Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 231 Forgetting (18)
Yang Jian decided not to wait any longer, his gaze falling on the base of the spear, where a coffin nail covered in rust was embedded.

"Use coffin nails to decide the outcome with one blow, nail him to death directly."

At this moment, the priest seemed to sense the danger, took a few steps back, and his entire body merged into the white light.

"Yang Jian, I know what you're thinking."

This is his own ghost realm, a projection of "heaven".

With a hint of wariness in his tone, he looked at Yang Jian and said, "The whole world knows about your feat of nailing down the starving ghost. I have reason to suspect that you have another coffin nail in your possession, so it's impossible for me not to be wary of this trick of yours."

Although he said that, the priest's figure had already disappeared into the white light. It seems that he was still afraid that Yang Jian would kill him with a single nail.

"is it?"

Yang Jian stood in mid-air, expressionless, and slowly raised the long spear in his hand.

"Knowing is one thing, but whether I can stop you is another. I can keep a starving ghost under control, let alone you."

Rain began to fall from the sky, cold and carrying a nauseating stench of decay.

The raindrops fell to the ground, but instead of splashing water, they created clusters of faintly burning black flames.

The flames devoured each other, and soon the ground was blackened. The black flames quickly covered the area, and the whole world seemed to have been dragged into hell.

Just then, the black fire on the ground suddenly burst forth, spreading wildly and almost out of control.

Yang Jian's expression changed slightly; the spread of the black fire just now was not something he had actively intervened in.

He still can't be sure how much of the black fire he has mastered, but with each use, the black fire gets one step closer to full revival.

This feeling is strange, as if Blackfire has chosen the most favorable condition for its revival among countless timelines.

This has led to Yang Jian using black fire relatively infrequently, but he still carefully avoids risks.

"I can't control that much."

Yang Jian's gaze darkened, and a scarlet light burst forth from his body.

“I could kill him in a second if I dragged him into those woods.”

On the other side, the light had been compressed into a small patch, and the priest looked horrified. He had just tried to neutralize the strange black fire.

But no sooner had he had this thought than the black flames rushed toward him as if they had gone out of control.

"Sweat?" He raised his hand to wipe the water from his forehead.

"No, it's that rain that's already starting to fall into my ghost realm."

The priest realized the seriousness of the problem.

The ring above their heads began to spin wildly, and at the same time, in the distance within that white light, the enormous human face also began to slowly turn its head.

The priest realized that Yang Jian was getting serious; against an opponent of this caliber, the outcome could be decided in an instant.

He was highly focused, observing the weapon in Yang Jian's hand, but the intense crimson color, almost solidified, blocked his vision.

"If he launches an attack, which weapon will he choose, or will he use both to attack me simultaneously?"

His mind was frantically predicting Yang Jian's actions.

"Dismembering myself. Although the coffin nails are terrifying, they can only suppress one ghost at a time. By using supernatural superimpositions to mislead him, I prevent him from determining my true location."

The next second, the medium was formed, and a subtle sense of dislocation appeared in the space.

Both of them sensed it at the same time; the ghost realms collided, each probing the other, waiting for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

The Ghost Lake was relentlessly squeezing out the space the priest could move around in, and a black, vicious dog was faintly visible in the rain, staring at the priest and howling.

The priest frowned slightly. "What exactly does he want to do?"

Countless supernatural events that inevitably lead to death intertwine, but it must be said that the vengeful spirit controlled by the priest himself is indeed bizarre. Even at this level, the white light around him continues to shine, and even ghost dreams cannot invade it.

Immediately afterwards, black flames suddenly rose up from the ground, gradually burning away the thick smoke overhead.

The sky in the main film was painted a deep red.

In mid-air, Yang Jian raised his hand. "Disperse!"

After a deep, muffled thud, the sky first lit up, then suddenly went dark again, plunging the entire world into complete darkness.

The view is upside down, the entire space is spinning.

In the sky, a verdant forest is clearly visible in the reflection of Ghost Lake.

Yang Jian stood there, holding a long spear, his lifeless eyes fixed on the priest.

"Where is this?!"

In a split second, the priest’s position shifted, and when he came to his senses, he was standing in the woods.

The ground beneath my feet was no longer ruins, but a patch of damp, muddy earth.

His face showed surprise and uncertainty. He still possessed a supernatural power, but Heaven could no longer sense it.

But this space seemed extremely unstable; not far away, the door to room 301 still stood there quietly, without any change.

Opposite them was a terrifying, pitch-black ghost, whose features could still be vaguely discerned amidst the raging black flames burning on its head.

He raised his hand, holding the spear above his head.

This action caused the priest's pupils to contract sharply.

The thought that I would die in the next second instantly popped into my mind.

But at that moment, Yang Jian suddenly froze and stopped moving.

The medium was severed, and the world began to disintegrate. The forest began to collapse, the ground became distorted, and the surrounding scenery vanished rapidly as if it had been washed away by water.

It was a deep hum, like the beat of a drum, making the air vibrate.

Yang Jian coldly looked at the door of room 301, "Ye Zhen."

Not only Ye Zhen, but also Li Leping's bizarre attacks were mixed in.

Under the influence of two supernatural forces, this already unstable space could no longer be maintained.

The moment Yang Jian paused just now was for this reason, and the priest took the opportunity to escape from the woods.

The black fire, which was already on the verge of spiraling out of control, became even more agitated at this moment.

Left with no other choice, Yang Jian halted the attack.

Followed by.

It was a clear, arrogant shout that resounded inside room 301.

Like a thunderclap, it tore apart this deathly silent city.

"Divine power!!!"

The sound seemed to come from another world, filled with an arrogant fervor and joy, piercing through the deathly silence of the entire city.

The next moment, the door to room 301 suddenly shook, then spun and twisted like flowing water.

Then, "Bang!"

The entire door suddenly collapsed, shattering into countless fragments.

A dazzling figure, enveloped in a chilling sword light, soared into the sky.

Holding a rusty longsword in his hand, he laughed wildly and arrogantly.

"Come on, Li Leping!!!"

"Use everything you've ever learned to please me!!!"

The world was silent, except for that laugh, which echoed between the stench of corpses and the rain and fire.

(End of this chapter)