Yang Ji's attention at this time was all focused on the sutra painting that suddenly fell in front of him. It was really surprising that this thing suddenly fell from the ceiling of the underground palace.
However, what Yang Ji paid most attention to was the sutra painting itself.
"This is...the Skeleton Ghost King's method of transportation!"
Yang Ji imagined the Skeleton Ghost King sitting on the throne, and finally saw some clues. After reaching the military commander level, the blood in the body becomes denser and heavier, and luck becomes slower and slower, so it is necessary to
Furthermore, the more powerful transportation technique absorbs a huge range of vitality in the world and destroys the circulation of blood and energy in the body.
Yang Ji had just entered the military general level, so this kind of problem in his body was not obvious yet. Moreover, the "Five Ghost Transport" that Bai Yuanyuan gave him was far more powerful than the ordinary energy and blood transporting technique, so there would be no such problem for the time being.
However, as time goes by and the cultivation level further improves, the problem of qi and blood flow in Yang Ji's body will become more and more obvious.
After the blood energy is consumed, the recovery process will become slower and slower. Because the "Five Ghost Transport Technique" of the third level of martial arts can no longer push the heavy blood energy in the body.
And Yang Ji has not acquired any intermediate handling skills until now.
"If this is the Skeleton Ghost King's energy and blood transfer technique... maybe it can be used by me!"
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and he was immediately moved.
The Skeleton Ghost King is a spirit that has been transformed from a thousand-year-old skeleton. Of course, it has no energy or blood. However, it can use this intermediate martial arts to mobilize the huge vitality between heaven and earth to enhance its own strength.
If the Skeleton Ghost King uses this sutra painting to practice, then maybe he can also use it...
Thinking of this, a dazzling light flashed across Yang Ji's eyes.
The intermediate skill of transferring energy and blood is extremely precious and is a secret skill of each sect. In the Iron Crown Sect, only the elders of the sect are qualified to practice it.
If he had not made an unprecedented and huge contribution to the sect, I am afraid that it would not be given easily. If the sutra painting in front of me is as I guessed, then its value is extremely huge.
It even surpasses far more than the eleven Yellow Dragon Swords he collected before.
It was quiet in the darkness, and Yang Ji's heart was beating loudly. No one knew when the Skeleton Ghost King would come back, so Yang Ji must seize the time.
Yang Ji thought about it, and his eyes quickly focused on this huge gray sutra painting.
"Buzz!"
The moment he concentrated his mental power, the sutra painting in front of him suddenly changed, roar! A violent roar passed into his ears, and everything in the sutra painting suddenly became active.
"Jie Jie Jie!..."
"Hey hey hey!..."
"Hahaha……"
…
Hundreds of sinister and strange laughter burst out from the sutra paintings and reached Yang Ji's ears. Where Yang Ji's gaze was focused, there was a green-faced, fanged-looking man with messy hair and muscles as knotted as iron.
The evil ghost suddenly came to life, and its limbs were dancing. The pair of copper bell-like eyes also slowly turned, as if they were about to turn and look at Yang Ji...
"Gegege!..."
In the darkness, the entire underground palace was suddenly filled with the sound of continuous skeletal movement. On the huge sutra paintings, in one place, two places, three places... densely packed evil ghosts came to life under Yang Ji's eyes.
They are full of evil and dark atmosphere. And the entire desolate world has turned into a ghostly world.
"Gegege..."
"Hahaha……"
The sound of crazy laughter filled his ears, and Yang Ji's eyes suddenly changed. The huge picture in front of him suddenly zoomed in infinitely closer. There was a buzzing sound, and his eyes changed, and Yang Ji suddenly found that he had entered another world.
A completely strange world!
There was dark brown land under his feet. There was no soil and it was all hard rock. Yang Ji could even feel that the surface of the rock under his feet was like sharp ridges like waves. Each root was like a thorn.
This is a deserted world.
