Chapter 843: Ten Thousand Ghost Soul-Stealing Grand Formation
At the same time, Yin Xuanji's body slowly rose into the air, standing above the dragon corpse.
A surging wave of sacred Qi surged from his body toward the bells at his waist. The three bells hanging from his waist all flew up, emitting a fierce clashing sound.
Below, the dragon corpse and the golden corpse roared up at the sky, producing deafening sounds. Chilling corpse Qi burst forth, condensing into dozens of dragon shadows and a vast expanse of golden palaces.
That golden corpse had been an ancient emperor in life, having cultivated an indestructible golden body. Even after being dead for tens of thousands of years, its physical form remained perfectly intact.
The vast phantom of golden palaces was condensed from the imperial Qi on its body, like the dharma form of a sacred body, possessing extremely powerful sacred might and imperial might.
"Kill!"
Yin Xuanji let out a loud roar.
The dragon corpse and the golden corpse attacked simultaneously.
Zhang Ruochen did not dare to underestimate the two war corpses. He continuously struck out space rifts, but they all dodged them. In the end, Zhang Ruochen could only leap up, flying to a height of over ten zhang in midair, to avoid being struck by the combined force of the two powerful beings.
"Attack!"
At that moment, from another direction, Feng Yinshan mobilized eight thousand ghost soldiers, arranging them into a battle formation. She gathered the power of all the ghost soldiers together, transforming it into a blood blade a thousand zhang long, which she slashed down at Zhang Ruochen, who was leaping through the air.
As the blade edge passed, it continuously split the space apart, creating countless fragments.
The power of this single strike was such that even a fourth-rank Half-Saint probably could not withstand it.
Even though Zhang Ruochen was quite confident in his own strength, he still immediately executed a Space Displacement, dodging to the right, unwilling to fight her head-on.
"The methods of the Ghost-Raising Ancient Clan are indeed as formidable as the legends say. Her strength is probably even above Yin Xuanji's."
Just as Zhang Ruochen shifted sideways, the golden corpse controlled by Yin Xuanji erupted with astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, it pierced through the Space Domain and attacked Zhang Ruochen.
The fist wind it unleashed drove the phantom of the golden palace behind it forward, charging out.
"Dragon Calamity."
Zhang Ruochen struck out with the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm. From the center of his palm, streaks of dragon shadows and elephant shadows flew out, clashing head-on with the golden corpse.
"Boom!"
A force like a collapsing mountain surged from the golden fist, sending Zhang Ruochen staggering back eighteen steps. With each step he took, the rock beneath his feet was crushed to powder.
The power of the golden corpse was definitely even more ferocious than that three-headed, six-armed war corpse.
"Zhang Ruochen, if you admit defeat now, it's still not too late. As long as you kneel down and kowtow to me, proactively admitting your mistake, this young master will let you off." Yin Xuanji shook the bells, a sinister smile appearing in his eyes.
When he and Feng Yinshan joined forces against an enemy, they had always been invincible. Even old-timers among the Half-Saints would retreat and avoid them.
Could they not even take down a mere Fish-Dragon Realm cultivator?
Zhang Ruochen only felt a sharp pain in his right arm, and the entire right half of his body was numb, unable to muster any strength.
The golden corpse's combat power was probably not much different from a fourth-rank Half-Saint.
Yin Xuanji's cultivation had likely already reached the second-rank Half-Saint realm. Otherwise, he could not possibly control such a powerful war corpse.
A fourth-rank Half-Saint level of combat power was already quite formidable even among Half-Saints. After all, more than half of the Half-Saints in the entire Kunlun Realm were stuck below the fourth-rank Half-Saint level, with only thirty to forty percent able to reach the fourth-rank Half-Saint level or above.
Zhang Ruochen remained expressionless, showing no fear, but his gaze became quite serious. He mobilized the sacred dragon Qi from the Dragon Pearl, sending it surging toward his right arm. The feeling of pain and numbness quickly disappeared.
Seeing that Zhang Ruochen was still stubborn and unyielding, Yin Xuanji snorted coldly. He shook the three bells again, controlling the golden corpse to strike out two more fist seals.
The phantom of the golden palace flew forward, like an entire world pressing down on Zhang Ruochen.
"Space Shatter."
Zhang Ruochen's gaze also darkened. He pointed his right index finger forward, shattering the space ahead into a fragmented zone.
Especially in the Ghost Spirit Valley, executing Space Shatter unleashed an even greater power. Within a radius of several dozen zhang, the space collapsed inward in an instant, completely shattered.
Yin Xuanji was also quite shocked. He had not expected Zhang Ruochen to possess such a terrifying spatial technique. Such a powerful move would probably force even fifth-rank or sixth-rank Half-Saints to retreat.
The golden corpse's speed was astonishing. It immediately retreated backward, actually escaping from that shattered space.
From another direction, the eight thousand ghost soldiers under Feng Yinshan's control arranged themselves into a circular battle formation, trapping Zhang Ruochen in the center.
Eight thousand streams of ghost Qi surged out from the ghost soldiers' bodies, transforming into iron chains as thick as water buckets, interweaving to form a ghost Qi prison.
Feng Yinshan held a ghost banner, a jet-black veil covering most of her delicate face, making her appear quite mysterious. She said, "Zhang Ruochen, this time, even with wings, you won't be able to escape."
Zhang Ruochen stood at the center of the ghost Qi prison, looking extremely calm. "Do you think a Ten Thousand Ghost Soul-Stealing Grand Formation can trap me?"
