The Ghost King Shenchu also felt a huge crisis, and his huge body trembled slightly.
With just this slight movement, the entire volcano was shaking, with streaks of fire emitting from the top of the mountain, golden magma pouring out, and flowing down turbulently from above.
At the same time, the Shenchu Ghost King opened his mouth and spit out a cloud of ghost energy.
"An ant dares to take action against me, please die."
The ghostly aura flew in the air, condensed into a human form, and turned into a giant spirit ghost general wearing black armor. He was four meters tall, pointed a black spear, roared, and stabbed Zhang Ruochen.
Even though the Shenchu Ghost King is quite weak at the moment, the breath of ghost energy he exhales is still very powerful and contains the power to destroy the heaven and the earth.
The spear thrust out, causing sand and rocks to fly on the surface of the volcano, and ghostly energy surging crazily.
Huge waves were set off in the magma ocean, and in the blink of an eye, the sharp spear tip struck in front of Zhang Ruochen.
"If you want to kill him, step on my body first."
Mu Lingxi activated her holy energy, and her slender body was completely covered with white snake scales.
She unfolded a pair of huge phoenix wings on her back, pushed forward with both palms, and knocked out the True Cauldron of Beasts.
The True Cauldron of Hundred Beasts rotated rapidly and became larger and larger. Finally, it grew to a height of three feet and turned into a black giant cauldron that collided with the spear thrust out by the ghost general.
"Boom."
The ghost will use a crushing force to knock the Hundred Beasts True Cauldron flying back and hit Mu Lingxi's chest.
Mu Lingxi spat out a mouthful of blood, stared at Zhang Ruochen for the last time, with a faint smile in his eyes, and fell into the magma ocean with a pop.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Ruochen's heart trembled, his eyes were bloodshot, and he yelled: "Go to hell."
Dozens of space cracks flew towards Shenchu Ghost King at the same time. The entire space was completely shattered and opened up, tearing apart the ghost general holding the spear in an instant.
The broken space continued to fly halfway up the mountain without losing speed.
The Shenchu Ghost King also knew that he had reached a critical moment of life and death. Suddenly, he let out a loud roar and shook his ghost body to pieces, turning into a ball of ghost energy and breaking away from the confinement of the thirty-six Buddhist chains.
This is a way of damaging one's own cultivation. Although it will seriously injure one's vitality, it is the only way to save one's life.
"Wow -"? The ghostly aura rushed out from between dozens of space cracks and disappeared over the volcano.
"I will never let you go...you...just wait..."
The voice of the Shenchu Ghost King grew farther and farther away, and finally disappeared completely.
Just when the Shenchu Ghost King let out a loud roar, Zhang Ruochen's vision went dark, he fell to the ground, bleeding from all seven holes, and passed out.
When he woke up again, he was still lying at the foot of the volcano. A monk wearing simple Buddhist robes stood not far away, staring at him with a pair of deep eyes.
The old monk looked as skinny as wood, like a layer of old brown skin covering his bones.
Such a person gave Zhang Ruochen the feeling of standing tall on a mountain, as if even a hair of his falling to the ground would make the earth tremble; if he exhaled a breath, the color of the world would change.
Even if Emperor Buddha were alive, I'm afraid it would be nothing more than this.
The old monk showed a kind smile, bowed to Zhang Ruochen, and said: "Donor, you finally woke up."
Zhang Ruochen stared at the undulating magma ocean, feeling a little lost and confused.
His heart was very painful. He got up from the ground and whispered: "Lingxi."
The old monk smiled slightly and said: "Donor, don't worry, the female benefactor has been rescued by the poor monk. The female benefactor has the blood of the Ice Phoenix in her body, and her vitality is quite strong. There is nothing serious."
Zhang Ruochen's eyes widened with an expression of great joy. Only then did he see Mu Lingxi lying on the ground. He immediately rushed over, helped her up, and checked her injuries.
Sure enough, as the old monk said, although Mu Lingxi did not wake up, her breath was stable and her vitality was quite strong.
Zhang Ruochen finally breathed a sigh of relief, stared at the old monk, stood up quickly, bowed deeply to the old monk, and said: "Thank you, senior, for saving me. I will never forget this."
The old monk stood on the ground like a withered pine, exuding an aura of simplicity and vicissitudes of life all over his body, like a sage who stepped out of the history books.
With his old eyes, he looked at Zhang Ruochen and sighed: "It's all my fault that the poor monk misjudged the strength of the Shenchu Ghost King. I shouldn't have let you two juniors take risks." Zhang Ruochen saw that the old monk was very weak.
He looked like one, so he took out two holy stones and handed them to him.
The old monk did not refuse, and offered his hand to Zhang Ruochen again. Then, he held the two holy stones in his hands and began to absorb the holy energy in the holy stones to restore his own cultivation.
I have to say that the old monk's cultivation is indeed quite terrifying.
The holy energy contained in the holy stone is so amazing. With Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level, even if it takes three years, he may not be able to absorb all the holy energy in a holy stone.
