Zhang Ruochen also worked the exercises, controlled the marks of the gods, and tried to absorb the divine power between heaven and earth.

However, it was found that the surrounding divine power had been absorbed by Mu Lingxi, and the marks of the gods had not changed.

Well, he will only have to go to the black volcano in the center of the magmatic ocean, where there must be more remaining divine power. Maybe there is still a chance to impact the tenth change of the dragon.

Zhang Ruochen didn't hold much hope for the tenth change of Yulong.

Because he has refined seven drops of divine blood, reaching the physical limit, it is difficult to accommodate more divine power.

Three days later, Mu Lingxi successfully condensed the holy spirit and achieved the semi-holy position in one fell swoop.

When she stepped out of the world of scrolls, the whole body was shining with sacred light. Every inch of skin was like sacred jade, and it was crystal clear, her eyes became deep and full of wisdom.

Although Mu Lingxi's realm is just the beginning of the first-order semi-holy, but the sentiment is catching up with the fourth-order semi-holy.

Once breaking through the semi-sacred realm, it immediately becomes a strong among the semi-sacred, stronger than those older semi-sacred ancestors.

Zhang Ruochen was very happy for Mu Lingxi and said, "Congratulations on your complete transcendence from the ordinary and the achievement of the semi-holy position."

Obviously, Mu Lingxi is also very happy, laughing: "You have not also reached the peak of the ninth change of the dragon, you can break into the semi-sacred realm at any time."

"Me? I have to consolidate for a while."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head slightly, and said positively, "Since Sister Xiu's practice has been broken, we will go to the Black Volcano now."

Zhang Ruochen did not propose to let her enter the world of maps or stay on the shore of the magma ocean. Because, he knew very well that Mu Lingxi would never agree.

If she insists on keeping her, it is possible to cause unnecessary incidents.

Mu Lingxi's eyes exuded a radiant beauty, and a soft hum.

In the magmatic ocean, there are many black reefs, which can be used as the landing point of Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi.

Zhang Ruochen mobilized the power of space to remove the cracks in the space across the sea surface and opened a road stiffly.

Even with everything in place, there are risks.

On one occasion, the magmatic ocean set off a huge storm, rolling up more than ten meters of magma, swept over them both.

Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen took the initiative to tear the space and devoured the wave of magma before he resolved the crisis.

The closer they were to the black volcano, the greater the pressure on the two men, and it took half a day to finally reach the foot of the black volcano.

The Holy Spirit in both of them was almost exhausted, and they kept breathing, and they could only take out the Holy Stone first, absorb the Holy Spirit in it, and recover.

When he recovered to his full state, Zhang Ruochen began to carefully observe the surrounding environment.

Even at the foot of the volcano, the pressure on Zhang Ruochen is already quite great, and every step taken will consume a lot of holy air.

If it is a ninth change monk in Yulongjing, it is estimated that he is already lying on the ground and cannot move.

"Zhang Ruochen, look at it, there are two ... people ..."

Mu Lingxi widened her eyes, stretched out a hand, and pointed her finger at a position halfway up the mountain.

Zhang Ruochen looked up, his eyes penetrated through the layers of ghost fog, and sure enough he saw a burly man in armor standing on a gigantic boulder halfway up the mountain.

His height is four meters, and his arms are thicker than ordinary people's waists, giving people a towering feeling of standing on the ground and feet.

A huge amount of ghost spirit spread out from his feet. Even if Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi were just standing under the mountain, they were trembled by the ghost-like spirit of the ghost.

This is not to say that the mood, soul, and mental strength of the two of them are not strong enough, but that the other's cultivation is so much higher than them, even if it is just a breath that can exude them.

"Too terrible ... I have awakened the blood of the Phoenix and cultivated the Holy Spirit to achieve the semi-holy position, but it is still difficult to resist the breath emanating from him. I am afraid that only the legendary saint has such terrifying power. breath."

There was blood flowing from the corner of Mu Lingxi's mouth, unable to continue to stand, and sat on the ground.

Zhang Ruochen is not much better than Mu Lingxi. Even with the guardianship of the immortal marks, the Wuhun also cracks, which may be broken at any time.

"Space."

As soon as Zhang Ruochen raised his arms, he mobilized the power of space and propped up a translucent field cover with a diameter of three feet, and barely resisted that breath.

He said: "This person should be a very powerful ghost king in the underworld. If the blood moon ghost king is here, he can definitely recognize this ghost king."

The ghost king's breath, although very powerful, had thirty-six golden chains that penetrated his ghost and suppressed him dead, so he stood still and couldn't move.

