Weaving through the pile of weapons and walking to the center of the hall, Yang Ji finally saw what that thing looked like...
"It turns out to be a sand table!"
Yang Ji was secretly surprised.
The underground palace of the Skeleton Ghost King is full of treasures, but in the middle is this sand table that is the size of a house, and it also occupies the most important central position.
Yang Ji stood by the sand table and took a look. He saw the ups and downs on the sand table, all kinds of hills, fields, cities, forests... everything was there.
The real thing is that although a sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.
Yang Ji took a quick look and quickly found the Iron Crown Sect, followed by Langya City. Once these two places were identified, Yang Ji quickly determined the location of Wanfenling.
Different from what Yang Ji and others came into contact with, the Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge on the sand table was clear and clear, without the slightest fog covering it.
"It turns out that the real Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge is like this. This Skeleton Ghost King has put a lot of effort into it, and he really knows it like the back of his hand. But what is it doing as a sand table? And why should it be placed in such an important position?"
Yang Ji was secretly confused.
Compared with the treasures in the entire underground palace, this sand table is as dusty and insignificant. Placing such a sand table in the center of the underground palace hall does seem puzzling.
"Nothing is wrong. The Skeleton Ghost King has set up a big sand table here. He must have some agenda."
Yang Ji thought secretly in his heart.
Suddenly, Yang Ji remembered the battle at the Tianyin Sect General Altar. At that time, he didn't even care about the Skeleton Ghost King who lived far away in Wanfen Ridge in the northwest.
But it was this ghost king who lurked aside and used the mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole behind, unexpectedly seizing the energy of the ancient evil spirit.
Even the leader of Tianyin Sect was caught off guard.
If anyone underestimates this skeleton ghost king, this is the best example.
Yang Ji's heart moved, and he carefully looked at the sand table in the center of the hall again. The entire sand table was made of soil and sand. At first glance, it seemed nothing special.
But when Yang Ji examined it carefully, he finally found something different.
"Huh? There seems to be a little more here."
Yang Ji's eyes were fixed on a point on the sand table, to the north of Wanfenling. There was something extra at that location. At first glance, it looked like a small bag, but after taking a closer look, Yang Ji finally understood what it was.
"altar!"
Yang Ji took a deep breath. On this sand table, the Skeleton Ghost King constructed an altar with extremely delicate techniques.
Although the altar is small, all the structures are clearly visible. It is obvious that the Skeleton Ghost King is very fond of this altar.
Wherever there is a first, there is a second. Based on the miniature altar he discovered, Yang Ji quickly discovered the second, third, fourth... and fifth altar on the sand table.
These five altars are either distributed in deep mountains or in forests. In short, they are all inaccessible places. And after careful inspection, Yang Ji also discovered that not all of the five altars are distributed in Langya County, but some are scattered in other places.
The county is also an inaccessible place.
The five altars form a huge regular pentagon with Pingchuan Castle as the center.
"His!"
After seeing this, Yang Ji couldn't help but take a breath:
"——The Skeleton Ghost King actually has other helpers!!"
Forget it about Langya County, but even other counties have altars for the Skeleton Ghost King. This is definitely not something he can complete alone.
At this moment, Yang Ji suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
He always thought that the skeleton ghost king of Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge was a loner, and even if he cooperated with the evil prince, it would only be temporary, a cooperation of interests, not a real alliance.
But the moment he saw this sand table, Yang Ji suddenly realized that everyone, including the elders in the sect, may have completely wrong perceptions of this unusually low-key Skeleton Ghost King.
The culprit of the disaster in the Northwest Ten Thousand Graves Ridge is probably far more than just the Skeleton Ghost King. Behind him, there must be other forces or people behind the scenes!
"Who is it? In addition to the evil prince, who else is cooperating with it? This skeleton ghost king's mind is really too deep. This sand table is so detailed. It is definitely not possible for a person who is trapped in Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge every day.
Made."
"Everyone thinks that this skeleton ghost king is low-key and that it keeps to itself. But in fact, it may not be at Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge for most of the year. No one even knows that it has already become powerful.
Collusion."
…
Yang Ji's mind was filled with countless thoughts in the blink of an eye. There were actually other forces hidden behind the Skeleton Ghost King. It was absolutely shocking to hear this.
But Yang Ji didn't understand, what was the purpose of these people? To destroy Langya County? What good would this do?
And from the perspective of the Skeleton Ghost King, what are the benefits of doing this? Will it increase its skill if more people die?
But if it has no benefit at all, then why does it do such meaningless things? Could it be that it actually serves other people?
Looking at this sand table, Yang Ji felt his vest getting cold. He had never thought deeply about this action.
Even before going down the mountain this time, Yang Ji subconsciously regarded this as a very simple mission: a crazy evil creature was trying to destroy the world, and his mission was to stop it and defeat it.
But if what is on the sand table is true, then this matter may be far more than that simple.
"These altars are all very far away. Even if I rush over to the several altars in the county now, I'm afraid it will take me a few days, and it's not easy to find. As for the ones outside the county, it's impossible to live in a different place...
