As soon as the sky darkened, a hard, thick palm hit the sky and covered the earth, falling down like a mountain with a rumble. At the same time, Yang Ji's body and sword merged into one, and lightning shot out:
"The fairy rainbow penetrates the sun!"
Boom!
There was a flash of lightning, and a master from the ghost mansion had no time to react. With a bang, he was nailed to the base of the altar by Yang Ji with a sword. His hands hung down and he remained motionless.
"ah!--"
The ground behind them shook, smoke and dust shook the sky, and screams could not be heard. The two ghost masters could not react in time, and were directly crushed to the ground by Yang Ji's death hand and turned into meat cakes.
Although another Ghost Mansion master and the black-robed Ghost Mansion leader escaped by a hair's breadth, they were frightened to the point of leaving their bodies.
"I said it, but it's a pity that you don't believe it."
Yang Ji pulled out the long sword from the altar, and the body immediately slid down. Yang Ji wiped it, turned around and looked at the leader of the ghost house.
Cold, straightforward and decisive!
This is the image of Yang Ji displayed in front of everyone. A group of elite subordinates guarding the altar fell down one after another when they faced him, and there was no room for resistance.
"Impossible! How could you not be injured at all!"
The leader of the ghost house in black robes had a livid face, and his eyes almost stared out of his head. He retreated and looked around. This disciple of the Iron Crown Sect has many magic weapons, and his sword skills are astonishing. He even beheaded the Skeleton Ghost King.
head.
But in the last battle, he could see clearly that both this brat and his damn elders were all seriously injured by the Skeleton Ghost King, and they were all as frightened as a bereaved dog.
With their strength when escaping, they can never threaten themselves. This is where their confidence lies.
But this little beast killed so many of his people with three swords and two swords, and there was no sign of injury. The key point is, - how is this possible!
It only took two cups of tea before and after. How could he act like a normal person after suffering such an injury and return to his peak condition?
How could a military general have such incredible abilities?
If she had known that he was in this state, she would never have met him.
"Why, are you still looking for any evil spirits nearby, Yaksha? Don't worry, there won't be any."
Yang Ji looked at the black-robed Ghost Mansion warrior's eyes wandering, looked around, and laughed coldly. With one sentence, the black-robed Ghost Mansion leader's pupils shrank, and a look of resentment flowed from his eyes.
"This altar is located in the north of Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge. Even if the blood energy will not be suppressed by the turbid air, there will not be any evil spirits, Yaksha, or Rakshasa. So you should save your corpse explosion skills."
Yang Ji sneered. After such a long time, he had almost understood the methods of this ghost leader.
"However, I am actually still very curious. Are these corpses underground enough for you to use the Corpse Armor Technique?"
"Yang Ji, don't get too proud too early. If you go against our ghost mansion, you won't end up well."
The leader of the black-robed ghost mansion said with vicious eyes. He knew that Yang Ji had already planned everything before he came. If he was in peak condition, he might not be in vain.
But not everyone is like this disciple of the Iron Crown Sect, who has this incredible method and can recover unscathed in a short period of time.
"Humph, is this a threat?"
Yang Ji slowly approached, not paying attention to the words of the leader of the black-robed ghost mansion. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
Chapter completed!