Chapter 46 The secret in the half scripture painting!
boom!
In the splendid hall, Yang Ji spread his legs, raised his hands to the sky, and his whole body was shining with blood. He looked like a god and was running the "Five Ghosts Transporting Technique" with all his strength.
Just hearing a bang, shadows floated in the void for an instant, ghosts cried and gods howled, and countless phantoms seemed to be rotating around Yang Ji. Countless free spirits rolled in from all directions, and in the blink of an eye, the entire room was filled with clouds and mist.
Like a sea of clouds.
After returning from Zhao Hua, Yang Ji basically devoted himself to intense training. Although martial arts and combat skills are important, for a "martial artist", strength still plays an irreplaceable role.
"One effort can defeat ten levels". The gap between realm and strength is so big that even skills have no effect at all. The fact that Yang Ji tried his best and failed to defeat Zhao Hua is enough to illustrate the problem.
"Buzz!"
Blood waves roared in the room, and five huge phantoms appeared around Yang Ji. Their hands and feet danced like wheels, pushing the blood in Yang Ji's body with all their strength.
Waves of roaring sounds came from Yang Ji's body. The faster the blood in Yang Ji's body circulated, the stronger and stronger the energy flowing from the surrounding heaven and earth became.
The martial arts in Baekdu Mountain are by no means general. The energy that Yang Ji absorbs every moment is astonishing. For "martial artists" at the same level, it is more than five times that of them!
——The five ghosts are of one mind and can move even mountains, let alone blood!
The masculine bloody aura emanating from the void became stronger and stronger, and it was unknown how long it took before Yang Ji finally recovered from his training. His eyes opened, and a dazzling light flashed across his eyes.
"Buzz!"
As soon as he thought about it, four "black shadows", "dark figures" and "demon monsters" with different auras and different heights and sizes appeared around Yang Ji. After swallowing the five "Defense Pills" presented by Zhao Hua, Yang Ji finally
The fourth incarnation of "Phoenix" has been assembled!
The "power" of "Zhen", the "bewitchment" of Mei, the "chaos" of "Zhen", and the "distraction of sight" of "Zhen". After Yang Ji gathered the four incarnations, he became a "small army" that he could carry with him.
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"boom!"
The four "Incarnations of Five Ghosts" were motionless, but strong aura fluctuations were emitted from their bodies. The surrounding air flow vibrated, and a strong suction force was emitted from the four "Incarnations of Five Ghosts".
In the void, there is a faint essence that is as solid as substance, with wisps as thick as a child's arms. Like smoke and mist, they are gathering towards the four incarnations.
The distance was getting closer and closer, and a cautious look appeared on Yang Ji's face. Just when he was still about five inches away from the four incarnations, there was a "pop" sound, and the gathered energy from all around suddenly dissipated and dissipated in the
In the void.
"well!"
Yang Ji sighed and opened his eyes: "What a pity. The idea of transforming the five ghosts into clones has failed."
This time the test failed again!
Although the "Five Ghosts" have incredible abilities, their strength is at most equivalent to the peak of the first level of martial arts, and is only comparable to the elite soldiers in the imperial court.
However, Yang Ji wants more than just five free thugs.
"Simply using the spiritual consciousness in the incarnation of the five ghosts to absorb the essence is not enough. We must think of other ways."
Yang Ji thought to himself, thinking and summarizing the lessons.
"Transform the five ghosts into clones and train and upgrade like a 'warrior'." This idea has been tried several times, but it has failed. The result is far from going as smoothly as expected.
"Dong dong dong!"
I don’t know how long it took, but a knock on the door came from outside.
"Come in."
Yang Ji suddenly woke up and came to his senses. The door opened, and Zhang Xiong and Li Xiaoguan, dressed in green clothes, walked in.
"Senior Brother Yang, are you looking for us?"
The two of them bent down and bowed respectfully.
"Oh, you are here."
Yang Ji smiled, pointed at a large brown wine vat on the table and said to the two of them:
"This is a jar of French wine that I got by chance. You can take it and share it with everyone."
"ah!"
The two people exclaimed in surprise, and both looked moved: "French wine?"
"Senior Brother Yang, are these really all for us?"
Zhang Xiong looked at the wine vat on the table and said in surprise.
He has been in the Pai for a long time, and although he has never drunk French wine, he has heard of it. This kind of thing is specially given to the "Elder Brother" and "Elder Sister" in the Pai.
It's too late for everyone to use this kind of thing for themselves, but Yang Ji actually wants to give it to them. Only registered disciples have always "honored" the disciples who are passing on the merits. Never before has such a precious thing been given to them like Yang Ji.
"Don't be so surprised. The French wine sent by Perry was only a small jar, and the portion was far from enough. So these were all mixed with wine. And it was only half the portion."
Yang Ji smiled calmly.
"Even that would be great!"
"Thank you, senior brother."
The two of them looked solemn and bowed to Yang Ji respectfully. Regardless of the amount of the wine, Yang Ji was worthy of their sincere following because of his magnanimity that no other "disciple" in the sect had.
"Ha, don't be nagging. Just take it."
Yang Ji smiled, waved his hand and said indifferently.
