God Emperor

Zhang Ruochen also used his skills to control the Seal of the Gods and tried to absorb the divine power between heaven and earth.

But he found that the divine power around him had been absorbed by Mu Lingxi, and the Seal of the Gods had not changed at all.

Then, he had no choice but to go to the black volcano in the center of the magma ocean, where there must be more residual divine power, and there might be a chance to reach the tenth transformation of the fish dragon in one fell swoop.

Zhang Ruochen did not have much hope for the tenth transformation of the fish dragon.

Because he had already refined seven drops of divine blood and reached the limit of his physical body, it was difficult to accommodate more divine power.

Three days later, Mu Lingxi successfully condensed the holy soul and achieved the status of a semi-saint in one fell swoop.

When she walked out of the scroll world, her whole body was emitting brilliant holy light, every inch of her skin was like holy jade, crystal clear, and her eyes became extremely deep, full of infinite wisdom.

Although Mu Lingxi's realm was only the early stage of the first-level semi-saint, the aura she exuded was directly catching up with the fourth-level semi-saint.

Once you break through the semi-saint realm, you will immediately become a strong man among the semi-saints, stronger than those semi-saint ancestors of the older generation.

Zhang Ruochen was sincerely happy for Mu Lingxi and said, "Congratulations to senior sister for completely transcending the mundane and achieving the semi-saint status."

Obviously, Mu Lingxi was also very happy and smiled, "You have also reached the peak of the ninth transformation of the fish dragon, and you can break through to the semi-saint realm at any time."

"Me? I need to consolidate for a while."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head slightly and said seriously, "Since senior sister's cultivation has broken through, let's go to the black volcano now."

Zhang Ruochen did not suggest that she enter the scroll world or stay on the shore of the magma ocean. Because he knew very well that Mu Lingxi would never agree.

If he insisted on keeping her, it might cause unnecessary trouble.

Mu Lingxi's eyes exuded a beautiful light and she hummed softly.

There are many black reefs in the magma ocean, which can be used as a foothold for Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi.

Zhang Ruochen mobilized the power of space to move the space crack across the sea and forcibly opened a path.

Even though everything was ready, there were still many risks.

On one occasion, the magma ocean raised a huge wave of wind and waves, rolling up more than ten meters of magma and sweeping towards the two of them.

Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen took the initiative to tear the space apart and swallowed that wave of magma, which resolved the crisis.

The closer they got to the black volcano, the greater the pressure on the two of them. It took them half a day to finally reach the foot of the black volcano.

The holy energy in their bodies was almost exhausted, and they kept gasping for breath. They could only take out the holy stone first, absorb the holy energy in it, and restore their cultivation.

When they recovered to their peak state, Zhang Ruochen began to observe the surrounding environment seriously.

Even if it was just at the foot of the volcano, the pressure on Zhang Ruochen was already quite huge. Every step he took would consume a lot of holy energy.

If it were another ninth-transformation cultivator of the Fish Dragon Realm, he would probably have been lying on the ground, unable to move.

"Zhang Ruochen, look, there are two... people there..."

Mu Lingxi widened her eyes, stretched out a hand, and pointed at the position halfway up the mountain.

Zhang Ruochen looked up, his eyes penetrated through the layers of ghost fog, and saw a burly man in armor standing on a rugged boulder halfway up the mountain.

He was four meters tall, and his arms were thicker than the waist of an ordinary person, giving people a sense of majesty with his head on the sky and his feet on the ground.

A huge amount of ghost energy spread out from under his feet. Even though Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi were just standing at the foot of the mountain, they were shocked by the momentum of the ghost demon king and their souls trembled.

It's not that their state of mind, soul, and mental strength are not strong enough, but that the other party's cultivation is much higher than theirs. Even if it's just a breath of air, it can seriously injure them.

"Too scary... I have awakened the Phoenix bloodline, cultivated the Saint Soul, and achieved the status of a semi-saint, but I still can't resist the aura emanating from him. I'm afraid only the legendary Great Saint can have such a terrifying aura of power."

Blood flowed from the corners of Mu Lingxi's mouth. He could no longer stand and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Zhang Ruochen was not much better than Mu Lingxi. Even with the protection of the Seal of the Gods, cracks appeared in his martial soul and he could fall apart at any time.

"Space domain."

Zhang Ruochen raised his arms, mobilized the power of space, and propped up a translucent domain cover with a diameter of three meters, barely resisting the aura.

He said: "This person should be a very powerful ghost king in the underworld. If the Blood Moon Ghost King is here, he will definitely recognize the identity of this ghost king."

Although the aura emanating from the ghost king was very powerful, there were thirty-six golden chains that penetrated his ghost body and suppressed him tightly, so he stood there unable to move.

Otherwise, he only needs to wave his arm, and Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi will be wiped out.

