Chapter 1866 - The Ninth Son of the Ghost Master (1/2)
Chapter 1866: The Ninth Son of the Ghost Master
When Zhang Ruochen dragged the body of the Supreme Saint out, he discovered that there was still a trace a from the body, especially the rotten parts
That made him think That demiGod beast must have sed this Supre naturally but broken down by the demiGod beast’s power in the stomach
He took the saber from the dead Supreme Saint’s hand and summoned flames out of his palm to purify it
Rust disappeared froht
This saber was a true Supreme Saint’s weapon, which possessed a rich a Ruochen released his spiritual power to exarade of the inscriptions on the saber A high-pitch, harsh sound suddenly came from the saber just as he injected his spiritual power into the weapon
The saber vibrated violently It got free froon, and fleard the polar region of Warsoul Star
Zhang Ruochen kneaded his painful wrist in surprise “That’s a powerful implement spirit Could it be one from a Ten-Radiance Thousand-Inscription Sacred Artifact?”
“Who cares if it is Let’s subdue it first Having this saber will increase th tre Bone Scepter
The Yi Huang Bone Scepter had absorbed Qing Jin’s soul ht years of closed-door cultivation in Eastern Region Holy City It now could challenge the Precept Doot an enor’s aura
Other cultivators had also seen that the saber was an extraordinary weapon They all faded into streaks of light as they gave chase to the saber toward the polar region
“These guys are chickens in front of the ene for treasures”
With no delay, Zhang Ruochen kept the Supreave chase
The soil appeared blood-red as he got closer to the polar region The blood-red fog in the air was blocking the vision of the cultivators
Those cultivators in pursuit of the saber had disappeared from his field of vision His spiritual power could only extend a few miles from him because of the suppressive power of the de will kill us one by one easily”
Zhang Ruochen had a bad feeling and wanted to turn back to meet up with the Fairy of Tianchu
At this moment, he heard a series of footstep sounds
He tensed up and quickly hid behind a large rock while su the power of Bodhi beads to conceal his aura
As the footsteps got closer, a bone-chilling ghostly air that looked like dark-red dust loomed from a far distance
It was frohosts eed from the dark-red dust About a hundred of thes, and each looked like a s looked like handsome men, some beautiful ladies, and sohost kings were riding corpse king-class battle beasts with a bloody dagger-ax in their hands
Zhang Ruochen was bated breath Had he not been sure this was Luoshui, he would have suspected he had come to hell
Even if he was in hell, the chances of seeing so s at once were rare
Four thirty-foot-tall ghost kings were carrying a palanquin made of white jade in the middle of the convoy
The curtains of the palanquin were s of bone beads, which s collided with each other
Zhang Ruochen could barely see the figure through the bone-bead curtain He knew that it was slender, but he could not see its face, or know its gender He could not even be sure whether it was huhost
There was a saint flower on the white-jade palanquin
He recognized that flower; it was the demonic tulip, a 100,000-year-old sacred herb that he encountered when he first came to Luoshui back then
This dehly dangerous, vicious plant
What aroused Zhang Ruochen’s curiosity hether it was that deure in the palanquin who had control over the de in the air suddenly rose in turbulence as a tall and slender figure crashed down there with a loud boo, one of the twelve Gong the saber of the Supre
But it seemed that he had not subdued it yet It ed hiainst each other
“I don’t believe I can even subdue the i suddenly sensed the unusually chilly air in the surroundings Next, his heart skipped a beat when he saw a group of ghosts in his peripheral vision
The saber got away from his hand, out of his control
He dared not keep pursuing the saber Instead, he was fearful and suth to flee as quick as he could into the distance s here? Could it be that another powerful figure fro has come to Luoshui?
“Capture him I want his saint soul” An old voice cas faded into a ghost cloud and caught up with Yun Gonghost kings riding the corpse king-class battle beasts were the quickest and leading the way
With Yun Gonghost riders were no ht one-on-one He s behind him
“Apparently he is as powerful as a Precept Domain-realm cultivator His saint soul must be delicious”
The melodious sound of a flute came from inside the palanquin
The sound waves of the flute for at 1,000 ti
Each of the sound-wave vortex was several dozen-foot in diameter They joined and for Yun Gong in the center The earth cracked open wherever the vortex moved
“Sound-wave attack could achieve such a horrible level” Zhang Ruochen was stunned
The thirteen ghost-king riders ca roared Precepts rushi+ng out of his body for rider and shost e out of the sound-wave vortex, the other ghost kings charged forward and surrounded hi struck out his Saint Path power continuously and s worse He was bleeding profusely and covered in in his own saint blood