Otherwise, he only needs to wave his arm, I am afraid that Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi will die out.

Thirty-six golden chains are composed of Buddhist scriptures, exuding an extremely sacred breath.

The other end of the golden chain was attached to the brows of an old monk.

The old monk, sitting opposite the Armored Ghost King, wore a simple Buddha clothing, with his hands on his knees.

His body was very dry, and his blood and water seemed to have been lost, leaving only a bone and a layer of wrinkled skin.

I'm afraid it won't be long before the old monk will die and die.

Even so, the old monk still went all out to suppress the opposite ghost king. I wonder, how long have they been in this state?

"Who is that monk who can fight with the ghost king, it is definitely a very remarkable being." Mu Lingxi said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "This monk is a ghost, and he has been fighting for more than a year. Although the saint monk has the upper hand now, but continue to stand still, at most another three or five days, he will lose his blood. dead."

Mu Lingxi said: "If the sacred monk dies, I'm afraid we can't escape it. In the valley of ghosts and gods, those monks who break in will surely die."

"Who would have expected that there are two such terrible beings fighting here?"

"Go, leave here immediately." Zhang Ruochen said very decisively.

Mu Lingxi also nodded, ready to retreat.

Although they also wanted to help the monk, their cultivation was too low to intervene in that level of fighting at all.

Once you step in, it is tantamount to seeking your own way.

Just then, a very old voice came into Zhang Ruochen's ears, "The donor ... and slowly ..."

Zhang Ruochen stopped and looked around, but found no figure. In the end, he showed a thoughtful look and stared at the old monk on the mountainside.

I saw the old monk sitting in the same place, not moving, without opening his mouth.

"Yes, it is indeed the poor monk calling you ..."

The sound was very weak, like a fire candle in the wind, which would go out at any time.

Zhang Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "What did the senior command?"

No response came from the ears.

After waiting for a while, the voice resounded again: "The man standing opposite the poor monk is one of the strongest men in the outer world of Hades, the first ghost king of God and the ruler of all the ghost kings of hell. Now, the poor monk There is still some power to suppress it. However, the poor monk has not had a lot of time ... After the poor monk dies, he will be free from suppression, and by then, it will definitely cause infinite disaster to the Kunlun community. "

Zhang Ruochen hesitated a little and said, "Can the younger generation help the older generation?"

"If it ’s another monk, even if you come here, it won't help you. However, you can control the space, but it can play some roles. Maybe you can get rid of the first ghost king in one fell swoop and save some of the Kunlun kingdom. Disaster, "said the old voice.

The practice of the old monk is unfathomable. Even if he sits on the ground and cannot move, the spiritual power and the holy spirit are extremely powerful. I am afraid that everything that happened in the Valley of Ghosts and Gods could not hide his perception at all.

Well, he naturally knew that Zhang Ruochen could mobilize space power.

If the man in armor is really the first Ghost King of God, then he cannot escape anyway. Once he enters the Kunlun realm, the disaster caused is definitely more terrible than the hundreds of millions of Yin soldiers.

Zhang Ruochen continued to communicate with the old monk and finally understood what the other party meant.

The old monk hoped that Zhang Ruochen could mobilize the cracks in the space above the magma ocean to attack the first ghost king. Although God's first ghost king is powerful, he can't move now. Zhang Ruochen's space attack methods can indeed pose some threats to him.

Except for Zhang Ruochen, even if a saint comes, it is estimated that it will not change the war situation.

"Sister Duanmu, would you like to enter the picture world first?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Of course, Mu Lingxi knows how dangerous it is to get involved in the battle between the first ghost king and the old monk. It can be described as a life of nine deaths.

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Mu Lingxi shook her head vigorously, her eyes firmly said: "Fight together, even if you die here, there is no regret."

Zhang Ruochen gave her a deep look and stopped forcing her. After all, if he and the old monk failed to kill the first ghost king, even if Mu Lingxi hid in the scroll world, it would be a dead end. There was no difference.

Zhang Ruochen stood on the edge of the volcano, spreading his hands slowly, fully erupting the power in his body.

Above the magmatic ocean, all the space cracks slowly approached the direction of the black volcano.

Standing under the volcano and looking out to the sea, you can see a broken world, squeezing over.

That power is like being able to destroy everything in the world.

Zhang Ruochen's forehead was exuding fine sweat and his arms were shaking. Obviously, it is not easy to control so many space cracks at one time. Any small mistake can destroy himself in the broken space.