Click!

The seemingly impregnable barrier turned out to be a crack.

The crack seemed to be synchronized with the crack on Li Mei's face.

Immediately afterward, more cracks appeared, until they spread all over the six walls.

At this time, a large number of cracks had appeared on Li Mei's face, which was as black as ink.

It's like a land that has been dry for a long time and has nectar dew.

Chen Mo guessed that this point probably had something to do with Li Mei's previous substantial emotions.

The crack on the barrier echoes the crack on Li Mei's face.

At this moment, the realm of wraiths looks shaky.

In fact, it is.

Blood-colored words suddenly appeared on the bronze ancient lamp.

[The destruction of the Resentful Spirit Realm may seem harmless, but it will actually have a certain impact on the world, which can be good or bad, and may make you tainted with a small part of cause and effect. 】

Chen Mo's soul trembled.

Causally?

The cause and effect of the human world are too difficult to fathom.

It's not an area he's in touch with right now.

It is not known what kind of cause it is, what kind of effect it will lead to, and whether it will be generated or destroyed.

"The bronze ancient lamp also seems to indirectly give a hint that the resentful spirit realm has the possibility of self-destruction."

Chen Mo knew it in his heart.

Li Mei's expression inside the barrier kept changing.

Its mood is arguably becoming more and more unstable, and there are too many signs of collapse.

Time passes.

Li Mei's emotions gradually enriched, and each emotion can be fully manifested in the realm of resentful spirits.

In just five minutes, thousands of emotions emerged.

These emotions are different from what came before.

This time, it was all negative emotions.

A lot of negative emotions filled the six barriers.

Chen Mo didn't feel any pressure.

Because the negative emotions born by Li Mei are all acting on her own face.

Click......

The crisp cracking sound kept ringing.

When there are so many cracks that it can no longer support Li Mei's face to maintain the status quo.

A pitch-black shard fell to the ground.

Bang bang bang......

Li Mei's face shattered in the blink of an eye, turning into black shards that fell on top of the barrier on the ground.

Blood-colored writing appears on the bronze lamp.

[There are still three minutes before you can recover as before, but it seems that this realm of resentful spirits will not last as long as three minutes.]

It is necessary to remind you that the shattering of the realm of the wraiths means that you have passed the eighth judgment of hell. But......

If you can't recover before the Wraith Realm is shattered, then only your soul will return to the Bridge of Mortality. 】

Chen Mo's soul shook violently.

When he returned to the bridge of this life in a soul state, he could have predicted what would happen.

The source of his strength is physical fitness, and once he does not have the support of his physical body, his soul is simply vulnerable.

The bridge in this life is not very peaceful, there is an endless sea of blood and countless negative emotions.

With only a soul, it is difficult for him to resist the invasion of negative emotions.

Without a physical body, even if he is rendered as a polluted body by negative emotions, he will never be strong.

He will probably become a lonely ghost, wandering aimlessly on the first floor of the fortress, and one day becoming nourishment for other pollutants.

"Li Mei!"

Chen Mo immediately made a sound.

At the same time, a wave of energy used to conceal his soul's aura vanished.

His position rippled through the air.

呲呲呲......

The black shards that fell from Li Mei's face trembled and quickly turned into thick black smoke.

Gradually, a young woman in a white dress appeared in the center of the Wraith Realm.

On top of the barriers, the rifts that kept appearing immediately stopped spreading.

Although the cracks in the wall are dense, they are not completely broken.

The woman in the white dress is naturally Li Mei.

At this moment, it looked puzzled, took a deep look at Chen Mo who had fallen to the ground, and then looked up at the place where soul fluctuations appeared.

"You're not dead?"

"I almost got tricked by you!"

Li Mei's tone really can't be considered friendly.

A subtle black aura swirled between its fingers, as if it was about to explode at any moment.

The surrounding walls also filled in countless cracks in an instant, and they were restored to their original state.

A strong smell of pollution permeated the field, gradually diluting the air.

Fortunately, Chen Mo is now in a soul state and doesn't need to breathe.

But when his happiness just appeared, an unknown force condensed into substance, completely enveloping his soul, and finally formed a dark red cocoon.

The dark red cocoon gradually hardens and condenses into an eggshell-like substance.

Blood-colored writing appears on the bronze lamp.

[The use of resentment is not only for the physical matter, but also for the illusory spirit. For example, the human soul.

Now you're wrapped in a small dome of pollution, and in just half an hour, you'll be hatched.

But after hatching, it is unknown what kind of creature you will be. 】

Chen Mo's soul instinctively wanted to struggle.

But it can't be done.

Although the eggshell was empty for the time being, his soul power was not strong, and even if he used up his strength to feed, he would not be able to break the eggshell.

As his emotions filled with despair, a dark red silk formed within the eggshell.

On top of the silk, there was a bright slime, and it looked disgusting.

Chen Mo wanted to dodge the silk, but his movement speed in the soul state was also much slower.

It's light, but it's really not fast.

Shout!

Silk jetted, entangled his soul and fixed him in the corner of the eggshell.

Woohoo......

More and more silk appeared, firmly anchoring his soul.

Until only the thick silk remained in the corner of the eggshell, and it was completely impossible to see Chen Mo through the gaps, the silk changed.

Airplanes!

Red rays flickered from the dense silk.

For Chen Mo, his soul trembled as if he had been electrocuted.

"I'm dead."

After the tremors, his soul sent such a message.

Airplanes!

The red glow flashed a second time.

His soul suffers a second critical blow.

This time, the form of his soul changed.

Two dark red spikes grew from his back.

When the spikes appear, they seem to be inextricably linked to the heavy silk, from which they are constantly ingested with the smell of pollution.

As the polluted aura entered his soul, Chen Mo's consciousness gradually blurred.

The ideas he had been carrying out were slowly being withdrawn.

Airplanes!

For the third time, there was a flash of red on the silk.

This time, a terrifying amount of polluted aura condensed into substantial red smoke, which appeared around Chen Mo's body and quickly merged into his soul.

Like an inflated balloon, he suddenly grew.

His soul was stuck dead on silk.

Fortunately, the silk has excellent elasticity and has not been broken.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A clear and audible heartbeat resounded through the small dome, as if a reborn life was being conceived.

At this moment, blood-colored words appeared on the bronze ancient lamp.