Yin Xuanji was secretly shocked and had to re-evaluate Zhang Ruochen's strength.

If he fights alone, he will likely lose.

"I have to admit that you are indeed very strong and have the capital to be arrogant. But do you think you can sweep everything with just one person's strength?"

Yin Xuanji's pupils shone with green light. He took out a bell, pinched it between his fingers, and shook it gently.

"Ding Ding."

The sound of the wind breaks out and keeps ringing.

In an instant, six battle corpse kings flew out of the city lord's mansion and stood in six directions of Yin Xuanji.

The strength of the War Corpse King is comparable to that of the Beast King.

The six corpse kings gathered together, and suddenly, a shocking evil spirit was emitted, and circles of ink-black corpse mist condensed under Yin Xuanji's feet.

In addition, the other monks of the ancient tribes who drove away the corpse were also controlled by the war corpses and surrounded Zhang Ruochen.

In the entire ancient city, except for the six battle corpse kings, there are dozens of silver-armored battle corpses comparable to a quasi-saint of disaster.

There are nearly a thousand semi-saint-level mysterious armored war corpses.

You should know that the ancient tribes of driving corpses and raising ghosts have a profound background, and their inheritance is even longer than Tai Chi Tao, Buddhism, Confucianism and Taoism, and can be traced back to the ancient witch Taoism period.

In a sense, the inheritance of the ancient tribe of driving corpses and the ancient tribe of raising ghosts is actually two branches of the ancient witch path.

The glorious ancient witch path has disappeared in the long river of history, but the two ancient tribes have been passed down to this day.

During the most glorious and prosperous period of the ancient tribe of corpse driving and the ancient tribe of raising ghosts, it is enough to be compared with the immortal blood clan.

On the surface, the two ancient tribes are no longer as powerful as they were back then, but few people know how much strength they are hiding. In short, it can be said to be unfathomable.

"Just six corpse kings want to block a strong man on the front line?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled, and a wisp of holy energy surged from his palm, injected into the Jiezi Seal, causing the Jiezi Seal to emit a faint light.

"No need for Zhang Ruochen to take action, I can beat them to the point of dust and dust."

Da Sikong smiled and suddenly smashed the golden Zen staff in his hand to the ground, and sparks suddenly burst into flames.

With a loud bang, the entire ancient city was shaking, with the wide streets as the central axis, a gap several meters wide was cracked, dividing the city into two.

The monks of the two ancient clans were all shocked, and a large sound of gasping in the air came from.

"Another evil man."

Their eyes fell on Da Sikong, and they were all very afraid.

In the distance, a vast Buddhist voice came, and a monk was reciting scriptures.

One by one, he looked in the direction where the Buddha's voice came. He saw another monk sitting cross-legged in the void, illuminating the Buddha's light on his body, reciting the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" and saving the dead in the city.

Originally, the ghost clouds that enveloped the ancient city were gradually purified and revealed the blue sky and white clouds again.

That monk was naturally Er Sikong.

The sound of the Sanskrit is spread all over the ancient city.

The sound of chanting scriptures manifests itself into golden Buddhist scriptures, flying between heaven and earth.

All the undead ghosts raised by the ancient ghost clan were wailing. Some of the undead with weak cultivation were hit by Buddhist scriptures and turned into a ball of black mist and dissipated invisibly.

Feng Yinchan's face became quite serious and said, "The "Sutra of Ksitigarbha Sutra" can save the dead and specifically restrain the ancient tribe of raising ghosts. Er Sikong's research on the "Sutra of Ksitigarbha Sutra" has reached an extremely profound level. I must lead the monks of the ancient tribe of raising ghosts to retreat immediately, otherwise they will suffer heavy losses."

Yin Xuanji also felt that it was quite difficult. If Zhang Ruochen was alone, it would not be difficult to deal with it.

However, all the cultivators who came with Zhang Ruochen were extremely powerful. Once the war started, even if the ancient tribe of corpse driving and the ancient tribe of raising ghosts could win, countless casualties would be killed or injured.

Did you just run away in shame?

Yin Xuanji was quite unwilling to give up, but in the end, rationality overcame the impulse and said to Feng Yinchan: "You lead the monks of the ancient ghost clan to leave first, and I lead the monks of the ancient corpse to cut off the rear. If I can take advantage of the chaos to kill Er Sikong, the situation may reverse. At that time, you will return from outside the city, and cooperate with the inside and outside to capture Zhang Ruochen's power."

Feng Yinchan did not hesitate at all and led the monks of the ancient ghost clan to turn into a black ghost cloud, breaking through the direction where Sun Dadi was.

Because, she saw that the direction where Sun Dadi was located was the weakest and could rush out of the ancient city as fast as possible.

"I want to leave before I left my treasures?"

Rivals of flames surged from Sun Dadi's body to resist the impact of ghost fog.

At the same time, he suddenly swung the iron rod out, knocking more than a dozen monks from the ancient ghost breeder to fly backwards, falling to the ground, and turning them into meat paste.

