The examiner from the Imperial City punched out the "Jing Qi Lang Yan" punch, and when it hit the evil god in the sky, it was like hitting an invisible barrier.
The "Evil God" had black smoke billowing from his body, and without even turning his head, he shattered the punch of the examiner of the Imperial Capital City with one punch, and the remaining power was not exhausted, and even the punch was knocked back.
"not good!"
The light hit his face, and the examiner in Imperial City was also horrified. Fortunately, he had been prepared, and he dodged the blow with a flash of his body.
The majestic evil god passed by and hit the high arena. The metal arena made of the so-called indestructible talisman steel roared and collapsed like paper.
This is extremely valuable, and something made of Fu Lu Steel is completely ruined!
However, the evil god did not pursue him, and did not even take this opportunity to kill the lower-level candidates. In just such a moment of delay, the huge coercion anchored on him from above the Martial Palace increased several times.
Now, the pressure on the shoulders of the "Evil God" is several times greater than before. Although there is nothing in the sky above the Martial Palace, the power that follows the body and presses the top of the mountain is real.
"This damn boy!"
The Evil God was secretly resentful. In the past, he would have turned around and started killing people here to vent his anger. But that boy from Yang Ji had obviously planned everything.
When its breath is exposed, the mark of the Hundred Saints deep in the time and space where the Martial Palace is located is also awakened. Although in terms of the power of the gods, hundreds of Martial Saints are nothing at all, and killing them is just killing them.
But it is still just a clone, not as powerful as the main body. Moreover, every time the attack of the Hundred Saints in the Martial Palace is resisted or destroyed, the power will be increased several times.
Now, he has appeared in the air and the number of Hundred Saints has more than doubled than before. If this continues, if he does not leave here, his carrier will be completely destroyed here.
The "evil god carrier" is extremely dangerous. There are tens of thousands of believers, but only less than one-thousandth of them are qualified to perform the "divine ritual".
Among those who performed the "divine ritual", batch after batch failed. Most of them exploded and died. Almost no one could withstand the pure power of the gods.
Zhang Pu is his only remaining one!
The main world's rejection of gods is so strong that it finally succeeded in seducing the gods and obtained this carrier of divine power. No matter what, it cannot be destroyed here because of these insignificant figures like ants.
"If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood. You brat, you won't be so lucky next time!"
The energy above the Martial Palace in front of him was rolling. Light and shadow were converging. In the rolling light and shadow, a bloody spear with a length of more than twenty feet was taking shape. The "Evil God" was shuddered in his heart, feeling a strong danger.
He paused, let out a sharp roar, and exploded with blood all over his body. With a loud bang, he forcibly broke through the roof of the martial arts examination hall. It created a big hole in the sky and flew towards the roof of the hall.
"Roar!--"
There was a shocking roar in the void, like the wrath of a god. Deep in space and time, the attack of the Hundred Saints did not disappear as the "evil god" flew out.
On the contrary, the "Evil God" billowing from the sky with black smoke flew out of the sky, and behind him, the earth shook. With the Martial Palace as the center, all the light within a radius of several thousand feet converged.
Just behind the evil god, the endless light converged into a huge "warrior" that was hundreds of feet tall. The giant-like warrior had an angry look on his face, holding up a huge spear that was more than twenty feet tall in one hand, and made a roar.
It shot towards the "evil god" in mid-air like thunder and lightning.
"Boom!"
Like thousands of fireworks exploding in the void, the entire Taiyuan Continent buzzed and trembled at the explosion. Black clouds rolled over the evil god's body, and with a fierce chirp, he accelerated towards the sky.
——It was also injured by this blow!
…
"Buzz!"
There was chaos in the martial arts hall. When everyone was busy escaping from the martial arts hall, a light flashed, not far from Fu Lugang's martial arts competition ring. Yang Ji's figure appeared, and he spurted out a big mouthful of blood. His whole face was as white as paper, and
In his hand, he still held the lead-gray mustard bottle.
Before the game even started, Yang Ji had already made a complete plan. The counterattack of the "evil god" in Zhang Pu's body was what he had expected.
It's just that the prediction was wrong. Yang Ji estimated his dodge speed and how to dodge based on his previous fight with Zhang Pu.
But Yang Ji still underestimated the difference between when a "god" takes off all disguises and shows his strength nakedly, compared with when he takes action to cover up!
It is impossible for the physical body to resist divine power. Even if you wear the Qing Emperor's robe and have a golden body of flesh and blood, the power of the Wuzong is useless. There is only one way to survive the torrent of divine power, and that is to use other methods to resist the divine power.
Thanks to the warning from the great Asura in advance, Yang Ji himself was always on guard, and at the same time he had the mental acumen to calculate the "evil god" using the mustard bottle.
However, when he actually took action, Yang Ji was still a little slow. At the last moment, the Najie Ping was brushed by the edge of the "evil god"'s power.
