Chapter 1658: Amazing

Zhang Ruochen didn’t have the time to deal with the five saint kings that were suppressed. He laid Mu Lingxi down on the ground carefully, grabbed her wrist and infused his saint Qi into her body.

A supreme saint was extremely dangerous. Even the after waves severely injured Mu Lingxi and her saint soul.

Saint kings were fragile in front of supreme saints.

Gradually, Mu Lingxi’s pale face regained some color, and her saint Qi became stable again. Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath and sent her to the inner space of the Time and Space Crystal for her to recover.

Xiang Chunan asked, “Is my younger sister-in-law alright?”

“She’s doing okay now,” said Zhang Ruochen.

Even a trace of the forces of a supreme saint could easily kill a low-level saint king.

A trace of supreme saint force also hit Zhang Ruochen, which injured him seriously. Fortunately, his body, mind power and saint soul were all strong enough to ward it off.

Zhang Ruochen took a healing saint pill, and performed his techniques to heal his organs, meridians and saint meridians.

After fifteen minutes, Zhang Ruochen was almost halfway recovered, and he could exert half his pinnacle power.

Xiang Chunan stood at the door of the Taoist temple cautiously and unsettled.

Zhang Ruochen walked behind him with his hands behind his back. He saw the rotten corpses outside the temple. All of them were powerful, constantly yelling and trying to attack the Taoist temple.

There was purple light waving around the Taoist temple, and it contained great divine power. Once the rotten corpses got too close, they’d be annihilated.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen felt a grave danger coming at him as if someone was pointing his sword at his forehead. He saw that the half body of the ancient supreme saint was pointing at him with his finger brighter than a sun.

Boom!

A trace of blood-red light flew out of the tip of his finger.

Boom!

The purple light shone again, forming the formation of Eight Trigrams, exerting power like never before, clashing with the blood-red light pillar.

The Taoist temple shook.

Even with the defense of the Eight-Trigram Formation, Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Chunan were still knocked away, hitting a stone wall, after which dust fell off the roof.

“Terrible. It seems we’re going to be stuck here forever.”

Xiang Chunan’s body was incredibly sturdy as if it was invincible. He immediately climbed up, unharmed.

Zhang Ruochen also stood up with a stinging sensation on his forehead and his eyes going red. He said, “Perhaps we won’t be trapped here. There must be some sort of power in the Taoist temple that can suppress them.”

After performing ‘Emperor Ming Nine-sky Scripture’ for one large circle, the pain in his forehead faded away.

Xiang Chunan said, “But I didn’t find anywhere special in the Taoist temple, and I’ve checked every spot. It’s a very ordinary temple.”

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen recalled something and said, “How did you know that those ancient corpses can’t get into the Taoist temple.”

“I got into here chasing that old man, but that old man vanished the second he got into the Taoist temple. I don’t know whether he burrowed somewhere or not,” answered Xiang Chunan.

“If we could burrow, we wouldn’t have been trapped here. I’ve just checked, and there’re lots of inscriptions on the ground. Even a ninth-step saint king will get lose if he burrows, not to mention us.”

Zhang Ruochen stroked his nose, smiled and said, “That Psychic Sage should still be in the temple.”

“But…” said Xiang Chunan.

“Your Thousand-Mile Vision is indeed impressive, but there’s still something you might miss.”

Zhang Ruochen started to inspect the Taoist temple. Sometimes he bent over to check the ground, sometimes he tapped on the wall. As he came to the inner area of the temple, he found that the five powerful saint kings at the center had been knocked unconscious. Each of them was bleeding from the inside out.

Xiang Chunan took back his iron demonic crown. And then, he raised the iron hammer, going to kill them for good.

Zhang Ruochen stared at a grey wall with his hands behind his back and said, “Wait.”

“Brother Ruochen. All of them are evil. Why should we spare their lives?” Xiang Chunan was confused.

Zhang Ruochen said, “You said that two escaped, right? We can’t kill these five if they’re still alive. Otherwise, we’ll bring a lot of trouble to ourselves.”

Xiang Chunan nodded, and then, he walked toward the five saint kings and kicked them.

Zhang Ruochen threw out a Saint-binding Chain, asking Xiang Chunan to tie them all up. As for him, he was studying the grey wall.

There was an old man in blue painted on the wall.

The old man was holding a Purple Gold Eight-Trigram Mirror. Although it was only a painting, there were still powerful forces coming out, enough to inspire awe.

Xiang Chunan tied the five saint kings up on a string, walked to Zhang Ruochen and asked, “What are you looking at, Brother Ruochen?”

