God Emperor

"Chichi."

Being hit by two ice handprints, the sergeant who was half-kneeling on the ground was instantly frozen into a hard block of ice.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of cracks appeared on the human-shaped ice cube.

With a "pop" sound, it was torn into pieces, including iron armor and flesh and blood, all turned into ice crystal powder.

"Not Zhang Ruochen?"

Qingyi Chan's expression changed again, and he noticed a subtle spatial fluctuation coming from a distance of one foot behind him.

At the same time, monstrous murderous intent erupted in an instant, like a flood bursting its banks, trying to swallow her up.

"Wow——"

Zhang Ruochen crossed the space, rushed out quickly, immediately absorbed five time stamps, integrated them into the sword technique, and performed the scale sword technique.

The flow of time in the surrounding space has become slower.

The speed of the sword became even faster.

This sneak attack must take Qingyi Chan's life, so Zhang Ruochen used the power of time and space.

If this move fails to kill Qingyi Chan, the next battle will definitely be very difficult.

In a flash of light, the tip of Shen Yuan's ancient sword had reached the back of Qingyi Chan's head and penetrated the armor of his helmet.

Suddenly, a change occurred.

I saw that Qingyi Chan's head was actually emitting a dazzling cyan light. A simple little cauldron flew out from the skull and blocked Shen Yuan's ancient sword.

"Bang."

A deafening metal collision sounded, and sound waves rippled out, shattering a large area of ​​the building in the Governor's Mansion.

The simple little cauldron rotated rapidly and condensed into a series of seven circles of cyan light, completely enveloping the green-winged cicada.

"You actually forged the Ice Soul Divine Cauldron into one with your own skull." Zhang Ruochen showed a surprised look.

With the powerful vitality of a ninth-level semi-saint, even if the heart is pierced, he will not die immediately. Taking some rare healing medicine can even repair the heart injury.

Only by penetrating the head and breaking the air sea is the most direct way to kill the ninth-level half-saint.

However, Qingyi Chan refined the Ice Soul Divine Cauldron into the skull, making the head the most defensive part, and Zhang Ruochen missed the best opportunity to kill her.

"Now that you know that this commander has the Ice Soul Divine Cauldron, do you still dare to come?"

Qingyi Chan snorted coldly, and the rich holy energy surged rapidly in the five holy veins in his body, making a "rumbling" sound.

The five holy veins are like five broad holy rivers.

The holy energy of martial arts surged to the top of his head and poured into the Ice Soul Cauldron.

The green light emitted by the simple little cauldron was ten times stronger. With a slight shake, a mighty force hit Zhang Ruochen.

"Bang." Zhang Ruochen flew out and landed dozens of feet away.

The force that Qingyi Chan struck just now was beyond Zhang Ruochen's ability to withstand. His internal organs were violently shaken, and there was a sharp pain.

After all, there is still a big gap between Zhang Ruochen's power and that of the late ninth-level semi-saint monks.

It's just that Zhang Ruochen's attainments in other areas are far beyond those of the late ninth-level semi-saint monks, plus he can use the power of time and space, so he can compete with the late ninth-level semi-saint monks.

In a head-to-head confrontation, Zhang Ruochen would lose miserably.

Qingyi Chan stretched out an iron palm, holding the ancient cyan cauldron, and said with a stern look: "Zhang Ruochen, you have reached the semi-saint realm, and in less than a year, you dare to assassinate the ninth-level semi-saint. Do you really think you can be invincible by controlling space and time?”

Zhang Ruochen circulated the holy energy for a week, and the pain in his organs immediately disappeared, showing a smile and saying: "Although it has only been less than a year since I reached the semi-saint realm, my cultivation time has been much longer than that. One year.”

"It has taken a hundred years for my commander to reach the semi-saint realm. The accumulation of hundreds of years is beyond the imagination of a junior like you."

Qingyi Chan appears calm and composed, with an extraordinary demeanor.

Zhang Ruochen indeed felt a lot of pressure from Qingyi Chan.

This kind of pressure has never happened to Liao Huacheng, Yan Honglie, Han Ying, and Guo Lu, making Zhang Ruochen even more cautious.

Four high-level half-saints flew over from the four directions of the Governor's Mansion, each holding a battle flag and setting up a battle formation.

Thousands of ghosts appeared in the formation, some with disheveled hair, riding wild beasts, some with spears in their hands... The entire Governor's Mansion became ghostly in an instant.

Those ghost shadows were blessed on the bodies of four high-level semi-saints.

The four high-level semi-saints seemed to have transformed into four Yin soldiers and ghost kings, exuding a powerful aura comparable to that of the ninth-level semi-saints.

Qingyi Chan showed a cold smile: "I have long expected that you will definitely come, so I asked the princess of the ancient ghost-raising clan in advance to prepare a four-pole ghost king array for you."

"Princess of the ancient ghost-raising clan?" Zhang Ruochen's eyes looked a little strange.

In the governor's house, the melodious sound of pipa sounded.

Zhang Ruochen looked in the direction where the pipa sound came from and saw a girl wearing a jet black dress sitting in a navy blue pavilion in the distance.

The graceful body is hidden in the center of a ghostly mist.

Her fingers were thin and long, and she gently plucked the strings on the pipa, playing sad music.

