845 The New Birth

The black earthen jug was extremely rough. Lines of dried patterns could be seen on its surface.

But such an ordinary jug had taken Ghost King in it.

Not only was Zhang Ruochen shocked, but also other monks hidden in the dark were astonished by it.

"Could it be… the so-called Soul-Absorbing Saint Jug?"

"It could be. The Soul-Absorbing Saint Jug is said to have been refined by a Supreme Saint Elder, and passed on from ancient times until now."

"Supreme Saint Shixin?"

"Right. Only figures like Supreme Saint Shixin had the ability to refine the Soul-Absorbing Saint Jug."

The Soul-Absorbing Saint Jug ranked Number 18 in the Thousand-pattern Saint Weapon List, even higher than the Taotian Sword. It was a scary murder weapon that could not only take dead souls, but extract souls from living humans.

The Soul-Absorbing Saint Jug shook violently just after it had taken Ghost King Bloodmoon in. A loud banging noise of collision was given out from inside it.

"A ghost king who has died twice should want to escape the Soul-Absorbing Saint Jug?"

Saint Shiva snorted. She pinched a drop of saint blood out of her finger. The blood flew and hit the surface of the Soul-Absorbing Saint Jug. Instantly, lines of bloody red patterns appeared on the surface of the jug, and suppressed Ghost King Bloodmoon in it.

While Saint Shiva was busy suppressing Ghost King Bloodmoon, Zhang Ruochen used sword language to recall the Taotian Sword back to the Spatial Ring.

Monks from the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and the Ancient Necromancer Race didn't stop him.

After all, Zhang Ruochen was completely trapped there in their eyes.

Apart from the three saints, other Half-Saints from Ancient Necromancer Race and Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race showed up as well. There were about a dozen of them standing at the edge of sea of lava, each of them giving out powerful Qi.

Except for Yin Xuanji and Feng Yinchan, the rest were old lords who had lived at least 200 years, and were about to come to an end of their lives.

Feng Yinchan narrowed her eyes, and laughed. "Zhang Ruochen, you should give up and surrender now. It would be meaningless for you to go on fighting against us."

Zhang Ruochen as the Time and Space Descendent had refined Five Elements Chaotic Body. His body was already a fortune for the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race.

The Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race had studied souls very thoroughly, and could use secret methods to rob Zhang Ruochen's body.

If a Time and Space Descendent with a Five Elements Chaotic Body was born in the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race, he could definitely lead the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race to prosperity.

Zhang Ruochen looked around and saw himself surrounded by elders of the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and the Ancient Necromancer Race. None of them were less powerful than Zhang Ruochen.

They all looked at Zhang Ruochen with either sneers or looks of pity, as if Zhang Ruochen had become their prey and was waiting to be slaughtered.

"What if I don't surrender?"

Although in a very passive situation, Zhang Ruochen appeared to be rather calm and didn't want to give in.

"Then you'll be forced to take it."

Saint Kongtong wasn't in the mood to discuss this with Zhang Ruochen. He stretched out a bony arm to catch Zhang Ruochen across dozens of meters of space.

The martial art he used was called "Ge Kong Qu Wu," and he had practiced it to its ultimate usage. With just a stretch of his hand, he could pick up the thing he wanted, even across thousands of meters of space.

Chi chi.

Rules of Saintly Way crossed back and forth rapidly above the Zhang Ruochen's head, condensed into a black palm about twenty meters long and grabbed its underside.

The minute Zhang Ruochen was about to be caught by Saint Kongtong, a ray of green light surged out of the bottom of the pit in the center of the magma sea.

Strong Qi of Life was contained in the light.

In the next minute, green grasses were growing rapidly on the side of the magma lake and in the cracks of rocks, then turned into vines, flowers and bushes.

The deadly Ghost God Valley became vigorous in just a minute.

At the same time, a blade of sword Qi came out of nowhere and hit the condensed big hand of Saint Kongtong, crashing into it.

Without dispersing, the sword Qi kept going forward.

"There should be another master!"

The face of Saint Kongtong changed a bit, and he threw out three defending Rune Curses, which condensed into three layers of light shields in front of him.

Each light shield was about one meter thick.

He only had to use one defending Rune Curse to resolve the crisis in other times.

But now he had thrown three in a row, because the power given by the sword Qi was too strong for him to resist.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

With three exploding noises, the light shields condensed by the three Rune Curses were penetrated by sword Qi in a second.

Sword Qi chopped off Saint Kongtong's right arm.

