God Emperor

Thousands of skull marks appeared on the surface of the brass coffin, spreading out and converging into a gloomy hell-like scene.

Because the gap in cultivation between the two sides was too great, under the suppression of the other party's holy power, the holy energy in Zhang Ruochen's body was completely unable to function. Naturally, he could not use space to escape. He could only rely on the tyrannical system to barely resist the corpse exorcism. The intimidation of the saint ancestor of the ancient tribe.

Yin Xuanji stood next to the brass coffin and sneered: "Zhang Ruochen, the Dong Dong saint who exorcised the corpses of the ancient tribe is right in front of you, why don't you kneel down and worship?"

Zhang Ruochen gritted his teeth and stared at him coldly.

Yin Xuanji had long wanted to deal with Zhang Ruochen, so naturally he didn't want to let go of this opportunity. He took a step forward and walked over. However, he saw an extremely beautiful woman appear behind Zhang Ruochen.

A powerful holy power burst out from the woman's body, shaking Yin Xuanji back again and again, unable to take a step forward.

This beauty is naturally the Blood Moon Ghost King.

The Blood Moon Ghost King walked over and appeared beside Zhang Ruochen. He stretched out a long and soft jade hand and patted Zhang Ruochen's shoulder lightly.

"Wow!"

A surge of ghostly energy surged out from her palm.

The ghost energy enveloped Zhang Ruochen's body, and the huge pressure on him disappeared in an instant.

Zhang Ruochen took two steps back and stared at the brass coffin, his eyes becoming quite solemn.

An ancestor of the saint level came to the ancient zombie exorcism clan. As a result, the situation became quite unfavorable to them.

More importantly, Zhang Ruochen suspected that there were other saints hiding nearby.

"Why did a ghost king appear?"

No one expected that there would be a ghost king guarding Zhang Ruochen, even Yin Xuanji and Feng Yinchan were very surprised.

A hoarse voice sounded from inside the brass coffin: "Zhang Ruochen, a mere ghost king, I can't save your life. If you continue to resist, you will only die."

Although the sound was very low, it spread throughout the magma ocean and shook the entire space.

"Not necessarily."

Zhang Ruochen looked happy and unafraid, stretched out his finger and touched the space ring. Immediately, a sword light flew out from the ring and turned into a jagged ancient sword, floating in front of him and the Blood Moon Ghost King.

The sword body exuded an extremely powerful aura, condensing into sword energy that flew between the heaven and the earth.

"Monstrous Sword!"

The thousands of skull marks on the surface of the brass coffin shook violently, and inside it, a roar sounded: "The Xuanji Sword Master actually passed the Taotian Sword to you, it's really abominable."

The Taotian Sword ranks twenty-seventh in the "Thousand Patterns of Sacred Weapons", and the power it can unleash is naturally extraordinary.

When Sword Saint Xuanji controls the Mongolian Sword, he can kill the Saint with just one sword.

The Blood Moon Ghost King continuously released the ghost energy in his body and penetrated it into the Taotian Sword.

"Boom!"

The Taotian Sword shook violently, and rushed out ten times more sword energy than before, condensing into a sea of ​​sword energy, completely sweeping Yin Xuanji and Feng Yinchan into it.

A black holy energy flew out from the surface of the brass coffin, rolled up the two of them, and flew out. By the time they landed on the ground, they had already appeared at the mouth of the Ghost Valley.

The Blood Moon Ghost King also waved his sleeves, swept Zhang Ruochen away, and threw him dozens of miles away.

Then, the five fingers of Blood Moon Ghost King's right hand pinched forward and grabbed the Taotian Sword. The inscriptions on the surface of the Taotian Sword quickly emerged.

Thousands of inscriptions are like thousands of rivers of holy energy, exuding the holy power that destroys the heaven and the earth.

Even though Zhang Ruochen was standing dozens of miles away, he still felt tremendous pressure.

"Wow!"

A sword energy connecting the sky and the earth flew out from the Blood Moon Ghost King's hand, shattering the space into pieces.

At the same time, thousands of skeletons flew out from the inside of the brass coffin. However, just after they came into contact with the sword energy, all the thousands of skeletons turned into white powder.

The brass coffin is also a powerful sacred weapon, but it cannot be compared with the Taotian Sword.

"Click!"

The coffin was dented first, and then cracked with lines, like ceramics that were about to break at any time.

"Die to me."

The Blood Moon Ghost King has long hair flying on his head, sharp eyes, and holding a monstrous sword. It is as if he has transformed into a female sword master, and he has such a power that looks down on the world.

At this moment, there was another area in the Ghost Valley.

A purple fire cloud flew up from the ground and bombarded the Blood Moon Ghost King.

Inside the fire cloud, stood a man wearing purple gold armor. His skin was as pale as paper. His eyes were filled with frightening thunder and lightning. A golden ring flew out from between his palms and hit the Blood Moon Ghost King's head. .

The Blood Moon Ghost King backhanded his sword and slashed out.

With a ding sound, the Taotian Sword knocked the golden ring upside down and flew back.

The two holy weapons collided, emitting a powerful circle of holy power, and the ghost energy in the Valley of Ghosts and Gods disappeared.

Standing dozens of miles away, Zhang Ruochen also suffered a considerable impact. He held up the sword energy field and the space field, and slid back hundreds of meters in a row.

