Hearing this remark, Yang Ji laughed angrily and his blood surged upwards.
Yang Xuanlan said nicely and spared his life. But his martial arts skills were ruined, his muscles and veins were broken, and he couldn't take care of himself. Living like that was simply a kind of torture.
Those in the Yang family would never miss this opportunity to humiliate him and torture him.
Yang Xuanlan didn't want to spare his life, he simply wanted to make his life worse than death!
"What a benevolent person!"
Yang Ji stared at Yang Xuanlan fiercely and said with an angry smile:
"Abandoning martial arts, shattering the meridians, and being kept in captivity like animals, Yang Xuanlan, is this your benevolence? I, Yang Ji, do not care about your charity. The weak eat the strong, and the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. If I lose, I will kill or cut you to pieces.
,Why bother to say more?!"
"It seems that you are really stubborn and hopeless."
Yang Xuanlan shook his head and remained calm:
"If that's the case, then you can't blame me!"
As soon as the voice fell, Yang Xuanlan's originally peaceful eyes suddenly turned cold and turned into a forbidding sight.
"boom!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Xuanlan closed his palm and clenched it suddenly. And almost at the same time, the giant cyan fist wrapping Yang Ji in the void also contracted.
"The Wrath of the Overlord!"
It was too late, but it was soon! The moment Yang Xuanlan's eyes turned cold and his right hand clenched tightly, the blood furnace in Yang Ji's body roared.
The ear-piercing sound shook the void, almost piercing one's eardrums.
"Buzz!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Ji unleashed the most powerful move in the "Ba Xia Futian Fist", "Ba Xia's Wrath". Yang Ji's "Ba Xia's Wrath" has not been completely perfected yet, and is still extremely blood-consuming.
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Yang Ji did not use this secret skill, firstly because "Wrath of the Overlord" could not defeat Yang Xuanlan in one move, and secondly because he was worried that the blood energy would be consumed too much after using it.
But at this time, I no longer care about so much.
"Boom!"
The void shook violently, and blood flowed like a tide. Yang Ji displayed the "Wrath of Overlord" while communicating with the incomplete scriptures and paintings in his arms.
Just hearing a bang, a huge dragon turtle came to life in the void. It expanded violently outwards. Hundreds of majestic torrents of blood burst out from Yang Ji's body.
Yang Xuanlan's such a powerful "Void Seal" actually became slightly loose when hit by Yang Ji's most powerful Baxia's Wrath.
"court death!"
Seeing this scene, Yang Xuanlan's eyes turned cold and he became furious. With a bang, the five fingers of his right hand suddenly accelerated and contracted.
"Boom!"
The sky collapsed and the earth collapsed. Countless blue torrents of destruction were like giant dragons, rushing and roaring. They drew arcs in the air, rolled back, and crashed into Yang Ji in the center. That kind of power was like a mountain.
It will also turn into ashes.
"Life and death depend on this!"
In mid-air, Yang Ji's whole body collapsed, and blood rushed to his face, which was bright red. His clothes were torn, and he was holding the incomplete scripture painting in one hand.
The most critical time has arrived.
Now, Yang Ji has no retreat. He can only place his hope on this mysterious incomplete sutra painting. As long as he can resist one move as planned, there is still hope for his escape.
As long as he successfully escapes from this area and drills into the earth, he can use the shallow groundwater to escape this disaster.
"Fight!"
Yang Ji gritted his teeth. With a cruel heart, he sent all his mental energy like a violent wave into the incomplete scripture painting in his hand.
Yang Ji not only hoped that the incomplete scriptures and paintings could absorb all of Yang Xuanlan's blood, but as long as half of it was absorbed, that would be enough.
"Boom!"
The wind blew violently, and the earth was shocked. Those destructive dragons finally fell. Yang Ji's heart was also extremely tight.
"Buzz!"
The next moment, something unexpected happened to everyone. The torrent of blood and energy that destroyed the world hit the incomplete scripture painting. In a flash of light, Yang Ji suddenly disappeared.
"!!!"
Yang Xuanlan's eyelids were twitching wildly. He couldn't believe his eyes. Whoa, his robe swayed. The moment Yang Ji disappeared, Yang Xuanlan appeared below almost instantly.
"How can it be?"
Yang Xuanlan clenched his fingers, and the veins on the back of his hand jumped wildly.
Gone, gone!
Yang Ji actually disappeared out of thin air.
"What about the boy?"
As soon as the light flashed, Bai Wuji rushed over, his eyes wide open, and he was even more surprised than Yang Xuanlan. The moment Yang Ji disappeared, blood flowed in the void. Because his sight was blocked, Bai Wuji could not see very clearly.
"Did he escape to the ground?"
Bai Wuji moved with a swish, flying all over the place, trying to find traces of Yang Ji. Yang Ji was suppressed underground by Yang Xuanlan and then forcibly taken out.
Logically speaking, it should be impossible for him to escape now.
But the facts are there, Yang Ji cannot disappear out of thin air. Unless he can burrow into the ground again!
"No need to look for it!"
Yang Xuanlan stood there motionless, his face was gloomy, and countless thoughts were flashing in the depths of his pupils.
Yang Ji's disappearance was so shocking, it was simply impossible.
But he did it!
Yang Xuanlan recalled all the previous scenes frame by frame in his mind. Even the Battle of Long Street and the performance of Yang Ji he observed came to mind one by one.
