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It was quiet in the darkness, and Yang Ji stood there in a daze, feeling that his mind was blank.
"You know you can't do it, but do it; you know you can do it, but don't do it; you know you can't do it, but you do it, you know you can do it, but don't do it..."
Yang Ji murmured to himself. I don’t know how long it took, but Yang Ji’s mind gradually calmed down. Looking at the boulder in front of him, Director Yang suddenly seemed to understand something in his heart, and couldn’t help but let out a long sigh.
"You know what you can't do, but do it; you know you can do it, but don't do it... It turns out that Confucianism never examines words!"
Yang Ji let out a long sigh in his heart.
The test of Confucianism has never been simple writing skills. The reason why no one has been able to break the secret of this huge stone for so long is not like what I imagined. Everyone got into the corner and failed to think of the real answer.
Perhaps among ten thousand people, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine have gone astray, and there will definitely be one person who can truly guess the answer to the riddle.
"You know what can't be done, but do it; you know you can do it, but don't do it." No matter what is written on the boulder, it is useless. Because the fundamental test is the human heart!
And I have already lost this opportunity.
"well!"
With a long sigh, Yang Ji controlled the boat and turned around in despair.
If he couldn't guess the answer to the riddle, Yang Ji would still be reluctant and try once, twice or three times. But knowing the real answer, Yang Ji was speechless.
Because he knew that even if he had to do it over ten times, a hundred times, or a thousand times, no matter how many times he wrote on the boulder, "If you know you can't do it, do it; if you know you can do it, don't do it." It would be useless.
This is not the fault of others, but that I simply did not meet the requirements on the boulder.
"It seems that this treasure really has no connection with me."
Yang Ji said calmly in his heart, and then rose to the ground.
"call!"
The moment he emerged from the ground, a cool breeze hit him, blowing chills on his body. But Yang Ji felt much more awake. There was gray mist in front of his eyes, and there were faint screams and fighting sounds in his ears.
"Senior Brother Yang, Senior Brother Yang, are you?——"
Suddenly, a sound of surprise came from behind, followed by the sound of clothes breaking through the air.
Yang Ji suddenly turned around. He saw a group of warriors wearing Iron Crown Sect uniforms running toward him with joyful faces. The leader was a young man whom he had never seen before. His eyes were firm and he looked very independent.
"Who are you?"
Yang Ji looked surprised. Wanfenling is a forbidden area, and few disciples of the Iron Crown Sect dared to enter here in the past.
"Senior brother, but I know that you are the number one leader in Wu!"
The leader of the Iron Crown Sect disciple's eyes were sharp and his face was excited. Behind him, the four Iron Crown Sect disciples also had excited faces.
"Senior Brother Yang!"
Everyone said.
Yang Ji nodded and said unexpectedly:
"It's very dangerous here. How could you come so far?"
"Senior brother, it's not just us. All the elders and senior brothers of our sect have entered here. You will know after listening to it."
"Elder Qiu has found out the truth. The elders are here to stop the Skeleton Ghost King!"
"The elders also said before that Senior Brother Yang has entered here. I didn't expect to meet Senior Brother Yang."
"...But the current situation is not good for us. The elders have told us to take everyone out of here quickly. Senior brother, you should leave quickly."
…
Everyone spoke to each other and described what happened in detail. The roar of air waves could be heard in the ears, and it could be felt from a long distance. It seemed that even the ground under the feet was under the influence of the air waves.
Trembling slightly.
From the feel, this is definitely Wuzong level.
"So fast?"
Yang Ji was secretly surprised. Things were developing much faster than he thought. It seemed that the elders in the faction had been forced to venture into Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge to deal with the Skeleton Ghost King.
"Let's go!"
Yang Ji's eyes flashed with light and he waved: "Come up, everyone."
"Yes. Senior brother!"
A group of people jumped on Yang Ji's ground boat and quickly swept away in the thick fog.
"Ouch!——"
The howls of evil spirits from the underworld could be heard in the thick fog. He didn't know if it was an illusion. Yang Ji felt that the coldness in the air seemed to be thicker than before.
"call!"
The wind was howling, and evil spirits were drooling brown and yellow, and they were attacking from all directions with great agility.
"Brother, be careful!"
A disciple of the Iron Crown Sect couldn't help shouting.
"Qiang!"
It was too late to say, but it was so fast. There was a clang, and the cold light flashed past. The five-headed evil ghost that rushed in front of Yang Ji was stagnated in mid-air, and its body was cut into several pieces like pieces of paper. It fell into the dust.
middle.
"Groan!"
Cold light flashed, and the sky filled with dragon chants. In the eyes of everyone in amazement, ten flying swords circled in the sky like swimming dragons. They moved around, firmly protecting the earthly boat in the middle.
"Walk!"
Yang Ji stretched out a finger and waved it in the air. The ten flying swords flashed with cold light, forming an array like a group of sharks, protecting everyone and rushing forward.
The first level of Yang Ji's "Sword Code" has been completed a long time ago. Now that he has obtained ten flying swords, he is instantly more powerful. The ten flying swords form a dense sword formation, which is like destroying everything they pass. Gods block and kill gods, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas.
"laugh!--"
One after another, the evil spirits fell in front of the crowd, and their bodies were broken into several pieces. No matter how many evil ghosts there were, they could hardly stop the crowd even half a step.
Whether it is the Bloodthirsty Sword or the Yellow Dragon Sword, both are extremely sharp. The sharp blade passes through the bones without even making a sound. It is like cutting through the water.
Behind Yang Ji, there was silence. Several Iron Crown Sect disciples had already been stunned.
The Iron Crown Sect has many sword skills, and even beginners can learn outstanding sword skills such as "Blue Dragon Sword Technique". And those at a higher level can also be exposed to high-level sword techniques such as "Dian Mu Sword Technique"
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But I have never seen Yang Ji's majestic swordsmanship.
The creature from the underworld that made everyone throw rat weapons could not even stand firm for a second in front of Yang Ji, it was completely effortless.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Evil ghosts one after another, densely packed, fell behind Yang Ji. Yang Ji's land boat was like a strong wind passing through, setting off a wave of death in the Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge.
There was a gray mist in front of me. The closer I got to where the sound of fighting came from, the more underworld creatures rushed around me. If there were only a few of them rushing towards me at the beginning, then it turned into more than a dozen or several.
Ten or even more evil spirits kept coming.
Among them are some mutant evil spirits that are very agile and extremely powerful. All the evil ghosts are almost endless. There are tens of thousands of them, but it is impossible to kill them all.
"many!"
Yang Ji frowned, as a strong fishy and decaying smell floated in the air.
"Bah!"
Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the thick fog, and the sound ripped through the void and echoed in all directions.
"Senior Brother Yang, be careful, they are evil people. They have joined forces with the Skeleton Ghost King!"
The disciple of the Iron Crown Sect with firm eyes suddenly reminded.
However, he reminded that Yang Ji could already feel the evil energy scattered like stars in the thick fog. Buzz! The next moment, it was as if he could smell the smell. The fog surged, and within Yang Ji's field of vision, hundreds of pale ghosts from the underworld could be seen.
Suddenly he turned his head and looked at Yang Ji with a pair of strange and sinister eyes.
"Ouch!——"
To be continued...