The sense of sacredness of the past was completely gone, as if the terrible darkness pouring out of the eighteenth layer of hell completely overwhelmed this quaint hall.

Wang Chaling walked into it slowly, and every time he took a step forward, he would leave black footprints, and the terrifying spirit contained in them, eroding the ground of the main hall.

Originally, it deliberately showed the emotions of some living people, although it was only imitated, but in the end, it also made Wang Chaling look like a ghost handler, rather than a complete ghost.

But now, the emotions of this effort are completely gone, numb, empty, with a terrifying dead silence, no different from a ghost.

Stepping into the main hall, Wang Chaling first looked at his phantom, his body moved slightly, and he came directly to the phantom, and his black and white palms were on it.

Wang Chaling, who has been searching the mountains for a long time and has controlled many powerful ghosts, has raised his own ability to a terrifying level, so without any unexpected circumstances, darkness poured out, and the phantom was swallowed up with the entire futon.

"I see."

There was a slight fluctuation in the numb eyes, learning is one of the most terrifying abilities of the ghost, and if you control a supernatural spirit, you will naturally learn the laws of the supernatural.

Just as the starving ghost devours the powerful ghost to control the law, devouring a quiet individual, he has mastered the same superposition method.

"But that's it."

A cold voice came out, and the supernatural connection had been found, which provided great convenience for the next action, and two revenant phantoms quietly appeared beside him, walking towards the individual corresponding to him, and with the blessing of Wang Chaling, they belonged to their own phantom devouring.

The situation of the revenant soul at this stage is very special, under the terrible power of the ghost, Zhang Dong can't resist, and the curse of the Wang family is naturally impossible to block, and has already turned into a "part" of Wang Chaling, but after doing so, Wang Chaling did not directly restrain the revenant, and still let them exist in a form that is not completely independent.

Of course, the current Wang Chaling was unwilling to do this, but the instinct from the core resisted it to gather all the souls of the dead.

After all, the current Wang Chaling is also a revenant, and he can't contain all the revenants, which means that he can't even fully control himself, it sounds like a joke, the terrible ghost who can touch Zhang Dong can't even control himself, and even the existence of this problem was discovered after it controlled the curse of the Wang family.

But that's the case, the biggest limitation of the ghost lies in its own laws, as strong as Yang Jian, didn't he also kill an ordinary person with almost zero strength in the seven-minute confrontation.

Seeing the return of the dead soul, Wang Chaling directly superimposed it on himself, unable to be directly restrained, but relying on his own authority, Wang Chaling can still command the dead soul at will: "It's just a small means before death, and when I get that puzzle, I can directly lift it, and I still want to use the dead soul to resurrect the dead, how can I have such a ridiculous idea when I was alive, and even set up such a core for this." ”

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Wang Chaling raised his head, looked ahead, and figured out the connection between the spirits, and the power of the ghost went directly up with the trend, but a little accident happened at a certain node.

I saw the phantom of Zhang Dong swaying slightly, and a strange scene was staged in the main hall, which was a gloomy forest, in the woods, an ancient mansion loomed, and the blood-colored lanterns made the ancient mansion look even more weird.

In the center of the lobby of the ancient mansion, there was a black and old Taishi chair, on which sat a thin and terrifying figure...... It was an old man who had been dead for a long time.

"Zhang Dong~!"

Wang Chaling revealed the identity of the dead old man, one of the seven elders of the Republic of China and the most powerful of the seven elders, forcibly suppressing the existence of an era.

This is not the fake that Qin Lao made with small means, but the real Zhang Dong, even if it is just a corpse after death, the terrifying power is enough to crush "everything" in this era.

Obviously, Wang Chaling's attempt to obtain the phantom of Zhang Dong directly crossed the space and touched this terrifying existence sitting in the ancient mansion, waiting for some unlucky egg to come.

Although the Hanging Mountain is extremely terrifying, Zhang Dong is not bad, and it can forcibly cross the time of sixty years, and naturally it can also cross the current space barrier.

"Now is not the time to collide with you, when I am done with all this, I will personally go to your time to fight you." Wang Chaling's expression remained unchanged, and terrifying spirits poured out, disturbing everything around him, cutting off the connection between the phantom and Zhang Dong.

In an ancient house.

A strange sound sounded, the old Taishi chair rubbed against the ground, and the terrifying old corpse stood up from the chair, one hand slightly raised, and was about to shake.

The strange phenomenon in the main hall began to dissipate, first of all, the scene where the old man was, then the ancient mansion, and finally the strange woods.

Looking at the ancient mansion that had returned to calm, the palm of the terrifying old corpse was slowly lowered, Zhang Dong in life might chase him out, but Zhang Dong in death would not do so.

All the means arranged before death are to let the resurrected ghosts stay in the ancient mansion in peace, so that this supernatural place can remain stable.

Meanwhile.

Buzz~Buzz~

In the Shangqing Palace, the supernatural has invaded the high platform, and the strange sound sounded suddenly, and a faint red light appeared in the darkness.

The next moment.

The Taoist on the high platform stood up, and the thin figure disappeared strangely, and a familiar humanoid figure took its place.

It's just that the humanoid figure is very vague, and every time a part is solidified, it will immediately collapse, as if there is some terrible force blocking it.

The strange chaotic mist began to fill, and the long sword hanging in all directions sank into the mist, and the space of the temple seemed to expand a lot.

"Killing, killing, trapping, and extermination...... Spirits can actually form formations? That's a good way to go, and maybe I can learn from it. ”

Wang Chaling is not worried about his own safety, the scene in front of him is terrifying, but with its power, not to mention easy to break, it doesn't take much effort.

It is very interested in the use of the supernatural formation, and such a supernatural use method has not been seen in the information it receives, so it is acceptable to spend some time for this.

"Anyway, I'm invincible in the world, so why not give them more time, it's just a death struggle, and after all, we have to face death."

As for the other self, if he meets him now, Wang Chaling will definitely take action directly, completely wipe it out, and turn it into his own food, but if he doesn't meet him now, it naturally doesn't matter.

Just like another Wang Chaling thinks, this one Wang Chaling also thinks the same way, but it is a question of whether there is emotion or not, no matter who succeeds, it will be Wang Chaling after all (end of this chapter)