On the surface of the brass coffin, thousands of skeleton marks appeared, scattered and gathered into a gloomy hellish scene.

Because the difference in cultivation between the two sides was too big, under the suppression of the other party's holy power, the holy energy in Zhang Ruochen's body could not be activated at all, so naturally he could not use space to escape. He could only rely on his powerful system to barely resist the deterrence of the saint ancestor of the ancient tribe who drove away the corpse.

Yin Xuanji stood beside the brass coffin and sneered: "Zhang Ruochen, the saint of the ancient tribe of the corpse is right in front of you, why don't you kneel down and bow down?"

Zhang Ruochen gritted his teeth and stared at him coldly.

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

A powerful holy power burst out on the woman's body, which shocked Yin Xuanji to retreat continuously and unable to move forward.

This beauty is naturally the Blood Moon Ghost King.

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

"Wow!"

A surging ghost spirit surged out from her palm.

The ghost energy wrapped Zhang Ruochen's body, and the huge pressure acting on him disappeared instantly.

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

The ancient tribe of the corpse-driven tribe actually came an ancestor of the saint level. In this way, the situation became quite unfavorable to them.

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

"How come a ghost king appeared?"

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

A hoarse voice sounded inside the brass coffin: "Zhang Ruochen, a mere ghost king, can't save your life. If you continue to resist, it will be a dead end."

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

"It may not be."

Zhang Ruochen looked unafraid and stretched out his fingers and touched the space ring. Then, a sword light flew out from the ring and turned into a serrated ancient sword, suspended in front of him and the Blood Moon Ghost King.

An extremely powerful aura emanates from the sword body, condenses into sword energy, flying between this world.

"The Sword!"

The thousands of skeleton marks on the surface of the brass coffin shook violently, and a roar sounded inside it: "It's really abominable that Xuan Ji Sword Saint actually passed the surging sword to you."

The Taotian Sword ranks 27th in "Thousand Patterns Holy Artifacts", and its power can be revealed is naturally extraordinary.

When Xuan Ji Sword Saint controls the Torrent Sword, he can kill the Saint with just one sword.

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

"Boom!"

The Tootian Sword vibrated violently, rushed out ten times more sword energy than before, condensed into a sea of ​​sword energy, and completely swept Yin Xuanji and Feng Yinchan into it.

A black holy aura 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 entrance of the Ghost Valley.

The Blood Moon Ghost King also waved his sleeves, rolled Zhang Ruochen out, and threw it dozens of miles away.

Then, the Blood Moon Ghost King pinched forward with five fingers of his right hand, and grabbed the Tootian Sword. The inscription on the surface of the Tootian Sword was about to emerge.

Thousands of inscriptions are like thousands of holy rivers, emitting holy power that destroys the world.

Even though Zhang Ruochen stood dozens of miles away, he felt a huge pressure.

"Wow!"

A sword energy connecting the sky and the earth flew out from the hands of the Blood Moon Ghost King, smashing this space to pieces.

At the same time, thousands of skeletons flew out from the inside of the brass coffin, but just after touching the sword energy, all of the thousands of skeletons turned into white powder.

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

"Click!"

The coffin was first sunken, and then it cracked a series of patterns, like ceramics, and would be broken at any time.

"Die me."

The Blood Moon Ghost King had a long flying head, sharp eyes, and holding a surging sword in his hand, as if he had transformed into a female sword saint, and he actually had this kind of power that looked down on the world.

At this moment, in the Valley of Ghosts and Gods, another area.

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

Inside the Huoyun, a man wearing purple gold armor stood, his skin was pale as paper, his eyes gushing out of thunder and lightning. Between his palms, a golden ring flew out and hit the head of the Blood Moon Ghost King.

The Blood Moon Ghost King slashed out with a backhand sword.

With a tingling sound, the surging sword knocked the golden ring backwards.

The two holy weapons collided, and circles of powerful power of the holy path were emitted, impacting the ghost energy in the Ghost Valley to disappear.

Zhang Ruochen stood dozens of miles away and suffered a considerable impact, supporting the sword energy field and space field, and slid backward for hundreds of meters in a row.

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

In either case, it is quite bad.

The Blood Moon Ghost King can block one saint with his thunderous sword, but he will definitely not be able to block two saints.

"Now, what should I do?" Zhang Ruochen's brain flew and thought about countermeasures.

The broken brass coffin flew backwards.

From the coffin, a hunched old man walked out, with his pale head scattered from the top of his head, revealing only half of his wrinkled face.