The ground was filled with gloomy air. Yang Ji looked around and saw hundreds of ferocious evil spirits scattered in the mist. Each one of them was either roaring, fighting, swallowing air, scratching their feet, standing or standing...
…,everyone is different!
"Crack!"
A deafening roar came from above his head. Yang Ji raised his head and saw dark clouds rolling deep in the sky, boundless and covering the entire sky.
This is a day and night, a world of ghosts!
"Incredible, this is completely different from the "Five Ghost Transport" that Bai Yuanyuan gave me. It is indeed an intermediate qi and blood transport technique!"
Yang Ji looked at the world around him and was filled with emotion.
Yang Ji is no stranger to this feeling of soul entering into a sutra painting. He can completely feel the majestic energy contained in this sutra painting.
"Buzz!"
Almost at the same time, a piece of information came into his mind. Yang Ji immediately knew the name of this sutra painting:
"Hundred Ghosts at Night".
This is the name of this sutra painting, which contains a powerful technique of transporting luck, "Hundred Ghost Transport".
The message that appeared in Yang Ji's mind was very short. Apart from the name of the sutra and painting and the exercises contained in it, there was nothing else.
"I just know the name of the technique, but I don't know how to understand it?"
Yang Ji secretly frowned.
As soon as this idea came up, a sudden change occurred
"Roar!"
An unusually loud roar suddenly came from his ears, the sound was ferocious and violent. Before Yang Ji could react, with a roar, a ferocious evil spirit with black muscles and as hard as iron suddenly rushed towards Yang Ji from the diagonal brake.
come over.
"I see!"
Yang Ji's heart moved, and he understood. Just like the original "boxing is about the intention first," it seems that if you want to understand this secret skill, you must first defeat these evil ghosts of scriptures and paintings.
"The fairy rainbow penetrates the sun!"
Yang Ji's heart moved, and he wanted to draw his sword and kill this evil ghost. However, when he touched his hand, it came up empty.
"No, I forgot that this is the world of Sutras and Paintings!"
Yang Ji froze and dodged the attack on one side. However, the evil ghost's reaction was much faster than Yang Ji imagined. As soon as his eyes darkened, a giant claw of green iron suddenly grabbed at Yang Ji.
past.
"boom!"
The fists and palms met, making a metallic sound. Yang Ji's hands were numb and he couldn't help but step back.
"Without swords, without blood..., nothing can be used."
Yang Ji looked solemn, finally knowing the test method of this picture of a hundred ghosts walking at night.
Once the soul enters the sutra painting, it can no longer use anything. Swords, blood energy, magical weapons, martial arts... all of these cannot be used in the sutra painting.
Yang Ji was completely knocked down and became an ordinary person in the world of ghosts.
If only that was it.
The ghosts in these paintings are all evil and terrifying. Their skin is black and their muscles are knotted. They look like metal, but in fact... they are like that!
When Yang Ji fought with this evil ghost, he felt that what he hit was not a body of flesh and blood, but a piece of hard steel.
How can such an evil spirit be conquered?
Yang Ji felt solemn in his heart. The only good news now is that except for this evil ghost, the other evil ghosts seemed to pretend that he did not exist and did not attack him.
"The most powerful thing about a warrior is his blood energy and martial arts. Without these, he is no different from an ordinary person. It is too difficult for intermediate levels of energy and blood to carry sutras and paintings, and everyone is back to the starting point."
Yang Ji's mind was filled with thoughts. The only thing he was thankful for now was that despite the restrictions on his health and martial arts, he could still use his fighting instincts and skills in this space.
The next moment, Yang Ji changed his tactics. He adopted the tactic of using his own strength to fight with you, and fought with this evil ghost again...
"boom!"
I don't know how long it took, but Yang Ji was shocked and retreated from the world of classics and paintings.
"It's too difficult! It's like asking an ordinary person to fight a warrior."
Yang Ji bent down, holding his knees with his hands, sweating profusely.
To be continued...