The thirty-six golden chains are composed of Buddhist characters, exuding an extremely sacred aura.

The other end of the golden chain is connected to the brow of an old monk.

The old monk sat cross-legged opposite the armored ghost king, wearing a simple Buddhist robe, with his hands on his knees.

His body was already very dry, and the blood and water seemed to have been lost, leaving only a skeleton and a layer of wrinkled skin.

I am afraid that it will not be long before the old monk will die.

Even so, the old monk still tried his best to suppress the opposite Ghost King. I don’t know how long they have been in this state?

"Who is that monk? He can actually fight with that ghost king. He is definitely a very remarkable being." Mu Lingxi said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "This monk and ghost have been fighting for more than a year at least. Although the holy monk has the upper hand now, if the stalemate continues, in three or five days at most, he will lose his blood and die. die."

Mu Lingxi said: "If the holy monk dies, I'm afraid we will not be able to escape. In the Valley of Ghosts and Gods, those human monks who break in will also die."

"Who would have thought that there would be two such terrifying beings fighting here?"

"Go, leave here immediately." Zhang Ruochen said decisively.

Mu Lingxi also nodded and prepared to retreat.

Although they also wanted to help the holy monk, their cultivation was too low to intervene in that level of fighting.

Once you get involved, it is tantamount to asking for death.

At this moment, a very old voice came into Zhang Ruochen's ears, "Donor...wait a minute..."

Zhang Ruochen stopped and looked around, but he didn't find anyone. Finally, he looked thoughtful and stared at the old monk halfway up the mountain.

I saw the old monk sitting cross-legged on the spot, motionless and not opening his mouth.

"Yes, it is indeed the poor monk calling you..."

That voice was very weak, like a candle in the wind that would go out at any time.

Zhang Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What are your instructions, senior?"

There was no response in my ears.

After waiting for about a stick of incense, the voice sounded again: "The man standing opposite the poor monk is one of the strongest on the periphery of the underworld, the Ghost King Shenchu, and the ruler of all the ghost kings in the underworld. Now, the poor monk There is still some remaining power to suppress it. However, the poor monk's time is running out... After the poor monk dies, he will be free from suppression, and when the time comes, he will definitely cause endless disasters to the Kunlun world. "

Zhang Ruochen hesitated for a moment and said, "Can the junior help the senior in any way?"

"If it were other monks, even if they came here, they wouldn't be able to help at all. However, you can control the space, but you can play some role. Maybe you can get rid of the Shenchu ​​Ghost King in one fell swoop and save Kunlun Realm. Disaster." said the old voice.

The old monk's cultivation is unfathomable. Even though he is sitting cross-legged on the ground and cannot move, his mental power and holy soul are extremely powerful. I am afraid that everything that happens in the Valley of Ghosts and Gods cannot be hidden from his perception at all.

Then, he naturally knew that Zhang Ruochen could mobilize the power of space.

If that man in armor is really the Ghost King of Shenchu, then he cannot be allowed to escape no matter what. Once he enters the Kunlun Realm, the disaster he will cause will definitely be more terrifying than hundreds of millions of Yin soldiers.

Zhang Ruochen continued to communicate with the old monk and finally understood what he meant.

The old monk hoped that Zhang Ruochen could mobilize the space cracks above the magma ocean to attack the Shenchu ​​Ghost King. Although the Shenchu ​​Ghost King is powerful, he is unable to move now. Zhang Ruochen's space attack method can indeed pose some threat to him.

Except for Zhang Ruochen, even if a saint comes, he probably won't be able to change the situation of the battle.

"Sister Duanmu, do you want to enter the picture scroll world first?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Of course Mu Lingxi knew how dangerous it was to intervene in the battle between the Ghost King Shenchu ​​and the old monk. It could be said to be a narrow escape.

However, she also knew that Zhang Ruochen had no other choice. If he didn't take the initiative to deal with the Shenchu ​​Ghost King, they would be the ones who died when the Shenchu ​​Ghost King got out of trouble.

Mu Lingxi shook his head vigorously and said firmly: "Fight together, even if... we die here, we will have no regrets."

Zhang Ruochen stared at her deeply and stopped forcing her. After all, if he and the old monk failed to kill the Shenchu ​​Ghost King, even if Mu Lingxi hid in the picture scroll world, it would be a dead end and there would be no difference at all.

Zhang Ruochen stood on the edge of the volcano, slowly spread his hands, and fully exploded the power in his body.

Above the magma ocean, there are space cracks, all of which are slowly approaching the black volcano.

Standing under the volcano and looking towards the sea, you can see a broken world, pressing over it.

That power seemed to be able to destroy everything in the world.

Beads of sweat appeared on Zhang Ruochen's forehead, and his arms were shaking. Obviously, it is not easy to control so many space cracks at one time. Any small mistake can destroy himself in the broken space.