Feng Yin Ying looked at the wound on his chest, the coldness in his eyes intensified as he said, “I’ve long heard that your Sinking Abyss Ancient Sword, which uses the same material as the Blood Dripping Sword to cast it, is indeed a supreme divine weapon. However, I’m afraid that this divine weapon will have to change hands today.”
Feng Yin Ying did not think that Zhang Ruochen possessed the strength to defeat her, however, with the power of the Sinking Abyss Ancient Sword and the Buddha Emperor’s Sharpener, it was at least capable of fighting her, thus, she put away her contempt.
“Puffing.”
At the location of the wound, a sinister cold aura emanated, and it was actually slowly healing.
At the same time, the Saint Qi in Feng Yin Ying’s body surged rapidly, and the power force that erupted from her body grew stronger and stronger as she said, “If you don’t run away, within twenty strokes, this Princess will be able to decapitate you.”
“Then let’s see who escapes first today?”
Zhang Ruochen mobilised his holy qi and punched it into the Buddha Emperor’s Reliquary, and a golden Buddha Emperor figure appeared, stretching out a large palm like a five-fingered mountain and pressing down towards Feng Yinying.
Feng Yin Ying’s long hair and sleeves were windless as she took out a small black pagoda and held it in the palm of her hand as she chirped, ”Even if you are in possession of a Great Sage Ancient Artifact, you can’t possibly sweep away everything. The Yin Tower opens, and the six ghosts come out.”
Six ghost kings flew out from the Yin Kong Pagoda and stood in the six directions of her body, their ghost bodies becoming more and more gigantic, each one as tall as a hundred zhang, holding up that golden Buddha hand seal.
The small black tower in Feng Yin Ying’s hand was extremely sharp, much like an awl spear, and straight away, she wanted to stab Zhang Ruochen.
A purple inscription pattern emerged on the surface of the small tower, and all seventy-two tower doors opened, releasing a dense ghostly aura.
“The Yin Kong Pagoda ranked second in the Thousand Inscription Saint Artifact Spectrum.”
Zhang Ruochen’s face remained unchanged as he once again mobilised the Sword Intent of Sword 7, transforming into a stream of light and colliding violently with the flying Yin Kong Pagoda in a single strike.
The tip of the Sinking Abyss Ancient Sword and the tip of the Yin Kong Pagoda each surged out with surging power, shaking the two Ancient Race Saints as if they were leaves, all of them flying backwards.
Zhang Ruochen also retreated back explosively, and with every step he took on the ground, the earth caved in a large area.
Pot and Demon Ape rushed up, each striking out a force that pressed on Zhang Ruochen’s back, and only then were they able to help him defuse the impact of the Yin Kong Pagoda.
Feng Yin Ying held the Yin Kong Tower and let out a gloomy laugh, “This is the true power of a True Saint!”
“What a powerful thieving bitch, Master Dust, let Princess Baili take action to clean her up!”
Pot’s teeth chattered, a little afraid that Feng Yin Ying would kill over.
Although, just now, that strike of power clashed and fell into a disadvantage, but with his Innate Five Elements Chaotic Body, Zhang Ruochen resisted hard and was not injured at all.
On Zhang Ruochen’s body, the five-coloured light flickered for a moment, and instantly, the churning blood qi in his body smoothed out, and the pain in his arm disappeared as he said, ”Princess Baili’s and their mission was to stop the two Ancient Clan’s cultivators from escaping. As for this eldest princess of the Ghost Raising Ancient Clan, just leave it to me, and you guys immediately go and suppress the cultivators of the two ancient clans.”
“Good.”
A Demon Fiendish Black Cloud surged out from the Demon Ape’s body, jumping up from the ground, and in the next moment, it arrived above the heads of the two streams of Ancient Race Saints.
Feng Yin Ying was very clear about the strength of the Devil Ape, and once he killed the saints, he was afraid that it would cause another great casualty, therefore, he struck the Yin Kong Pagoda and flew out, striking at the Devil Ape’s head.
“Your opponent is me.”
Zhang Ruochen swung his sword and blocked **** the Yin Kong Tower.
“Still daring to fight with this princess, I’ll waste you first today.”
