Densely packed skeletons rushed toward him, and Yang Ji had to control the boat and carefully avoid the corpses buried underground. At the same time, he sank deeper into the ground.
"There are so many corpses. No wonder it's called Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge. There are tens of thousands of people buried here, not just 10,000."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart. Through the pale yellow halo emanating from the ground boat, Yang Ji saw a dense forest of human bones, rushing towards him one after another.
Surrounded by strong Yin Qi, death Qi and evil Qi, everything here is unknown. Except for evil ways, there are only a handful of sect disciples who have gone deep into the underground of Wanfenling.
No one knew where the Wuzong-level skeleton ghost king was hiding. Yang Ji did not dare to be careless. He restrained his aura and went down cautiously.
It was quiet all around, except for the sound of my own heartbeat.
Yang Ji held his breath, and while diving down, he read the "Book of Great Confucianism" between his eyebrows and searched silently.
"The teacher said that an imperial master once sensed the aura of awe-inspiring energy here. Why can't I sense anything?"
Yang Ji frowned and said secretly.
In his perception, the evil energy was billowing in Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge, and there was darkness. He could not feel the so-called awe-inspiring aura at all.
Yang Ji frowned and continued to drive the boat deeper into the depths.
It was impossible to tell the direction underground, so Yang Ji could only rely on his previous memories to correct his direction.
As he advanced, he dived all the way, getting further and further away from the surface. The screams of the evil spirits seemed to disappear. However, the filthiness and sinister atmosphere in the ground became heavier and heavier.
And the deeper you go, the darker and turbid aura becomes heavier, like a vast ocean, exuding this turbid evil energy day and night.
"What did this skeleton ghost king do?"
Yang Ji frowned deeply. The smell emanating from here was exactly the same as the evil smell he smelled in other places.
There is no doubt that the evil forces that cast shadows over the northwest sky and wither plants are definitely related to Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge.
The underground was dark, and Yang Ji could not feel the existence of any other living things underground. It seemed that in this world, no one else existed except him.
In this kind of dark circle, you can't feel the passage of time.
Yang Ji could only estimate by himself.
After about a cup of tea, Yang Ji suddenly felt a shock all over his body. He felt that from the depths of the earth about a mile away, two groups of strong life breaths appeared in his perception like burning suns.
Their aura was very powerful and mighty, like a storm. Moreover, they appeared so naked in Yang Ji's perception without any cover-up or intention.
"The sixth level of martial arts general level!"
Yang Ji's eyelids twitched, and a look of surprise flashed across his face: "What is this?"
These two groups of things gave him a very powerful feeling, almost completely different from the original "Yi Xiantian". They were filled with a strong breath of life. This was impossible for any other life.
Wanfenling is the territory of the Skeleton Ghost King, but Yang Ji can be sure that these two groups of vigorous things are definitely not the Skeleton Ghost King.
And logically, there shouldn't be life deep in the earth.
For a moment, Yang Ji couldn't help but become curious.
"Go over and have a look."
As soon as Yang Ji thought about it, he immediately drove the boat and turned into a stream of light. The thick fog boiled deep underground, and the distance of one mile was reached in an instant.
"What's going on? Why is there such a strong rotten smell in the air!"
Before he even got close, Yang Ji smelled a strong smell of decay, as if a wooden door had been decaying underground for thousands of years.
Yang Ji did not dare to be careless. He restrained his breath to the extreme. He stood at a distance and observed from a distance.
Yang Ji's current mental power is extremely powerful. It has surpassed Yang Xuanlan. In terms of mental power, Yang Ji can already suppress all general-level opponents.
It's dark underground, and eyes don't work. The only thing that works is mental power.
The advantage of this is that even if they are face to face, as long as they are not mentally detected, they will not be able to find the other party.
Yang Ji withdrew the blood energy from the boat. The people and the boat lay motionless in the ground like dead things. The surrounding soil surged in like water waves, quickly squeezing Yang Ji into a solid mass.
Without Di Xingzhou's ability to escape from the earth, Yang Ji would not have been able to separate the underground mud layer.
"At least for a quarter of an hour, there won't be any problems."
Yang Ji lay across the depths of the earth. He secretly thought in his heart.
The first thing to train in the martial arts journey is the ability to breathe. Once you reach the tenth level of breathing, you can take a breath and hold on for a quarter of an hour easily and without any pressure, even if there is no air around you.
Yang Ji held his breath and gathered his nerves, his heartbeat dropped to the lowest level, and he lay motionless on the ground.
At this time, if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would have felt like Yang Ji was exactly the same as the sand, earth, rocks, and bones that can be seen everywhere underground. There was no difference.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his mental power suddenly expanded to the extreme, and then spread out like a tide. Boom! The next moment, Yang Ji seemed to have opened another pair of eyes. Everything underground, from rocks and fine particles,
Sand, all in sight.