, and the Skeleton Ghost King has asked a strong man like the Evil Prince to help, so it will never be destroyed easily."
Yang Ji lowered his head and was silent. The more he thought about it, the heavier he became. The evil prince could fight to a draw with Yang Xuanlan, so it was not easy to challenge him.
Yang Ji thought of the Skeleton Ghost King again, "The skeleton has the realm of the Wuzong, and it has also stolen the energy of the Tianyin Sect's evil spirits. If it is not the mastermind of this operation, then what on earth is it that instigated it to let a person
Wu Zong obediently asked me to punish him."
It was so quiet in the underground palace that you could hear a needle drop. Yang Ji could even hear his own heavy heartbeat clearly. A strong man at the seventh level of martial arts at the Martial Sect level was already quite terrifying.
If you want to command a strong man in the martial arts realm, you must be stronger than him. That can only be an eighth-level martial arts master with wolfish blood, a ninth-level martial master with masculine blood, or even a pure-yang martial saint!
Just thinking about the experts at those levels makes Yang Ji feel his scalp numb. The gap increases as you go to the tenth level of martial arts, which Yang Ji has personally confirmed.
If a general-level warrior at the sixth level of martial arts does not have special magical weapons, no matter how many people come, they will not be able to deal with a real martial arts master, and they will not even be able to hurt a single hair.
This is the gap between top warriors.
"Yang Ji, are you okay?"
Suddenly a confused female voice came into his ears. Yang Ji came back to his senses, turned around and saw Luo Yunzi standing in front of a pile of ancient armors six or seven feet away, looking at him in surprise.
"Ah! It's okay."
Yang Ji quickly shook his head.
"It's okay."
Luo Yunzi had a strange look on her face. There were treasures everywhere in this underground hall. She was originally looking for useful things, but she didn't expect to find Yang Ji standing there with a pale face, motionless, and there was even cold sweat on his forehead. seep out.
"Bie Jing stood there in a daze. We have entered Baoshan now. Don't enter Baoshan and come back empty-handed. Although the Skeleton Ghost King is not here, he may come back at any time. We still hurry up and get as much as we can."
Luo Yunzi advised kindly.
Yang Ji smiled knowingly, gave him an "I understand" look, and said with a smile: "I understand, thank you."
No matter what the background or origin of this skeleton ghost king is, it doesn't matter. Just like Luo Yunzi said, the top priority is not to enter the treasure mountain and return empty-handed. As for the other things, we will talk about it later.
Yang Ji composed himself, projected the entire sand table, and memorized it in his mind. Then he walked away.
"I wonder what those black flags planted elsewhere mean?"
When leaving, Yang Ji thought of five strange black flags in other areas of the sand table, and a thought flashed through his mind.
The underground palace of the Skeleton Ghost King is not small, but it is not as huge as expected. The entire underground palace is actually where it lives and stores treasures.
In the entire hall, among the mountains of treasures, the most obvious one is the huge black throne at the top of the hall.
This throne is more than one foot long and nearly two feet high. It seems like countless black pythons are entangled together to form this throne.
The throne is surrounded by reliefs of ferocious bones, demons, poisonous snakes, and poisonous flowers, which looks extremely terrifying.
On this throne, Yang Ji felt the residual strong pressure. This was the aura of the Wuzong level. Alien pressure was always stronger than that of humans.
"The strength is indeed strong, but it's a pity that the aesthetic vision is really hard to praise."
Yang Ji shook his head. Looking at this throne, he could imagine the Skeleton Ghost King sitting on it, looking down at his treasures in the hall.
It must be very enjoyable for him to look at this collection.
Yang Ji looked at the throne for a moment, and soon noticed a dark golden dragon-headed staff next to the throne.
This dragon-headed staff seems to be movable, and the other end of the staff is integrated with the main hall. However, Yang Ji noticed that the location of the staff's dragon head was unusually bright and seemed to be touched and used frequently.
A look of doubt flashed across Yang Ji's face, and he quickly closed his eyes. In his mind, he imagined a child like the Skeleton Ghost King sitting high on the throne.
"I see."
Yang Ji's heart moved, and he suddenly walked up from the hall, stepped over several dark gold steps, held the dragon-headed staff next to him with both hands, and pulled it hard——
"Whoosh!"
The next moment, with a swish sound, a huge scroll unrolled and hung down from the top of the hall facing the throne. In Yang Ji's eyes, a faint black color floated, and an unprecedented painting suddenly appeared. In this underground palace.
This is a huge scene portrait:
Behind the dark sky and dark ground, the land is barren, and there are countless ferocious ghosts with different expressions. The evil ghosts roar and walk through the thick smoke in the void.
The portrait is very vivid, and all the ghosts are vivid and lifelike. If you look carefully, you can even hear their roars coming from the painting.
"This is... a sutra painting!"
After seeing the entire sutra painting clearly, Yang Ji was stunned.
——This is not a scene picture at all, but a huge sutra painting that has never been seen before!
"Yang Ji, what did you do?"
Luo Yunzi raised her head from the treasure and looked at the giant painting in front of her, with surprise and uncertainty on her face. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!