"My disciple also heard about it by chance."
Yang Ji felt bitter in his heart, lowered his head, and hesitated about the matter. Before the matter was found out, Yang Ji didn't want to talk too much about his father, so he immediately changed the subject:
"By the way, Elder, isn't Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge the territory of the Skeleton Ghost King? That ghost king has made such a big noise, what's the origin of it?"
"oh."
When asked by Yang Ji, Elder Xing came to his senses and did not ask too many questions.
"It's a long story."
Elder Xing had a thoughtful look in his eyes:
"This skeleton ghost king has been entrenched there for hundreds of years. In fact, when I entered the sect, this skeleton ghost king was already there. It seems to have been like this for several generations. However, we know its origins.
There really aren’t many people.”
"I only know that this skeleton ghost king was a general from the previous dynasty, or earlier. He died in Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge, and later absorbed enough Yin Qi from the earth. By coincidence, he formed a ghost king."
Elder Xing said.
Yang Ji thought thoughtfully, the origin of this ghost king sounded similar to those of the spirits.
"This alien species is a scourge after all. Has no one thought about getting rid of it in hundreds of years?"
Yang Ji wondered.
"Haha, you think we haven't thought about it?"
On the side, Elder Zhang, who had frost-white temples, sat back on the throne, put his hands on the armrests, shook his head and said:
"Sometimes, it's not that I don't want to get rid of it, but that I can't get rid of it. There are so many evil things in the world, how can they be completely eliminated?"
Yang Ji's eyes flashed for a moment, and he lowered his head, thoughtfully.
"Haha, don't listen to your nonsense, Elder Zhang."
Above the main hall, Elder Xing looked at Yang Ji and smiled:
"Actually, someone tried to do it at first. However, Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge is too big, and the yin and death energy is too strong, and there are corpses underground. As soon as this skeleton ghost king lay down inside, none of us could tell the difference.
.”
"The death, evil, and yin energy of Wanfenling is too strong, which is detrimental to us righteous warriors. Moreover, that ghost king also has the ability to escape from the ground, how can it be so easy to deal with?"
"oh?"
Yang Ji couldn't help but frowned. During the battle at the Tianyin Sect General Forum, he had discovered that this ghost king had the ability to fly to the sky. If he could escape to the earth, wouldn't it be like traveling with the earth?
"Is there... no way to deal with it?"
Yang Ji raised his head and said with a puzzled look on his face.
"Oh, it's not that easy."
The two Iron Crown Sect elders looked at Yang Ji and shook their heads at the same time. Yang Ji was still too young and thought of this matter too simply.
"However, if you want to talk about magic weapons, there is indeed one."
Elder Xing frowned and said suddenly.
"Oh. What is that?"
Yang Ji raised his head, very curious.
"It is said that there is a Confucian treasure deep in the Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge that can suppress the Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge. Something that can suppress the Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge can also suppress the Skeleton Ghost King. But I don't know the details."
Elder Xing frowned and said.
"Confucian treasure?"
There was a buzz in Yang Ji's mind, and he was shaken violently. He raised his head, his eyes full of surprise.
He didn't expect that this matter would be related to Confucianism.
"This is actually a saying circulated among the Confucian scholars in Langya County, and I have also heard it. As for our sect, there is no such saying."
Elder Xing explained.
Accident!
What a surprise!
One stone stirred up thousands of waves. Yang Ji's heart was filled with excitement. There were Confucian treasures hidden in the Ten Thousand Tombs. This was something he had never imagined before.
Eras have been destroyed, times have changed, and there are really too few Confucian treasures that can be handed down.
These things are useless to warriors, but Yang Ji is different. As the successor of "The Book of Great Confucianism" and the successor of ancient Confucianism and Taoism, Yang Ji needs these things more than anyone else.
Only in his hands can these Confucian and Taoist magic weapons be effective.
Yang Ji's mind was full of thoughts, and he quickly came up with an idea.
"The teacher is the Confucian and Taoist leader of Langya County. If this matter is true or false, just ask him and you will know."
Yang Ji thought of the historian who was still in Pingchuan City.
"Okay. Yang Ji, don't think too much."
There was a rumbling sound in the main hall. Elder Zhang sat high above and looked at Yang Ji with a smile on his lips:
"You just took part in the martial arts examination. You should take a good rest and recuperate during this period. As for the matter at Wanfenling, you, Elder Qiu, have already gone to investigate. If there is any need in the sect, I will call you in the future."
"You are now so powerful that you have far surpassed your peers. You should pay more attention to the affairs of the sect."
"Yes, elder."
Yang Ji came back to his senses and said respectfully.
"Junior Brother Xing, it's getting late. You can take him to the treasure house to pick out something."
Turning his head, Elder Zhang looked at Elder Xing beside him and said.
Elder Xing just smiled: "Yang Ji, come with me."
"call!"
With a flick of his sleeves, Elder Xing walked down the dark golden steps, passed through the hall, and walked out of the gate. Yang Ji suppressed his thoughts and followed Elder Xing out.
After passing through the gate, you soon arrived at a dark building with a gold-painted plaque on a black background: "Treasure House".
Unlike the surrounding halls, this treasure house gives people a thick and heavy feeling.
"arrive."
Elder Xing held one hand behind his back and pointed to the main hall in front of him with the other hand, smiling slightly.
"Squeak!"
The riveted door opened, and a thick white mist floated out from inside.
"It's vitality!"
Yang Ji was hit by the white mist, and he suddenly woke up a little. The white mist was actually a gathering of strong vitality.
"This is a treasure trove of treasures, truly extraordinary."
Yang Ji thought secretly, and heard Elder Xing's voice in his ears:
"Let's go."
As far as the eye could see, a piece of clothes floated past the gate. Elder Xing had already taken the lead into the treasure house. Yang Ji quickly followed.
This is the first time Yang Ji has entered the sect's treasure house.
Entering the treasure house from outside the palace, his vision dimmed slightly, and Yang Ji noticed that there was actually a straight corridor behind the gate, only about two feet long.
But everything else is made of thick metal.——The surface part of this treasure house is actually just a decoration.
The real treasure house is actually underground.
"This treasure house was built by the founder. It is divided into upper and lower parts. The upper part is just a disguise. Hundreds of thousands of kilograms of black gold steel are forged into a whole. Even the Martial Lord cannot easily shake it."
Elder Xing explained to Yang Ji while walking down the extended steps:
"The real treasure house is actually only underground. This place is rarely open to disciples of the sect, Yang Ji. You are the second one."
"There is still one?"
To be continued...