being dismembered by the supernatural power, the shattered soul began to lose its color and turned into an ordinary thing.

Luo Qian and Zhang Bohua did not hesitate and used their own strength to deal with the remaining spiritual positions.

Although the ghost master behind each spiritual position is very powerful, now it only contains the power of summoning souls, and can be completely destroyed with simple means.

Soon, with the efforts of everyone, the dozens of spiritual tablets were quickly reduced, leaving only the last ten in the row near the wall.

At this time, it seemed that the ancestral hall felt that the spiritual position was under attack, or someone discovered what was going on here. The white smoke filling the room quickly became thicker.

"The incense is burning faster, we have to hurry up!"

Zhang Bohua was the first to notice this anomaly. He stared at the incense burners on both sides. Nearly two-thirds of the incense inside had been burned, and the remaining part was being consumed rapidly.

The supernatural interference was too serious. Some kind of force was deliberately blocking his perception. He couldn't see what would happen after the incense was completely burned out.

But certainly not a good thing.

The white mist in the air persisted and began to gather gradually, forming a human silhouette standing at the door of the ancestral hall.

His limbs and head became clearer, and his waist was hunched, making him look like an old man.

"Ugh!"

The man formed by the condensed white smoke actually sighed, and his voice was extremely haggard, accompanied by a little vicissitudes of life and sorrow, as if it was spoken by a dying person with his last breath.

His appearance became more and more clear, and his clothes were layered. His white body seemed to be colored, and the colors of flesh and clothing began to appear, giving him a vague appearance of a living person.

When the white smoke completely condensed together, the old man's figure emerged completely.

At this time, Zhang Dong and others had no time to take into account his existence, but quickly processed the last few pieces of spiritual tablets. When only the last piece in the center was left on the table, the old man made of white smoke looked back at everyone, and said sadly road:
"Let's go! He's coming back!"

Then, the old man limped toward the outside of the house. When he came to the center of the yard, he glanced around, as if he was nostalgic for this old place.

After a few seconds, his figure collapsed and turned into white smoke again and dissipated in the air.

Suddenly.

Just as Zhang Dong waved his hand toward the last spiritual tablet, something incredible happened.

Before the interference ability came into play, the spirit position actually became transparent and quickly disappeared.

"Successful?" Li Qingzhi's expression changed, showing a bit of joy. He thought the last piece had been erased by Zhang Dong.

Zhang Dong's expression suddenly changed: "No, it disappeared on its own."

"Everyone, be careful! The old man just said that someone is coming back. I'm afraid the soul summoning has been completed without our knowledge, and it should be the person with the last piece of soul." Zhang Bohua frowned, showing a bit of nervousness, and at the same time used With the ability of herding ghosts, he controlled the collision ghost to rush here quickly.

He had a hunch that the person summoned by this last spiritual bit would definitely be a terrifying existence.

suddenly.

It seemed that his words came to light, and earth-shaking changes suddenly occurred in the room.

A gust of cold wind blew in from nowhere and swept across the house along with countless yellow papers, making everyone unable to open their eyes.

"boom!"

The door of the palace was also closed tightly at this moment. There was a loud noise when the door was closed, and the movement even shocked out the light.

The room immediately fell into darkness, and the originally fragrant smell was replaced by a smell of corpses.

Everyone's hearts trembled, their whole bodies tensed up, and they looked around vigilantly, ready to prepare for the coming danger.

After a few seconds.

The darkness disappeared and everything lit up again.

But the surrounding area is no longer a palace, but has become a space similar to a supernatural place. Wherever you look, there are yellow papers flying rapidly. The trajectory of the yellow papers is a space of tens of square meters, attracting everyone. Confined inside.

Everyone's eyes narrowed deeply, and they saw an old man's figure emerging directly in front of them.

"I'm alive again?"

This man looked to be hundreds of years old, with gleaming white hair, but his face under the hair was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were lifeless, showing a bit of doubt and surprise, "The spiritualist in Taiping Town finally Dead?"

"After sleeping for so long, what year is it now?" The old man raised his hands and looked at it, then turned his head to look in a certain direction and sighed slightly: "It's a pity that the spiritual tablet was damaged, otherwise my three brothers would also be alive. come over."

He said to himself, not paying attention to everyone at all.