Just when the ancient tribe of Yanggui broke through, the monks of the ancient tribe of driving corpses all launched attack methods, mainly attacking Zhang Ruochen and Er Sikong.

Some of the battle corpses formed a large corpse formation, which involved Da Sikong, Huang Yanchen, Xiao Hei, and Zhao Shiqi in the formation and launched a fierce attack and attacked.

Nearly a thousand semi-saint-level battle corpses attacked at the same time, forming an extremely shocking scene, and in an instant, a piece of city was sunk.

"Zhang Ruochen, your death date has come!"

Yin Xuanji threw the bell upwards, causing it to float in the air and shake it gently.

The six corpse kings heard the sound of bells and each grabbed a black spear and attacked Zhang Ruochen.

There was a dazzling golden light emitting from their bodies, and the bodies were cast out of gold, with great force and a spear could break the mountains.

The War Corpse King is made of the corpse of a saint. As long as some mysterious metal is added to absorb the corpse energy, it can continue to evolve and have the opportunity to grow into the Holy Corpse King.

Zhang Ruochen knocked out Jiezi Yin, mobilizing the emperor's aura, and hitting the corpses of the two corpse kings.

However, the bodies of the two corpse kings were quite hard and did not disintegrate. The part that was hit by the Jiezi Seal was only sunk inward.

Soon, they crawled out of the ruins, roared, grabbed the cold spear, and attacked Zhang Ruochen again.

"Their physical strength is even harder than the holy bodies of some saints in the lower realm." Zhang Ruochen said intimately.

The attack power of the War Corpse King may be just as good as that of the Beast King, but its defense power is quite terrible and it is difficult to completely erase them.

Yin Xuanji smiled and said, "Zhang Ruochen, I will kill Er Sikong first, and then kill you. You think you are here to steal the treasures of heaven and earth, but in fact, you are just here to die."

"Yeah?"

Zhang Ruochen drew the ancient sword of Chen Yuan, swung the sword out with one sword, dragged out a crescent-shaped sword energy, and slashed it at the waist of a corpse king.

A sting.

The corpse of the War Corpse King was cut into two pieces.

Even though it was broken into two pieces, the War Corpse King still remembered to attack.

Zhang Ruochen set out his sword again, and the sword energy flew out like a net, breaking the body of the War Corpse King into hundreds.

Seeing this scene, Yin Xuanji was shocked: "How is it possible? The corpse of the War Corpse King was refined from the corpse of the saint, and the deep-sea golden mother was added. How hard it was? How could it be cut off so easily?"

Zhang Ruochen did not speak, and drew his sword again, used a holy magic-level sword technique, splitting the other corpse king in half, and flew out in both directions.

It was so terrible that in an instant, two corpse kings were already damaged.

Such losses almost made Yin Xuanji vomit blood.

In the end, he did not deal with Er Sikong, but lifted the green-eyed and green blood beads and slung them above the palms of his hands.

In this current situation, we can only kill Zhang Ruochen first.

"The Blood of the Corpse Emperor." Yin Xuan Ji recited lightly.

The green eyes and blood beads emit bright green light, reflecting the entire ancient city into blue.

A drop of green blood flowed out from the green blood beads of green eyes, dripped on Yin Xuanji's eyebrows, soaked in the shroud, and merged with his body.

"Crash."

An extremely terrifying corpse energy radiated from Yin Xuanji's body, his body doubled, and green corpse hair grew on the shroud.

At this moment, the aura emitted by Yin Xuanji is even stronger than the six battle corpse kings combined.

"Go to die for me."

Yin Xuanji's degree was extremely fast, and in an instant, it hit Zhang Ruochen's body.

The two of them threw forward at the same time, smashing the walls of the city lord's mansion.

Immediately afterwards, Yin Xuanji's five fingers grew sharp claws and swung them towards Zhang Ruochen's neck.

"Bang."

A green dragon shadow flashed from Zhang Ruochen's arm, and he hit Yin Xuanji's chest and knocked him out.

Yin Xuanji flew back about twenty feet, dissolving Zhang Ruochen's palm power, and with a bang, it landed on the ground, trampling the ground into spider-web-like cracks.

Zhang Ruochen stood up from the ruins and bounced the dust on his body.

Suddenly, he felt a little dizzy, his eyes were dark, and a cold force came from his neck, corroding his body.

Just now, Yin Xuanji's claws passed through Zhang Ruochen's neck, leaving three shallow blood marks.

The location of the bloodstains has turned blue-black, and corpse hairs have grown one after another. Moreover, the area covered by the corpse hair is still increasing, spreading to the face and shoulders.

"What a powerful corpse poison."

Zhang Ruochen was secretly shocked and immediately activated the "Nine Heavens Ming Emperor Sutra" and mobilized the holy energy to run a large circle in his body, and finally refined the corpse poison.
Chapter completed!