The first ghost king of God also felt the huge crisis, and the huge body trembled slightly.

With just this slight movement, the entire volcano was shaking, and a blaze of light erupted from the top of the mountain, pouring out golden magma, flowing down from above.

At the same time, the mouth of the Ghost King of the First God opened, exhaling a ghost.

"The ants also dare to attack the king and kill me."

The group of ghosts flew in the air, condensed into an adult form, and turned into a giant ghost with a black armor. The body is four meters tall, a black spear is fingered, and a roar is stabbed to Zhang Ruochen.

Even though the ghost king at the beginning of God was quite weak at the moment, the spit of ghosts was very arrogant and contained the power of destroying the world.

The spear stabbed, making the surface of the volcano, flying sand and rocks, and surging ghostly.

In the magmatic ocean, a huge wave was set off, and in the blink of an eye, the sharp spear tip had already attacked Zhang Ruochen.

"To kill him, step on my body first."

Mu Lingxi urged the Holy Spirit, the slender body, completely covered with white snake scales.

On her back, she unfolded a pair of huge Phoenix wings and pushed forward with both palms, hitting the beast Zhending.

The beast Zhending quickly spun and became bigger and bigger. Finally, it grew to three feet high and turned into a black giant tripod, colliding with the spear that the ghost will pierce.

"Boom."

With a crushing force, the ghost will knock down the beast Zhending and fly back, and hit Mu Lingxi's chest.

Mu Lingxi spit a bit of blood, and finally stared at Zhang Ruochen, a slight smile appeared in her eyes, and she slammed into the lava ocean.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Ruochen's heart shuddered, bloodshots appeared from his eyes, and he yelled, "Give me death."

Dozens of space cracks, flying towards the first ghost king of God at the same time, the entire space was completely broken and opened, and in a split second, the ghost with a spear would be torn up.

Broken space, speed continued, and continued to fly towards the mountainside.

At the beginning of God, the Ghost King also knew that it was time for life and death. Suddenly, a roar uttered in his mouth, shattered his ghost body into a ghost, and broke away from the shackles of 36 Buddhist chains.

This is a method of self-destructive repair. Although it can cause great vitality, only in this way can life be saved.

"Wow-"? That horror of anger rushed out between dozens of space cracks and disappeared over the volcano.

"My King will never let go ... you ... you wait ..."

The voice of the first ghost king of God was getting farther and farther, and finally, it completely disappeared.

At the beginning of the roar of the ghost king, Zhang Ruochen was black before his eyes, fell to the ground, bleed in seven holes, and passed out.

When he woke up again, he was still lying at the foot of a volcanic mountain. A monk wearing a simple Buddhist clothing stood not far away, staring at him with deep eyes.

The old monk looked skinny, as if it were a layer of brown old skin, covering his bones.

Such a person gave Zhang Ruochen a feeling of being lifted up in the mountains, as if a strand of his hair fell to the ground, and the ground could be shaken; a breath can change the color of the heavens and the earth.

Even if the Buddha was alive, I am afraid that is the case.

The old monk showed a kind smile, and said to Zhang Ruochen, "donor, you finally woke up."

Zhang Ruochen's gaze was staring at the undulating lava ocean, and he was a little lost, his eyes were quite blank.

His heart was very painful, he got up from the ground and whispered, "Lingxi."

The old monk smiled slightly and said, "The donor doesn't have to worry, the female donor has been saved by the poor monk. The female donor's body has the blood of Binghuang, and the vitality is quite strong, and it doesn't matter."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes stared, revealing a look of great joy. ? Until then, he did not see Mu Lingxi lying on the ground, immediately rushed forward, held her up, and detected her injuries.

Sure enough, as the old monk said, although Mu Lingxi didn't wake up, he had a smooth breath and was very vigorous.

Zhang Ruochen finally breathed a sigh of relief, stared at the old monk, quickly got up and worshiped the old monk deeply, and said, "Thank you for your help.

The old monk stood on the ground like a withered tree, exuding an atmosphere of simple and vicissitudes, like a sage from the history books.

His old eyes looked at Zhang Ruochen and sighed: "It's all because the poor monk miscalculated the power of the first ghost king of God, and shouldn't let you two juniors take risks." Zhang Ruochen saw the old monk very weak. It looked like this, so he took two holy stones and gave them to him.

The old monk did not refuse, and arched his hands to Zhang Ruochen again. Then, he pinched the two holy stones in his hands, began to absorb the holy spirit in the holy stones, and restored his cultivation.

I have to say that the monk's cultivation is indeed quite scary.

How amazing the holy spirit contained in the holy stone is. With Zhang Ruochen's current practice, even if it takes three years, it may not be able to absorb the holy gas in a holy stone.