"What a strange river!"
The moment the spiritual power was released, the first thing Yang Ji saw was a yellow "river". This underground yellow "river" was filthy and heavy, exuding a strong smell of decay and evil all around.
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The evil smell was so pure that it was even more powerful than the most powerful evil warrior Yang Ji had ever come into contact with.
This river is very "pure". Although there are many insects in the underground of Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge due to the gathering of dead bodies, this river is clean and not a single insect dares to climb into this river.
"Danger!"
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and he almost instinctively felt afraid of this dirty river. He had a feeling that the water in this river seemed to be very restraining the warrior's blood.
That kind of nature is completely opposite to the masculinity and fierceness of a warrior's blood. Moreover, Yang Ji also felt that there was a very strong corrosive nature in the river water.
This corrosive nature even caused Yang Ji's mental energy to feel a slight burning pain.
"This is not groundwater at all, nor is it an underground river. How could there be such a thing under Wanfenling?"
Yang Ji's brows furrowed heavily.
This yellow "river" formed an arc, as if it was guarding something. Yang Ji carefully spread his consciousness and slowly waded through this dangerous river, spreading towards the two strong breaths of life he felt.
The next moment, an unexpected discovery occurred.
"This... seems to be an underground palace?!"
Yang Ji stood in the dirt, and his heart was shaken. Deep in the land of Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge, there was actually a huge blue palace.
The palace was so huge that Yang Ji's consciousness could not cover it. Only when his consciousness came into contact with the palace did Yang Ji know what was going on in the river outside.
"This yellow river turned out to be a moat, used to guard the underground palace."
Yang Ji suddenly had a sudden realization. He recalled that the area where the yellow and decaying river passed by happened to surround the underground palace and isolate it from the prying eyes of outsiders.
"The palace made of bronze has copper spots on it and looks very old... Could this be the palace of the Skeleton Ghost King?"
Yang Ji was surprised.
This is really an unexpected discovery.
There is a mysterious palace underground in Wanfenling, which has never been heard before. Yang Ji is sure that Zhao Hua, Pan Chen and the others definitely don't know about it.
Even the elders in the major sects probably don’t know much.
Wanfenling is the territory of the Skeleton Ghost King. It is impossible for it not to know that there is an underground palace underground. Yang Ji suspects that this may be its secret lair.
"This river is definitely not natural, but is man-made to guard this underground palace. The Skeleton Ghost King was afraid that the sect warriors would encircle and suppress it, so he set up this moat to prevent other warriors..."
Yang Ji thought repeatedly in his mind that there were not many rivers in places like Wanfenling that could be used to stop warriors, and there were only a handful of rivers that could play such a role.
"Could it be...that this is the underworld that the gatekeeper said?"
This thought crossed his mind. Yang Ji's heart suddenly started beating, and he felt a stream of blood rushing straight to his face. There were not many things that could make a warrior fearful. Huang Quan was just one of them.
The gatekeeper kept asking himself to look for the underworld, but unexpectedly it was right in front of him.
Where there is a underworld, there must be a passage to the underworld. As long as you pass through there, you will definitely find the "obsidian" the gatekeeper wants and complete the transaction with the gatekeeper.
Thinking of this, Yang Ji couldn't help but feel a little shake in his heart.
"Buzz!"
Almost at the same time, it seemed that Yang Ji's breath was sensed. Two powerful evil and cold breaths streaked through the void and shot out.
These two breaths, one on the left and one on the right, are extremely powerful. Wherever the consciousness sweeps, even the space fluctuates.
"No, they discovered it."
Yang Ji's heart trembled. He lay down in the soil, contracted his breath to a small point, and remained motionless. Even the spiritual power that had been emitted was taken back, not letting any of it escape.
Two powerful general-level auras swept over the mud layer near Yang Ji one after another. Perhaps it was because they never thought that anyone would invade, or perhaps because Yang Ji fell silent quickly, and neither of them seemed to be too careful.
, I just scanned it a few times and found nothing unusual, so I took it back.
It was quiet all around, and Yang Ji didn't move. After waiting for a long time, he didn't find any movement, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"What are these two consciousnesses?"
Yang Ji was surprised.
Those two consciousnesses crossed the underworld and burst out from the underground palace. The moment the consciousness swept over, Yang Ji felt clearly that the strong breath of life did not look like a human being at all.
There is no human warrior whose consciousness fluctuates with such a strong aura of death.
The strong breath of life and the strong breath of death are originally inseparable from each other. However, these two underground creatures are extremely harmonious and blend together without any sense of disobedience. (To be continued...)
