Chapter 1387: Royal Princes Who Sleep Underground
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Zhang Ruochen, Le, Ghost King Bloodmoon, Monster Ape and Guoguo were all incredibly powerful. Everywhere they went, the palaces and spiritual mountains were turned into ruins, leaving a trail of corpses.
They stepped into an area where there were dozens of spiritual mountains, getting closer and closer to the shrines of all the previous emperors.
Boom!
A cloud was formed above all the spiritual mountains.
Inscriptions emerged on the palace-guarding formation. They gathered and formed a trace of white light, das.h.i.+ng toward them.
Buddha sarira was a supreme saint ancient weapon, but Zhang Ruochen wasn’t strong enough to fully utilize its real power.
It consumed too much saint Qi, so Zhang Ruochen only used it to intimidate his enemies instead of fighting them.
Le and White Li Princess wielded two traces of saint Qi pillars and infused them into the Buddha sarira. They combined their strength to mobilize more of the original power of the sarira, defending against the shock waves from the palace-guarding formation.
“Do you really think no one in Lingxiao Heavenly King Mansion can fight you?”
An elder with silver hair flew out of the saint Qi ripples among the spiritual mountains.
He was wearing a rugged saint robe which was covered with mud. It seemed that he had just climbed out from underground. He was emanating horrific saint might, and he mobilized the saint Qi in his body, making a deafening sound.
“Prince Seven.”
“Prince Seven is still alive! Fantastic! Help us fight Zhang Ruochen and the dregs from the Sacred, Prince Seven!”
The royal members of Lingxiao Heavenly King Mansion all groveled toward that elder.
“Those dregs from the Sacred dared enter Lingxiao Heavenly King Mansion? Who gave them the courage?”
Two lanky elders also walked out of a crack from another spiritual mountain.
“Prince nineteen is also alive.”
“Prince Forty-six.”
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The royal members would be crowned as princes when they became saints.
Chi family was a huge family, much more prominent than the ancient families.
The three elders who walked out from underground were all senior members of the royalties. The royal descendants all thought that they were dead, yet they didn’t expect them to be revived from the spiritual mountains outside the shrines of the spiritual mountains.
Seven hundred and twenty years was the life expectancy for saints. Even supreme saints would find it difficult to live longer than that.
Granny Bai Su managed to live for more than eight hundred years all because of the life-prolonging saint pills, otherwise, she would’ve been long gone.
There were two reasons why those three royal elders chose to stay in a slumber underground.
One, they would greatly slow down their aging process after the slumber.
Which meant they chose to fall into a sound sleep when they reached seven hundred years old and found it impossible to become saint kings. They originally only had twenty more years to live, but now, they might be able to live for two more centuries.
Which made them incredibly useful when a crucial moment came.
Even some saint kings would choose to fall into a deep slumber when they reckoned they were dying. By doing so, they could keep guarding their families. Saint kings were a source of protection of their families.
Two, the shrines of the emperors were an incredible place where they could absorb the saint Qi and fate Qi left by Sacred Central Empire, which could improve their cultivation and prolong their life expectancy.
Prince Seven, Prince Nineteen and Prince Forty-six were all over eight hundred years old, but instead of withering away, they were energetic and vigorous.
Obviously, they had benefited a lot by their slumber underground.
“They were absorbing the saint Qi from my ancestors? I’ll slay you all here today and bury you here forever.”
Zhang Ruochen waved his arm, cracked the s.p.a.ce in front of him and attacked the three elders at the same time.
The three princes sensed the s.p.a.ce ripples, so they dodged his attack as fast as possible.
And then, they waged attacks and performed three different saint spells, crus.h.i.+ng against Zhang Ruochen.
Le and Princess White Li infused their saint Qi into the Buddha Emperor sarira again, teaming up with Zhang Ruochen to trigger the original power of the sarira
Whoos.h.!.+
A golden dragon and thousands of golden Buddha characters flew out, breaking the three saint spells, forcing the three princes to step back.
“Buddha Emperor sarira! It’s the Buddha Emperor sarira!”
Prince Nineteen’s eyes gleamed, as he wanted the sarira Zhang Ruochen had more than everything.
If he could get the Buddha Emperor sarira, he would easily become a saint king and have a much longer life instead of sleeping here.
“Qingtian Print, Mieyu Technique.”
An ancient blue print emerged on the forehead of Prince Nineteen, and saintly way rules gushed out of his right palm, spreading to three miles away.
Those saintly way rules formed a print technique, trying to oppress Zhang Ruochen.
Prince Nineteen was a supreme saint, so the saint spell he performed had incredibly destructive power.
“Give me Yinkong Tower,” Ghost King Bloodmoon said.
