Chapter 1658 - Amazing (1/2)

Zhang Ruochen didn’t have the time to deal with the five saint kings that were suppressed. He laid Mu Lingxi down on the ground carefully, grabbed her wrist and infused his saint Qi into her body.

A supreme saint was extremely dangerous. Even the after waves severely injured Mu Lingxi and her saint soul.

Saint kings were fragile in front of supreme saints.

Gradually, Mu Lingxi’s pale face regained some color, and her saint Qi became stable again. Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath and sent her to the inner s.p.a.ce of the Time and s.p.a.ce Crystal for her to recover.

Xiang Chunan asked, “Is my younger sister-in-law alright?”

“She’s doing okay now,” said Zhang Ruochen.

Even a trace of the forces of a supreme saint could easily kill a low-level saint king.

A trace of supreme saint force also hit Zhang Ruochen, which injured him seriously. Fortunately, his body, mind power and saint soul were all strong enough to ward it off.

Zhang Ruochen took a healing saint pill, and performed his techniques to heal his organs, meridians and saint meridians.

After fifteen minutes, Zhang Ruochen was almost halfway recovered, and he could exert half his pinnacle power.

Xiang Chunan stood at the door of the Taoist temple cautiously and unsettled.

Zhang Ruochen walked behind him with his hands behind his back. He saw the rotten corpses outside the temple. All of them were powerful, constantly yelling and trying to attack the Taoist temple.

There was purple light waving around the Taoist temple, and it contained great divine power. Once the rotten corpses got too close, they’d be annihilated.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen felt a grave danger coming at him as if someone was pointing his sword at his forehead. He saw that the half body of the ancient supreme saint was pointing at him with his finger brighter than a sun.

Boom!

A trace of blood-red light flew out of the tip of his finger.

Boom!

The purple light shone again, forming the formation of Eight Trigrams, exerting power like never before, clas.h.i.+ng with the blood-red light pillar.

The Taoist temple shook.

Even with the defense of the Eight-Trigram Formation, Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Chunan were still knocked away, hitting a stone wall, after which dust fell off the roof.

“Terrible. It seems we’re going to be stuck here forever.”

Xiang Chunan’s body was incredibly st.u.r.dy as if it was invincible. He immediately climbed up, unharmed.

Zhang Ruochen also stood up with a stinging sensation on his forehead and his eyes going red. He said, “Perhaps we won’t be trapped here. There must be some sort of power in the Taoist temple that can suppress them.”

After performing ‘Emperor Ming Nine-sky Scripture’ for one large circle, the pain in his forehead faded away.

Xiang Chunan said, “But I didn’t find anywhere special in the Taoist temple, and I’ve checked every spot. It’s a very ordinary temple.”

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen recalled something and said, “How did you know that those ancient corpses can’t get into the Taoist temple.”

“I got into here chasing that old man, but that old man vanished the second he got into the Taoist temple. I don’t know whether he burrowed somewhere or not,” answered Xiang Chunan.

“If we could burrow, we wouldn’t have been trapped here. I’ve just checked, and there’re lots of inscriptions on the ground. Even a ninth-step saint king will get lose if he burrows, not to mention us.”

Zhang Ruochen stroked his nose, smiled and said, “That Psychic Sage should still be in the temple.”

“But…” said Xiang Chunan.

“Your Thousand-Mile Vision is indeed impressive, but there’s still something you might miss.”

Zhang Ruochen started to inspect the Taoist temple. Sometimes he bent over to check the ground, sometimes he tapped on the wall. As he came to the inner area of the temple, he found that the five powerful saint kings at the center had been knocked unconscious. Each of them was bleeding from the inside out.

Xiang Chunan took back his iron demonic crown. And then, he raised the iron hammer, going to kill them for good.

Zhang Ruochen stared at a grey wall with his hands behind his back and said, “Wait.”

“Brother Ruochen. All of them are evil. Why should we spare their lives?” Xiang Chunan was confused.

Zhang Ruochen said, “You said that two escaped, right? We can’t kill these five if they’re still alive. Otherwise, we’ll bring a lot of trouble to ourselves.”

Xiang Chunan nodded, and then, he walked toward the five saint kings and kicked them.

Zhang Ruochen threw out a Saint-binding Chain, asking Xiang Chunan to tie them all up. As for him, he was studying the grey wall.

There was an old man in blue painted on the wall.

The old man was holding a Purple Gold Eight-Trigram Mirror. Although it was only a painting, there were still powerful forces coming out, enough to inspire awe.

Xiang Chunan tied the five saint kings up on a string, walked to Zhang Ruochen and asked, “What are you looking at, Brother Ruochen?”

Zhang Ruochen whispered, then he smiled. “I get it now.”