Zhang Ruochen whispered, then he smiled. “I get it now.”

He pointed at the Purple Gold Eight-Trigram Mirror in the hands of the old man.

A whirlpool gushed out of the Eight-Trigram Mirror. It got stronger and stronger, swallowing both Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Chunan.

Whoosh!

In the next moment, Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Chunan came to a dark space, surrounded by black ancient trees. It was dark and humid, and in front of them was a godly platform that was seventy feet tall.

There was an old man sitting on the godly platform.

Nobody knew how long the old man had been dead, but his body hadn’t decomposed at all, which terrified Zhang Ruochen and Xiang Chunan.

Their saint Qi and blood Qi couldn’t even flow smoothly because of the old man’s forces.

Xiang Chunan held his breath and mumbled, “What is this place? I feel like this old man is more powerful than that half body of the supreme saint.”

“Um… We should be inside the wall world now. As for this old man, he might be an ancient great being, but he’s dead already, so there’s no need to fear him.”

Zhang Ruochen then looked at the old man’s right hand, and he was holding a Purple Gold Eight-Trigram Mirror with his blood-red fingers, which looked exactly like the one on the wall, giving out purple light.

Zhang Ruochen walked toward him out of curiosity.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the old man on the godly platform glowed with golden light, shining upon the entire dark space.

A vast godly voice came out of the old man’s body as if it came from ancient times. “I’m Lord Luo Tianzhen, the leader of Amazing Temple. How dare you two brats trespass upon the mini world I made?”

“Didn’t you say he’s dead? How can he talk after death?”

Xiang Chunan’s dark face paled as his legs were shaking.

Nobody knew how tragic a situation would end after messing with an ancient powerful being.

“I heard that the fragmented soul of a God will still remain in the universe after death, and it can perform all sorts of great techniques. Was the leader of Amazing Temple a God?” Zhang Ruochen asked.

Even dead Gods were extremely powerful. A trace of one’s soul could easily annihilate them.

“How dare you not kneel in front of a God?” the old man said angrily.

“Damn it. Let’s kneel before him!”

Xiang Chunan kneeled before him and said, “I’m sorry, senior. I’m Xiang Chunan, and I didn’t mean to offend you. There’re many ancient ferocious corpses outside trying to get us, so we came here to save ourselves.”

Xiang Chunan was afraid that Zhang Ruochen would anger the God with a fragmented soul as he still hadn’t kneeled down. He pulled at his clothes and whispered, “There’s nothing shameful about kneeling before a God.”

Zhang Ruochen kept observing the old man on the godly platform, and then, he found out something, smiling.

Whoosh!

He performed spatial move and showed up behind the godly platform. He saw the Psychic Sage hiding behind the old man, and the Psychic Sage also noticed Zhang Ruochen. He turned around and gave Zhang Ruochen a look. “Amazing, amazing. I got caught!”

The Psychic Sage stepped on the ground and jumped off the godly platform like a trace of purple light, rushing toward the exit of the mini world.

Xiang Chunan immediately knew that he’d been tricked by that old man again. He yelled, furious, “Damn it. It’s you, you damn old guy. Don’t you dare run. I’ll kill you.”

Xiang Chunan raised his iron hammer and wielded it toward the Psychic Sage.

The Psychic Sage was dazed. He raised his arms, and two purple clouds gushed out of his sleeves. Lots of saintly way rules struck toward Xiang Chunan.

Zhang Ruochen could see that there were tens of thousands of saintly way rules in the mid-class saint spell performed by that old Taoist man. He obviously had tremendous cultivation.

“Careful.”

Xiang Chunan was knocked away right after Zhang Ruochen said that. He was dizzy, lying on the ground.

The Psychic Sage looked at his hands, as he was surprised. He whispered to himself, “Amazing, Amazing. Can’t believe I’m so powerful…then why should I be intimidated by you two?”

Psychic Sage suddenly became overbearing, looking arrogant.

Zhang Ruochen said, “Use your supreme saint weapon to suppress it.”

Xiang Chunan had been played by that Psychic Sage several times, so he couldn’t be more furious. He wielded his iron demonic crown, trying to trigger a trace of supreme power with Zhang Ruochen.

The Psychic Sage could feel the supreme power coming out of the demonic crown. He paled and stepped back while mobilizing more saintly way rules, gathering them in his arms.

Whoosh!

There were tens of thousands of rule inscriptions in that mini world.

“Ocean-Sealing Stamp.”

The Psychic Sage pressed toward the space, and then, a phantom of a purple ancient ocean showed up, clashing with the iron demonic crown, making a rumbling sound.