Princess White Li took out Yinkong Tower and handed it to Ghost King Bloodmoon.
Two traces of cold ghost Qi gushed out of Ghost King Bloodmoon’s hands, infusing Yinkong Tower, and all the inscriptions emerged on the tower, which turned into a metal ghost tower that was thousands of feet tall, crus.h.i.+ng toward Prince Nineteen.
Yinkong Tower clashed with Qingtian Print that was three miles long, and the tower crumbled all the saintly way rules.
“Half the power.”
Prince Nineteen recognized Yinkong Tower. He knew how strong the tower was, especially after it was half utilized.
“Prince Nineteen was forced to retreat? Where does that ghost king come from?”
“What a powerful ghost king. She must’ve pa.s.sed the third ghost trial… The ghost Qi from Yinkong Tower is getting stronger and spreading here… Is she going to utilize all the power from Yinkong Tower?”
Dozens of royal members from Lingxiao Heavenly King Mansion fell on the ground and turned into pus and blood. Their saint souls were extracted, turning into ghost Qi.
Both Ghost King Bloodmoon and Yinkong Tower were surrounded by black ghost Qi, turning into a ghost cloud. There was a blood moon dimming inside.
Prince Nineteen looked shocked and said, “She’s going to trigger the complete power of Yinkong Tower. Team up and ward it off, everyone.”Read more chapter on vipnovel.com
True saints and supreme saints all knew the real power of a ten-thousand patterns saint weapon, which was strong enough to destroy everything. They wouldn’t be able to ward it off without another ten-thousand patterns saint weapon.
The three princes mobilized holy Qi and performed three forceful saint spells.
Meanwhile, Yinkong Tower flew out of the ghost cloud, suppressing toward Prince Nineteen.
Whoos.h.!.+
Half of Prince Nineteen’s body was crushed, and his right hand and right leg were turned into pus. Even supreme saints weren’t able to ward off the complete power of Yinkong Tower.
Ghost King Bloodmoon then slapped Prince Nineteen, breaking his body into three pieces and extracting his saint soul, refining it into a ghost pill.
“Prince Nineteen… Prince… Was killed…”
“How did the Sacred dregs become so powerful?”
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The royal members of Lingxiao Heavenly King Mansion were all horrified after they saw a supreme saint get killed.
Ghost King Bloodmoon also paid a huge price killing Prince Nineteen. The saint spells performed by Prince Seven and Prince Forty-six hit her ghost body, dispersing it twice.
Ghost King Bloodmoon immediately took a ghost pill to recover while making up the consumption of her body, preparing to trigger the complete power of Yinkong Tower again.
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen sensed a power that trembled his saint soul, and the force itself was about to crush his saint soul.
“Careful! A king of saints is waking up!” Zhang Ruochen shouted.
Ghost King Bloodmoon immediately stopped and stepped back as she also sensed the dangers coming.
A huge whirlpool emerged in a spiritual lake, making whoos.h.i.+ng sounds.
Boom!
A gleaming light ball flew out of the whirlpool, ascending into the sky and hanging hundreds of feet above the ground like a blue moon.
Inside the light ball stood an old woman in silver with silver hair, and each hair was emanating terrific power ripples.
Her eyes gleamed with blue saint light, and her saint might shook the heaven and earth.
“Blue Moon Ancestor. It’s Blue Moon Ancestor! Those Sacred dregs are so gonna die. The dignity of the royalties can’t be offended like that.”
“Blue Moon Ancestor and Emperor Qing were born in the same era. She is a cousin of Emperor Qing. Can’t believe an elder like her is still alive.”
“She’s been sleeping underground and absorbing loads of saint power from all the previous emperors of Sacred Central Empire. She’s the real deal.”
A silver hair of the Blue Moon Ancestor started to wave, and saintly way rules flowed around the hair. It turned into a silver blade that was dozens of miles long, crus.h.i.+ng against Ghost King Bloodmoon.
She said, “You’ll pay for killing a royal prince.”
Although it was only a silver hair, it had terrifically destructive power, which crushed all the defense techniques performed by Zhang Ruochen, Le, and Princess White Li, even the original power of Buddha Emperor sarira.
Just as Zhang Ruochen tried to mobilize the power of Universe World, a righteous Qi blew away the silver hair of Blue Moon Ancestor.
All the destructive power was dispersed instantly.
Blue Moon Ancestor said, “There’s a saint king of the Way of Confucius among the Sacred dregs. Why don’t you show yourself?”
Among the righteous Qi stood someone in white wearing an astral sky mask. Even though he was completely covered, he still looked regal and elegant like a great Confucius scholar.