A flying sword at the fifth level of martial arts cannot withstand the scorching heat of the Yin Fire Yang Talisman for a long time. Basically, after a period of time, the entire flying sword will suffer structural damage and completely collapse.
However, at this stage, Yang Ji did not expect these flying swords to be used for long, as long as they lasted for a period of time as a transition.
"Okay. No matter what you choose, as long as you think about it."
Elder Xing no longer forced himself.
Yang Ji picked a smooth round stone, a Thunder God Halberd, and two fifth-level martial arts flying swords, and finally followed Elder Xing out of the treasure house.
"Yang Ji, the origin of this boulder is too evil. Although it belongs to you now, I still hope you will touch it as little as possible."
While registering the roster, Elder Xing looked at Yang Ji with a worried look on his face.
"knew."
Yang Ji just smiled and left the Elder Peak with the Evil Stone, the Thunder God Halberd, and two flying swords that were as bright as water.
It was already very late when I came back from Elder Peak. Standing on the white jade stone steps winding down, looking down, I could see the fire on the practice square on the first floor, and there were only a few people walking back and forth.
Compared with when we went up the mountain, there were fewer disciples left behind in Tieguan Mountain. It seemed that for a while, more disciples were sent out to hunt creatures from the underworld.
"Wow!--"
Deep in the darkness, amid the steep mountains, a gust of cold wind blew through the sky, and a cry like a baby was heard, which sounded like crying and laughing. It made people feel chilly in their hearts and gave rise to goosebumps on their bodies.
"This time the disaster caused by the underworld creatures will probably become more and more serious."
The joy of just getting the reward was gone. Yang Ji stood on the white jade steps with a look of worry on his face. There were many disciples of the Iron Crown Sect, and even though it was the first time he joined the sect, there were many people he cared about in the sect.
If this disaster in the underworld cannot be quelled, or the passage is closed, and there are more and more evil spirits in the underworld, the Iron Crown Sect will be the first to be harmed, followed by Langya County and other places.
Eventually all sects and all people will be involved.
"Are there intact eggs under the overturned nest?" Once this happens, no one can stay alone and stay out of it.
"His!"
Taking a deep breath, Yang Ji jumped down the white jade steps, passed through the second level practice square, and after passing more than a dozen palaces along the way, Yang Ji returned to his residence.
The room was dark and cold. Yang Ji took out two flints from under the desk in the dark and lit the oil lamp. Circles of bright light slowly spread in the room.
"Listen to the elders, in a few days let me go down the mountain like the others to deal with the evil ghosts in the underworld around the mountain gate. There is no problem in dealing with ordinary evil ghosts, but if you want to stop this disaster, I am afraid it will be up to me.
The power is still far from enough."
Yang Ji took out a piece of paper from under the pile of books, spread it out, and dipped it in ink. However, in his mind, he remembered what Elder Zhang had said.
The Skeleton Ghost King of Wanfenling is so cunning and powerful that not even the elders of the major sects can do anything about him. With his current strength at the level of a general in the sixth level of martial arts, he is probably even more helpless!
If what the elders said is correct, there really is some Confucian treasure deep underground in Wanfenling. It is suppressed there. Then this is probably the best hope for this disaster.
Confucian treasures cannot be used by ordinary warriors at all. Even if they get it, they will be ruined. But Yang Ji is different. As the successor of "The Book of Great Confucianism" and the inheritance of ancient Confucianism and Taoism, he is the most qualified to use it.
Those Confucian treasures.
If that Confucian treasure can really play a role in suppressing all evil, then Yang Ji is confident that there must be a way to re-stimulate its power and suppress this cataclysm in the underworld.
"Whether there is a real Confucian treasure, you only need to ask the teacher..."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
Yang Ji doesn't know whether this legend is true or false. But Yang Ji knows that if he asks the historian of Pingchuan City, this matter will definitely come to light.
He has the most say in this matter.
"His!"
Yang Ji took a deep breath, held the brush, considered it for a moment, and then respectfully wrote a letter under the light. In the letter, Yang Ji described the whole story in detail.
Time passed quickly. Yang Ji finished writing a letter and read it again. After checking that it was correct, he stuffed an envelope into it, called a disciple, borrowed a night falcon, and mailed it.
The night wind howled, and Yang Ji watched the night falcon flap its wings and disappear into the depths of the night.
"Hopefully things don't get too bad."
Yang Ji stood in front of the window, glanced at the place where the howling of evil spirits came from deep in the mountains, and thought to himself.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji closed the window, flicked his sleeves, and threw out the "Hand of Death" hidden deep inside. Then he bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood. In an instant, the entire huge "Hand of Death" was immediately covered in a burst of flames.
The package burst into flames.
The "Innate Magical Weapon" of "External Incarnation Method" is extremely difficult to practice, especially as the natal magical weapon, it is something with great origin and strength like the "Hand of Death".
The last time he fought with Yang Xuanlan, Yang Ji only completed the preliminary refining. He did not complete the entire refining work of this treasure and then exert its strength.
If he returned to his sect and was safe, but he was about to face another difficult challenge, Yang Ji had to seize the time and improve his strength as quickly as possible.
"call!"
The flames were blazing, Yang Ji slowly sat down cross-legged, and slowly fell into a state of forgetfulness of things and myself, motionless...
…
Pingchuan City is extremely far away from the Iron Crown Sect. Even if there is a night falcon to deliver the message, it can be traveled day and night without being controlled by the terrain. Yang Ji estimates that it will take at least three days.
