The wind was strong, and there were shrill howls and the smell of blood everywhere. Yi Xiantian and others did not know whether they were alive or dead, and a large number of people were dying every moment. Yang Ji had to make a decision as soon as possible.
It seemed like only a moment, and it seemed like countless long centuries had passed, Yang Ji finally made up his mind.
"Senior Brother Luo, Senior Brother Chen, Senior Brother Song..., I need your help."
Yang Ji looked in all directions and suddenly said.
"Yang Ji, do you have any ideas?"
The first person to rush over was Chen Zhu. He was not close to Yang Ji, but when he heard Yang Ji's call, he hurried over.
"I have an idea. However, it still needs the cooperation of many people."
Yang Ji said as he looked at Beishan Senior Brother "Luo Yong" not far to the right:
"Senior Brother Luo, no matter what you think of me. But now, we are all grasshoppers on the same rope. The Tianyin Sect is powerful, and if we don't unite, we will die. I hope you can help me."
Yang Ji said seriously.
Yang Ji's voice was not loud, but the sound waves were filled with blood. Even though it was noisy outside, the words were clear.
"Hmph! Yang Ji, if we weren't all in the same boat now, I would definitely kill you."
Although Luo Yong said coldly, he walked over.
At this moment, Luo Yong didn't pay much attention. If someone has an idea, it's better than everyone being helpless.
"Let's talk about it then."
Yang Ji smiled. The Beishan Sect had always been afraid that he would get too close to the North Sea Giant, and misunderstood him for attacking the North Sea Giant. Their feelings towards Yang Ji never got better.
But Yang Ji was too lazy to explain.
Looking around, Yang Ji quickly landed on the Iron Sword Sect members. Except for Li Chen, who was fighting not far from him, the other Iron Sword Sect disciples, including Song Li, ignored them.
He didn't even pay attention to himself, let alone answer his own call.
"Senior Brother Song..."
Yang Ji took the initiative and walked over. This plan was dangerous and too bold, and it required the help of a "Little Zhou Tian" level figure like Song Li.
"Senior Brother Song, this moment is another moment. I hope you can help me with all your strength."
Yang Ji said with hope.
"Humph, Yang Ji, you can't really be so naive. Do you think I will help you?"
Song Li sneered and looked at Yang Ji with an idiotic look on his face.
"Senior Brother Song, you are not just helping me. You are also helping yourselves. If Senior Brother Song has anything to pay attention to, then I can help you. - Now a disaster is approaching. If you don't cooperate sincerely now, there will be no chance in the future.
.Senior Brother Song is a smart man. If the Iron Sword Sect still wants to leave here, he shouldn’t not understand such a simple truth, right?"
Yang Ji said seriously.
One sentence made Song Li's face turn blue and red, and he was uncertain. Given his status and status, he had been controlled by Yang Ji several times, and he was very embarrassed about his face.
But the Tianyin Sect's oppression is right in front of us, and there is no room for bargaining now.
"Hmph! If you have time to polish your skin here, you'd better tell me your plan as soon as possible. The ugly thing is ahead. If your so-called plan is not feasible at all, don't expect me to give you any help."
Song Li said coldly.
Yang Ji laughed when he heard this. Song Li's remark was nothing more than a disguised promise: "Thank you very much, Senior Brother Song."
A group of people who seemed to be incompatible with each other but seemed to be incompatible with each other were blended together for a while.
"Yang Ji, let's talk about your plan."
Li Chen stabbed down a believer in black with a sword. He looked back at Yang Jidao.
Yang Ji didn't hide anything, and immediately spoke out the idea that gradually became clearer in his mind. As soon as he finished speaking, there was silence all around.
Everyone looked at Yang Ji as if they were looking at a madman.
"You want us to put you into the mouth of that evil spirit?"
Luo Yong looked at Yang Ji with a look of disbelief on his face. This was simply crazy. Although he also hoped that Yang Ji would die soon, he did not expect that he would actively seek his own death:
"This is crazy!"
Luo Yong suddenly felt that he and Yang Ji were a little too correct. This guy's logic was simply beyond comprehension.
Song Li and Li Chen looked at each other with shock on their faces.
Although Li Chen knew that Yang Ji was bold, he never expected that he would be so bold.
"Although I don't know if it's possible, this is the only chance! Instead of staying here and waiting for death, it's better to go in and have a try. At least there is a glimmer of hope."
Yang Ji's calm expression was in sharp contrast to the shock of everyone around him.
"This is crazy!"
Although the disciples of the sect around him did not speak, their eyes expressed this meaning.
"Yang Ji, do you have to think carefully? This plan is a narrow escape!"
Li Chen said solemnly.
"Different paths do not lead to the same conspiracy." Although both of them came from Pingchuan County, they embarked on different paths. But at this time, even Li Chen felt a sense of respect in his heart.
"Unless you have a better way."
Yang Ji was silent for a moment and then said.
"alright!"
Song Li interrupted Li Chen, fearing that if he continued speaking, Yang Jizhen would change his attention:
"Yang Ji, although I dislike you very much, at least you have my support on this matter. No matter what you want to do, just do it. I will fully support you."
"Um."
Yang Ji nodded.
"Everything is ready, all we need is the east wind." Yang Ji looked up at the huge "evil spirit" in the sky, and his heart was filled with confusion. Although he had obtained the approval of Luo Yong, Chen Zhu and others to help, it was not that easy to fly into the mouth of the evil spirit.
Easy things.
Apart from anything else, just wanting to fly hundreds of feet into the sky is not an easy task.
If a "martial artist" wants to jump up to a few feet, it is easy to cover a space of more than ten feet. But to fly up to a height of a hundred feet is not that easy. At least, no one present can do it, including Yi Xiantian.
Moreover, even if you jump hundreds of feet into the sky, you may not necessarily succeed. The evil spirit's mouth is not just open, and the warrior's time in the air is also very limited. Only the evil spirit does not open its mouth "in time",
Yang Ji who failed the mission was bound to die.
In the end..., although he felt the light aura from the "evil spirit"'s body that was connected with the "literary pen and ink", Yang Ji was not sure whether he could succeed.
"Life or death depends on this one move, I just hope it's really worth it!"
In the blink of an eye, countless thoughts flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and then he took a deep breath and threw them away.
"Yang Ji, are you ready?"
A loud voice came from his ears, and the North Sea giant Anu stood beside Yang Ji like an iron tower.
"Yeah. I'll leave it to you later."
Yang Jidao.
"Hehe. Don't worry."
The North Sea Giant touched the back of his head with five thick fingers and smiled naively at Yang Ji. Apart from Luo Yong and the people from the Beishan Sect, Yang Ji was the person he felt closest to.
The wind roared high in the sky, and the huge figure of the evil spirit disappeared and appeared in the thick fog. Only by seeing its burning red light could Yang Ji determine the time to take action.
"It's now!"
When he saw a new tendon trembling on the evil spirit's face, Yang Ji's eyes suddenly brightened and he immediately shouted.
"boom!"
It was too late, but it was soon. A broad and powerful palm with five fingers stretched out was almost bigger than Yang Ji's head, grabbed Yang Ji's legs and lifted him up.
"drink!"
The sky shook and the earth shook. The North Sea Giant Ah Tu grabbed Yang Ji's body and spun it around twice. Then with a sudden roar, he threw him high into the sky.
To be continued...