There are too many mysteries contained in these two interconnected closed burial chambers, and Ming Chuan combed through them for a long time, only to feel that his mind was still in chaos. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He looked down at the coffin in front of him, the coffin still maintained its original appearance, and he couldn't see any changes.

If time had reset here, why hadn't the two coffins returned to the way they had been when they first came in, but if it had nothing to do with time, the reason why the seven coffins below had been able to return to their original positions was because of some hidden mechanism, but that would not explain why the broken lid had been able to return to its original state.

All the visions that happened here were related to the chaotic time and space, but Ming Chuan still couldn't figure out what was going on.

What is the purpose of the circle of coffins?

Where did Shi Qing, Dahua and Maruko go?

Ming Chuan felt that he should go back to the tomb below to see what was going on.

Re-entering the downward-facing staircase, the winding stairway looked very long in the dark, and there was no end in sight.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, Mingchuan always felt that the staircase became more and more narrow, the curved arc became larger, the curves became more and more, and even the surrounding walls seemed to become less flat, like a wrinkled water surface with undulating waves.

Ming Chuan was sure that he was not mistaken, this corridor was different from the corridor he had traveled many times before.

He turned to look behind him, and the staircase was like a living snake, winding and swaddling, slowly wriggling, swaying from side to side, shrinking little by little, squeezing at him as he moved.

Ming Chuan was startled, he didn't want to be crushed to death by a corridor here for no reason.

He picked up speed and ran downward.

The ground shook and swayed, and Ming Chuan only felt unsteady on his feet when he ran, feeling that he was not running on the ground, but running inside the belly of a snake.

He remembered the time when he had been devoured by the earthworm troll.

A thought flashed through his mind, and before he could catch it, the ground shook suddenly. As if stimulated by something, he swung his tail back and forth, and the amplitude was extremely violent.

Mingchuan was unsteady on his feet, and his body slammed into the wall as the ground shook, but the wall also undulated, bouncing him to the other side.

Mingchuan staggered forward as he staggered back and forth between the walls on both sides. The staircase, which originally stretched downward, also lost its original direction in the undulating waves, and I don't know whether it was up or down, and the space became more and more strange.

The gray rocks looked like ice cream about to melt, making the surrounding walls thin and soft, and Ming Chuan's footsteps were on the ground or the side walls, and even his shoes were almost stuck to the half-melted walls.

Soon, to Mingchuan's surprise, not only behind him, but also the passage in front of him began to shrink and squeeze towards the middle.

Mingchuan immediately fell into a predicament where he could not advance or retreat.

The front and back squeezes were still approaching him, constantly compressing the space he could stand on, and if it continued, it wouldn't take him a few minutes before he would be crushed by the winding and twisting corridor.

In a hurry, Ming Chuan turned his hand and called out the net bell and shook it vigorously twice.

The ringing of the net bell did not play any role, and the two ends of the shaking corridor were still compressing towards him little by little.

Ming Chuan had to take out the rune paper and quickly set up a defensive circle in the direction he was originally advancing, wanting to block it through the circle.

As the ground and walls were constantly shaking, he could only throw the runes directly into the air as before, using the flow of energy to fix their positions.

A pale golden transparent barrier formed in midair, swaying slightly in front of him, like the surface of the water when it was blown by a breeze.

Behind the barrier, the gray passage was like a monster's intestines, wriggling and squeezing towards him.

The light of the barrier flickered as the gray half-melted wall touched the golden barrier, and the wall's movements seemed to pause for a moment. Then, it was crushed again.

The barrier formed by the circle was like a layer of fragile glass in front of the wriggling wall, which shattered directly into pieces.

Ming Chuan had no choice but to retreat, but the passage behind him had closed, and he took two steps back and there was no way to retreat.

The whole passage was like a towel that was gradually tightening, and Mingchuan was squeezed in the middle, watching the walls in front and back, left and right pressing towards him.

The wall was already attached to him, slowly crushing towards the middle.

He only felt the bones in his body make a "creaking" sound, every bone was in severe pain, and every muscle was under tremendous pressure due to the squeezing.

Ming Chuan resisted with all his might, but even with all his strength, he could not resist the pressure of the surrounding walls.

He hasn't figured out what's going on in this space, so he's going to die here like this?

The desire to survive made him unwilling in the bottom of his heart, but no matter how unwilling he was, in the face of extreme power, this unwillingness seemed particularly useless.

Just like when he was in the belly of the "earthworm" before, when facing an external force that threatened his life, the ghost qi in Ming Chuan's body spontaneously operated, overflowing from the pores of his body, forming a pale black smoke around him, enveloping him in it.

The pressure around seems to have lessened a bit, but the pressure is still there, and it continues to squeeze towards the middle.

Fortunately, the walls softened a lot, and after the pressure became less, it was as if he was being squeezed by a mass of sponge, and the pain in his body was reduced, so that he could get time to breathe.

The energy of the ghost qi seems to be more effective than the barrier of the magic circle, and it is useless to use the net bell before.

What the hell is this space......

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Mingchuan's mind, and he remembered something.

Why didn't he think of it before? The Pure Bell can purify all filth, since even the bell has no effect, that is, these powers do not carry any filth.

The energies of this world can be broadly divided into angry and ghostly energy, which are like two sides of a coin, both at odds with each other and inseparable. Human exorcists and ghosts, as long as the energy released directly without the help of tools and instruments belong to these two types. And whether they are angry or ghostly, as long as they are aggressive, it is impossible not to be tainted.

Unless this power is different from other kinds of power in the world, it is neither a ghost nor an anger.

Anger and ghostly energy, to put it bluntly, are the energy of the things that exist in this world, such as light, heat, wind, and life...... It can be divided into the categories of these two dimensions, which constitute the foundation of the entire world, maintain the balance of life in the world, and make this world endless.

In addition to this, there are also some very special energies that do not fall into this category. For example, the power of space.