In addition, behind the girl, there are two impermanences, one black and one white.

Both statues of Wu Chang are over three meters tall. The shoulders and waist of the ghost body are wrapped with iron ropes, which makes them look extra tall and give people a ghostly feeling.

Zhang Ruochen clearly remembered that Feng Yinchan, the princess of the ancient ghost-raising clan, and Yin Xuanji, the ancient corpse-exorcist clan, were trapped in the underworld.

Now, the passage between the underworld and the Kunlun Realm has been blocked by the stone talisman left by the Thousand Bones Empress. How can they escape?

The girl sitting in the ghost mist stopped playing the pipa song and said quietly: "Farewell to the underworld, I miss you so much. Zhang Ruochen, are you okay?"

"Are you Feng Yinchan?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

The girl holding the pipa smiled and said in a penetrating voice: "You didn't expect it, did you?" "It's indeed a bit unexpected." Zhang Ruochen said.

Qingyi Chan held the Ice Soul Divine Cauldron in one hand and clasped the other hand behind her back, and said loudly: "My commander has arranged everything a long time ago. I just wait for you to get into the trap and close the net."

"I had expected that killing you would not be easy."

Zhang Ruochen remained calm and composed, and added, "Of course, if you want to capture me, I'm afraid it won't be an easy task."

There was a sneer in Qingyi Chan's eyes, and she said: "With the current arrangement of the Governor's Mansion, isn't it enough to capture you?"

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said in a strong tone: "It's still a little bit short."

The entire Governor's Mansion not only has the Four-pole Ghost King Formation, but also has Green Winged Chan and the strong men of the ancient ghost-raising clan. It can definitely be called a dragon's den and a tiger's den. Even the strong ones on the "Half Saint List" and "Half Saint Outer List" If the enemy comes, it may be difficult to escape.

Is Zhang Ruochen confident of escaping?

Qingyi Chan didn't want to wait any longer, in case something changed, and immediately ordered: "Do it."

Immediately, four high-level semi-saints held black war flags, attracting thousands of ghosts and took the lead in attacking Zhang Ruochen.

With the blessing of ghosts, the power of the four high-level semi-saints became extremely powerful.

One of the red-haired old men waved the battle flag, whipping up a biting cold wind and shooting out thousands of ghosts.

Standing in Zhang Ruochen's position and looking forward, he felt that thousands of troops and horses were rushing over at the same time. Their soldiers were at war with each other, and thousands of arrows were fired, as if they were going to devour him.

"Wow——"

A mighty masculine energy surged out of Zhang Ruochen's body, causing his body to turn crimson red and even glow with a layer of fire.

After practicing the ninth palm of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, the masculine energy in Zhang Ruochen's body was a thousand times that of ordinary people.

Ghosts and undead are most afraid of masculine energy and awe-inspiring righteousness.

"Thousand-handed Dragon Elephant." Zhang Ruochen swatted his hands out at the same time, firing the eighth palm of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, exploding with thirty-five times the attack power.

The majestic masculine energy, accompanied by palm power, attacks together.

"Boom."

In an instant, hundreds of ghosts collapsed into mist, and the red-haired old man was also knocked away.

The red-haired old man showed a surprised expression and immediately stepped back. At the same time, drops of blood fell from his hands holding the battle flag.

Zhang Ruochen was very surprised. You must know that the palm print he just made was already at the level of holy magic, but it only knocked the red-haired old man away, but failed to seriously injure him.

With the blessing of ghosts, the strength of the four high-level semi-saints is actually so strong?

"Let's take action together and achieve a quick victory."

Qingyi Chan knocked out the Ice Soul Divine Cauldron, and the small and exquisite ancient cauldron became larger and larger. Finally, it became as big as a palace, exuding a shocking and terrifying power.

The cold air emanating from the Ice Soul Cauldron completely turned the Warlord's Mansion into a land of ice and snow.

In the distance, in the pavilion, Feng Yinchan, wearing a long black dress, played the pipa again, her fingers were flying, and the music she played was full of murderous intent, giving people a feeling that a storm is coming.

"Zhang Ruochen, I gave you two Impermanence Kings and went to hell. Remember to return them! Haha!" Feng Yinchan's laughter rang like a silver bell.

She jumped up, spread out her enchanting figure, and landed on the top of the pavilion.

Below, one black and one white, two Impermanence Kings flew out and attacked Zhang Ruochen from the other two directions.

The two Impermanence Kings have both devoured hundreds of ordinary Impermanences, and they have continued to evolve, and their cultivation has become very close to that of the Ghost King.

All he has to do is survive the ghost tribulation before he can transform.

"There are so many evil soldiers and ghosts. It seems that we need to invite two monks to save them."

Just before, Zhang Ruochen had already communicated with Da Sikong and Er Sikong in the Divine Wood Map of the Universe. These two monks are willing to come out to save the souls of the dead.

Inviting them to come out to kill people will be tainted with karma, which will be very detrimental to their practice.

However, asking them to come out to save the souls of the dead will bring many benefits to cultivation. When you save the souls of the dead, you are also sharpening your own Buddhist heart.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen was quite worried. Have the two monks meditated on the scriptures about saving the souls of the dead? Da Sikong, in particular, does not look like a monk who can chant sutras.