However, just a moment passed, and the holy energy in the two holy stones in the old monk's hands was completely absorbed, turned into grains of sand, leaked out from between his fingers, and fell to the ground.
The old monk's body finally recovered a little, and his old face had a little more color.
"In the underworld, the holy energy in the body will only continue to drain out and cannot be absorbed back at all. The poor monk and the Shenchu Ghost King have been fighting in the Ghost Valley for more than a year, and the holy stones on their bodies have long been exhausted. If
If the little benefactor hadn't helped the old monk repel the ghost king Shenchu, I'm afraid that in a few days, the old monk would have run out of oil and died," the old monk said.
Zhang Ruochen took out two more holy stones and handed them to the old monk.
However, the old monk gently shook his hand and said with a smile: "The poor monk has recovered a lot. Even if he absorbs the holy energy again, it will not have much effect. Today, I would like to thank the little benefactor for the two holy stones.
In Kunlun Realm, the poor monk will definitely pay back a hundredfold." When Zhang Ruochen saw the old monk saying this, he took the two holy stones back and asked, "Did the Ghost King Shenchu escape?"
The old monk nodded and sighed: "Earlier, he took the initiative to shatter his ghost body and escaped. At that time, the poor monk was in too weak a state, and he was eager to save you, so he couldn't stay.
However, his vitality has been severely damaged and he may not be able to survive the seventh ghost tribulation for a while."
Zhang Ruochen's expression became solemn and he asked in shock: "The Shenchu Ghost King is about to survive the seventh ghost tribulation?"
Once the seventh ghost tribulation is passed, the Shenchu Ghost King will be renamed the Shenchu Ghost Emperor and become a being comparable to the Great Sage.
The so-called great sage is a being with the most extraordinary wisdom, who understands the way of all things, and who has cultivated the holy way to perfection.
The old monk nodded and said: "About a year ago, the poor monk came to the underworld to travel and happened to encounter the Ghost King Shenchu who was going through the seventh ghost tribulation here, so he took action to stop him."
Zhang Ruochen asked: "Why does the Shenchu Ghost King want to survive the ghost tribulation here? The space here is very fragile, how can it withstand the power of the ghost tribulation?"
"The donor is very smart."
The old monk said in admiration: "This poor monk is also very confused about this. After fighting with the Ghost King Shenchu for several months, the poor monk gradually figured it out."
"Being able to come here, the donor must have heard the legendary story of the Thousand Bones Empress killing a god. It is said that the god's corpse fell in the Valley of Ghosts and Gods."
"What does the Shenchu Ghost King have to do with this story? Could it be..." An astonishing thought came to Zhang Ruochen's mind.
The old monk saw through Zhang Ruochen's thoughts and said: "Yes, the Ghost King Shenchu is probably the ghost of the fallen god. Therefore, when he came here to survive the seventh ghost tribulation, he could use the divine power during his lifetime to survive.
The probability of success will be greater."
Zhang Ruochen's face was solemn and he said: "If he is really the ghost of God, letting him escape this time will definitely cause endless troubles in the future."
The old monk seemed very calm and said: "It can only be said that his life is not exhausted and his life should not be extinguished. The Valley of Ghosts and Gods is his territory, and he has taken advantage of the right time and place. Even if the great sage of the human race comes, he may not be destroyed.
Got him."
"Being too persistent and regretful will only affect your own practice but will not have any effect. Why not look forward? Aren't there more opportunities in the future?"
Now that the Shenchu Ghost King has escaped, no matter how reluctant he is, it is meaningless.
It can also be seen from this that the old monk's state of mind is indeed much higher than that of the young man Zhang Ruochen.
The old monk said again: "The poor monk has never wanted to owe anyone else, but today, he owes the donor a huge favor. So be it! The poor monk hereby promises that he can do two things for you to repay the favor.
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Zhang Ruochen stared at the old monk and saw that the old monk looked very solemn, and it didn't look like he was joking.
The old monk's cultivation level can suppress the Shenchu Ghost King. This shows that even if he is not a great sage, he is probably quite close to the realm of a great sage.
What does it mean that such a powerful person agrees to do two things for him?
This means that from now on, few people in the entire Kunlun world will dare to offend Zhang Ruochen. Even Zhang Ruochen's former enemies can only take a detour when they see him.
Zhang Ruochen did not show too much excitement and seemed quite calm. He asked: "As far as I know, there is a legend about reincarnation in Buddhism. I would like to know if my senior's cultivation can help people who are in despair.
Re-condensing his soul? Even if he cannot be revived, even if he is just reincarnated to practice."
The old monk's cultivation level can be said to be profound and unpredictable. It is precisely because of this that Zhang Ruochen has little hope.
The old monk was silent for a moment and said, "Donor, do you want to ask this poor monk to help you save people?"
"Yeah." Zhang Ruochen said.
The old monk sighed: "Only a great saint with spiritual power can summon back the soul of a person who has been scattered. The poor monk's spiritual power is still a little short of that step, and there is really nothing he can do."