Martial Soul: Be a Saint

Wu Hao looked at the Sacred Source in front of him and made his decision in his heart.    

Rumble …    

The surging river waters surged violently.    

The body of an ancient ship broke through the waves. Under the lapping waters of the river, it was on the verge of collapse.    

This was the Holy Land, an extremely peculiar place, in the middle of space current, there was a strange scene.    

The boat was still the same boat, but the river was not a common river in the human world.    

The river in space current was a black river formed by the thick rules of darkness.    

It surged with boundless power. Once a person fell in, they would be instantly torn apart by the terrifying energy of laws.    

This river in front of them was known as the Holy River. It was said that it was the only way to reach the Sacred Domain. Looking at it from a distance, it looked like a long black corridor stretched across the starry sky.    

Currently, the ancient ship drifting amongst the Holy River was the holy ship of the Saint realm. It was the only means of transportation that could travel among the Holy River.    

The ancient holy ship, no one knew who made it.    

He only knew that there were only three of them and that one of them was still sailing amongst the Holy River and the other two were said to have been damaged and became the collection of some semi-sage realm cultivator.    

Outside, the water of the Holy River was surging, and inside the holy ship, an intense battle was taking place.    

A black clothed man was surrounded by a group of ancient halberd cultivators as he initiated a series of revolving battles.    

Upon closer inspection, the black clothed man's body continued to collapse after being attacked by this group of cultivators. Then, it turned into black smoke that filled the sky, rapidly reforming itself.    

As a result, this group of people felt an even greater headache.    

"Just what kind of monster is this brat? Why is he able to cultivate to an undying body?" "This doesn't make sense …"    

Amongst the crowd, one of them looked at the continuously collapsing and reconstructing Wu Hao's body, and frowned.    

"Captain, this brat can't be beaten to death. If we continue fighting, not only will we not be able to kill him, we might even damage the holy ship!"    

"Captain, let's forget about it. We'll just give him a ride. If the holy ship is damaged, we'll lose our way!"    

Everyone started talking to the old man.    

When the old man heard their words, he immediately pinched his chin and fell into deep thought.    

After which, his gaze shifted to the interior of the ship, where another group of people sat around an eight-immortal table.    

They were none other than the eight great palace masters who had been lured to the space current by Wu Hao's clone.    

At this moment, the eight of them were looking at Wu Hao's clone who was constantly being attacked, gloating.    

"Haha, this kid actually snuck in here. Trying to take the Overlord Ship? He's really courting death!"    

Wood Palace Lord Cang Jiu could not help but laugh wickedly.    

"Heh heh, that's right! This is the space current, there are countless strong cultivators here, how can they be as strong as the Eight Desolations, other than the Eight Sages who can control these people, don't even think about other things, although this boy will not die, but I do not believe that he will continue to live, if not the Holy Lord will not be able to do so, what about it? "    

Fire God's Palace Lord, Zhu Long couldn't help but say with an evil smile.    

"Sigh, but come to think of it, this guy is quite pitiful. Originally, he had an immortal body, and it was a very good thing, but in the end, he was kneaded like that and became powerless to resist. This Palace Master feels really sad for him!"    

The one who spoke was actually the Golden Temple's Jin Chanzi.