Feng Yinying’s body was filled with hostility as she cupped her hands into a claw shape and pressed towards where Zhang Ruochen was. On the palms, a Saint Dao rule rushed out as if it was two giant nets, causing this space to seemingly become frozen.
In the distance, inside an abandoned manor, Qing Mo revealed an astonished expression and said, “The Saint Dao Rules are actually manifesting, True Saints are too terrifying, right?”
Princess Baili stood behind Huang Yicun and Qing Mo, saying, “If one wants to break through from the Tongtian realm to True Saint, one must cultivate the Sacred Dao rules in one’s body from illusory, to real. When one reaches that step, one’s body, is a small heaven and earth, and the power that erupts is not something that cultivators under True Saints can imagine.”
Qing Mo was a little worried and said, “Wouldn’t the Duke be in great danger?”
Princess Bai Li smiled and said, “While Feng Yin Ying is a small world, the Sovereign is a large world. If he were to mobilise the power of the Qiankun Realm, he would be able to kill Feng Yin Ying with just one strike. However, he clearly doesn’t want to mobilise that power, instead, he is accumulating his experience of fighting True Saints.”
Zhang Ruochen looked at the True Saint Dao rules that surged over from Feng Yin Ying’s hands, the corner of his mouth hooked slightly, and he also struck out two palms.
What surged out from his palms, on the other hand, was the Pure Destruction Divine Flame.
“Puffing.”
The Real Saint Dao rules were burnt and melted, and the power struck by the two of them came to a stalemate, surprisingly, neither of them was able to do anything about it.
Behind Feng Yin Ying, on the other hand, a roar and screams rang out.
The Devil Ape and Pot Pot killed into the cultivators of the two ancient clans, and with their power, it was as if they were in and out of no man’s land, as one cultivator was beaten into bloody sludge, and one Ghost Fiend was beaten out of his soul.
Feng Yinying was so furious at being held back by Zhang Ruochen that he gritted his teeth and issued an order, “Ghost Raising Ancient Race and Corpse Catching Ancient Race cultivators, listen to this order, immediately leave the Bright Mirror Villa and rush to the Dou Battle Heavenly King’s Mansion, report to the Dou Battle Heavenly King that Zhang Ruochen is in the Central Imperial City, and ask him to rush to apprehend him.”
The cultivators of the Corpse Catching Ancient Clan and the Ghost Raising Ancient Clan began to break out and rushed out of the Bright Mirror Villa.
Among them, a Saint realm elder was the fastest, erupting into a rush so fast that even the Demon Ape couldn’t catch up, and rushed straight into the darkness.
Seeing that elder vanish, a vicious smile appeared on Feng Yin Ying’s face, ”Zhang Ruochen, aren’t you going to escape yet? When the Fighting Heavenly King arrives, even Ling Fei Yu won’t be able to protect you ……”
“Ah ……”
Suddenly, in the darkness, the miserable screams of that Saint realm elder were heard.
Princess Baili walked out from the darkness, carrying the body of that Saint realm elder, and threw it on the ground with a bang. Afterwards, with her fingers, she pointed out in several other directions.
Those cultivators who wanted to vanish, all of them burst apart and turned into a mass of blood mist.
Seeing this scene, Feng Yin Ying revealed a thread of blood inside his eyes, incomparably angry, saying, “There are even strong people.”
Princess Baili’s body, emitting a glistening white light, softly said, “Patriarch, do you need me to help?”
Before Zhang Ruochen could open his mouth, Feng Yin Ying then took the first step backwards, hurriedly disappearing into the distance. Obviously, Princess Baili’s appearance had caused her to sense danger, and without her previous imposing aura, she had to flee.
“Come back.”
Zhang Ruochen’s hands grabbed towards the void, using a spatial distortion means to pull Feng Yin Ying, who had fled a hundred feet away, back.
“Spatial power.”
Feng Yin Ying’s face changed as he realised that his body was getting closer and closer to Zhang Ruochen, and he hurriedly retrieved the Yin Kong Pagoda and went all out to mobilise the Saint Qi in his body and injected it in.
On the tower’s body, inscriptions were intertwined, and the Yin Cold Thousand Stripes Destruction Power spewed outwards.
The battle intent on Zhang Ruochen’s body was also strong as he grasped the hilt of the Sinking Abyss Ancient Sword with both hands and closed his eyes as the Time Domain and Space Domain were presented at the same time.
