The surface of the brass coffin was covered with thousands upon thousands of skull imprints, scattered and converging into a scene like a grim hell. []
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Because the disparity in cultivation between the two sides was too great, under the pressure of the other party's divine might, Zhang Ruochin's internal holy energy was completely unable to operate, and naturally he couldn't use spatial teleportation to escape. He could only rely on his powerful physique to barely withstand the coercion of the Saint Ancestor of the Corpse-raising Ancient Clan.
Yin Xuanji stood beside the bronze coffin, facing Zhang Ruochin with a sneer: "Zhang Ruochin, the Kongdong Saint of the Gu Clan is right before you. Why don't you kneel and pay your respects?"
Zhang Ruochen gritted his teeth and stared at him with cold eyes.
Yin Xuanji had long wanted to deal with Zhang Ruochin, and naturally wouldn't let this opportunity pass. He stepped forward, ready to approach. But then, he saw an extremely beautiful woman appear behind Zhang Ruochin.
Then, a powerful holy aura erupted from the woman's body, shocking Yin Xuanji so that he retreated again and again, unable to move forward.
This beauty, naturally, is the Blood Moon Ghost King.
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"Wow!"
A surge of ghostly energy surged from her palm.
A ghostly aura enveloped Zhang Ruochin's body, and the immense pressure it exerted on him vanished instantaneously.
Zhang Ruochin took two steps back and stared at the bronze coffin, his eyes becoming extremely solemn.
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More importantly, Zhang Ruochen suspected that there were other saints hidden nearby.
"How could a Ghost King appear?"
None expected that there would be a Ghost King protecting Zhang Ruochen. Even Yin Xuanji and Feng Yinchuan were very surprised.
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From within the brass coffin, a raspy voice echoed: "Zhang Ruochin, you insignificant Ghost King, cannot save your own life. Continue to resist, and you will only meet a dead end."
Although the voice was very low, it echoed across the lava ocean and shook the entire space.
"Not necessarily."
Zhang Ruochen's fearless appearance, he stretched out his finger and touched the surface of the space ring. Instantly, a beam of sword light flew from the surface of the ring, transforming into a jagged ancient sword, suspended before him and the Blood Moon Ghost King.
The sword body radiated an extremely powerful aura, condensing into streaks of sword energy that flew through this world.
<<<"Towering Sword!" >>>
The countless skull marks on the surface of the brass coffin trembled violently. Inside, a roar erupted: "How dare the Sword Saint of Xuanji give the Sky-Piercing Sword to you! It's despicable."
The Taotian Sword ranks 27th in the "Thousand-Patterned Holy Artifact Record". The power it can unleash is naturally extraordinary.
When the Sword Saint of Star-Dust wielded his boundless sword, a single strike could slay a saint.
The Blood Moon Ghost King continuously releases his ghostly energy into the Heavenly Soaring Sword.
"Boom!"
The <<>>trembled violently, surging with ten times the sword energy of before. It condensed into a sea of sword energy, completely engulfing Yin Xuanji and Feng Yinchuan.
From the surface of the bronze coffin, a black holy aura shot out, engulfing the two of them and flying them away. When they landed on the ground, they were already at the entrance of Ghost God Valley.
The Blood Moon Ghost King also waved his sleeve, sending Zhang Ruochin flying out and dropping him dozens of miles away.
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Then, the Blood Moon Ghost King's right hand clenched into a fist, grabbing the Heavenly Soaring Sword. The sword's surface inscriptions quickly appeared.
Thousands of sacred runes, like thousands of holy rivers, emanate a terrifying and world-destroying might.
Even though Zhang Ruochin was dozens of miles away, he could feel immense pressure.
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A sword qi, connecting the heavens and earth, flew out of the Blood Moon Ghost King's hand, shattering this space to pieces.
Meanwhile, from within the brass coffin, thousands of skeletons flew out. However, as soon as they touched the sword energy, all the skeletons turned into white ash.
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The bronze coffin is also a powerful artifact, but it cannot be compared to the Heavenly Soaring Sword.
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The coffin first caved in, then cracks appeared, like those on ceramics, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.
"Kill me."
Above the Blood Moon Ghost King's head, her long hair danced wildly, her eyes were sharp, and she held a towering sword in her hand, as if transformed into a female sword saint. She possessed an air of looking down upon the world.
At that moment, in another part of Ghost God Valley.
A piece of purple firecloud rose from the ground and slammed into the Blood Moon Ghost King.
Inside the fire cloud, stood a man clad in purple-gold armor. His skin was as white as paper, and his eyes glinted with terrifying lightning. Between his palms, a golden ring flew out, striking the Blood Moon Ghost King's head.
The Blood Moon Ghost King swung his sword backhand, slashing it out.
With a clang, the towering sword sent the golden ring flying backward.
When the two sacred artifacts collided, they unleashed waves of powerful divine power. This force swept through Ghost Valley, scattering the ghostly Qi and leaving it empty.
Zhang Ruochin, standing dozens of li away, also suffered a considerable impact. He propped up his sword energy domain and spatial domain, sliding backwards hundreds of meters in succession.