Zhang Dong frowned and stared at this dead soul from an unknown age.

On him, he felt unprecedented supernatural signs. Just standing there, the ghosts in everyone's bodies seemed to be sleeping.

Only Zhang Dong was not affected.

"I can't see through him, but he is a very dangerous person. Moreover, from his words, I speculate that this person should be an enemy." Zhang Bohua was also facing a powerful enemy at this moment, showing unprecedented seriousness.

"The grave soil in my body is a little restless, which is a sign of recovery." Luo Qian also agreed, his cheeks were constantly scattering grave soil due to excessive tension.

Even though he became a stranger, under the influence of this dead soul, he actually felt revived.

"It's better to strike first!" Li Qingzhi suddenly shouted. He thought that he would kill the dead soul first before he had time to adapt.

And this is exactly what Zhang Dong meant.

In an instant.

The supernatural power in everyone burst out at the same time, without any intention of showing mercy. They knew that if they were weak in a confrontation of this level, they would definitely die.

Many overlapping ghosts appeared behind Li Qingzhi, quickly superimposed on the dismemberment of the hatchet. Not only that, within a radius of several meters, black spots began to appear on the ground. These black spots were all the ghosts from the past brought by the restart ghost. Shadows squirmed from the ground and walked towards Li Qingzhi's body.

The two superimposed abilities instantly raised the hatchet's dismemberment to a terrifying level.

Luo Qian's face on the other side became angry, and the smelly grave soil began to ooze out from under his feet. Four old graves were quickly erected around everyone. These old graves were larger than before, and they were full of suppressive power. horrifying.At the same time, the grave soil was also spreading forward, spreading a thick layer on the ground. The supernatural power emitted even changed the space about ten centimeters from the ground, and the yellow paper flying in the sky spontaneously moved away from there.

He has artificially created a supernatural place composed of grave soil. Although the current scope is small and the influence is not great, it is enough to show the potential of the grave soil.

"Anyone who steps on this layer of grave soil will be ruthlessly pulled into this carefully prepared death tomb."

After doing all this, Luo Qian's dead face stared forward again, and behind him was an old tomb nearly three meters high. There was also a blank stone tablet erected in front of the tomb, exuding a somewhat strange aura.

"It's here!"

As Zhang Bohua's stern eyes looked in a certain direction, two pale yellow lights suddenly lit up there, followed closely by a body like a mountain of flesh that hit a person.

Its speed was very fast, and almost as soon as Zhang Bohua's voice fell, it came into contact with the dead soul, but the latter did not show any fear.

Zhang Dong's expression changed, he raised his hands and waved them, and his interference ability was displayed together with other people's supernatural powers.

It wasn't until this moment that the dead soul turned his head slightly and glanced at everyone with his lifeless eyes.

"Oh, I see, it's 400 years later."

After saying that, his half-open eyes suddenly widened, as if he had used some incomprehensible supernatural power to gather all the yellow paper from all directions in front of him, forming a paper wall.

The thick paper wall blocked his figure, forming an insurmountable barrier that directly blocked the collision of the collision ghost and forcibly changed its direction.

After the collision failed, the silhouette of the collision ghost was once again submerged in the pale yellow light, and it readjusted its route and planned to do it again.

at this time.

The hatchet's dismemberment ability followed closely behind. It had been stacked hundreds of times and was enough to cut through any supernatural or even S-level ghost. However, when Li Qingzhi slashed at the paper wall, he felt a terrifying resistance. .

This knife was like cutting on a steel plate. It only made a small hole in the yellow paper wall and was stuck tightly, unable to continue downward.

"Impossible" Li Qingzhi's eyes suddenly widened, he couldn't believe that a hatchet with such high attack power couldn't cut through this layer of yellow paper.

But he soon discovered an anomaly. It was not that the supernatural power of the paper wall was too powerful, but that the yellow paper affected the hatchet, causing the number just added to become one again.

Yellow paper seems to eliminate the superimposition between supernatural beings.

At this time, Luo Qian's supernatural power immediately followed, and the grave soil on the ground spread quickly. When it was about one meter away from the deceased soul, it broke away from the ground and gradually condensed into the appearance of an old grave.

"Don't be too greedy, you can't bury him!" Zhang Bohua said sternly.

