The next moment, the blood furnace in Yang Ji's body roared. He stepped on his feet and rushed towards the giant sword like lightning. In the distance, the giant sword trembled and seemed to have a feeling.
"boom!"
The sole of his foot stepped hard on the cave wall, and Yang Ji jumped out diagonally opposite:
"Come out, Five Ghosts!"
With a flash of light and billowing black smoke, Yang Ji instantly summoned the five ghosts. Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Ji instantly threw out the first five ghosts.
Boom!
A bolt of thunder flashed through the void, followed by fire, and a fierce sword light struck the five ghosts in the air in just a flash.
The five ghosts thrown by Yang Ji didn't even last a second, they were immediately chopped into pieces and evaporated out of thin air.
"It's now!"
A red light flashed in front of his eyes, and at the moment when the first five ghosts were killed and the second sword was about to be spit out, Yang Jicao restrained the strongest "魑" on the right, grabbed his arm, and threw it out fiercely.
"boom!"
The sole of his foot stepped on the wall, and Yang Ji was ejected fiercely. There was a loud bang behind him, and Yang Ji successfully dodged the second sword.
The fierce murderous intention followed him like a shadow. Without looking back, Yang Ji could feel a huge wave behind him. At the moment when the third wave of attacks arrived, Yang Ji's body swayed and he finally used another life-saving secret skill.
"The immortal changes his shadow!"
With a flash of light, Yang Ji disappeared instantly. Behind him, a red light pierced his eyes, and a devastating sword energy swept past the place where Yang Ji was originally standing, and struck the opposite wall with a roar.
"Buzz!"
The earth shook and a huge plow mark appeared behind Yang Ji, almost splitting the entire cave in half.
Yang Ji didn't look back. Taking this opportunity, he swung his body. He used the Floating Light Body Technique to the limit, and with a whoosh, he escaped from the attack range of the giant sword with a blur.
"success!"
Yang Ji smiled slightly, with a confident smile on his face. Listening to the normality slowly returning to behind him, Yang Ji knew that he had succeeded.
When they entered the cave, the burning flaming giant sword hung back on the cave wall.
But I don't know whether it was because of the excessive exertion or because Yang Ji successfully passed the test. The burning flame on the sword gradually dimmed, leaving only a faint light shining in the cave.
Yang Ji didn't look back and ran away quickly.
About ten feet later, a second raised stone tablet protruded from the ground. Yang Ji saw a new line of text:
"Congratulations on making it this far. It proves that you are qualified to continue my mantle."
The characters are written deep into the stone tablet and are written by fingers.
Yang Ji looked at these strong and powerful characters and stood in front of the stone tablet in silence.
After an unknown amount of time, Yang Ji finally walked around the stone monument and walked forward.
After passing through a corridor of more than thirty feet, deep in the heart of the mountain, Yang Ji finally met the former owner of the painting.
Although he was already prepared when he saw the second stone tablet, when he actually saw the lifelike corpse deep in the cave with its back against the wall and sitting cross-legged, Yang Ji still had an indescribable feeling in his heart.
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The previous owner of this Cave Scripture painting is actually dead.
The owner of the cave appeared to be a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties. Of course, Yang Ji knew that this was definitely not the case.
His face was majestic and majestic, but he also exuded a softness and elegance. At first sight, Yang Ji felt that it was the terrifying power that this body had once possessed to destroy the world.
It's just that it took too long, and these powerful forces have long been turned into ashes. Only from the speckled traces, you can still get a glimpse of the once powerful power of this existence.
He was wearing white clothes, with a high crown and belt, and he was sitting against the cave wall. It was very ancient style.
But it only took a moment for Yang Ji to immediately notice a scar on his body from his left shoulder to his abdomen.
The scar looked hideous and terrifying, as if it was going to split him in half.
It's just that the middle-aged man has a peaceful smile, but it gives people a feeling of being aloof and not caring at all.
"That should be his fatal injury."
Yang Ji looked at the wound and thought to himself. A strong man of this level would never have died like this if he hadn't been fatally injured.
"To be able to kill a strong man of this level, I'm afraid his opponent is also extremely powerful."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
These thoughts flashed through his mind, and in just a moment, Yang Ji took a breath and regained his composure.
"Senior, junior Yang Ji, sorry to bother you."
Yang Ji took a step forward and bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man's body. Death is the most important thing. Although he didn't know whether he was good or bad, judging from the leeway he had left in the previous tests, he definitely couldn't.
Ji is not a treacherous and evil person.
"Um?"
Yang Ji raised his eyebrows, and almost at the same time, he noticed the lines of writing on the ground.
These writings are not very deep, they are carved into the stone, and they have been covered with a thick layer of dust for a long time. If you are not careful, you really can't notice them.
"call!"
Yang Ji squatted down, blew out a breath, and then flicked his sleeves. The dust on the ground rushed to both sides, and lines of writing were immediately revealed.
"The word indicates the person who will be destined later:
I am the Purple Sun Sword Master, and because I fought with my enemy and was plotted by him, I am sitting here. You can take all the treasures in the cave."
Next is a line of fine and dense text, all written in seal characters.
