The black clay pot is extremely rough, and there are even dry cracked lines on its surface.
However, it was such an ordinary clay pot that contained a ghost king.
Not only Zhang Ruochen, but also some monks hiding in the dark were quite surprised.
"Could it be...that it's the legendary Soul-Capturing Holy Jar?"
"It is very possible. It is said that the Soul-Capturing Holy Jar was refined by a great sage ancestor of the ancient ghost-raising clan and has been passed down from the Middle Ages to this day."
"Heart-eating Great Sage?"
"It should be right. Only people like the Heart-Eating Great Sage can refine the Soul-Capturing Holy Jar."
The Soul-Capturing Holy Jar is ranked eighteenth in the "Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact Manual", ranking higher than the Monstrous Sword. It can not only subdue the souls of the dead, but also extract the souls of living people. It is a very powerful weapon.
As soon as the Soul-Capturing Holy Jar put the Blood Moon Ghost King in, the jar began to shake violently, and a "bang bang" sound was emitted from inside.
"A ghost king who has suffered two tribulations, still wants to escape from the soul-capturing holy jar?"
Saint Shiva snorted coldly, pinched his finger, and a drop of holy blood overflowed, flew out, and hit the soul-stirring holy jar. Immediately, blood-red lines appeared on the surface of the jar, suppressing the contents of the jar.
The Blood Moon Ghost King.
Just when Saint Shiva was suppressing the Blood Moon Ghost King, Zhang Ruochen used his sword intention to call back the Monstrous Sword and put it into the space ring.
The monks from the ancient ghost-raising clan and the ancient corpse-driving clan did not take action to stop it.
After all, in their view, Zhang Ruochen was like a turtle in a urn, unable to escape with its wings already spread.
In addition to the three saints, some half-saints from the zombie-exorcizing ancient clan and the ghost-raising ancient clan also appeared. There were more than ten people in total, standing on the edge of the magma ocean, each of them exuding extremely powerful power.
breath.
Except for Yin Xuanji and Feng Yinchan, the others are all older overlords who are approaching the end of their lifespan and have lived at least two hundred years.
Feng Yinchan narrowed her eyes and said with a smile: "Zhang Ruochen, there is no point in continuing to resist if you don't surrender just yet."
Zhang Ruochen is a descendant of time and space, and he has cultivated into the Five Elements Chaos Body. To the ancient ghost-raising clan, he is a huge asset.
The ancient ghost-raising clan has studied the soul very thoroughly and can use secret methods to take away Zhang Ruochen's body.
If the Yanggui Ancient Clan gives birth to a space-time descendant with the five elements of chaos, he will definitely be able to lead the Yanggui Ancient Clan to prosperity.
Zhang Ruochen looked around and saw that they were all strong men of the older generation from the ancient ghost-raising clan and the ancient corpse-driving clan. The strength of any of them was not inferior to his.
The eyes of those people were either teasing or pity, as if Zhang Ruochen was already meat on their chopping board and could only be slaughtered by them.
"What if I don't hold back and capture you?"
Although he was in a rather passive situation, Zhang Ruochen did not compromise and appeared very calm.
"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."
Saint Dong Dong was too lazy to talk nonsense with Zhang Ruochen, and directly stretched out a thin arm, passed through the space of dozens of miles, and grabbed Zhang Ruochen.
He uses the martial art of "retrieving objects from the air" and has practiced this martial skill to the pinnacle. Even if he is hundreds of miles apart, he can grab what he wants with just a gentle stretch of his hand.
"Chichi."
Above Zhang Ruochen's head, the rules of the holy way shuttled rapidly, condensing into a black palm more than twenty meters long, grabbing downwards.
Just as Zhang Ruochen was about to be captured by the Saint of Dong Dong, a blue beam of light emerged from the bottom of the large pit in the center of the magma ocean.
The light pillar contains very rich life energy.
The next moment, on the shore of the magma lake, green grass blades grew out of the cracks in the rocks, growing at an extremely fast speed and turning into vines, flowers, and shrubs.
The lifeless Ghost Valley suddenly became full of spring.
At the same time, a sword energy flew out from nowhere and directly shattered the condensed big hand of Saint Dong Dong.
The sword energy did not dissipate and continued to fly forward.
"There are actually experts."
Saint Dong Dong's expression changed slightly, and he immediately shot out three defensive spells, condensing them into three layers of light shields in front of him.
Each layer of light shield is three feet thick.
Normally, he only needs to use a defensive spell to resolve the crisis.
At this time, the reason why he cast three spells in a row was because the power of the sword energy was too powerful, giving him a feeling that it was difficult to resist.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
There were three explosions in a row, and the light shield condensed by three defensive spells was instantly penetrated by the sword energy.
The sword energy slashed the body of Saint Dong Dong and cut off his right arm.
