1237 Unknown Ghosts

"Don't even think about leaving."

The Death Knight jumped up from the dragon and threw the spear toward Zhang Ruochen.

A blood-red light shuttle flew out.

The power from the spear was horrific. Halos were formed, centering on the light shuttle, making cracking sounds in the sky.

"Spatial move."

Zhang Ruochen vanished to dodge the blood-red light shuttle.

Hong Long.

The area where Zhang Ruochen had just stood was attacked by the blood light shuttle. It caved and collapsed into the ocean.

Zhang Ruochen showed up again in the sky above the ancient ghost boat, sliding on the deck.

The Death Knight landed on the ground, staring at the white-caped being on the ancient ghost boat. His eyes gleamed with ferocious light. "Power of space again."

Zhang Ruochen had escaped the Death Knight once, so the Death Knight wouldn't let him flee again.

"Even if you have the power of space, today is still the day you die."

The Death Knight stuck the spear into the ground, mobilizing the holy Qi inside him and infusing it into the Ten Saints Blood Armor. And then, ten saint shadows emerged, standing at ten different directions.

Meanwhile, he raised his arm and clenched his fist.

"Hundred Miles Fist."

With the power of ten saints, the Death Knight performed fist techniques at the saint spell level, which was forty-two times stronger than he actually was.

Fist prints the size of two hills flew out, and the water between the ground and the ancient ghost boat started to tumble as if it was surging to the sky.

To Zhang Ruochen, they were no fist prints, but two burning aerolites.

"How terrific the saint spell is. Even saints at Xuanhuang realm might be killed."

Zhang Ruochen didn't use his five town saint repression rune, instead, he wanted to use his own power to ward off the attacks from the Death Knight.

It was indeed dangerous, but it was worth trying, after all, he was a martial arts saint now. He was way stronger than before.

"Time saint look."

"Space saint look."

Zhang Ruochen raised his arms, and then, time saint look and space saint look showed up on his sides, and they looked like two giant whirlpools.

He pushed his arms forward, then the time saint look and space saint look flew out, clashing with the two fist prints.

Hong Long.

The two fist prints crumbled and turned into two clusters of blood-red clouds.

Zhang Ruochen felt a tremendous amount of power pushing his body backwards, and he hit the ancient ghost boat.

Zhang Ruochen didn't know what he'd hit. A giant sound came from that black devil Qi.

And then, the thousands of ghost shadows seemed to have been frightened. They all woke up and made ear-piercing noises.

"He's strong enough to ward off my Hundred Miles Fist." The Death Knight found it hard to believe.

The Death Knight had great body constitution, which could rival the saint bodies of human beings. He was definitely a top-tier being among those at the same level.

The Death Knight was at pinnacle Xuanhuang realm, and with the power of Ten Saints Blood Armor, ordinary saints at Xuanhuang realm would be killed by him with one strike.

However, Zhang Ruochen, who had just become a saint, was able to survive one attack from him.

How could that not be surprising.

"The power of time and space is indeed inexplicable. No wonder the Immortal Temple wants us to kill him no matter what. If he matures and gets stronger, he'll definitely be a forceful enemy of my race," Ya She Saint said.

"Go chase him."

The Death Knight and Ya She Saint spread their blood-red wings and flew toward the ancient ghost boat like two traces of blood-red light.

The shore of Yin and Yang Ocean wasn't dangerous. After flying for a while, the Death Knight and Ya She Saint boarded the ancient ghost boat.

Although he had survived the Hundred Miles Fist, Zhang Ruochen was still slightly injured.

Zhang Ruochen stood up, and he was surrounded by black fog. He couldn't see anything more than thirty feet away.

"The fog is poisonous, and it has very strong cold and evil Qi."

Zhang Ruochen mobilized his holy Qi, and then, seventy-two layers of holy light emerged.

Each layer of holy light was like a defense cover. Any creature who wanted to kill him needed to pierce through the seventy-two layers of holy light first.

Thanks to the seventy-two layers of holy light, Zhang Ruochen was able to ward off the strike from the Death Knight and only got slightly injured.

Only those who refined special techniques could form guarding holy light when they reached the state of half-saint or saints.

The black fog couldn't get close to Zhang Ruochen with the holy light protecting him. However, the holy light was so bright that it attracted a ghost shadow.