This person is the old antique who has lived for nearly five hundred years. Even if he is driving corpses, he is one of the highest-ranking figures.

The two eye sockets of Saint Li Dong were two black holes, as if they had no eyeballs, and said, "The Sword of the Sky is really powerful. If the old man Xuan Ji was still alive, I am afraid that this Saint would not be able to stop his sword. However, if a ghost king drives the Sword of the Sky, it is probably a great discount."

Above the sky, a man wearing purple gold armor said, "If you seize the thunderous sword, you will have another tribe-suppressing holy weapon to seize the corpse."

Immediately, the man formed a seal with both hands and knocked out the golden ring again.

The golden ring rotates rapidly and becomes larger and larger. Finally, the diameter of the ring reaches several miles and hangs above the head of the Blood Moon Ghost King.

At the same time, the saint Li Dong pressed his hands towards the ground, and a powerful tearing force separated the earth and extended it to the left and right directions.

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

A crescent-shaped mark appeared between the blood moon ghost king's eyebrows. The snow-white ghost body emitted white moonlight, and its own power actually increased a little.

"Boom!"

With her own strength, she fought with the two saints at the same time, but she was not at a disadvantage.

On the contrary, because the saint of the Dong is too old and his blood is declining, he cannot fight for a long time, and the power he explodes is almost weakening. If he continues to fight, he may be able to really repel the two saints.

"Puchi."

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

The holy blood contains extremely powerful power. Every drop of it falls to the ground, it will smash a big hole into the ground.

A moment later, the man wearing purple and golden armor was also repelled. His golden ring and the Torrent Sword faced dozens of blows head-on, and a crack appeared. If the collision continued, this holy weapon would probably be completely destroyed.

Saint Li Dong showed a cold look in his eyes and roared: "Shiva, aren't you taking action yet? Your methods of raising ghosts can restrain the undead. For you, it shouldn't be difficult to deal with a ghost king?"

An old woman appeared on the east side of the Ghost Valley, holding a dead wooden crutch, standing on the edge of the magma ocean, and smiled and said, "It is certainly not difficult to clean up a Ghost King. However, after I cleaned up her, how should I distribute the next benefits?"

The third saint appears.

It is the Shiva Saint of the Ancient Ghost Raising Clan, and an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years. Because his life is about to end, he will come to the underworld to find a magical medicine to extend his life.

Saint Li Dong's face darkened and he said, "What does it mean?"

The Shiva Saint smiled slightly, and the wrinkles on his face were missing, and he said, "The God's Wandering Fruit, the Torrent Sword, Zhang Ruochen, are all owned by the ancient tribe of Yanggui. Half of the treasures in the magma ocean are each half of our tribes. How about it?"

In the eyes of the Shiva Saint, "Zhang Ruochen" is also a huge fortune. His value is even more than the god-stubborn fruit and the thunderous sword.

This kid has treasures all over his body.

The ancient tribe of driving corpses and the ancient tribe of raising ghosts have been married for generations, and they are in harmony with each other. However, when it involves fundamental interests, they will still fight for blood.

Saint Dong snorted coldly: "Shiva, your appetite is too big! Can you hold on?"

"Don't you?" said Shiva Saint with a smile.

The saint of Dong is naturally very unwilling to do so, especially the stubborn result of the gods, which can increase the life span of a hundred years. How can he give it to others if he lives or dies?

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

"Okay! This saint promises you to deal with the ghost king first so as to avoid variables." said the saint of Dong.

The Shiva Saint was also very clear that there were several forces hiding nearby, staring at this place with great enthusiasm.

It is just because the power of the ancient ghost-raising tribe and the ancient corpse-driven tribe is too strong that those monks hiding in the dark dare not act rashly.

Now, the Blood Moon Ghost King should be cleaned up and all the treasures in Zhang Ruochen and the magma ocean should be controlled as soon as possible.

A black pot of clay flew out from the forehead of the Saint Shiva, soared into the air and appeared above her head.

Just as the pottery was flying out, a strong sense of uneasiness arose in the heart of the Blood Moon Ghost King. So she immediately waved the surging sword and slashed towards the black pottery.

The lid of the clay pot opened, and a black cloud spread out.

In the jar, the sound of ghosts howling sounded, as if it was a region.

Hearing the sound, the Blood Moon Ghost King was suddenly restless, his whole body was in ache, and his screams came out of his mouth. Her ghost body was about to decompose, turning into wisps of ghost energy, and flew into the pottery jar.
Chapter completed!