“Zi Sword!”
“Ugly Sword!”
“Yin Sword!”
The figure split into three, as if it was transformed into three Zhang Ruochen rushing out, simultaneously executing a Time Sword Technique.
“Wow.”
The three swords chopped out from different angles, all of them slashing at Feng Yin Shadow’s body, striking Feng Yin Shadow and throwing him out, leaving a sword wound on his neck, back, and legs.
The sword wound on her neck cut her neck in half.
The sword wound on her back almost penetrated her body.
The sword wound on her leg chopped off one of her left legs.
Of course, Zhang Ruochen was also struck by one of the powers that escaped from the Yin Kong Tower and suffered some minor injuries, but it was nowhere near as severe as Feng Yinying’s injuries.
Feng Yin Ying was trembling all over, knowing that he had underestimated Zhang Ruochen’s strength, and that the power of space and time was too bizarre to be defended against.
“Six ghosts come back.”
Feng Yinying called back the six ghost kings and drove them, charging towards Zhang Ruochen.
At the same time, she flew in the opposite direction, only wanting to vanish immediately at this moment.
Each of the six Ghost Kings let out a long whistle as their ghost bodies overlapped, emitting a brilliant golden light as a power comparable to that of a Third Tribulation Ghost King erupted from their bodies.
However, the strength of the same Third Tribulation Ghost King was also vastly different.
Some Third Tribulation Ghost Kings had a strength comparable to a True Saint, while some Third Tribulation Ghost Kings were able to exterminate Supreme Saints, a difference in strength that was more than tenfold.
The golden Ghost King, which was formed by the combination of six Ghost Kings, erupted with an aura that was comparable to that of the Feng Yin Shadow, equivalent to the strength of an early stage True Saint, and was far from being able to compare to the Blood Moon Ghost King.
Zhang Ruochen’s hands held the Buddha Emperor’s Sherry Seed, stimulating the origin power in the Sherry Seed, a trace of Great Sage power erupted out, condensing into a Buddha Shadow and a golden dragon, colliding violently with the golden Ghost King.
The relics were already capable of restraining the Yin soldiers and ghosts, not to mention the origin power of the Buddha Emperor and the golden dragon, the real Third Tribulation Ghost King might be able to resist, but the combination of the six Ghost Kings would not be able to.
“Boom.”
The golden ghost king’s body was torn apart, turning back into six soul shadows.
With a wave of Zhang Ruochen’s palm, a piece of Pure Destruction Divine Flame flew out, burning the six soul shadows into oblivion.
The six Ghost Kings were all annihilated.
The Feng Yin Shadow did not escape and was intercepted by Princess Bai Li, who sent it flying backwards with a palm strike, right into the oncoming Zhang Ruochen.
“Sinking Abyss.”
The Sinking Abyss Ancient Sword appeared between Zhang Ruochen’s hands, spinning rapidly, emitting an ear-piercing sword sound as it flew out, and with a giggling sound, it pierced through Feng Yin Ying’s body.
Her body, once again, flew towards Princess Bai Li.
“Dust to dust, earth to earth.”
Princess Bai Li shot out a hand seal, slapping Feng Yin Shadow so hard that she crashed to the ground, her body becoming shattered, and even her Saint Soul was crushed.
Feng Yin Ying had reached the True Saint realm and could have become the next patriarch of the Ghost Raising Ancient Clan, but unfortunately, in the end, he was unable to escape and fell to the ground.
Princess Bai Li walked over to Feng Yin Ying’s corpse and picked up the Yin Kong Pagoda, revealing a beautiful smile, “It’s a formidable Saint Artifact.”
“Rumble.”
Suddenly, the earth shook violently, and a low hissing roar emanated from the depths of the earth.
There was a chilling corpse qi that rushed out from that bottomless hole with a diameter of ten feet, transforming into a vortex that swept across the entire Bright Mirror Villa.
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze, looking towards the direction of the bottomless pit, revealed a wary expression, ”The Heaven’s Destiny Corpse Emperor and the Blood Moon Ghost King, should have split the victory. However, with the corpse Qi gushing out from the ground, how come it doesn’t look like the power of the Heavenly Fate Corpse Emperor?”
