God Emperor

At the same time, Yin Xuanji rose above and paused over the dragon corpse.

His strong Holy Qi rushed to the bells at his waist. All three bells attached to his waist ran into each other, and made violent noises of collision.

The dragon corpse and the golden corpse beneath him gave out deafening sounds. Their cold Corpse Qi burst out, and condensed into dozens of shades of dragon shadow and a large area of golden palaces.

The golden corpse used to be an old Royal, who had refined himself an immortal body. Even if he had been dead for tens of thousands of years, his corpse was still unchanged.

The blurring shadow of the golden palaces was condensed by its royal Qi. It was like the laksana of its Saint Body, containing powerful Saint Might and Royal Might.

“Fight!” Yin Xuanji shouted.

Both the dragon corpse and the golden corpse rushed out to attack.

Zhang Ruochen took great caution, and created spatial cracks constantly. But they weren’t hit by any of the cracks. At last, Zhang Ruochen had to jump 30 meters into the air to run away from being attacked by both of the corpses.

“Attack.”

At this moment, Feng Yinchan commanded 8,000 ghost soldiers rallied in a battle formation, which had amassed all their power together. They chopped toward Zhang Ruochen as he skipped in midair, coming at him in a 3,000-meter-long blood blade moving in another direction.

The blade had cracked the space and left it in uncountable pieces.

The strength of this blade was probably too much to be taken by a Fourth Level Half-Saint.

Even though Zhang Ruochen had complete confidence in himself, he used Spatial Move to jump to the right, and avoided fighting face to face with her.

“The means of the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race was truly terrible, as the legends say. Her strength is perhaps stronger than that of Yin Xuanji.”

The minute Zhang Ruochen had moved away, the golden corpse controlled by Yin Xuanji rushed with unbelievable speed through the Spatial Domain to arrive in front of Zhang Ruochen in just a second.

The wind created by its fist took the blurring shadow of golden palaces behind it, and rushed to the front.

“Disaster for divine dragon.”

Zhang Ruochen played Dragon and Elephant Prajna Palm, and shadows of dragons and elephants flew out of his palm to collide hard with the golden corpse.

Boom!

A strand of overwhelming power surged from the golden fist and shook Zhang Ruochen to retreat 18 steps consistently. Each step smashed the rocks on the ground into pieces.

The power of the golden corpse was way stronger than that of the battle corpse with three heads and six arms.

“Zhang Ruochen, you still have a chance to surrender to me now. As long as you kneel down and kowtow to me, I will let you go.” Yin Xuanji shook his bells, and gave a gloomy laugh.

His collaboration with Feng Yinchan had always worked well. Even some elders of the Half-Saints would have to run away from them.

How could he be unable defeat a Fish-Dragon Realm monk?

Zhang Ruochen felt his right arm extremely hurting, the right half of his body became numb and it was hard to gather strength.

The fighting power of the golden corpse was perhaps the same as a Fourth Level Half-Saint.

And the cultivation of Yin Xuanji was about at the state of a Second Level Half-Saint, otherwise he couldn’t control such a powerful battle corpse.

Even among the Half-Saints, a Fourth Level Half-Saint was among the best. After all, for all Half-Saints in Kunlun’s Field, more than half were under Fourth Level Half-Saint, and only 30% to 40% of Half-Saints could reach the Fourth Level.

Zhang Ruochen’s look was unchanged. There was no fear in his eyes, but more severity. He operated the Saint Dragon’s Qi in dragon marble quickly to his right arm. The feeling of hurt and numbness soon disappeared.

Yin Xuanji saw that Zhang Ruochen was still stubborn, so he hummed and shook his three bells again to control the golden corpse, and let out two fist prints again.

The blurring shadow of golden palaces flew to Zhang Ruochen like a world pressing on him.

“Space Crack!”

Zhang Ruochen lowered his eyes, pointed his right index finger to the front, and smash the space in front of him into a broken Space Zone.

Using Space Crack in Ghost God Valley gave out a more powerful strength. Hundreds of meters of space all imploded and broke completely into pieces.

Yin Xuanji was quite shocked as well. He didn’t expect Zhang Ruochen to use such a terrible means, which even Fifth Level Half-Saints and Sixth Level Half-Saints would have to run away from.

The speed of the golden corpse was extraordinary. It retreated immediately and surprisingly escaped from the broken space.

In another direction, the 8,000 ghost soldiers commanded by Feng Yinchan formed into round shaped battle circles, and surrounded Zhang Ruochen.

8,000 lines of Ghostly Qi rushed out of the bodies of the ghost soldiers, and then changed into iron chains, which were as thick as barrels, and interweaved to form a Ghostly Qi Prison.

Feng Yinchan took ghost streamer in her hand. With half of her pretty face covered by her ink black veil, she said mysteriously, “Zhang Ruochen, this time you couldn’t escape even if a pair of wings were added to you.”

Zhang Ruochen stood at the center of the Ghostly Qi Prison, looking extremely peaceful. “You think a Thousand Ghosts Absorbing Formation could trap me here?”

“Since you know about Thousand Ghosts Absorbing Formation, you should be aware that once I activate the Formation, your martial soul will be taken from you. Without your martial soul, can you still keep space under control?”