"It turns out this person is named Ziyang Sword Lord."
Yang Ji looked up and understood.
Today, the Han Dynasty does not use ancient seal characters. This man is obviously not from the Han Dynasty. He does not know how long he has been dead. Yang Ji feels that his body has turned into jade.
For this reason, the body of the Purple Sun Sword Lord looks no different from when he died, still lifelike.
I continued to look down, probably because I was afraid that the people who came in would not know anything. Ziyang Sword Lord left many words on the ground, introducing this Ziyang Cave, his life, and the incident of being attacked and killed.
As Yang Ji inferred, this Dongtian Sutra painting did not belong to Ziyang Sword Lord. He got it from someone else by chance.
When I got it, the Dongtian Sutra painting was empty, with nothing in it.
However, although there is nothing, this Dongtian Sutra painting has one advantage. The flow of time inside and outside the Dongtian Sutra painting is different.
The three hours inside this sutra are equivalent to one hour outside. In other words, practicing inside is much faster than outside.
This kind of ability is not available in ordinary Dongtian scripture paintings. Ziyang Sword Lord can only infer that the predecessor who originally created this scripture painting made certain changes to it.
It's a pity that this time-accelerating effect can only be used internally, not externally. Otherwise, it would be an excellent and extremely powerful magic weapon.
“It’s amazing!”
Yang Ji was amazed. There was another world hidden in the sutra paintings that amazed him. He didn't expect that time actually passed faster than outside.
Yang Ji couldn't imagine how he could do this. Although this senior Ziyang said it was a pity, for Yang Ji, even this was already amazing.
In the handwriting on the ground, Ziyang Sword Lord also talked about his origin. However, now the stars have changed, the world has changed, the dynasties have changed, and many sects and place names are all different.
Yang Ji couldn't tell from the lines of his words what sect or place he was talking about.
However, from his narrative, Yang Ji deduced a shocking result.
——This Ziyang Sword Master is actually a "Martial Saint" with the tenth level of martial arts!
"His! Unbelievable!"
Yang Ji looked at Ziyang Sword Lord in front of him again, and the feeling in his heart was completely different:
"Unexpectedly, he is actually a Martial Saint!"
This was the first time Yang Ji saw a martial saint, even though he had already passed away. In the handwriting on the ground, Ziyang Sword Master also mentioned his injury.
In fact, it is not difficult to guess, the vitality of a Martial Saint is very powerful. The only one who can kill a Martial Saint is a "Martial Saint".
And this is indeed the case.
In order to practice, Ziyang Sword Lord traveled to the underworld via the East China Sea. While searching for training materials in the underworld, he was accidentally attacked by a sworn enemy.
This man somehow knew the whereabouts of Ziyang Sword Lord, and entered the underworld in advance to ambush him. Through mental calculation and unintentional calculation, Ziyang Sword Lord was seriously injured in the core of his soul by his move.
This Cave Scripture painting was damaged at that time.
Both were martial saints, and the opponent's strength was not bad either. Moreover, the soul core was the source of a warrior's life. The soul core was injured by the opponent's sinister moves. Ziyang Sword Master knew almost at that moment that he would not survive long.
But before he died, Ziyang Sword Lord also personally took revenge and avenged himself.
After returning from the underworld, Ziyang Sword Lord's injuries exploded.
Ziyang Sword Lord's original intention was to escape into the Cave Heaven Scripture paintings and use the effects of the paintings to heal his injuries. Unfortunately, things didn't work out as he wanted, and the injuries broke out too quickly. The enemy had no intention of leaving him a chance to survive.
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Ziyang Sword Lord felt that his time limit had come and he could not survive it. At the same time, he did not want all his skills to be wiped out, so he made these arrangements before his death and left behind a "Golden Pill of Swordsmanship".
However, Ziyang Sword Lord also mentioned that because the injury was too serious, the quality of this golden elixir was not high, only the ninth level of martial arts.
"Kendo Golden Pill?!"
Seeing this, Yang Ji's eyelids twitched and his heart was about to move. The things left by Wu Sheng were not trivial. Yang Ji's eyes hurriedly scanned the cave and quickly noticed something.
Right in front of Ziyang Sword Lord, only a few inches away from his outstretched fingers, a gold box was placed on the ground.
The surface of the box is covered with a thick layer of dust, which is integrated with the dust on the ground. If you are not careful, you might think it is a stone.
"Senior, excuse me."
Yang Ji bowed, then bent down to pick up the box on the ground. However, he couldn't pick it up.
The small-looking box seemed to have taken root in the ground and remained motionless.
"Um?"
Yang Ji was surprised. A burst of blood poured into his hands, and he lifted it with force. The box still didn't move at all.
"How is this going?"
Yang Ji felt very strange. This situation was simply unheard of.
The strength of his hands continued to increase, and blood continued to pour into his hands. This continued until a certain level, and when the bottom of his hands relaxed, the box on the ground finally rose in response.
"Boom!"
The moment Yang Ji pulled up the box, the earth shook and a dull, thunderous sound came from the depths of the space outside the cave.
A lot of dust and stone chips fell down from the cave. (To be continued)