It wasn't a ghost, but a shadow.

Zhang Ruochen felt forces from him that were more terrific than those of the Death Knight.

"What's that?"

Zhang Ruochen held his breath, holding Abyss Ancient Sword, and was completely alarmed.

Ga Ga.

The shadow made thrilling laughing sounds, and suddenly, it disappeared.

Actually, it didn't disappear, but it was moving so fast that Zhang Ruochen couldn't see it at all.

Zhang Ruochen immediately wielded his sword and slashed above his head.

Hong Long. Zhang Ruochen felt that he'd slashed an iron wall, and his hands became numb.

And then, twelve black tentacles dived from the sky, winding around the sword, trying to seize it.

The power from the black tentacles was enormous. Zhang Ruochen immediately infused holy Qi into his sword and used thousand-patterns destruction to cut off the twelve black tentacles.

Zhang Ruochen then retracted his seventy-two layers of holy light and activated ten-saints blood armor, trying to run as fast as possible.

That shadow kept following Zhang Ruochen and hit Zhang Ruochen's back with a tentacle.

Zhang Ruochen felt that his organs were being crushed. He kept bleeding, but he didn't dare stop. He kept running.

Ga Ga.

That shadow made an attack again. It spread all its tentacles and completely encircled Zhang Ruochen.

"Spatial move."

Zhang Ruochen jumped and escaped from the tentacles.

At the next moment, Zhang Ruochen showed up in another space, arrived at a close cabin, kneeled on the ground and breathed heavily. He was sweating everywhere.

"It is indeed a boat of death. A random shadow can be that powerful. What is that?" Zhang Ruochen was intimidated.

That shadow was beyond Zhang Ruochen's knowledge. He had no idea what it was.

It wasn't a living being, but it wasn't a ghost either.

Zhang Ruochen hid in a cabin and took a spring spill. After a short while, he recovered.

"I chose a random direction to perform spatial move. Where am I now?"

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and released his mind power for inspection. He found that even his mind power was suppressed on the ancient ghost boat. He could only inspect things less than ninety feet away from him.

Instead, he sensed where Blackie was.

That sensing had nothing to do with mind power.

That fat cat didn't die. Instead, it had boarded the ancient ghost boat. However, it was more than two hundred miles away from Zhang Ruochen.

The ancient ghost boat was more than seven hundred miles long. It looked like a dragon corpse on the water. There were buildings on the dragon corpses, like decks, cabins, and palaces.

That boat looked like an island, or a mountain.

After the ancient times, no creatures at this size were born in Kunlun's Field. Even the ancient remains dug out from the underground couldn't compare to it.

Perhaps only the bodies of divine dragons could rival it.

"Two hundred miles is too far. I shouldn't go out. If I run into another ferocious beast, I might not be able to get away."

Zhang Ruochen didn't go meet Blackie. Instead, he stayed in the cabin to improve his cultivation.

At least the cabin was relatively safe.

Zhang Ruochen was able to rival some weak saints at Xuanhuang realm if he fully utilized the power of ten saints blood armor, time and space.

However, it wasn't enough.

When he ran into great beings like the Death Knight, he still couldn't fight them.

"I've already comprehended the first level of Sword Seven. If I can complete Sword Seven, my power will surge to a new level."

If he could complete Sword Seven, he would become a sword saint.

Which meant the power of sword seven was much higher than that of sword six.

There were ten levels of sword seven, and Zhang Ruochen had just finished the first level.

"My mind power is enough to handle the memories and saintly way comprehension of 'Seven Lives and Seven Deaths Picture.'"

If Zhang Ruochen could merge the sixth lifetime, his sword mastery would be greatly improved.

"Master, give me a saint source first. I need to absorb nutrition to improve my power." Carnivorous Holy Flower's voice was smooth, transmitted into Zhang Ruochen's head.

Zhang Ruochen didn't need to worry about Carnivorous Holy Flower swallowing him back as he had become a saint. He gave it the three saint sources.

Carnivorous Holy Flower said with exhilaration, "Thank you, master. As long as I absorb the three saint sources, I'll be powerful enough to rival a saint at Xuanhuang realm."

Zhang Ruochen didn't pay attention to Carnivorous Holy Flower. He devoted his mind to memories and saint way comprehension of the sixth lifetime.