God Emperor - Chapter 844

Chapter 844: 844

Thousands upon thousands of skull prints appeared on the surface of the brass coffin . They spread in all directions, forming an eerie hellish sight .

Because their cultivations were too far from each other, Zhang Ruochen’s Holy Qi couldn’t move at all under the other’s saintly might . Naturally, he couldn’t use Spatial Move to escape either . He could only use his strong body to fend off the might of the Ancient Necromancer Race’s Saint .

Yin Xuanji stood beside the brass coffin and sneered . “Zhang Ruochen, kneel before Saint Kongtong of the Ancient Necromancer Race?”

Clenching his jaw, Zhang Ruochen glared at him coldly .

Yin Xuanji had wanted to take care of Zhang Ruochen long ago . Thus, he wouldn’t give up on this chance . Taking a step forward, he was about to walk over, but he saw an extremely beautiful woman appear before Zhang Ruochen .

Powerful saintly might also burst from her, forcing Yin Xuanji back . He couldn’t take another step .

This beauty was naturally Ghost King Bloodmoon .

She walked over to Zhang Ruochen’s side . Extending a slender hand, she tapped Zhang Ruochen’s shoulder .

Whoosh!

Immense Ghost Qi surged from her palm . The Ghost Qi wrapped around Zhang Ruochen and the weight pressing down on him disappeared instantly .

Zhang Ruochen took two steps back . He stared at the brass coffin, eyes turning serious . The Ancient Necromancer Race had actually sent an elder of the Saint Realm here . The situation was now against them .

Even more importantly, Zhang Ruochen suspected that there were more Saints hidden nearby .

“How come a Ghost King appeared?”

No one expected there would be a Ghost King protecting Zhang Ruochen . Even Yin Xuanji and Feng Yinchan were shocked .

“Zhang Ruochen . ” A raspy voice sounded from inside the coffin . “A mere Ghost King cannot save you . If you continue fighting, only death awaits . ”

The voice was very low, but it traveled across the sea of lava, shaking the air .

“Don’t be so sure . ”

Zhang Ruochen still looked unintimidated . He reached out and touched his spatial ring . Immediately, sword light flew out of his ring . It transformed into a saw-like sword hovering before him and Ghost King Bloodmoon .

Domineering power radiated from it, transforming into various beams of Sword Qi that flew through the sky .

“Taotian Sword!” a furious roar came from the coffin . The thousands of skull prints on the surface shook . “Sword Saint Xuanji actually gave you the Taotian Sword . So despicable . ”

The Taotian Sword was 27th on the Thousand-pattern Saint Weapon List . One could imagine how powerful it was .

When Sword Saint Xuanji had wielded it, he could kill a Saint with one strike .

The Ghost Qi within Ghost King Bloodmoon flowed out of her and into the Taotian Sword .

Kaboom!

The sword shook violently . Multiple times more Sword Qi rushed out, forming a sea of Sword Qi . It swept over Yin Xuanji and Feng Yinchan .

Black Sword Qi flew out of the brass coffin . It curled around the two and flew out . When they landed, they were at the entrance of Ghost God Valley .

Ghost King Bloodmoon also waved her sleeve and tossed Zhang Ruochen dozens of miles away . Then she clenched her right hand, grabbing the Taotian Sword . The inscriptions on the surface quickly emerged .

The thousands of inscriptions emanated destructive saintly might like a river of thousands of Holy Qi beams . Zhang Ruochen was dozens of miles away, but he could still feel the pressure .

Whoosh!

A beam of Sword Qi that went from the ground to the heavens flew out of Ghost King Bloodmoon’s hand . It shattered the space into pieces .

At the same time, thousands upon thousands of skulls flew out of the brass coffin . But they were all crushed when they touched the Sword Qi . The brass coffin was a powerful saint weapon, but it couldn’t be compared to the Taotian Sword .

Crack!

The coffin caved in . Next, various fissures appeared . Like a fragile vase, it was about to break .

“Die!”

Ghost King Bloodmoon’s hair fluttered and her arms were sharp . Holding the Taotian Sword, she seemed to have become a female Sword Saint that was looking down on the world .

A fiery purple cloud flew up from the ground and charged towards Ghost King Bloodmoon .

There was a man wearing purple-gold armor inside the fiery cloud . His skin was sheet white and electricity crackled in his eyes . A golden ring flew out of his hands, attacking Ghost King Bloodmoon’s head .

She struck backwards with her sword .

With a cling, the Taotian Sword sent the golden ring flying backward . The ring of Saintly Power that radiated from the clash of the two saint weapons shattered the Ghost Qi within Ghost God Valley .

Zhang Ruochen was dozens of miles away, but he was still hit hard . He raised his Sword Qi Domain and Space Domain and slid back hundreds of meters .

