The pink skull was still calm and said, "Don't be afraid, everyone will take action together. Even if Zhang Ruochen has three heads and six arms, he will die."

In the ghost city, there are not only the Great Perfect Great Saints of the Hundred Shackle Realm such as Pink Skeletons and Four-Winged Ghost Emperor, but also many Great Saints of the Ghost Clan who stayed behind their own stars.

The number adds up to nearly a hundred.

Nearly a hundred great saints of the ghost clan released their holy power at the same time and used attack methods. Some activate ghost weapons or king sacred weapons; some activate advanced holy art.

"Wow! Wow! Wow—"

A series of light beams like meteor showers rushed out of the formation light curtain and hit Zhang Ruochen above.

Such power and power shook the sky and the earth, which shocked the monks of the upper three tribes near the clan star retreated one after another.

No matter how arrogant Zhang Ruochen was, he could not be so arrogant that he could withstand the attacks of nearly a hundred great saints. In fact, he was prepared for it. In the ghost city, the moment when nearly a hundred forces were fired, he put away the appearance of the King of Ming Dynasty, used a large space shift, and dodged from afar.

"Escape very quickly. It's really a troublesome to kill the space monk."

The pink skull complained, releasing his mental power to find Zhang Ruochen's traces.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen held the purple gold gourd and appeared from a space three hundred miles away from the ghost city, igniting the space inscription at the mouth of the gourd, and shouted: "Check!"

"not good."

The pink skull realized that he was plotting by Zhang Ruochen and quickly shouted: "Retract his warriors quickly."

What a pity it's too late!

The Great Sage of the Ghost Clan fought dozens of war weapons, all of which were enveloped by the space array. As the space collapsed, Zhang Ruochen was all taken into the gourd.

From the beginning, Zhang Ruochen knew very well that with his own strength, he would definitely not be the opponent of nearly a hundred great saints of the ghost clan. If he attacked for a strong attack, even if he fought for ten days and ten nights, he would not be able to break the defense of the ghost city.

On the contrary, as the powerful ghost clan continue to return, he will have to be defeated.

It can be said that this is a sure defeat.

If you want to break through the defense of the ghost city, you can only use some means to have a chance.

Previously, Zhang Ruochen deliberately hung his anger on his face, making the pink skull feel that he was extremely angry and was doing reckless and stupid things.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen deliberately showed the unmoved King of Ming, and used the toughest means to attack the ghost city, creating the illusion that he wanted to confront the pink skull.

All the purpose is to lure the enemy.

Otherwise, how could Zhang Ruochen have the chance to collect dozens of war weapons at once?

"Damn it, Zhang Ruochen is too treacherous."

The pink skull was so angry that he stomped his feet and wanted to rush out of the ghost city and tear Zhang Ruochen to pieces.

The Great Sage who did not fight the combat weapon just now, but used the holy arts, was secretly grateful. The Great Sage of the Ghost Clan who had taken away the ghost weapon was filled with coldness, and could only continue to communicate with the spirit of the combat weapon, hoping to take it back.

Zhang Ruochen hugged the purple gold gourd tightly with both hands and tried his best to activate the supreme inscription inside.

"Bang bang."

There were deafening collisions in the gourd, and the gourd kept vibrating and was about to fly out of his hand.

"Since you want it, take it and give it back to you."

In an instant, the purple gold gourd became even larger than the ghost town below. Beams of light flew out from the mouth of the gourd and hit the ghost town.

Among them, it includes the Seven-Star Ghost Lotus at the Supreme Holy Artifact level.

The great saints of the Ghost Clan all changed color.

"Rumbling."

Under the attack of dozens of warcraft tools, a hole was made in the formation light curtain above the ghost city. As the warcraft fell into the city, the formation inscription in the city was destroyed, and the power of the formation was rapidly weakened.

In the end, the formation completely shattered and the entire ghost city turned into ruins.

Except for the Great Saint-level monks, the surviving souls of the Ghost Clan were all scattered.

In fact, several great saints were injured by their own warriors and were covered in dust.

"Space collapsed."

Taking advantage of the chaos of the great saints of the Ghost Clan, Zhang Ruochen spread his hands and mobilized the power of the space to tear open the dense space cracks. The space where the ghost city is located became fragmented and turned into a chaotic zone where reality and nothingness coexist.

"Retreat quickly, the further you retreat, the better. Without the defense of the ghost city, Zhang Ruochen becomes more difficult to deal with."

"Oh no, I fell into the void space."

...

The realm of the Great Sage is already extremely high, and the erosion of the Great Sage by the void space is quite limited. Even if the Great Sage unfortunately falls in, he can quickly escape back to the ghost clan star.

Only the Great Sage who was directly hit by the power of space was injured.