People like Zhang Xiong have been in the sect for a long time, but their martial arts are still a bit weak, and they still lack an opportunity to enter a higher realm.
Only when their strength becomes stronger, will they be more effective to Yang Ji, and will their status and power within the sect become stronger.
This is why Yang Ji gave them half of the French wine.
The effect of a jar of French wine on Yang Ji is not that strong, especially on Zhao Hua. The stronger the skill, the weaker the effect. But for "Li Xiaoguan", "Zhang Xiong" and others who are only at the first level of martial arts, this is
It is a very precious good thing.
"Thank you, senior brother."
Zhang Xiong and Li Xiaoguan quickly walked out with the wine jar.
In the past, to everyone, Yang Ji was just a more suitable and talented candidate than Xie Lou, who could benefit himself as a "disciple".
However, this time, Yang Ji's image in the eyes of everyone was completely new. For the first time, Yang Ji gained their respect from the bottom of their hearts!
After Zhang Xiong and Li Xiaoguan left, Yang Ji walked to the table and pulled out a thin roll from under the thick scripture. He spread his hands out. Half of the landscape was visible on it, and it turned out to be the one that Yang Ji found in the small town.
Half sutra painting.
It has been several months since Yang Ji got this scroll of sutras and paintings, but he has never had time to look at it. It was not until this period of time that Yang Ji had time to think about it carefully.
The contents of the scriptures and paintings were ordinary, and they were very different from other boxing, sword and martial arts. Even Yang Ji had a hard time judging that it was a martial arts scripture.
However, this is indeed a sutra painting. The carrier of this sutra painting is exactly the same as the "Five Ghosts Carrying Sutra Painting" that Yang Ji obtained from Bai Yuanyuan, and the "Immortal Sword" sutra painting, both of which are colorful.
Special materials that look like brocade but not brocade.
"These scriptures and paintings are invulnerable and difficult to destroy by ordinary means, and no one would be willing to destroy them. I don't know what happened, but only half of these scriptures and paintings are left."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
A violent beating came from the center of the eyebrows. Yang Ji had been looking at this sutra painting for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out why it caused such a strong reaction from the "little stone outside the sky" in the center of the eyebrows.
Apart from being able to absorb spiritual power, this sutra painting looks ordinary and nothing unusual!
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji stretched out a finger and pressed it on the sutra painting. The next moment, powerful spiritual power poured into the sutra painting along his finger like a river.
As soon as the majestic spiritual power comes into contact with the sutra paintings, it is like entering another world, disappearing instantly without arousing any echo.
Yang Ji couldn't even be sure whether the mental power he had consumed had spilled out or been swallowed up by the scripture paintings. Despite this, Yang Ji did not stop.
This was the only way he knew to test this half of the scripture.
Time passed slowly. The paintings in front of Yang Ji remained unchanged, without any abnormalities. Seeing that the mental energy in his mind was almost exhausted again, Yang Ji couldn't help but frown.
"What is going on? Is it because my method is wrong? Or is it just an accident that the beating between the eyebrows is?"
Yang Ji was puzzled.
In the past few days, every time he consumed the mental power, he could summon a new "Five Ghost Incarnation", but the consumed mental power was like a mud cow sinking into the sea, without eliciting any response.
Seeing that the last bit of mental energy was about to be exhausted, Yang Ji sighed in his heart and finally prepared to let go.
"It still doesn't work. I can only try again next time."
Yang Ji twitched his fingers and was ready to stop this temptation.
"Buzz!"
Just when Yang Ji's finger was about to withdraw, a sudden change occurred. There was a buzzing sound, like a drop of ink falling into the water, causing ripples, and the content on the painting finally changed.
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"!!!"
In Yang Ji's shocked eyes, a corner of the mountain peak suddenly appeared in the upper part of the sutra painting, and it was still changing downwards.
"What's this?"
Yang Ji was shocked. He had been pouring spiritual power into the sutra paintings for five or six days, but this was the first time such a change had occurred.
"Buzz!"
Without any time to think, Yang Ji's fingers that were about to withdraw suddenly pressed back on the sutra painting, and the last bit of spiritual power was injected into it.
Boom, the next moment, the eyebrows shook, and a new wave of spiritual power poured into the body, replenishing Yang Ji's spiritual power. Without any hesitation, Yang Ji once again injected all his spiritual power into the scripture painting.
In the dark, like an invisible hand lifting the veil of the sutra paintings, right under Yang Ji's eyes, the contents of the sutra paintings were constantly being rendered.
In the blink of an eye, a steep and tall peak that reached into the sky appeared in front of Yang Ji's eyes. The lower half of the peak had disappeared, leaving only the highest half.
When the content on the sutra painting expanded to its limit, Yang Ji finally saw a vaguely primitive cave at the bottom corner of the sutra painting.
Four small seal characters above the cave are faintly visible.
"boom!"
Just when Yang Ji tried to watch carefully, a sudden change occurred, and a huge suction force came from the painting. Yang Ji's eyes suddenly changed, and endless bloody light rushed towards his face. The next moment, Yang Ji's mind was sucked in.
In the painting.
The vast sea of blood is endless, and a huge cave, ancient and distant, appears in the field of vision, whether far or near.