"...Dongtian!"
Yang Ji only recognized two words above the cave, and was about to look more carefully. The next moment, there was a roar in the void, and Yang Ji's mind felt like falling from a high altitude, and fell back to his body with a crash.
The sutra painting fell to the ground. As soon as Yang Ji opened his eyes, he was sweating profusely. He was so weak that he could not even stand steady. The blood in his body was completely exhausted in an instant.
"What on earth is going on? What is the content on the sutra painting...and what does the word 'Dongtian' that I just saw mean?"
Yang Ji's eyes flickered, and his heart was in turmoil.
This is the first time he has experienced this kind of thing. Sutras and paintings can actually take the initiative to suck people's minds in. It's not like comprehending sutras and paintings, but it feels like the whole soul is being sucked in.
Yang Ji had never had such an experience.
The secret of this strange scroll of scriptures and paintings was finally discovered, but it brought more doubts to Yang Ji.
I don't know how long it took, but Yang Ji finally came back to his senses. He remained motionless, with thoughts going up and down in his mind.
This half of the sutra painting actually absorbed his own blood at the end, which greatly surprised Yang Ji... And the mysterious cave seen in the sea of ​​blood, what does it all mean?
It's a pity that the work fell short in the end, and I finally couldn't understand it.
"There must be huge secrets hidden in this scroll. It's a pity that I can't find out clearly with my current ability..."
Yang Ji recalled the feeling of falling out of his mind at the end. At that time, his blood was obviously exhausted and he could no longer pry into the secrets.
"...Next, we must find a way to fully improve our skills."
A flash of lightning flashed in Yang Ji's mind.
After the fourth level of martial arts forms the "Blood Furnace", there will be a huge gap compared to the third level of martial arts, and the strength and vitality will be greatly improved. At that time, we should be able to further peep into the secrets of the scriptures and paintings.
Moreover, the matter between Lin Qingyan and Zhao Hua has come to an end, and Luo Yunzi can no longer harass her for the time being, so she has nothing to worry about anymore.
Yang Ji secretly made up his mind to shift all his focus to training.
In the next more than a month, except for necessary meals and rest, Yang Ji devoted all his time to training.
…………
"call!"
The fire was blazing, rising dozens of feet high into the sky, and the billowing smoke was as straight as a pillar rising into the sky. It could be seen even from a long distance away.
If you look carefully, you can see that the place where the fire started is a remote village in the mountains. The village has a small population and only a dozen houses, all of which were set alight and a fire broke out.
A mysterious man in black robes walked around the house holding a torch, setting the houses on fire. Under their feet, corpses were strewn everywhere, including the bodies of men, old people, and children, all lying in a pool of blood.
, all the hearts disappeared.
"Help!"
"Help!——"
A woman's shrill screams pierced the sky. Behind her, a man in black grabbed her hair and dragged her away.
"Caught a very yin virgin, just in time to bring it back to host the ceremony..."
The man in black waved the bloody blade in his hand to signal to the other men in black.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, the treetops of the forest not far away trembled loudly, and a sparse sound of footsteps came from inside.
"who?"
The man in black's expression changed, and he suddenly turned around and stared fiercely at the woods. His eyes were wary. Their actions were very secretive and must not be known to outsiders.
"Laila!"
Just under the eyes of the man in black, a black-haired boy with thin lips, wearing black cloth, a long sword at his waist, walked out of the woods.
Seeing the tragic situation in front of him, the black-haired boy was also startled.
"Help! Help! -"
Seeing the black-haired boy, the woman screamed like she had been saved. But the man in black's expression changed drastically. Only people in the sect would wear this kind of commoner style.
"stop!"
The man in black grabbed the woman hard and dragged him in front of him. At the same time, he placed his long sword under the woman's neck and said viciously:
"Don't come here. If you come here again, I will kill her."
The black-haired boy's expression changed, and he quickly took a few steps back. He also waved his hand, as if he was afraid of the hostage in the hands of the man in black, signaling him not to do anything.
"Whoosh!"
Just when the man in black was relaxed, a black shadow flashed, and the black-haired boy appeared on the two of them instantly. The long sword in his hand passed through the woman's heart and penetrated deeply into the body of the man in black behind.
"Goo!"
The woman stared in front of her with wide eyes, blood foaming from her mouth, as if she never thought that the black-haired boy would do anything to her.
"you!--"
The man in black had a look of disbelief on his face, his body trembled twice, and then he fell down.
"A bunch of idiots actually think they can blackmail me with ordinary people."
The black-haired boy pulled out his long sword, wiped it on the two of them, and then put it into its scabbard with a look of disdain.
The people in black around him were stunned by all this.
"kill!"
The next moment, more than ten men in black came to kill them. The black-haired boy stepped on the corpse with his left foot, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a sneer.
Swish, swish, swish!
A cold light flickered in the void, and the young man's figure moved incredibly fast. Within a few breaths, more than ten people were all killed. An identical wound in the same position on the left chest kept spurting out blood.
There were just continuous bangs and bangs, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people fell to the ground like wooden stakes, dying.
"Vulnerable!"
After the young man in black said this with a proud expression, he stepped over the corpse, came to the original road, bowed down in front of the woods, and waited silently.
"Crash!"
After half a cup of tea, the branches swayed and the bushes on both sides suddenly parted. An old man with silver-white temples, but full of energy and meticulously combed hair, walked out from behind.
His body is burly, and every step he takes is solid, giving people a feeling of weightlessness.
"Meet the elders!"
The black-haired boy bent his body at ninety degrees, his expression respectful and even awe-inspiring.
"How about it?"
With his hands behind his back, the old man led a dozen Iron Sword Sect disciples out of the woods. Each of these Iron Sword Sect disciples had powerful auras, and none of them were inferior to the black-haired boy.
"They are all too weak. They can't even practice."
The young man in black finally raised his head, holding it high, showing a sense of confidence and arrogance from the bottom of his heart.
"very good."
The old man smiled, exuding a powerful aura, and nodded slightly: "But remember, my opponents this time are not these little thieves, but the people of the Iron Crown Sect."
"There is no room for two tigers in one mountain, and two dragons in one pool. This kind of visit once a year, although there is no reward, can suppress the opponent's momentum and promote the prestige of our Iron Sword Sect. It also increases the impression and influence of our Iron Sword Sect in the court. Notes
Remember, the enemy's defeat is our victory!"
"Yes, elder!"
Everyone responded with a roar.
"Song Yi, go and take a look."
The old man turned around and said.
"Yes, elder."
Behind the old man, a young man with a tall figure, a face like a crown jewel, and an extraordinary temperament nodded and walked out. When he came back, he already had a blood-red bag in his hand, and blood was dripping from it.
"Both the left chest and heart were dug out. It must be someone from a cult who killed people for ritual purposes."
Song Yi said calmly.
To be continued...