Some were penetrated by ghost bodies, some were cut off their heads, and some were split..., not fatal to the Great Sage.

Of course, Zhang Ruochen's purpose is not to kill them, but to beat them apart. Only in this way can there be a chance to defeat them.

The king fell into the void space and just escaped from it, but saw Zhang Ruochen standing in front of him.

"Go back to me."

Zhang Ruochen reached out and pressed him, hitting Jun's head, pressing him back to the void space.

The ron crawled out of another crack in the space, but was pressed back by Zhang Ruochen again.

"Zhang Ruochen...you must die..."

The ghost body of the dying body was eroded by the power of nothingness and could only struggle desperately. Seeing Zhang Ruochen standing at the crack in the space, his eyes were filled with resentment and hatred. His body was getting farther and farther away from the crack in the space, falling towards the endless dark abyss.

"I admit defeat and withdraw from the Battle of Sky Hunting."

As this sound rang out, the so-called star field of the Heavenly Hunting Battlefield was teleported by the power of the God Eye of the World.

Giving up the battle of hunting the sky is a very shameful thing. It will be despised by monks of the whole clan and it will be difficult for them to look up again in their lifetime. It is precisely for one reason that most great saints would rather die in the battle of hunting the sky than withdraw.

"Zhang Ruochen, I want to die with you."

The roar of the sniff spread throughout the stars of the ghost clan.

The body of the bleak Chaos Ghost Emperor has shattered many times. It has been suppressed by the Saint-Eater Flowers and has been constantly weakened. I know that it is difficult to turn the tables today.

He is the strongest man in the Ghost Clan. The Ghost Clan's own clan's end is all his fault. Even if he admits defeat like Jun and withdraws from the battlefield of hunting the sky, he will definitely be severely punished by the Ghost Lord, and life is worse than death.

Since this is the case, it would be better to burn together with Zhang Ruochen and look even more vigorous.

Zhang Ruochen has been releasing his mental power, looking for the pink skull and the Great Sage of the Barbarian Sword, and he has cleaned up the corps. It was not until this moment that all the great saints of the ghost clan escaped from their own clan stars, and the radius is extremely quiet.

"Walk!"

Realizing something was wrong, Zhang Ruochen immediately took back the Holy Flower and prepared to leave this area first.

"I can't leave anymore! I'll be baptized by the instant light, and I'll be scattered with me."

After the body of the chaotic Ghost Emperor was scattered, the ghost energy covered the entire clan star.

At this moment, all the ghost energy was burning and turned into millions of green ghost fires.

Zhang Ruochen saw records about "Shi Na Light" in the book, which is a high-level holy art of the ghost clan that dies together. It is extremely difficult to practice successfully. However, once he succeeds in practicing, he can still be invincible even if he faces an enemy who is ten times stronger than him.

Because even an enemy who is ten times stronger than him dares not kill him.

The instant light can burn all the power in the body, including the holy source, in an instant, and then release devastating power, which can kill enemies ten times stronger than you.

It can be said that the art of dying together is the most important means for the Great Sage to save his life.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Ghost fires like millions of stars gather together in an instant and condense into a little.

"Boom."

That point exploded and turned into a dazzling light.

The entire starry sky was lit up, and layers of star fog were shaken and dispersed.

Prajna, standing tens of thousands of miles away, was also slightly squinted by the dazzling light.

The powerful and boundless energy fluctuations destroyed everything on the surface of the ghost clan’s star, the nine continents completely disappeared, and all oceans were vaporized.

Some of the great saints of the ghost clan who escaped from the ghost clan's own star were happy, some sighed, and some were silent.

"I didn't expect that Wei Xu would finally embark on this path. He should have become a powerful ghost in the future, but he ended all this by himself."

"There is nothing to do. If Wu Qing did not use the momentary light, who could balance Zhang Ruochen? The casualties of the ghost clan would be even more severe."

“It’s really unacceptable.”

"The most uncomfortable thing is probably the Ghost Lord! He has put a lot of effort into the body of the slaughter and has high hopes to cultivate him into the new god of the Earth Demon Ghost City."

Under normal circumstances, the ghost tribe cannot reproduce.

The so-called "Nine Sons of the Ghost Lord" are actually the nine adopted sons accepted by the Ghost Lord, similar to the nine disciples.

What is different from the disciples is that the nine sons have entered the ghost body of the ghost master for a period of time, and the ghost master's divine power and the ghost master's Tao are fused together.

It is worth mentioning that if a ghost body cultivated by a ghost clan monk has the ability to reproduce, it will soon undergo greater degeneration, and then leave the category of the undead and become a member of the Nether Clan or the Dead Clan.

The same is true for the corpse clan and the ghost clan.
To be continued...