Chapter 340 278: Resurrection (2)

However, the art of possession was extremely difficult to perform, requiring a variety of conditions.

To ensure complete success, the Temple Priest had searched for many related Secret Manuals. He had expended a great deal of wealth and resources before finally finding the Bronze Lamp in his hands.

This Bronze Lamp was called the Scattering Spirit Lamp, an Ancient Exotic Treasure capable of dispersing a living creature's Divine Soul while preserving the physical body completely intact.

The Temple Priest had sought it out specifically because he feared the Mountain King's corpse still contained a remnant of the king's soul, which could cause his possession to fail.

He took a deep breath, chanted a Spell, and placed the Bronze Lamp between the Mountain King's eyebrows.

BUZZ~~~

When the Bronze Lamp was placed between the eyebrows, it began to glow with a strange, faint yellow light.

"After all these years, this wisp of a remnant soul still hasn't dissipated."

"It seems you're still obsessed with your own death."

The Temple Priest sneered.

After all, the Mountain King had died suddenly in the prime of his life, so naturally, his heart was filled with unwillingness, his obsession extremely deep.

But no matter how deep the obsession, it was useless before the Scattering Spirit Lamp.

In a daze, the Temple Priest seemed to hear an enraged roar.

Immediately after, the Bronze Lamp went out.

This meant that the wisp of the Mountain King's remnant soul had been completely dispersed.

The Temple Priest lifted the Scattering Spirit Lamp from between the Mountain King's eyebrows and smiled. "From now on, I am the Mountain King!"

With that, he bit his finger and drew a Blood Talisman on the Mountain King's face.

Immediately after, the Temple Priest sat down cross-legged, his hands forming a strange Seal Technique.

Before long, an illusory soul-specter separated from the Temple Priest's body.

When the illusory soul-specter appeared, it seemed somewhat bewildered, not knowing where to go.

Then, as if drawn by something, it plunged directly into the Mountain King's corpse.

Before long, the Mountain King's corpse, whose eyes had been tightly shut, suddenly snapped them open.

Those eyes radiated a thick aura of death.

CRACK.

The Mountain King's corpse stiffly sat up in the Iron Coffin, then tried to climb out.

But its limbs seemed extremely uncoordinated, and it tumbled right out of the Iron Coffin, falling to the ground.

A long time passed.

Only then did the Temple Priest gradually grow accustomed to this new body!

"Such a powerful physical body... This is the power I've been seeking!" the Temple Priest shouted in excitement.

'Next, as soon as the Middle Spiritual Land emerges, I can use the burst of Spiritual Qi to temper this body and reach the state of Unity of Spirit and Body!'

'But before that, I can still absorb a massive amount of blood energy to strengthen this body's power!'

'Because an unknown number of people have already died inside the Mountain King Temple!'

It could be said that his plans were all interlinked, one ring after another.

After fully adapting to his newfound strength, the Temple Priest finally stepped out of the gloomy great hall.

As for his original, decaying body, its head had slumped over, bereft of all life.

Just as the Temple Priest walked out, a figure suddenly shot over from the distance.

A flash of black light stabbed toward his throat like lightning!

This move, Soul-Chasing Life-Taking, was something an ordinary person could never react to in time.

The Temple Priest merely sensed a dangerous aura and subconsciously threw out a palm strike!

BANG!

The Sick Scholar, Li Gui, felt a ferocious, tyrannical force slam into him. He let out a muffled grunt and stumbled back more than ten steps!

His body was already frail, and after taking such a blow, he directly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You're the Mountain King?!"

"Impossible... The Middle Spiritual Land hasn't emerged yet. With the current concentration of Spiritual Qi, you shouldn't have been able to revive!"

Li Gui exclaimed in shock.

The Temple Priest naturally wouldn't reveal the truth. Without a word, he charged directly at Li Gui.

Even though he was an Abnormal Person who had never practiced any Martial Arts techniques, the Mountain King had experienced a hundred battles, and his combat instincts had become muscle memory.

Now that he had possessed the Mountain King's body, he had naturally absorbed these combat instincts.

ROAR!

The Temple Priest's right hand opened like a tiger's claw. He struck out like an Evil Tiger pouncing on its prey!

Li Gui's eyes narrowed. He chose not to clash head-on with the Mountain King, instead using his Body Technique to dodge the claw strike.

WHOOSH!

A deep, sharp sword light suddenly flared, accompanied by the faint sound of a dragon's cry!

