God Emperor

Latest website: Zhang Ruochen also uses his skills to control the marks of the gods and try to absorb the divine power between heaven and earth.

However, he found that all the surrounding divine power had been absorbed by Mu Lingxi, and the marks of the gods had not changed in any way.

Then, he can only go to the black volcano in the center of the magma ocean, where there will definitely be more residual divine power, and maybe there will be a chance to achieve the tenth transformation of the fish-dragon in one fell swoop.

Zhang Ruochen didn't have high hopes for the tenth transformation of fish and dragon.

Because he has already refined seven drops of divine blood, reaching the limit of his physical body, and it is difficult to accommodate more divine power.

Three days later, Mu Lingxi successfully condensed the holy soul and achieved the status of semi-saint in one fell swoop.

When she walked out of the picture scroll world, her whole body was radiating bright holy light. Every inch of her skin was like holy jade, crystal clear, and her eyes became extremely deep and full of infinite wisdom.

Although Mu Lingxi's realm was only at the early stage of the first-order semi-saint, the aura he exuded was that of a fourth-order semi-saint.

Once you break through the semi-saint realm, you will immediately become a strong one among the semi-saints, even more powerful than the older generation of semi-saint ancestors.

Zhang Ruochen was sincerely happy for Mu Lingxi and said, "Congratulations to Senior Sister for completely transcending the world and achieving the rank of Semi-Saint."

Obviously, Mu Lingxi was also very happy and said with a smile: "You have reached the peak of the ninth transformation of fish and dragon, and you can break through to the semi-saint realm at any time."

"Me? I still need to consolidate for a while."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head slightly and said seriously: "Since senior sister's cultivation level has been broken through, let's go to the black volcano now."

Zhang Ruochen did not suggest that she enter the world of picture scrolls or stay on the shore of the magma ocean. Because he knew very well that Mu Lingxi would never agree.

If he insists on keeping her, it may cause unnecessary trouble.

Mu Lingxi's eyes exuded a dazzling beauty, and she hummed softly.

There are many black reefs scattered in the magma ocean, which can be used as a foothold for Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi.

Zhang Ruochen mobilized the power of space to move the space crack across the sea and forcefully opened a path.

Even though everything is ready, there are still many risks.

One of them, the magma ocean set off a huge wind wave, rolling up more than ten meters of magma and sweeping toward the two of them.

Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen took the initiative to tear apart the space and swallowed the huge wave of magma, thus resolving the crisis.

The closer they got to the black volcano, the greater the pressure they endured. It took them half a day to finally reach the foot of the black volcano.

The holy energy in the two people's bodies was almost exhausted, and they kept panting. They could only take out the holy stone, absorb the holy energy in it, and restore their cultivation.

After returning to full strength, Zhang Ruochen began to carefully observe the surrounding environment.

Even at the foot of the volcano, the pressure on Zhang Ruochen was already huge. Every step he took would consume a lot of holy energy.

If it had been another ninth-transformation fish-dragon realm monk, he would have been lying on the ground, unable to move.

"Zhang Ruochen, look, there are two... people there..."

Mu Lingxi's eyes widened, and he stretched out a hand, pointing to the position halfway up the mountain.

Zhang Ruochen looked up, his eyes piercing through the layers of ghost mist, and sure enough he saw a burly man in armor standing on top of a rugged boulder halfway up the mountain.

His height reaches four meters, and his arms are thicker than an ordinary person's waist, giving people a majestic feeling with his head in the sky and his feet on the ground.

A very huge ghostly aura spread out from under his feet. Even if Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi were just standing at the foot of the mountain, they were so frightened by the ghostly and demonic aura that their souls trembled.

It's not that their state of mind, soul, and spiritual power are not strong enough, but that the other party's cultivation level is much higher than theirs, and even just a breath of energy can severely damage them.

"It's too scary... I have awakened the Phoenix bloodline, cultivated the Holy Soul, and achieved the status of Semi-Saint, but I still can't resist the aura emanating from his body. I am afraid that only the legendary Great Sage has such terrifying power. breath."

Blood flowed from the corners of Mu Lingxi's mouth. Unable to remain standing, she sat cross-legged on the ground.

Zhang Ruochen is not much better than Mu Lingxi. Even with the protection of the marks of the gods, cracks appear in the martial soul and may fall apart at any time.

"The realm of space."

Zhang Ruochen raised his arms, mobilized the power of space, and propped up a translucent domain cover three feet in diameter, barely able to resist the aura.

He said: "This person should be a very powerful ghost king in the underworld. If the Blood Moon Ghost King is here, he will definitely be able to identify this ghost king."

Although the aura exuded by the Ghost King was very powerful, thirty-six golden chains penetrated his ghost body and suppressed him, so he stood there unable to move.

Otherwise, all he needs to do is wave his arm, and Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi will be wiped out.