"Is that man wearing purple gold armor the battle corpse of Saint Dong Dong, or another saint from the ancient corpse-killing tribe?" Zhang Ruochen looked at the purple fire cloud above the sky.

No matter which situation it is, it is quite bad.

The Blood Moon Ghost King could block one saint with his Monstrous Sword, but he could never block two saints.

"Now, what should we do?" Zhang Ruochen's brain was spinning rapidly, thinking of countermeasures.

The broken brass coffin flew backwards.

From the coffin, a stooped old man walked out. His pale hair fell down from his head, only half of his wrinkled face was exposed.

This person is none other than Saint Dong Dong, an old antique who has lived for nearly five hundred years. Even among the ancient corpse exorcists, he is one of the highest-ranking figures.

The two eye sockets of Saint Dong Dong were two dark holes, as if there were no eyeballs. He said: "The Taotian Sword is really powerful. If that old man Xuanji is still alive, I am afraid I can't stop his sword. But. , if a ghost king controls the Taotian Sword, its power will be greatly reduced. "

Above the sky, a man wearing purple gold armor said: "By seizing the Taotian Sword, the ancient zombie exorcism clan will have another sacred weapon to suppress the clan."

Immediately, the man formed a seal with his hands and punched out the golden ring again.

The golden ring rotated rapidly and became larger and larger. Finally, the diameter of the ring reached several miles, suspended above the head of the Blood Moon Ghost King.

At the same time, Saint Dong Dong pressed his hands to the ground, and a powerful tearing force separated the earth, extending to the left and right directions.

The huge crack spread all the way to the feet of the Blood Moon Ghost King.

A crescent-shaped mark appeared between the eyebrows of the Blood Moon Ghost King, and his flawless ghost body exuded crystal-white moonlight. His own strength actually increased a bit.

"Boom!"

She used her own strength to fight against two saints at the same time, and she did not fall behind.

On the contrary, because Saint Dong Dong was too old and his vitality was declining, he could not fight for a long time, and the power he had exploded was rapidly weakening. If the fight continues, the Blood Moon Ghost King may really be able to repel the two saints.

"Pfft."

Saint Dong Dong flew back, and a foot-long sword mark appeared on his chest. Drops of holy blood flowed from the wound and fell to the ground.

The holy blood contains extremely powerful power. Every drop of it falling to the ground will make a big hole in the ground.

A moment later, the man wearing purple-gold armor was also repelled. His golden ring collided with the Taotian Sword dozens of times, and a crack appeared. If the collision continues, this sacred instrument will probably be completely destroyed.

Saint Dong Dong's eyes showed a cold expression, and he roared: "Shiva, why don't you take action? Your ancient method of raising ghosts can restrain the undead. For you, you should take care of a ghost king. Isn’t it difficult?”

To the east of the Ghost Valley, an old woman appeared, holding a dead wood crutch, standing on the edge of the magma ocean, and said with a smile: "It is certainly not difficult to deal with a ghost king. However, if I deal with her, the next benefits will be How to distribute it?”

The third saint appears.

It is the saint Shiva of the ancient ghost-raising tribe, and he is also an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years. Because his life is almost over, he comes to the underworld to find the magic medicine to extend his life.

Saint Dong Dong's face darkened and he said, "What do you mean?"

Saint Shiva smiled slightly, and a few wrinkles disappeared from his face, and said: "The Shen Nian Guo, Tao Tian Sword, and Zhang Ruochen are all owned by the Yanggui Ancient Clan. Our two tribes each have half of the treasures in the magma ocean. how?"

In the eyes of Sage Shiva, "Zhang Ruochen" is also a huge wealth. His value is even more than that of Shen Nang Guo and Monkey Sword.

This boy is full of treasures.

The ancient zombie exorcism clan and the ancient ghost raising clan have been married for generations and are in the same spirit. However, when it comes to their fundamental interests, they will still fight to the death.

The Saint Dong Dong snorted coldly: "Shiva, your appetite is too big! Can you bear it?"

"You don't want to?" Sage Shiva smiled.

Saint Dong Dong was naturally very reluctant, especially as the Shen Nian Fruit could increase his life span by hundreds of years. It was related to his life and death, so how could he give it to others?

However, he must now use the power of Lord Shiva to deal with the ghost king, so he can only tolerate it temporarily.

"Okay! I promise you, I will take care of the ghost king first to avoid any changes." Holy Dao Dong Dong said.

Sage Shiva also knew very well that there were several forces hiding nearby, staring at this place with eager eyes.

It's just because the ancient ghost-raising clan and the ancient corpse-removing clan are too powerful that the monks hiding in the dark dare not act rashly.

Now, it is indeed necessary to deal with the Blood Moon Ghost King and control Zhang Ruochen and all the treasures in the magma ocean as soon as possible.

A black clay pot flew out from Saint Shiva's eyebrows, rose into the air, and appeared above her head.

Just when the clay pot flew out, the Blood Moon Ghost King felt a strong uneasiness in his heart. So, she immediately swung the Monstrous Sword and slashed at the black clay pot.

The lid of the clay pot was opened, releasing a black cloud.

In the jar, the sound of howling ghosts sounded, as if it contained an area.

Hearing that voice, the Blood Moon Ghost King suddenly felt uneasy, his whole body was in severe pain, and he screamed. Her ghost body quickly decomposed and turned into wisps of ghost energy that flew into the clay pot.

With a "bang" sound, the Taotian Sword fell from mid-air and fell to the ground.