The Temple Priest didn't have time to react and only felt a sharp pain in his chest.

A bloody gash instantly appeared.

He roared in fury, wildly swatting his hands toward the figure who had ambushed him.

The ambusher was none other than the Iron Dragon Sword, Zhou Wuji.

He hadn't expected that his sword strike would only leave a bloody mark, not even cutting through the skin and flesh.

'The Mountain King's body is actually this tough!'

In reality, after being nourished by Evil Qi for countless years, the Mountain King's body had indeed reached a terrifying level of toughness. Even a Divine Weapon would struggle to inflict a serious injury.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!!!

Facing the Temple Priest's attacks, Zhou Wuji let out a cold snort and swung his Iron Sword, unleashing streams of dragon-like sword light.

The two sides clashed in a frenzy.

As the saying goes, brute force beats skill.

After several dozen moves, the webbing of Zhou Wuji's hands had split open, and his arms ached terribly.

His opponent's Qi Power was simply too strong, and his body was too durable. Even when Zhou Wuji found openings, he could only leave behind a series of bloody gashes.

"Brother Zhou, I'll help you!"

At this moment, Li Gui finally managed to calm the roiling qi and blood in his body. Wielding his Judge's Pen, he leaped into the fray.

With Li Gui joining the fight, the pressure on Zhou Wuji finally eased somewhat.

But even with the two Grandmasters working together, they were unable to suppress the Temple Priest.

Their opponent was simply too terrifying.

As shockwaves of qi spread out, the Temple Priest's black hair whipped about wildly, making him look as indomitable as a male lion.

Even fighting together, Li Gui and Zhou Wuji could only manage a stalemate.

BANG!

Suddenly, the Temple Priest forced Zhou Wuji back with a punch and, ignoring Li Gui's attack, dodged and rushed toward the square.

"Follow him!"

Li Gui shouted in a low voice.

Zhou Wuji nodded and gave chase with his sword.

They knew that for him to rush to the square so desperately, something must be up.

...

At that moment in the Mountain King Temple's square, the chaotic battle was still raging.

Blood had completely stained the ground red. Corpses were strewn everywhere, creating a horrific scene of a mountain of bodies and a sea of blood.

Zhou Shentai, the Poisonous Widow, and the Fat Monk were fighting against several Elder Priests from the tribes.

As time went on, they had gained the upper hand, suppressing the Mountain Ghost Soldiers and the tribal forces.

After all, besides their own subordinates, they also had the help of numerous Rangers and Loose People.

These Martial World Wanderers and Loose People dared to remain in Ping'an Town, so their Cultivation was naturally not low. Their strength was a cut above that of the Mountain Ghost Soldiers and the Tribal Warriors.

What's more, there was a powerhouse like Han Yuan among them.

BOOM!!!

A heaven-shaking crash suddenly erupted.

A massive black shadow suddenly flew out from the great hall that stood in the square.

AHHH!!!

A series of bloodcurdling screams followed.

Everyone in the massive shadow's path—be they bandits, Rangers, or Mountain Ghost Soldiers—was smashed into a pulp.

When the massive shadow landed, the entire square instantly shook.

Zhou Shentai focused his gaze.

It was the statue of the Mountain King that had been enshrined in the main hall.

The Mountain King statue was over three meters tall. It was in a standing posture, holding a spear and pointing it toward the distance, as if leading numerous tribes into battle.

The next moment, a figure appeared beside the Mountain King statue.

And at that exact moment, the Dark Cyan Mist that permeated the Mountain King Temple suddenly dissipated.

Everyone watched in horror.

The expression and appearance of that figure were identical to the Mountain King statue!

"Impossible!"

"How could he have actually been resurrected!"

Zhou Shentai's eyes widened as he cried out in terror.

It wasn't just him. Even the people in the midst of battle couldn't help but stop and stare blankly at the figure.

Seeing this, the Temple Priest leaped up, landed on the arm of the Mountain King statue, and pulled out the Stone Spear.

PFFT!

Countless motes of stone dust silently drifted away, revealing a dark red spear.

"Ten Thousand Mountains... your king... has returned!"

The Temple Priest stood atop the Mountain King statue, holding the spear in one hand, his voice ringing out.

For a moment, both the Tribal Warriors of the Ten Thousand Mountains and the Mountain Ghost Soldiers became agitated, some even at a loss for what to do.

They had never imagined that the Mountain King would actually be resurrected!

Appearing before their very eyes, alive and well!!!