The black clay pot is extremely rough, and there are even cracked patterns on its surface.

However, such an ordinary clay pot took a ghost king into it.

Not only Zhang Ruochen, but also some of the monks hiding in the dark, were also quite surprised.

"Could it be...that's the legendary soul-catching holy jar?"

"It is very likely that the Soul-Seeing Holy Can was refined by a great saint ancestor of the ancient ghost-raising tribe. It has been passed down from the Middle Ages to this day."

"The Great Sage of Heart Eat?"

"It should be true. Only figures like the Heart-Devouring Great Sage can refine the Soul-Seeing Holy Can."

The Soul-Seeing Holy Can ranks 18th in "Thousand Patterns Holy Artifacts", which is higher than the Tohoku Sword. It can not only conquer the dead souls, but also extract the souls of living people. It is a very powerful evil thing.

The Soul-Surface Holy Can just put the Blood Moon Ghost King in, and the can swayed violently, and there was a "bang bang" sound inside it.

"A ghost king with two robbery still wants to escape from the soul-catching holy jar?"

The Shiva Saint snorted coldly, pinched his fingers, and a drop of holy blood overflowed, flew out, and hit the soul-catching holy jar. Immediately, blood-red patterns appeared on the surface of the jar, suppressing the Blood Moon Ghost King in the jar.

Just as the Shiva Saint suppressed the Blood Moon Ghost King, Zhang Ruochen used the sword intent to summon the Tootian Sword back and put it into the space ring.

The monks of the ancient ghost-raising tribe and the ancient corpse-driven tribe did not stop them.

After all, in their opinion, Zhang Ruochen was like a turtle in a jar, and he could not escape.

In addition to the three saints, some semi-saints from the Ancient Corpse Tribute and the Ancient Ghost Raising Tribute also appeared. There were more than ten people in total. Standing on the edge of the magma ocean, each of which emitted an extremely powerful aura of power.

Except for Yin Xuanji and Feng Yinchan, the rest are all older overlords whose lifespan is about to end, and they have lived at least two hundred years old.

Feng Yinchan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Zhang Ruochen, it's meaningless to continue to resist."

Zhang Ruochen is a descendant of time and space, and has also cultivated into the five elements chaos body. For the ancient ghost-raising tribe, he is a huge fortune.

The ancient tribe of Guijia studied the soul thoroughly and could use secret techniques to seize Zhang Ruochen's body.

If the ancient tribe of Yanggui gave birth to a time and space successor with the five elements chaos body, it would definitely be able to lead the ancient tribe of Yanggui to prosperity.

Zhang Ruochen looked around and saw that there were old-generation strong men from the ancient ghost-raising tribe and the ancient corpse-driven tribe. No one's strength was inferior to him.

The eyes of those people were either joking or pity, just like Zhang Ruochen was already the flesh on their chopping board, and could only be slaughtered by them.

"What if I don't surrender?"

Although he was in a very passive situation, Zhang Ruochen did not compromise and seemed very calm.

"If you don't want toast, you will be punished for wine."

The Saint of Dong was too lazy to talk nonsense with Zhang Ruochen, so he stretched out a thin arm, walked through dozens of miles of space, and grabbed Zhang Ruochen.

He used the martial arts of "take objects from a distance". He has practiced this martial arts to the point of reaching the pinnacle. Even if it is hundreds of miles apart, he can grab the things he wants with just a gentle stretch of his hand.

"Chichi."

Above Zhang Ruochen's head, the rules of the Holy Dao were running quickly, condensing into a black palm that was more than 20 meters long, grabbing it downwards.

Seeing that Zhang Ruochen was about to be captured by the Saint of Dong, a blue light column surged out from the bottom of the large pit in the center of the magma ocean.

The light column contains a very rich energy of life.

The next moment, green grass leaves grew on the shore of the magma lake and in the cracks of the stones, growing at an extremely fast rate, turning into vines, flowers, and shrubs.

The lifeless valley of ghosts and gods became full of spring in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, a sword energy flew out from somewhere, shattering the big hand condensed by Saint Dong directly.

The sword energy did not dissipate and continued to fly forward.

"There are actually masters."

The face of Saint Li Dong changed slightly, and he immediately beat out three defensive talismans, and condensed into three layers of light shields in front of him.

Each layer of light shield is three feet thick.

Usually, he only needs to use a defensive talisman to resolve the crisis.

At this time, the reason why three talismans were shot out in a row was because the power of the sword energy was too powerful, giving him an irresistible feeling.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Three consecutive sounds of sound, and the light shield condensed from three defensive talismans was instantly penetrated by the sword energy.

The sword energy slashed the body of Saint Dong and cut off his right arm.

A large amount of holy blood gushed out of the body of Saint Edong. Saint Edong let out a low scream, flew backwards, and fell into the ocean of magma.