Thirty-six golden chains are composed of Buddhist inscriptions, exuding an extremely sacred aura.

The other end of the golden chain was connected between the eyebrows of an old monk.

The old monk sat cross-legged opposite the armored ghost king, wearing a simple Buddhist robe, with his hands on his knees.

His body was very dry, and the blood and moisture seemed to have been drained away, leaving only a skeleton and a layer of wrinkled skin.

I'm afraid it won't be long before the old monk runs out of oil and dies.

Even so, the old monk still tried his best to suppress the opposite Ghost King. I don’t know how long they have been in this state?

"Who is that monk? He can actually fight with that ghost king. He is definitely a very remarkable being." Mu Lingxi said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "This monk and ghost have been fighting for more than a year at least. Although the holy monk has the upper hand now, if the stalemate continues, in three or five days at most, he will lose his blood and die. die."

Mu Lingxi said: "If the holy monk dies, I'm afraid we will not be able to escape. In the Valley of Ghosts and Gods, those human monks who break in will also die."

"Who would have thought that there would be two such terrifying beings fighting here?"

"Go, leave here immediately." Zhang Ruochen said decisively.

Mu Lingxi also nodded and prepared to retreat.

Although they also wanted to help the holy monk, their cultivation was too low to intervene in that level of fighting.

Once you get involved, it is tantamount to asking for death.

At this moment, a very old voice came into Zhang Ruochen's ears, "Donor...wait a moment..."

Zhang Ruochen stopped and looked around, but he didn't find anyone. Finally, he looked thoughtful and stared at the old monk halfway up the mountain.

I saw the old monk sitting cross-legged on the spot, motionless and not opening his mouth.

"Yes, it is indeed the poor monk calling you..."

That voice was very weak, like a candle in the wind that would go out at any time.

Zhang Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What are your instructions, senior?"

There was no response in my ears.

After waiting for about a stick of incense, the voice sounded again: "The man standing opposite the poor monk is one of the strongest on the periphery of the underworld, the Ghost King Shenchu, and the ruler of all the ghost kings in the underworld. Now, the poor monk There is still some remaining power to suppress it. However, the poor monk's time is running out... After the poor monk dies, he will be free from suppression, and by then, he will definitely cause endless disasters to the Kunlun world."

Zhang Ruochen hesitated for a moment and said, "Can the junior help the senior in any way?"

"If it were other monks, even if they came here, they wouldn't be able to help at all. However, you can control the space, but you can play some role. Maybe you can get rid of the Shenchu ​​Ghost King in one fell swoop and save Kunlun Realm. Disaster." The old voice said.

The old monk's cultivation is unfathomable. Even though he is sitting cross-legged on the ground and cannot move, his mental power and holy soul are extremely powerful. I am afraid that everything that happens in the Valley of Ghosts and Gods cannot be hidden from his perception at all.

Then, he naturally knew that Zhang Ruochen could mobilize the power of space.

If the man in armor is really the Ghost King of Shenchu, then he cannot be allowed to escape no matter what. Once he enters the Kunlun Realm, the disaster he will cause will definitely be more terrifying than hundreds of millions of Yin soldiers.

Zhang Ruochen continued to communicate with the old monk and finally understood what he meant.

The old monk hoped that Zhang Ruochen could mobilize the space cracks above the magma ocean to attack the Shenchu ​​Ghost King. Although the Shenchu ​​Ghost King is powerful, he is unable to move now. Zhang Ruochen's space attack method can indeed pose some threat to him.

Except for Zhang Ruochen, even if a saint comes, he probably won't be able to change the situation of the battle.

"Sister Duanmu, do you want to enter the picture scroll world first?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Of course Mu Lingxi knew how dangerous it was to intervene in the battle between the Ghost King Shenchu ​​and the old monk. It could be said to be a narrow escape from death.

However, she also knew that Zhang Ruochen had no other choice. If he didn't take the initiative to deal with the Shenchu ​​Ghost King, they would be the ones who died when the Shenchu ​​Ghost King got out of trouble.

Mu Lingxi shook his head vigorously and said firmly: "Fight together, even if... we die here, we will have no regrets."

Zhang Ruochen stared at her deeply and stopped forcing her. After all, if he and the old monk failed to kill the Shenchu ​​Ghost King, even if Mu Lingxi hid in the picture scroll world, it would be a dead end and there would be no difference at all.

Zhang Ruochen stood on the edge of the volcano, slowly spread his hands, and fully exploded the power in his body.

Above the magma ocean, there are space cracks, all of which are slowly approaching the black volcano.

Standing under the volcano and looking towards the sea, you can see a broken world, pressing down on it.

That power seemed to be able to destroy everything in the world.

Beads of sweat appeared on Zhang Ruochen's forehead, and his arms were shaking. Obviously, it is not easy to control so many space cracks at one time. Any small mistake can destroy himself in the broken space.