A huge amount of saint blood flowed out of Saint Kongtong's body. With a low groan, Saint Kongtong flew back and fell into the magma sea.

It was so extraordinary that all men present were astonished.

"What a blade! Perhaps only the Sword Saint could give out such strong power."

"Saint Kongtong has become a saint over hundreds of years with quite strong cultivation. Were it not the rebirth of the Sword Saint, who else could chop off his arm?"

"I thought that Zhang Ruochen had other last resorts. It turns out that he has a very powerful helper."

…

When they were all busy guessing, ecstasy showed on Zhang Ruochen's face. And he looked to the center of the magma sea.

An outstanding figure was walking out of the green fog slowly.

Seeing that figure made Zhang Ruochen's eyes wet. His body couldn't help trembling, and kneeled down on one knee. "Master…"

Before he could kneel down, Sword Saint Xuanji raised a hand. He appeared in front of him the next minute, and helped him up. The deep eyes of Sword Saint Xuanji observed Zhang Ruochen carefully, and showed complex feelings.

The dead person had come back to life again. Even with his state of mind, Sword Saint Xuanji felt all kinds of feelings: lost, moved, shocked and at last, he calmed down.

It was his second time living in this world, so naturally he could keep his inner peace.

Sword Saint Xuanji patted Zhang Ruochen on the shoulder, and said, "Good boy. You retreat now; let master handle it from here."

Zhang Ruochen suppressed his desire to speak thousands of words to him and retreated behind Sword Saint Xuanji.

It's already a miracle that his master was resurrected.

Monks in the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race were all astonished by the fact that a dead person had come back to life.

They dealt with ghosts and corpses all year round, and naturally they could tell whether Sword Saint Xuanji was a living person or not.

There was no Qi of death on him. On the contrary, his Qi of life was thousands of times that of a normal person.

His original white hair had turned black.

All wrinkles on his face had disappeared, making him look like a middle aged man in his forties.

"Hua!"

Saint Kongtong rushed out from the magma sea and landed on the ground. Even though he was lacking an arm, his Holy Qi was still strong.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

But when he saw Sword Saint Xuanji, he was totally shocked. "How could this happen?"

With rings of lights of life shining outside of his body, Sword Saint Xuanji said, "Kongtong, how dare you to pick a fight with my student? Did you really think I was dead?"

Saint Kongtong took a deep breath and then snorted. "It must be that Zhang Ruochen has found the Resurrection Potion for you. No wonder he insisted on fighting us here. It was to buy you some time."

"Why? Do you regret it now?" asked Sword Saint Xuanji.

Saint Shiva said, "Kongtong, don't waste time talking to him. He's just come back and hasn't finished absorbing the medical power of the Resurrection Potion yet. We should take this chance to work together and kill him. Maybe we could even refine the Resurrection Potion from his dead body."

Saint Shiva threw her Soul-Absorbing Saint Jug to him immediately.

Ghost souls flew out of her earthen jug. Among them, four ghost souls were as powerful as Ghost Kings. It was already extreme for Saint Shiva to control four ghost kings.

Ghost King Bloodmoon hadn't been refined by the Soul-Absorbing Saint Jug yet. She took the chance to run out and landed on the ground with the shape of ghost smoke, and appeared to be very weak.

Saint Shiva focused all her strength to deal with Sword Saint Xuanji now, and had no time to suppress her.

Meanwhile, Saint Kongtong and the man in purple and gold armor gave full play to their last resorts, and attacked Sword Saint Xuanji from the sides with Saint Spells.

The destruction of three Saints together was extraordinarily terrible. All cliffs and hills in Ghost God Valley crashed to pieces, giving off deafening noises.

Zhang Ruochen felt quite worried. After all, Sword Saint Xuanji had just awoken and was far from his prime time. He thought he might not be able to defend himself from the mere attack of three saints, not to mention their Soul-Absorbing Saint Jug.

So he took Taotian Sword out and wanted to hand it over to Sword Saint Xuanji.

But Sword Saint Xuanji shook his head slightly and stepped forward to the void with confidence. He used his hand as a sword and chopped in front of him.

The sword Qi was like a ten-thousand-meter-long waterfall, falling from the sky onto the bodies of the two saints of the Ancient Necromancer Race.

Puzz.

After only a minute, the body of Saint Kongtong collapsed and turned into a cloud of blood mist. And the broken saint bones in the blood mist fell to the ground.

The saint in purple and gold armor screamed tragically and fell from the sky. His armor was broken, and blood was all over his body.

A giant pit and a broken corpse appeared on the ground.

With only one blade, two saints had been vanquished.