However, just a few moments later, the holy air in the two holy stones in the hands of the old monk was absorbed and turned into sand grains, leaked from the fingers and spilled on the ground.

The old monk's body finally recovered, and his old face was a little bit more bloody.

"In the grave, the holy spirit in the body will only continue to leak out and cannot be absorbed at all. The poor monk and the first ghost king in this ghost and **** valley have been fighting for more than a year, and the holy stones on their bodies have long been consumed. It ’s not a small donor who helps the old monk to repel the first ghost king. I ’m afraid that in a few days, the old monk will die with all his oil and lamps. ”The old monk said.

Zhang Ruochen took out two more holy stones and handed them to the old monk.

However, the old monk gently shook his palm and smiled: "The poor monk has recovered a lot, and even if it absorbs the Holy Spirit, it will not have much effect. Today, thanks to the two holy stones of the little donor, return to In the Kunlun realm, the poor monk must pay it back a hundred times. "Zhang Ruochen saw the old monk say so, and he took back the two holy stones and asked," The first ghost king escaped? "

The old monk nodded and sighed, "Previously, he took the initiative to shatter his ghost and escape. At that time, the state of the poor monk was too weak, and he was anxious to save you, so he was not able to leave him. However, he has also been greatly injured, and I am afraid he will not be able to cross the seventh ghost robbery at half past one. "

Zhang Ruochen's expression was stunned, and he was shocked: "The ghost king of the beginning of God is about to pass the seventh ghost robbery?"

Once the seventh ghost robbery has passed, then the God of the First Ghost King will be renamed the God of the First Ghost Emperor and become the same existence as the Great Saint.

The so-called Great Sage is the most transcendent wisdom, knows the way of all things, and cultivates the Holy Path to the extreme existence.

The old monk nodded and said, "It was about a year ago that the poor monk came to the underworld to travel, and just happened to encounter the seventh ghost robbery of the first ghost king in this place, so he shot to stop him."

Zhang Ruochen asked: "Why did the ghost king of the early days go through the ghost robbery here? The space here is very fragile. How can I withstand the power of the ghost robbery?"

"The donor is very intelligent."

The old monk admired: "At this point, the poor monk was also quite confused. After fighting with the first ghost king of God for several months, the poor monk gradually figured it out."

"The donor can come here. He must have heard the legendary story of the Emperor Thousand Bone Killing God. It is said that the corpse of the **** fell in the valley of ghosts and gods."

"What's the relationship between the first ghost king and this story? Isn't it ..." Zhang Ruochen's mind came up with an amazing idea.

The old monk saw through Zhang Ruochen's thoughts and said, "Yes, the first Ghost King of God is probably the ghost of the fallen god, so he came here for the seventh ghost robbery. The probability of success will be greater. "

Zhang Ruochen's face was dignified and he said, "If so, he is really the ghost of God. Let him escape this time, and he will certainly suffer in the future."

The old monk seemed very calm, saying: "All I can say is that his energy is not exhausted and he should not die. The Valley of Ghosts and Gods is his territory, occupying the best of times and places, even if the holy holy person comes, it may not be destroyed Got him. "

"Too much persistence and regret will only affect your own practice, but it will not play any role. It is better to look forward. Are there more opportunities in the future?"

Since the beginning of the Ghost King had fled, no matter how unwilling it was, it was meaningless.

It can also be seen that the state of mind of the old monk is indeed much higher than that of Zhang Ruochen.

The old monk said: "The poor monk never wanted to owe others, but today, he owes a generous human favor to the donor. So let's do this! The poor monk promises to promise you two things in order to pay back the human relationship. "

Zhang Ruochen stared at the old monk. Seeing the old monk looked very calm, it was not a joke.

The monk's practice is that he can suppress the first **** of the ghost ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ It can be seen that even if he is not a great saint, it is estimated that he is quite close to the state of the great saint.

What does it mean that such a powerful person promised to do two things for him?

This means that in the future, few people in the entire Kunlun community dare to offend Zhang Ruochen. Even if those enemies before Zhang Ruochen saw him, they could only detour.

Zhang Ruochen did not show too much excitement, and seemed quite calm. He asked, "As far as I know, there is a legend of reincarnation in Buddhism. The younger generation would like to know if the cultivation of the previous generation can help the souls who are scattered, Reuniting the soul? Even if he can't be rescued, even just reincarnation. "

The practice of the old monk can be described as unpredictable. It is precisely this reason that Zhang Ruochen gave little hope.

The old monk was silent for a moment and said, "Does the donor want to ask the poor monk to help you save someone?"

"Um." Zhang Ruochen said.

The old monk sighed: "Only the Great Holy Spirit can restore the souls of those who have lost their souls. The spiritual power of the poor monk is a little bit behind that step, and it is really powerless."