The scene just now was so amazing that it shocked many people.

"What a powerful sword, I'm afraid only the Sword Saint can wield such power."

"Saint Li Dong has been a saint for hundreds of years and has a very strong strength. Unless Xuan Ji Sword Saint is resurrected, who can cut off his arm with one sword?"

"I had guessed that Zhang Ruochen still had a trump card. It turned out that behind him, there was such a powerful backer."

...

Just as everyone was speculating, Zhang Ruochen showed an ecstatic expression on his face, and his eyes looked towards the center of the magma ocean.

A brilliant figure slowly walked out of the blue fog.

Seeing the figure, Zhang Ruochen's eyes became a little wet, his body couldn't help trembling, and he knelt on one knee: "Master... Master..."

Before he could kneel down, Xuan Ji Sword Saint raised his hand and the next moment, he appeared in front of him and helped him up. Xuan Ji Sword Saint's extremely deep eyes looked at Zhang Ruochen carefully, and his expression was quite complicated.

The dead people came back to life, and even with Xuan Ji Sword Saint's mood, they developed various inexplicable emotions, confused, moved, and amazement, and eventually became calm.

I have been a human being for two lifetimes, so I can naturally be calm.

Xuan Ji Sword Saint patted Zhang Ruochen's shoulder with his hand and said, "Good boy, you retreat first, and then leave it to the master."

Zhang Ruochen had thousands of words in his heart, but he still endured it, retreated, and stood behind Xuanji Sword Saint.

It is already a miracle among the miracles that Master can come back to life.

The monks of the ancient ghost-raising tribe and the ancient corpse-driven tribe were all shocked, and the dead people actually came alive.

They have been in contact with ghosts and corpses all year round, so they can naturally tell whether Xuanji Sword Saint is a human or a ghost.

There was no trace of death in Xuan Ji Sword Saint, but the energy of life radiated from him was thousands of times higher than that of ordinary people.

The original white turned into blue.

The wrinkles on his face also disappeared, and he looked like a middle-aged man in his forties.

"Wow!"

The saint of Dong rushed out of the magma ocean and landed on the ground. Although he had broken his arm, he still emitted a powerful holy energy.

However, when he saw Xuan Ji Sword Saint, he was still shocked and said, "How is that possible?"

A circle of light of life surged from Xuan Ji Sword Saint, saying, "Ye Tong, you dare to attack this Saint's disciples. Do you really think this Saint is dead?"

Saint Li Dong took a deep breath and snorted coldly: "It must be Zhang Ruochen who helped you find the medicine for resurrection. No wonder that kid wants to stop us here. It turns out that he is buying time for you."

"What, do you regret it?" Xuan Ji Sword Saint said.

The Saint Shiva said, "Don, don't talk much to him. He has just come back to life and has not fully absorbed the power of the resurrection medicine. Taking this opportunity, we join forces to kill him. Maybe, we can also refine the resurrection medicine from his body."

Immediately, the Shiva Saint knocked out the Soul-Seeing Holy Can.

Ghosts flew out of the jar, and the aura of four ghosts was quite powerful, comparable to that of four ghost kings. Controlling the four ghost kings is already the limit of Shiva's Saint.

The Blood Moon Ghost King had not been refined by the Soul-Seeing Holy Can. Taking this opportunity, she escaped from the can, turned into a ghost smoke, and fell to the ground, looking quite weak.

The Shiva Saint is doing his best to deal with Xuan Ji Sword Saint, and there is no time to suppress her again.

At the same time, Saint Li Dong and the man wearing purple gold armor also used their own cards, played the holy arts, and attacked Xuanji Sword Saint from the side.

The destructive power caused by the three great saints attacked at the same time was naturally quite amazing. The cliffs and hills in the Ghost Valley all collapsed, making roaring sounds.

Zhang Ruochen was quite worried. After all, Xuan Ji Sword Saint had just woken up and definitely had not reached its peak state, and might not be able to block the attacks of the three saints. What's more, the other party also has a soul-catching holy pot.

So he took out the Taotian sword and wanted to hand it to Xuanji Sword Saint.

However, Xuan Ji Sword Saint shook his head gently, showed a confident expression on his face, took a step forward, and appeared in the void. He used his hand as his sword and slashed forward.

The sword energy was like a waterfall that was ten miles long, falling from the sky and hitting the two saints of the ancient tribe of the corpse-driven tribe.

"Puff."

The Holy Body of Edong only supported for a moment, and the body shattered and turned into a ball of blood mist. In the blood mist, there were broken holy bones that fell to the ground.

The saint wearing purple and golden armor also screamed, the armor was broken, and his whole body was bleeding, falling from the sky.

On the ground, a large pit appeared and a broken corpse.
Chapter completed!