A soft sound came from his ears. Yang Ji didn't even think about it. With a buzz, the long sword on his back was unsheathed, drew an arc in the air, and stabbed into the body of a Tianyin cultist who had sneaked over like lightning.
"Hehehe, Yi Xiantian, you can't escape!"
Yang Ji was about to pull out his sword when suddenly he heard a gloomy sound. Yang Ji felt a chill in his heart and immediately listened carefully.
"The entire valley is now shrouded in the Great Zhoutian Darkness Array. Whether it's your people or ours, every death of one of your people will strengthen the power of the array and make the evil spirits stronger!"
"Great Zhoutian Dark Manta Array?"
Yang Ji's heart froze, and he immediately thought of the formation covering the earth like a pot lid. He only heard bursts of angry laughter:
"It's ridiculous! A bunch of arrogant people! Do you really think that you can create a god like this? That's just a delusion! No matter how big your conspiracy is today, it will only bring about a devastating blow from the court in the end!"
This was the angry shout of General Wen Luan. A halberd-shaped weapon in his hand weighed a thousand kilograms. It whirled in his hand, vaguely showing the shape of a mountain. It was extremely heavy.
The senior leaders of the Tianyin Sect who were fighting against him were repeatedly forced back by his powerful attacks.
"Haha..., are you arrogant? If you knew the origin of this skeleton, you wouldn't think so. The Han Dynasty only existed for a few thousand years, but it has existed for countless centuries. When we collect enough bones and blood, we will succeed.
When a new evil god is born, you will know that the so-called imperial court is completely vulnerable to us!"
The gloomy voice said. His body was suspended in the air, erratic, with countless crows flying around, constantly changing directions, trying to find Yi Xiantian's flaws and rush in.
"That's it!"
Seeing the crows, Yang Ji's eyes froze, and he immediately recognized them. This man was the man who commanded countless crows to attack everyone not long ago.
This is the first time Yang Ji has seen his truth. He is wearing a black robe, and his body is covered with huge bird-like feathers. Wisps of black energy are constantly floating out of him, and the attraction of the earth seems to be
It has no effect on him.
"Ridiculous!"
Facing the "declaration" of the deputy leader of the Tianyin Sect, all Yi Xiantian could say was a cold sentence. Thick flames kept pouring out of his fists, feet and limbs.
Chapter completed!