Yang Ji said calmly. With his current swordsmanship, no one among the five could match him, not even Lin Qingyan's Dian Mu sword technique could match him.
"fine."
Zhao Hua shook his head, slightly palpitating. It was not that he was afraid of this evil ghost from the underworld. With the strength of this evil ghost, it could not hurt him.
It's not necessarily true for this crane.
Creatures from the underworld have a strong aura of the underworld. If this crane takes a hit, it will be seriously injured even if it does not die.
Without Xianhe, Zhao Hua would not be able to go to Wanfenling. Not to mention, he would have to explain to the elder Xianhe when he returned.
"What a strange evil spirit!"
Lu Wu stretched out his hand, took a photo from a distance, and took one of Yang Ji's claws that had not been chopped into pieces. He caught it in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully:
"This evil ghost seems different from other evil ghosts we have seen. It has suckers on its claws, and these smooth cliffs cannot stop it at all."
"It should be a variant of the evil ghost from the underworld."
There was a look of recollection in Pan Chen's eyes, and his expression became more solemn. He had read some miscellaneous books about the underworld, so he knew some about the situation in the underworld.
"Everyone, be careful. The environment of the underworld is harsh and the terrain is complex. There are more than one kind of mutated evil ghosts there. Since one appears here, there must be other mutated evil ghosts. Don't be careless."
"Mutant evil ghost?"
Yang Ji glanced at the incomplete claw in Lu Wu's hand, thinking deeply in his heart.
Heading northwest, the five of them hurried on while eliminating the evil spirits. The closer they got to Wanfenling, the more creatures in the underworld there were.
Everything was misunderstood by Pan Chen, who looked down from a high altitude. Many underworld creatures were densely packed, including many mutant creatures, all exuding a strong aura of death.
"Bah!"
The wind was fierce. A sharp sound beam came from the ground, piercing the five cranes in the sky like sharp thorns. The five cranes just shook slightly, and then continued to move forward.
"This is a sonic evil spirit. It has evolved the ability to deal with flying natural enemies in the underworld. It can attack with sonic waves."
Pan Chen looked at the evil ghost below that looked like a toad, with its mouth turned upward and drooling, paused, and then said:
"But these evil spirits are obviously not high enough. Otherwise, we might all fall down."
Yang Ji looked down and nodded, remembering the "Lion's Roar" of the second level of martial arts. A martial artist's Qi Luck Dantian, using the "Lion's Roar" Kung Fu, can kill the flying birds passing by in the sky.
The abilities of these sonic demons are obviously similar. However, the crane is obviously not an ordinary bird, and these demons do not have their own abilities.
"go!"
Yang Ji was as motionless as a rock on the back of the crane, but he was not slow at all under his hands. With a flash of light, the five flying swords turned into a spinning killing machine, sweeping through the group of evil ghosts.
All I saw were heads rolling, Yang Ji's sword shining everywhere, and evil ghosts lying in the dust with their bodies and heads in different places.
After the battle until now, if Pan Chen and Zhao Hua want to climb off the crane's back, kill them and then return from the demon group, there are already many risks. At least it is dangerous for the crane.
So a few people simply lent the flying sword to Yang Ji, so that it could display its power even more.
"laugh!"
Yang Ji's "Sword Disciple's Power" now demonstrated a powerful group attack ability. Wherever it passed, people were turned upside down. The five flying swords formed a fast killing machine.
Almost all the evil spirits in the mountains and plains fell in droves.
Yang Ji practiced the ancient "Sword Code" and gained more and more experience. The five flying swords in his hands had reached a level of flexibility that was unbelievable to Zhao Hua, Pan Chen and others who were watching.
The flying sword in Yang Ji's hand seemed to have its own life. Each sword was aimed at the weak point between the joints of the cervical vertebrae of the evil ghost in the underworld.
With one strike of the sword, it was like entering an uninhabited land. Without wasting any effort, Yang Ji easily killed an evil ghost, reducing the consumption of the flying sword to the minimum.
"What kind of martial arts are you practicing this little junior brother? It's incredible."
Lin Qingyan and others were filled with admiration.
The crane fluttered its wings and the five of them hurried on their way while exterminating the creatures in the underworld. The weather was getting colder and colder, and the sky was getting gloomier.
About an hour later, everyone finally arrived at their destination.
From a distance, I saw an area shrouded in gray fog, lifeless and boundless, and outside, many evil ghosts were wandering around.
Sitting on the back of the crane, even though he was far away, Yang Ji could feel a bit of cold air sweeping over him, making him feel like winter.
"What a weird weather."
Yang Ji's nose twitched twice, and he smelled a dark and rancid smell in the air.
"It's really different here. Last time we came here, it was just covered in gray fog, but now, it's like another world."
Pan Chen sat on the back of the crane and looked into the distance.
"Let's go there first."
Zhao Hua said.
After driving the crane forward for about a thousand feet, the five cranes stopped and flapped their wings in the air, but did not move forward. It was as if there was an invisible wall in front of them, blocking them.