A large amount of holy blood gushes out from Saint Dong Dong's body. Saint Dong Dong let out a low scream from his mouth, flew out and fell into the magma ocean.
The scene just now was so shocking that it shocked many people.
"What a powerful sword. I'm afraid only a sword master can exert such power."
"Saint Dong Dong has been a saint for hundreds of years and has considerable strength. Unless Sword Saint Xuanji is resurrected, who can cut off his arm with one sword?"
"I had already guessed that Zhang Ruochen had a trump card. It turns out that there is such a powerful backer behind him."
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Just as everyone was speculating, Zhang Ruochen's face showed an expression of ecstasy, and his eyes looked toward the center of the magma ocean.
A remarkable figure slowly walked out of the blue mist.
Seeing that figure, Zhang Ruochen's eyes became a little moist, his body couldn't help trembling, and he knelt down on one knee: "Master...honor..."
Before he could kneel down, Xuanji Sword Master raised his hand, and the next moment, he appeared in front of him and helped him up. Xuanji Sword Master looked at Zhang Ruochen carefully with a pair of extremely deep eyes, his expression was quite complicated.
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The dead people came back to life. Even in the state of mind of Sword Master Xuanji, various inexplicable emotions arose, including confusion, emotion, wonder, and finally, they turned into calmness.
Having been a man for two lifetimes, he can naturally remain calm.
Xuanji Sword Master patted Zhang Ruochen's shoulder and said, "Good boy, please step back first, and then hand it over to Master."
Zhang Ruochen had a thousand words in his heart, but he still endured it, retreated, and stood behind Xuanji Sword Master.
For Master to be able to come back to life again is already a miracle among miracles.
The monks from the ancient ghost-raising clan and the ancient corpse-removing clan were all shocked. The dead people actually came back to life.
They have been in contact with ghosts and corpses all year round, so they can naturally tell whether the Xuanji Sword Master is a human or a ghost.
There is not a trace of death energy on Xuanji Sword Master's body. Instead, the energy of life exuding from his body is thousands of times higher than that of an ordinary person.
The original white hair turned into green hair.
All the wrinkles on his face have disappeared, and he looks like a middle-aged man in his forties.
"Wow!"
The Holy Saint rushed out of the magma ocean and fell to the ground. Although his arm was broken, he still exuded a powerful holy energy.
However, when he saw Xuanji Sword Master, he was still shocked and said: "How is that possible?"
Circles of light of life surged out from around Xuanji Sword Master, saying: "Hey, don't you dare to attack my disciples? Do you really think that I am dead?"
Saint Dong Dong took a deep breath and snorted coldly: "Zhang Ruochen must have helped you find the medicine to bring the dead back to life. No wonder that boy wants to stop us here. It turns out he is buying time for you."
"What, you regret it?" Xuanji Sword Saint said.
Sage Shiva said: "Hey, don't talk to him too much. He has just come back to life and has not fully absorbed the power of the rejuvenating medicine. Take this opportunity, let's join hands and kill him. Maybe we can also get rid of him."
From his corpse, a rejuvenating medicine was brewed."
Immediately, Saint Shiva knocked out the soul-catching jar.
From the jar, ghosts flew out one after another. The auras of four ghosts among them were quite powerful, comparable to the four ghost kings. Controlling the four ghost kings was already the limit of Saint Shiva.
The Blood Moon Ghost King had not yet been refined by the soul-stirring holy jar. Taking this opportunity, she escaped from the jar and turned into a ghost smoke, falling to the ground, looking quite weak.
Saint Shiva is going all out to deal with Sword Saint Xuanji, but he has no time to suppress her.
At the same time, the Saint Dong Dong and the man wearing purple gold armor each used their trump cards, using holy spells to attack Xuanji Sword Master from the side.
The three saints took action at the same time, and the destructive power caused was naturally quite astonishing. The cliffs and hills in the Ghost Valley all collapsed, making roaring sounds.
Zhang Ruochen is quite worried. After all, Xuanji Sword Master has just awakened and must not have reached his peak state. He may not be able to withstand the attacks of the three saints. What's more, the opponent also has the soul-capturing holy jar.
So, he took out the Taotian Sword and wanted to hand it to Xuanji Sword Master.
Xuanji Sword Master shook his head gently, with a confident look on his face, took a step forward, and appeared in the void. He used his hand as a sword and slashed forward.
The sword energy was like a ten-mile-long waterfall, falling from the sky and hitting the two saints of the exorcist ancient tribe.
"Pfft."
The holy body of Dong Dong only supported it for a moment, and the physical body collapsed and turned into a mass of blood mist. In the blood mist, there were broken holy bones, which fell to the ground.
The saint wearing purple-gold armor also screamed, his armor shattered, blood dripping all over his body, and he fell from the sky.
On the ground, a large pit appeared, as well as a broken body.