It is impossible for Yang Ji to disappear out of thin air, let alone escape.
Yang Xuanlan knew this very well.
The picture was fixed on a flash of light in the void, and a torrent of blood that suddenly disappeared out of thin air. Yang Xuanlan's eyebrows jumped, and he understood something in a daze.
It's just that this idea is so shocking.
This shocked him even more than Yang Ji disappearing out of thin air.
"I know how he left."
Yang Xuanlan suddenly spoke. Although he tried his best to maintain his previous calmness and composure, there was still a slight tremor in his voice.
Bai Wuji looked at Yang Xuanlan with a look of concern in his eyes.
"If I'm not wrong, he probably has a scroll of Cave Scripture paintings on him!"
Yang Xuanlan said in a deep voice.
"ah!!"
Bai Wuji blurted out and exclaimed, his shoulders were obviously shaken, and his eyes showed a look of shock: "But how is it possible?"
"I also know it's impossible. But it's probably the case."
Yang Xuanlan said in a deep voice.
How could he not know that this idea was shocking and unbelievable. It is simply unbelievable that a little Zhou Tian warrior actually has the "Dongtian Sutra Painting" that martial arts practitioners dream of.
But the blood energy disappeared out of thin air, the flashing light group in mid-air, and Yang Ji's ghostly disappearance... Everything. Only this can explain it.
This is also consistent with the situation of the legendary Dongtian Sutra paintings.
"But how is that possible?"
Bai Wuji's heart was in turmoil. He was born in a holy place like Mount Paektu. In addition to his endless martial arts knowledge, he also had the advantage of having a higher vision than ordinary people.
"Dongtian Sutra Painting" is something on a higher level than martial arts Sutra Painting.
According to the legend, it contains mysterious space rules, and another small world, a small world, is created in the scriptures and paintings, in which all the mountains, rivers, insects and birds are intact.
This kind of magical power is no longer something that warriors can achieve. It is somewhat similar to the legendary Buddha's "Mustard Seed Sumeru".
Each of this type of sutra paintings has a long history and a great background. Some even involve those lost eras.
Even for a holy place like Mount Paektu, where martial saints have been born for generations, this is still something that is regarded as a supreme treasure!
The entire Baektu Mountain has been accumulated for thousands of years, and there will never be more than three such treasures!
When Bai Wuji was in the sect, he once heard the elders of the sect mention it. It was said that even they found it difficult to see these cave paintings.
Bai Wuji didn't understand, if Chaoyang Prince Consort was right, how could such a precious thing appear in the body of a little Zhou Tian warrior.
I'm afraid Chaoyang Prince Consort himself doesn't even have Dongtian Sutra paintings, right?
And Bai Wuji still has another doubt:
"Sir, if it is really a Cave Heaven Scripture painting, this guy's strength shouldn't be enough to activate it, right?"
As soon as Bai Wuji finished speaking, he saw Yang Xuanlan's face suddenly change. He turned extremely green. Bai Wuji was shocked and reacted.
How could Yang Ji have such strength? This is clearly Yang...
Looking at Yang Xuanlan's stern eyes in front of him, Bai Wuji swallowed his saliva, lowered his head, and did not dare to think about it any more.
"Every owner of the Cave Heaven Scripture Painting is a well-known and powerful person. It is impossible for such a powerful scripture painting to be lost among the people. It is impossible for someone at that rebellious level to come into contact with a treasure of this level."
Yang Xuanlan said lightly, his eyes were penetrating. It was as if he knew everything. Every detail of the previous battle with Yang Ji came to mind.
He clearly remembered that when Yang Ji took out that thing, wisps of chaos and disorder leaked out of the void. Dongtian Sutra Painting is a very stable existence. It is absolutely impossible for such chaos and disorder to occur.
A flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and Yang Xuanlan vaguely understood something in an instant.
"There are places selling incomplete scriptures and paintings near each sect. I'm afraid this kid is lucky enough to have found some incomplete Dongtian scripture painting!"
Yang Xuanlan said in a deep voice.
"ah!"
Bai Wuji couldn't help but let out a low cry. He knew about the incomplete scripture paintings. Some scripture paintings were damaged and mutilated in the battle, and had lost their value for enlightenment, so they were sold at low prices.
Although for a real warrior, this thing is actually similar to those scraps of junk. But for another low-level warrior with a poor background, no background, and no resources, this is a very useful martial arts scripture.
There are actually many places near Mount Paektu where incomplete scriptures and paintings are bought and sold. But Bai Wuji would never go inside to see them, because it would just be a waste of time.
Isn't it amazing to find Cave Scripture paintings from those incomplete scripture paintings? One among tens of thousands of people? Or maybe there will be such a case in hundreds of years?
This kid's luck is too unlucky, right?
"In the ancient era, the world was destroyed, and many scriptures and paintings were also destroyed in this change of eras. However, occasionally a few incomplete scriptures and paintings would flow down and fall into the folk. That guy must have picked up such a piece.
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Yang Xuanlan said lightly. His eyes were clear, and his mind was filled with thoughts, pointing straight to the core:
"The internal structure of this kind of sutra painting has been destroyed, and the space is extremely unstable. In the incomplete state, if you force the passage to enter, it will be destroyed in a short time. - He can't stay in there for long!"
Bai Wuji was still doubtful at first, but later he was completely convinced. Although Yang Ji's disappearance was sudden, Yang Xuanlan was able to grasp the truth in a short period of time.