Is that man clad in purple-gold Saint Kongtong’s battle corpse or one from another Saint of the Ancient Necromancer Race?”

Zhang Ruochen gazed at the fiery purple cloud in the sky . No matter what, it was bad .

Ghost King Bloodmoon could fend off one Saint with the Taotian Sword but definitely not two .

What should I do now? Zhang Ruochen’s mind whirred as he thought hard .

The broken brass coffin flew backwards . A hunched old man walked out . White hair spilled down, covering half of his wrinkly face .

This was Saint Kongtong . He was an ancient thing that was close to 500 years old . He was one of the oldest figures, even in the Ancient Necromancer Race .

His eye sockets were two black holes . It was as if he had no eyes at all . “The Taotian Sword is indeed powerful . If that old Xuanji was still alive, I might not be able to take his hit . However, if a Ghost King wields it, its power will unfortunately be reduced greatly . ”

The purple-gold armored man in the sky said, “If we take the Taotian Sword, our race will have another saint weapon . ”

Then the man put his hands together and sent out another golden ring . This ring spun quickly and enlarged . Finally, the ring was countless miles wide and hovered above Ghost King Bloodmoon .

Simultaneously, Saint Kongtong pressed on the ground and a huge force ripped the ground apart . The crack extended in both directions, snaking towards Ghost King Bloodmoon’s feet .

A crescent moon print emerged between Ghost King Bloodmoon’s brows . Her flawless snowy-white skin shone like moonlight . Her power also increased .

Kaboom!

She could actually counter two Saints’ spells by herself .

On the other hand, Saint Kongtong was too old and his Blood Qi had started failing . He couldn’t fight for long . The power that burst from him was weakening quickly . If the fight continued, Ghost King Bloodmoon might really be able to defeat the two Saints .

Crack .

Saint Kongtong flew back . A long gash opened up on his chest . Drops of saint blood flowed out, splashing onto the ground .

Saint blood contained monstrous power . Each drop that dripped on the ground resulted in a crater .

A moment later, the purple-gold armored man was also forced back . His golden ring cracked after suffering multiple hits from the Taotian Sword . If they continued clashing, this saint weapon might be destroyed completely .

Saint Kongtong’s eyes shone coldly . “Shiva!” he bellowed . “Are you still not going to act? Your Ghost Cultivation methods can control dead souls . It shouldn’t be hard for you two to take care of a Ghost King, right?”

An old woman appeared at the east of the Ghost God Valley . She leaned on a cane of withered wood and stood on the side of the lava sea . Smiling, she said, “It’s easy to take care of a Ghost King, but if I do so, how do we share the spoils?”

A third Saint had appeared .

This was Saint Shiva of the Ghost Cultivation Race . She was also an ancient creature who’d lived hundreds of years . She’d come to search for the Pill of Resurrection because she’d used up her longevity .

Saint Kongtong’s face darkened . “What do you mean?”

Saint Shiva smiled . A few wrinkles disappeared from her face . “The Shenwan Fruit, Taotian Sword, and Zhang Ruochen all belong to the Ghost Cultivation Race . The treasures in the sea of lava will be split between us . What do you think?”

To her, “Zhang Ruochen” was also a treasure . His value even surpassed the Shenwan Fruit and Taotian Sword .

Every part of him was valuable .

The Necromancer and Ghost Cultivation Race had intermarried for generations, but they would still get into bloody fights over benefits and interests .

Saint Kongtong huffed . “Shiva, you’re too greedy! Can you take it all?”

“You don’t agree?” Saint Shiva asked, chuckling .

Saint Kongtong obviously was unwilling . The Shenwan Fruit, especially, could add 100 years of longevity . This pertained to his life . How could he give it away? However, he also needed Saint Shiva’s power now to take care of that Ghost King . Thus, he had to swallow his pride .

“Fine! I agree,” Saint Kongtong said . “Take care of that Ghost King first so there aren’t any variables . ”

Saint Shiva knew that many other forces were hiding nearby, eyeing this place covetously . However, they didn’t dare act rashly because the two ancient races were too powerful .

Right now, the best solution was indeed to get rid of Ghost King Bloodmoon and take control of Zhang Ruochen and the treasures in the lava sea .

A black jar flew out of her forehead . It shot into the air, rising above her head . The moment it appeared, Ghost King Bloodmoon felt extremely unsettled . She waved the Taotian Sword, striking towards the black jar .

Then the jar opened, releasing a patch of black clouds . Thousands of ghosts wailed inside the jar . It seemed to contain all of Hell .

Hearing the cries, Ghost King Bloodmoon’s felt ill at ease . Her entire body was wracked with pain and she cried out . Her body quickly disintegrated into strands of Ghost Qi, flying into the jar .

Thud . The Taotian Sword dropped down to the ground .