"That man in purple-gold armor, is he the war corpse of the Kongtong Saint, or another saint from the Gu Clan who specializes in necromancy?" Zhang Ruochen's gaze was fixed on the violet fire cloud above the sky.
No matter what the situation is, it's pretty bad.
The Blood Moon Ghost King, wielding his boundless sword, could withstand a single Saint. However, he would absolutely be unable to withstand two Saints.
"Now, what should I do?" Zhang Ruochin's brain raced, thinking of a solution.
The broken brass coffin flew backwards.
From the coffin, stepped out a hunched old man. His hair was as white as snow, cascading down his head, revealing only half of his wrinkled face.
This person, is precisely Kongdong Sheng, a venerable antique who has lived for nearly five hundred years. Even within the Cangshi ancient clan, he is one of the most senior figures.
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The two eye sockets of the Saint were two dark hollows, as if there were no eyeballs. He said, “The Heavenly Conquering Sword is indeed powerful. If that old geezer, Xuánjī, was still alive, I'm afraid this Saint wouldn't be able to withstand a single strike from him. However, with a Ghost King wielding the Heavenly Conquering Sword, its power has probably been greatly diminished.”
Above the heavens, a man in purple-gold armor said: "Seize the Sky Piercing Sword, and the Corpse God clan will have another sacred artifact to protect their lineage."
Immediately, the man formed hand seals and sent out another golden ring.
A golden ring spun rapidly, growing larger and larger. Finally, its diameter reached hundreds of feet, hovering above the Blood Moon Demon King's head.
At the same time, the Holy One's hands pressed down on the ground. A powerful tearing force split the earth apart, extending in both directions to the left and right.
A huge chasm, stretching all the way to the Blood Moon Ghost King's feet.
The Blood Moon Ghost King's brow bore a crescent moon-shaped mark, his snow-white ethereal form emanating a faint, pearly moonlight. His power had somehow increased by severalfold.
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BOOM!"
She single-handedly fought two saints simultaneously and held her own.
On the contrary, the venerable sages, because they were too old, their blood and energy had declined, unable to fight for long. The power they erupted was rapidly weakening. If the battle continued, I'm afraid that the Blood Moon Ghost King could really drive the two saints back.
"Pfft."
The holy warrior flew backward, a sword slash one foot long appearing on his chest. A drop of holy blood trickled from the wound and spilled onto the ground.
The sacred blood contains immense power. Every drop that falls to the ground will create a large crater.
After a moment, the man clad in purple-gold armor was also pushed back. His golden ring clashed with the sky-splitting sword for dozens of blows, causing a crack to appear. If they continued to collide, this holy artifact might be completely destroyed.
The Saint’s gaze turned cold and cruel as he roared, “Shiva, why don’t you make a move? Your Ghost Clan techniques can restrain the undead. For you, dealing with a Ghost King shouldn't be difficult, should it?”
To the east of the Ghost God Valley, an old woman appeared, holding a gnarled wooden cane. She stood at the edge of the lava sea and laughed, "Cleaning up a Ghost King is certainly not a difficult task. But after I deal with her, how should we divide the benefits?"
The third saint appears.
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The saint's face darkened and he said, "What do you mean?"
Shivas Saint smiled slightly, and a few wrinkles on his face seemed to fade. "Shen Wan Guo, Tao Tian Jian, Zhang Ruochin, all belong to the Gu Clan of Ghosts now. The treasures in the magma ocean, our two clans will each take half. What do you say?"
In the eyes of Lord Shiva, “Zhang Ruochin” was also a huge fortune. His value even surpassed the Divine Fruit and the Towering Sword.
This kid is a treasure trove.
The Corpse Chasing ancient clan and the Spirit Raising ancient clan have been intermarried for generations, their fates intertwined. However, when it comes to fundamental interests, they will still fight tooth and nail.
The Saint coldly snorted, "Shiva, your appetite is too big! Can you handle it?"
"You won't?" Shiva chuckled.
It goes without saying that the celestial beings were very unwilling, especially Shen Guoguo. Increasing one's lifespan by a hundred years was a matter of life and death for him. How could he possibly give it to someone else?
However, he now has to rely on the power of Shiva's saint to deal with that ghost king, so he can only temporarily endure.
"Alright! This saint agrees to your request. Let's deal with that ghost king first, so as not to create any variables." Kongdong Sheng said.
Shiva the saint also knew that several other forces were lurking nearby, their eyes fixed on this place.
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Now, it is indeed necessary to deal with the Blood Moon Ghost King and quickly take control of Zhang Ruochin and all the treasures in the magma ocean.
From the brow of Shiva, the holy one, a black earthen pot flew forth, rising into the air and appearing above her head.
As soon as the clay pot flew out, a strong sense of unease arose in the Blood Moon Ghost King's heart. Immediately, she waved her monstrous sword and slashed at the black clay pot.
The lid of the clay pot was opened, releasing a cloud of black mist.
The sound of a ghostly wail arose from within the ??? jar, as if it contained an entire realm.
Upon hearing the sound, Xue Yue Ghost King's heart trembled with unease. Her whole body ached violently, and she let out a scream. Her ghostly form rapidly disintegrated, turning into wisps of ghost qi that flew into the earthen jar.
With a deafening boom, the colossal sword plummeted from the sky, crashing to the ground. |
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