Apparently, Feng Yinchan had great confidence in the Thousand Ghosts Absorbing Formation. As it was known, this Formation was among the best of the Sixth Level Battle Formations.

Even those Half-Saints who had practiced for over 200 years and refined their saint souls to very stable states could hardly defend against the Thousand Ghosts Absorbing Formation. Certainly Zhang Ruochen couldn’t, either.

But Zhang Ruochen only gave a smile without speaking, and operated the power of space and pulled all eleven spatial cracks to him at the same time.

If being attacked by those spatial cracks, the ghost soldiers refined by Feng Yinchan with great difficulties would be wiped out.

“You think I wouldn’t really dare to kill you.”

There were cold lights coming from the eyes of Feng Yinchan. She threw ghost streamer to the air, and made it float above the 8,000 ghost soldiers.

As the ghost streamer moved slowly, the 8,000 ghost soldiers rushed forward together. Their ghost forms changed into ghostly Qi, and then condensed into 8,000 Ghost Rune Scrolls to fly to Zhang Ruochen.

Looking from afar, Zhang Ruochen was surrounded by Ghost Rune Scrolls completely.

8,000 Ghost Rune Scrolls rolled rapidly, making a giant Ghostly Qi Whirlpool with a whizzing noise.

Yin Xuanji frowned a little. Although he wanted Feng Yinchan to kill Zhang Ruochen very much, he didn’t want Zhang Ruochen to die now. If he died, who would take them out of the netherworld?

It was a little reckless for Feng Yinchan to use the Thousand Ghosts Absorbing Formation to deal with Zhang Ruochen now.

After Elephant-Swallowing Rabbit sent monster ape to Scroll World, it returned to the ground immediately.

Not only had it returned, but Ghost King Bloodmoon stood not far away as well. Except Ghost King Bloodmoon looked very indifferent. She put on a poker face as if she was just a bystander.

Elephant-Swallowing Rabbit raised its head, looked at her, and said, “Ghost, if you keep standing there and don’t help, Lord Chen could die by the hands of the heirs of the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and the Ancient Necromancer Race.”

Ghost King Bloodmoon looked toward it. “He’s not that easy to kill. Besides, there are several strands of powerful Qi in the dark.”

Since a Ghost King called them powerful, those figures could never be ordinary.

Ghost King Bloodmoon turned on a look of alertness, as she could perceive that a strand of strange Qi in the dark was growing stronger and could suppress her Ghostly Qi.

That power made her really uncomfortable.

Boom!

Colorful lights were given out from Zhang Ruochen’s body at the center of Thousand Ghosts Absorbing Formation, which ripped five cracks of the fragile space there.

The 8,000 Ghost Rune Rolls flew backwards together.

“Is that… Five Elements Chaotic Power? Could Zhang Ruochen have mastered the so-called Five Elements Chaotic Body?”

Feng Yinchan’s face turned pale. She manipulated ghost streamer at once, attempting to pull the 8,000 ghost soldiers formed in the Rune Scrolls back. After all, she had spent countless time and fortune to refine them. If they fell into spatial cracks, it would cost her dearly.

But she was still a little late for it.

Zhang Ruochen threw out all the spatial cracks, which devoured all 8,000 ghost soldiers. Only six ghost soldiers at the level of Wuchang kept their ghost forms and flew back to the ghost streamer.

The other two ghost soldiers at the level of Wuchang were attacked by spatial cracks and dispersed.

As ghost soldiers were being eliminated, Feng Yinchan was hurt by it. She spat a mouthful of blood out and retreated immediately.

“Zhang Ruochen, you are asking for death.”

Yin Xuanji manipulated the two battle corpses and was ready to attack him again with full strength.

Meanwhile, an old voice was heard from the ghost fog afar. “Ji er, the space in this area is very fragile. This is a great advantage for Zhang Ruochen. You should step back now, let me deal with him.”

A rusty brass coffin could be seen unclearly floating in the center of the dark ghost fog.

The voice came from inside it.

Yin Xuanji disliked the order, but he didn’t refuse to listen to the words of the old man inside the coffin.

That old man was an Elder of the Ancient Necromancer Race. He had practiced for hundreds of years, and risked coming to the netherworld for the Resurrection Potion, as he was coming to the end of his life.

Although Yin Xuanji was the heir of the Ancient Necromancer Race and enjoyed a superior right comparable to a Saint in his race, he didn’t dare to offend the Elder in the coffin.

Yin Xuanji bowed to the brass coffin with hands folded, and said, “Elder, there was a Shenwan Fruit on Zhang Ruochen. If you take it, your life will be extended for one hundred years.”

The brass coffin shook a little when he heard the words “Shenwan Fruit,” and the breath inside it sounded hurried.

Shenwan Fruit had to be cultivated by divine Qi and divine blood for long years.

Although its medical power couldn’t compare with the Resurrection Potion, it was still a divine treasure used to extend life. Even Saints would crave for one.

At the minute that the brass coffin appeared, Zhang Ruochen felt a heavy pressure on him. His feet fell into the ground. And in a minute, his ankles had sunk underneath it.

Now he could hardly move his fingers, and it was impossible to fight.