Taking advantage of the rare calm period of these three days, Yang Ji tried his best to practice the "Shen Dharma Incarnation Method" and the "Sword Code". At the same time, he tried his best to deepen the realm of "Yin Fire Yang Talisman".
Time flies by...
"disease!"
In Yang Ji's palace, there was a flash of light, and three flying swords turned into streams of light and stuck to the ground, shooting out like a goddess scattering flowers. One of the three flying swords was as straight as a line, one was curved, and the other was
Rotating rapidly like a tumbler.
The three flying swords seemed to be controlled by three people. They were as agile as dragons and came to life. They suddenly turned at the corner of the wall, soared straight into the sky, spun around in mid-air, and fell into Yang Ji's hands again.
"Three days of hard work. Finally succeeded."
Yang Ji closed his palms and held the three flying swords. At the same time, nine weak sword energies in Yang Ji's Dantian swirled and turned into a small vortex that kept spinning.
"Swordsman Realm"!
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind.
After this period of hard training, Yang Ji finally reached a state where he could control nine flying swords at the same time by using his arms and fingers.
According to the "Sword Code", this is already the realm of "Sword Disciple".
In the swordsmanship sect in ancient times, this was the level that qualified as a "registered disciple".
Registered disciples are not formal disciples and do not have that close connection with the sect. Once they fail the test, they will be kicked out of the gate.
From this aspect, a "swordsman" is really nothing. That is, a role that holds swords for those strong swordsmen.
But in this era of declining swordsmanship, a "swordsman" who can control nine flying swords at the same time, such as using arm fingers, is already very powerful.
"...It's a pity that although I have the ability to control nine flying swords, I don't have that many flying swords to control."
Yang Ji looked at the flying sword in his hand and shook his head in his heart.
He currently only has three flying swords in his hand. Except for Bloodthirsty, the other two were selected from the sect's arsenal and are only at the fifth level of martial arts.
Weapons of this level are not strong enough to withstand the burning of the Yin Fire Yang Talisman, and Yang Ji doesn't know when the two flying swords will collapse.
Yang Jikong possesses powerful martial arts such as "Sword Code", but does not have suitable weapons, which has to be said to be a helplessness.
With a deep sigh, Yang Ji put away the three flying swords, then took the "Thunder Halberd" that was more than a foot long and as dark as iron and slowly wiped it with a dry cloth.
This "Thunder Halberd" and the "Sword Code" are both from the ancient times. Although they are used in different ways, they are equally powerful.
Abandoning the issue of material, in fact, the sharpness of the Thunder God Halberd is only slightly worse than that of Yang Ji's "Bloodthirsty Sword".
"coax!"
Just when I was trying to clean the Thunder God's Halberd, suddenly, there was a roar, a roar of people, and a burst of noisy sounds coming from down the mountain.
Amid this commotion, the sound of hurried footsteps was so heavy and loud that even the voices of the surrounding people could not cover it up.
"problem occurs!"
Yang Ji's men paused, and in an instant, a flash of lightning passed through his mind.
It has been a few days since I returned to the Iron Crown Sect. There are not many people in the sect and it has always been quiet. This is the first time Yang Ji has heard such a noise in the room.
"Whoosh!"
Yang Ji stood up with the Thunder God Halberd, suddenly stood up, and walked quickly to the window. Opening the window, the sky was gloomy outside, and a thick shadow deep in the sky covered the sky.
Compared with when we returned, the sky became darker and deeper.
Under the sky, Yang Ji saw a group of Iron Crown Sect disciples surrounding a person, rushing towards the mountain quickly. The leader of the group was pale, holding a person in his arms, and his clothes were full of blood, motionless.
"There are people injured!"
Yang Ji's heart sank.
The evil ghosts in the underworld have been invading for a few days. The Iron Crown Sect sent out its disciples to fight against the evil ghosts. This was the first time Yang Ji saw someone come back seriously injured.
"Elder, elder..., save my cousin, save my cousin..."
The leading disciple of the Iron Crown Sect had a pale face and shouted while running. His lips trembled and his voice was filled with despair.
Yang Ji's heart trembled, and he finally understood why he was so desperate. There were very few relatives in the sect, but that didn't mean there weren't any.
This is obviously the relationship between the disciple named as the leader and the disciple of the Iron Crown Sect in his arms.
"Wow!"
Yang Ji jumped out of the window without any time to think. Before he could rush over, he saw a burly figure exuding a majestic aura, flying down the mountain like a dragon or tiger.
In just a few breaths, he arrived in front of the group of disciples.
"It's no use. He's critically injured and has no breath. He's already beyond salvation."
The elder took the seriously injured disciple of the Iron Crown Sect and stretched out his hand to explore. His face immediately darkened and he was pronounced dead.
Yang Ji paused, looking at the group of sect disciples in the distance who looked like they were being killed, his eyes slowly darkened. The evil ghosts of the underworld are by no means some wild beasts. Although their strength is not high, once they gather into a group, they can still easily cause harm. damage.
Even a very powerful opponent may be defeated and fall down in the gutter if the number of evil spirits surrounding him reaches a certain level.
This time of the sudden change in the northwest, ever since the sect decided to send out disciples to encircle and suppress it, it was destined that the disciples under the sect might suffer casualties.
Yang Ji had expected this, but he still felt a sense of pity when he actually saw a disciple of his sect being seriously injured and dead.
"The storm is about to come." This northwest disaster has only lasted for a few days, and the Iron Crown Sect has already suffered casualties. Yang Ji has a feeling that the danger faced by the Iron Crown Sect may have just begun.
The casualties and challenges that follow will probably get bigger and bigger. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better and faster novels!