Although the Najie bottle took the attack from the "evil god" on his behalf, Yang Ji was still seriously injured while hiding in the Najie bottle.
"I have to go to Gou Mang Hall again tonight."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
He currently has no healing elixir on his body, so he can only find a way to go to Gou Mang Palace to absorb the wood essence and use the restorative power of the wood essence to treat his injuries.
"Next time you want to seek death, can you remind me first and ask for my opinion?"
An angry voice came from his mind. Thinking of the thrilling situation just now, even the Great Asura broke into a cold sweat. Evil God! That is the Evil God!
It is absolutely capable of destroying both of them, and not even the scum will be left!
"But I made the right bet, didn't I?"
Yang Ji chuckled, and after the disaster, he relaxed. At this time, only he could laugh.
"Hmph! You're smart, the Najie Bottle is a space magic weapon. Although the Evil God's magic power is strong, it is just a clone that is not too strong. It is not that easy to destroy a space. If it weren't for this thing, you would have died long ago.
A thousand times. - I hope you have the same luck next time!"
The voice of the Great Asura was full of guilt. But after all, even the Great Asura had to admit that Yang Ji's method of winning in danger is indeed very feasible, and it is not like a hot-blooded rush.
, an impulsive decision made at once!
To be able to think of using the spatial properties of the Naji bottle to withstand divine power and escape from disaster, only a speculative and extremely flexible person like Yang Ji could think of it.
Yang Ji's own strength was not worth mentioning, and he was not taken seriously by the Great Asura at all. Instead, he made full use of the treasures at hand, and displayed his abilities to the fullest, which made the Great Asura admire him with admiration.
However, he will never say this!
"If I'm here to bury you, what else do you have to bury?"
Yang Ji laughed and leaned against the collapsed ring, noncommittal. This time, although he escaped, his mental strength and blood were also consumed a lot.
After thinking about it, Yang Ji quickly reached into his arms, took out the "White Frost Heaven Pill" that Bai Zongdao gave to him before leaving, swallowed it in his stomach, and then rested next to it.
Yang Ji didn't notice that all the eyes in the chaotic hall were staring at him. It wasn't until Yang Ji put the lead-gray Na mustard bottle back into his sleeve that he slowly withdrew his gaze.
"Boom!"
Just when Yang Ji was resting on the ring, the ground suddenly shook with rumbles, and a powerful wave came from far away from the center of Taiyuan City.
This power is extremely huge, and it contains a power that changes the color of the world. In the face of this power, even the original examiner from the Imperial City, or the original Great Asura, was trapped in the Iron Crown Sect.
The "gatekeepers" on the top of the mountain have all become insignificant and eclipsed.
"What's this--"
Yang Ji's face changed drastically, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in a flash. Before Yang Ji could think about it, soon, the entire Taiyuanzhou Mansion heard a majestic and unpredictable loud voice:
"Evil spirits from outside the world dare to go wild among the Han people!"
The thunderous voice, like that of a god, resounded through every corner of Taiyuanzhou Mansion. Boom! Before Yang Ji could react, he heard a loud sound of the earth shattering.
Far away, in the direction of Taiyuanzhou Mansion, a terrifying power that makes the soul tremble rises into the sky like a tide.
"Buzz!"
Late at night, it was the darkest time, but when Yang Ji looked through the hole opened above the Martial Palace, the sky suddenly flashed and turned into a golden color, as if a round of golden light suddenly rose in the night sky.
Same day.
"Bah!"
There was a shocking scream, and even in the mountains near Taiyuan Mansion, a voice filled with shock, anger, and incomparable hatred could be heard:
"King Taiyuan!——"
The originally boiling martial arts palace seemed to freeze in an instant, and there was a dead silence. Countless candidates raised their heads, with shocked expressions, and expressions of listening on their faces.
Whoosh!
Far away among the others, Yang Ji stood up and flew out quickly without thinking. Yang Ji's martial arts skills were superb. Although the hall was crowded, Yang Jiyu's movement skills of killing thousands of people in a row, and occasionally cooperated
Naji Ping immediately passed through the palace door in a few breaths and flew out from the dense crowd.
"Buzz!"
When Yang Ji took the first step out of the Martial Palace, he saw bright lights in the vast night sky. Over Taiyuan City, countless floating battleships lit up their lights, illuminating the night sky.
High in the sky, battles continued. Countless warships were firing destructive beams of thunder and fire. Yang Ji had seen these floating warships in Pingchuan City when they were attacking. Large swaths of evil ghosts, Yashas and Rakshasas, were shining brightly in this kind of light.
It turned into fly ash in the beam of light.
Even Yang Ji almost died at that time!
The "Big Macs" above Taiyuan City were even bigger and more powerful than Yang Ji had ever seen before. Some of them gave Yang Ji a feeling that they were even more terrifying than those of the eighth-level peak martial arts sects such as the heads of aristocratic families.