Although he couldn't see through the secrets of the dead souls, he knew Luo Qian's abilities very well. There was no way Luo Qian could summon a huge tomb to bury him so easily.

However, Luo Qian did not obey. His expression suddenly changed. He raised his right hand with his palm facing up. He changed his target and directly exerted supernatural power on the yellow paper.

The pieces of yellow paper softened incredibly, turning into balls of grave soil and falling down. Coupled with Zhang Dong's erasing ability, the yellow paper wall became thinner and thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its supernatural power was greatly reduced.

Although it is not enough to break through the barrier instantly, it has already had an effect.

At the same time, the collision ghost that had just changed direction struck again. This time it was faster and had more supernatural power contained in the impact.

Success seemed within reach.

However, before everyone could get excited for a second, the dead soul behind the wall suddenly shouted angrily: "How outrageous! These young people who don't know the heights of the world! They dare to use this measure against me!"

This sound contained a terrifying supernatural power, blowing towards everyone like a strong wind, instantly blowing away all the gathered grave soil, and forcibly reversing the path of the ghost that hit the person, causing it to be thrown away, and even the ghost of Li Qingzhi was thrown away. All blown away from the body.

Only Zhang Dong felt better. He still straightened his body and barely moved backwards.

"It's a pity that I have too few abilities to use, otherwise I wouldn't have made you so miserable!" The dead soul's tone was particularly cold, like a ghost speaking, "In this case, I will borrow your future abilities for the time being!"

After that, he removed the yellow paper wall and allowed it to fly in the small space again. His figure reappeared and immediately stared at Luo Qian. The original white eyes suddenly turned black.

And the black pupils actually reflected a dim and boundless cemetery.

Immediately afterwards, the yellow paper flying around also changed, and the red characters originally scrawled on the yellow paper also turned into an old tomb.

After a few seconds.

The dead soul seemed to have gained some kind of power, raising its head and looking blankly behind everyone.

At some point, an endless cemetery appeared there. Everywhere you looked, there were old graves exuding a strange aura. The ground was covered with a thick layer of grave soil, and there were scattered graves among the graves. The dead branches and leaves seemed to smell like death.

Everyone also noticed that this powerful supernatural force appeared out of thin air, and their hearts trembled, and they couldn't help but be shocked.

This dead soul actually possessed Luo Qian's grave for a short period of time, and even forcibly opened the passage to the cemetery, a supernatural place.

No.

He does not possess the supernatural power of Luo Qian now, but Luo Qian in the future!
"It's been a long time since I've set foot in this land of death," the dead soul said in a low voice, and then imitated Luo Qian and raised his right hand, palm facing up, targeting Luo Qian.

An unspeakable terror surged out of Luo Qian's heart and quickly spread throughout his body. At this moment, his body seemed to be stiff.

His limbs were rapidly festering, his skin was split open, and all the grave soil hidden under his skin was pouring out.

But the grave soil was not under his control, but spontaneously formed an old grave to bury him.

A huge old tomb suddenly appeared in less than a second.

Then, the tomb disappeared out of thin air in an incredible way. When it reappeared, it was already standing in an inconspicuous place in the endless cemetery.

After Luo Qian disappeared, the illusory cemetery closed instantly.

This scene made Zhang Dong and others stunned. They had already been mentally prepared. The dead souls of this old era must be very terrifying, but they did not expect that they could reach such a point.

Zhang Dong's eyes were deeply focused, and an uneasiness appeared in his heart, which quickly expanded. His face was unusually cold, and he raised his hand and waved it at the dead soul, using the maximum erasure ability.

The weird thing is.

The dead soul was not affected at all. The looming figure did not disappear as expected, but still looked lifeless.

"What a joke."

Zhang Dong was no longer calm at this moment, his eyes widened.

The interference ability has never failed, but at this time, it cannot erase this dead soul!
The dead soul didn't seem to pay attention to his attack, but acquired Li Qingzhi's ability in the blink of an eye.

His eyes became extremely dark, and a shadow actually stood up behind the dim body. This shadow was extremely burly, even larger than Li Qingzhi's ghost.

Then, he turned his head slightly, revealed his terrifying eyes, stared at Zhang Dong and said:

"What an incredible young man. I can't take away your future abilities."

"But it doesn't matter. You can't hurt me at all, because I exist in the past."

(End of this chapter)