Zhao Hua scolded him several times, but to no avail.
"never mind."
Yang Ji weighed it in his mind and stopped Zhao Hua:
"Animals can also sense danger, even more acutely than us humans. They must have sensed the danger ahead and don't want to go forward. Just get off here."
Yang Ji visually checked the distance and found that it was about half a mile away. It was almost there. If he came down early, he could avoid attracting too much attention from evil spirits.
"Oh well."
Pan Chen pondered for a moment and nodded:
"Yang Ji, we can only take you here. We won't go inside. It's useless to go there. It's foggy. Not only won't we be able to help you, but I'm afraid it will also drag you down."
"Um."
Yang Ji nodded. He said goodbye to everyone, then took a deep breath and suddenly turned over from the crane's back and fell down.
"Buzz!"
When it was close to the ground, there was a flash of light, and Yang Ji turned into a black shadow, sinking into the depths of the earth like liquid. There was not even a single ripple.
"Junior brother's martial arts are really getting better and better."
Pan Chen watched this scene from the back of the crane and sighed.
"Yes! Looking back, it seems like yesterday when he just walked in."
Lu Wu also sighed.
Although he always disagreed with Yang Ji's actions, he had to admit that to this day, Yang Ji's attainments in martial arts far surpassed theirs.
"No matter what, I still hope he can succeed."
Zhao Hua stood on the crane's back and said silently.
With one word, there was a lot of silence in the sky. The four of them looked at the place where Yang Ji disappeared, with a lot of hope in their pupils.
Yang Ji has reached the sixth level of martial arts. Not many people know this secret. But as the people closest to Yang Ji, a few people know it.
This time, the disaster in the underworld is coming fiercely, and the four of them understand the danger better than anyone else. However, the four of them are limited in what they can do. They can only choose to fight conservatively on the outside.
The three of them knew it well. This time, if even Yang Ji failed, then in the entire Iron Crown Sect, except for the elders, no one among the disciples could calm down this drastic change.
"Let's go, let's wait outside for news."
In just a short time, Pan Chen came to his senses and flew out on the crane. Behind him, the three of them followed closely.
…
"Too dark!"
Yang Ji drove the boat through the underground.
This is not the first time he has escaped underground. But this time the feeling is very different. The underground environment seems darker, and the stratum is filled with a strong smell of darkness, evil, and decay. There is also that pungent smell.
The smell of death.
However, Dixingzhou is more comfortable here and its speed is much faster than other places.
"The Dixingzhou is an evil magic weapon. It seems that the environment here has begun to affect this magic weapon."
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Yang Ji's Dixingzhou was refined by the elders of the Iron Crown Sect, and the evil spirit in it was eliminated. It was replaced with blood energy to make it easier for the disciples of the sect to use.
But now, Yang Ji can feel that a trace of evil energy is actively getting into the "Earth Boat", trying to influence this evil magical weapon and restore it to its original evil character.
The strata parted like water waves. The ground boat slid silently among them. Yang Ji could feel the countless evil ghosts wandering above his head, and could also hear the sounds of them grinding their teeth and screaming.
Some evil ghosts seemed to sense something, lying on the ground and sniffing vigorously. Some evil ghosts dug their claws into the ground, trying to catch Yang Ji who was passing below, but they were doomed to be in vain.
"It should be about half a mile away."
Yang Ji silently calculated the direction and distance in his mind. It was impossible to tell the direction underground, so Yang Ji could only rely on his own memory and the direction he had seen before.
The air is getting colder and colder, and even Dixingzhou's protective halo cannot stop it. In Yang Ji's perception, the entire Wanfenling Ridge is like a huge dark storm, filled with endless unknowns.
"I wonder where the Confucian treasure is?"
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
Historians will not lie, but the legend still cannot be confirmed. Yang Ji can only sense it through literary energy. But I don't know if it is because it is too dark, evil, and deathly, so Yang Ji can't feel Wanfen at all.
There is a tiny bit of awe-inspiring aura in the mountains.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the boat shook, and Yang Ji could clearly feel the resistance from the soil in front of him increasing. It was as if he was entering a medium with a completely different density from one medium.
"We should have truly entered Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge..."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart, an invisible sense of pressure and crisis rose in his heart. Yang Ji held back his breath and carefully escaped towards the center.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, Di Xingzhou seemed to have hit something. Yang Ji's heart skipped a beat. When he looked up, he saw a pair of withered bones covered in black stains. A head that was about to disintegrate hung down and looked at Yang Ji. Two lifeless bodies looked at Yang Ji.
The gloomy eyes slowly flew away from Yang Ji's field of vision.
Where there is the first body, there is the second body, the third body, the fourth body...
Thousands of endless skeletons, exuding a strong aura of death, came one after another from the front...
"Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge!"
Yang Ji's heart trembled slightly, and a thought flashed through his mind.
Until this moment, he truly confirmed that he had really entered Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge, a place of war in countless eras! (To be continued...)