"Since you know about the Ten Thousand Ghost Soul-Stealing Grand Formation, you should understand that I only need to activate the formation to drain away your martial soul. Without your martial soul, can you still control space?"
Clearly, Feng Yinshan had great confidence in the Ten Thousand Ghost Soul-Stealing Grand Formation. This formation was considered quite formidable even among sixth-rank formations.
Let alone Zhang Ruochen, even those Half-Saints who had cultivated for over two hundred years and had tempered their sacred souls to an extremely stable state would find it difficult to withstand the power of the Ten Thousand Ghost Soul-Stealing Grand Formation.
Zhang Ruochen merely smiled faintly and said no more. He directly used the power of space to pull the eleven space rifts from afar toward him at the same time.
If those space rifts attacked, the ghost soldiers that Feng Yinshan had painstakingly refined would be completely annihilated.
"Do you really think I dare not kill you?"
A cold light flashed in Feng Yinshan's eyes. She struck out the ghost banner, suspending it above the eight thousand ghost soldiers.
As the ghost banner slowly turned, the eight thousand ghost soldiers charged forward simultaneously. Their ghostly bodies dissolved into ghost Qi, then condensed into eight thousand ghost-mark talismans, flying toward Zhang Ruochen.
From a distance, Zhang Ruochen's body was completely surrounded by ghost-mark talismans.
The eight thousand ghost-mark talismans spun rapidly, forming a huge vortex of ghost Qi, emitting a "woo woo" sound.
Yin Xuanji frowned slightly. Although he also very much hoped Feng Yinshan could kill Zhang Ruochen, Zhang Ruochen could not die yet. If he died here, who would lead them out of the Underworld?
Feng Yinshan using the Ten Thousand Ghost Soul-Stealing Grand Formation to deal with Zhang Ruochen was still a bit impulsive.
The Devouring Rabbit sent the demon ape into the Scroll World and immediately returned to the ground.
Not only it, but Blood Moon Ghost King was also standing not far away. However, Blood Moon Ghost King appeared exceptionally calm, without any expression, like a bystander.
The Devouring Rabbit looked up at her and said, "Ghost Sister, if you don't make a move now, Master Chen will probably die at the hands of the inheritors of the Ghost-Raising Ancient Clan and the Corpse-Driving Ancient Clan."
Blood Moon Ghost King glanced at it and said, "He won't die that easily. Instead, in the shadows, there are several very powerful auras."
For a Ghost King to call them powerful meant the opponents were definitely no ordinary figures.
A vigilant expression appeared on Blood Moon Ghost King's face.
Because she could sense that in the darkness, a strange power was growing stronger and stronger, actually able to suppress the ghost Qi on her body.
That power made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Boom."
At the center of the Ten Thousand Ghost Soul-Stealing Grand Formation, Zhang Ruochen's body emitted a five-colored radiance, tearing five gaps in the already fragile space here.
The eight thousand ghost-mark talismans all flew backward at the same time.
"That's... the power of the Five Elements Chaos... Could Zhang Ruochen have actually cultivated the legendary Five Elements Chaos Body?"
Feng Yinshan's face turned extremely pale. She immediately tried to control the ghost banner to recall the eight thousand ghost soldiers that had transformed into talismans. After all, those ghost soldiers were something she had spent a great deal of energy and wealth to refine. If they fell into the space rifts, the loss would be catastrophic.
Unfortunately, she was still too late.
Zhang Ruochen struck out with over a dozen space rifts simultaneously, devouring all eight thousand ghost soldiers. Only six Wuchang-level ghost soldiers managed to preserve their ghostly bodies and fly back into the ghost banner.
As for the other two Wuchang-level ghost soldiers, they had been struck by the space rifts and had their souls scattered.
With the ghost soldiers destroyed, Feng Yinshan also suffered a certain degree of backlash. She spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately retreated backward.
"Zhang Ruochen, you are asking for death."
Yin Xuanji once again controlled the two war corpses, preparing to launch a full-force attack.
Just then, from the ghost mist in the distance, an aged voice rang out: "Ji'er, in this region, space is very fragile, giving Zhang Ruochen a great advantage. You withdraw first, and let this old man deal with him."
Vaguely, one could see that at the center of the gray-black ghost mist, a rusty yellow bronze coffin was floating.
The voice just now had come from inside the coffin.
Yin Xuanji was clearly extremely unwilling, but he did not dare to defy the will of the old man in the coffin.
This person was an ancestor of the Corpse-Driving Ancient Clan, having cultivated for several hundred years. Because his lifespan was nearly exhausted, he had taken the risk to come to the Underworld in search of a resurrection medicine.
Although Yin Xuanji was the inheritor of the Corpse-Driving Ancient Clan, possessing authority comparable to a Saint within the clan, he still did not dare to offend the ancestor in the coffin.
Yin Xuanji cupped his hands and bowed to the yellow bronze coffin. "Ancestor, Zhang Ruochen has a Divine Stubborn Fruit on him. If you take it, it can extend your life by a hundred years."
Hearing the words "Divine Stubborn Fruit," the yellow bronze coffin shook slightly. The breathing of the person inside became quite rapid.
The Divine Stubborn Fruit was formed from divine Qi and divine blood, deposited over long years before it could finally grow.
Although its medicinal power could not compare to a resurrection medicine, it was still a divine object for extending life. Even Saint-level figures were extremely eager to obtain one.
The moment the yellow bronze coffin appeared, Zhang Ruochen felt an immense pressure. His feet gradually sank, and soon, his ankles were buried in the ground.
At this moment, let alone fighting, even moving a single finger was incredibly difficult.