Among the crowd that Yang Ji looked at, Pan Chen, Lu Wu, Lin Qingyan, Zhao Hua, Xu Ziyi, and Luo Yunzi, who had left before, were all there.
Almost all the elites of the Iron Crown Sect are here.
Yang Ji even saw the annoying Wang Chaoming in the crowd!
"how so?"
Yang Ji was taken aback.
Although he had known that several elders had gone deep into Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge before, Yang Ji was still surprised to see such elites from the sect here. Not to mention 100%, at least 90% of the powerful disciples had gathered here.
"Yang Ji, it is indeed you. You came just in time and I need your help."
Pan Chen gasped slightly.
Behind him, Lin Qingyan and others also emerged from the crowd one after another, all of them with happy faces. The group of people looked a little embarrassed, and their blood energy was also consumed a lot. They had obviously gone through a fierce battle.
But everyone is still very happy to be able to gather here.
"What's going on? Why are you all here?"
Yang Ji looked at everyone and was also happy.
"It's a long story. Let's talk about it after we leave here."
Pan Chen glanced around and said.
There was mist all around, and as far as the eye could see, there were vast underworld creatures everywhere, surrounding everyone in the center. If that was all, plus those evil warriors, everyone had been trapped here for a long time.
"Senior brother, another group of evil spirits is coming. They are evil spirits of a different species!——"
In the thick fog, a disciple of the Iron Crown Sect shouted anxiously.
The fog was so heavy that even the disciples of the Iron Crown Sect gathered together could not see clearly.
"Yang Ji, you are here. I will go over to help first."
Pan Chen's expression changed, and before he could say anything more, he quickly disappeared into the mist.
Fighting broke out all around, and the sound of shouting could not be stopped. Compared with before, the sound was a bit louder, as if a new wave of offensive was overcoming them.
"Zhao Hua, Lu Wu, Lin Qingyan, you guys go help the other brothers!"
An old voice came from the thick fog. The voice was full of energy, revealing the pressure of the sect elders. Whoosh! The light flashed, and a majestic figure retreated from the front, with stern eyes and frosty beard.
Piao, it is Elder Qiu of the Iron Crown Sect.
His black hair was scattered, and there was a trickle of sweat on his forehead. It seemed that he had just experienced a fierce battle. He finally got out from the front.
"Yang Ji, you came at the right time! We will retreat soon, but we are trapped by these underworld creatures and cannot move. You have a hand in the boat, find a way to kill those who command the evil ghosts!"
Elder Qiu didn't have time to say hello, so he gave instructions directly with a red face.
"Um."
Yang Ji nodded heavily. Elder Qiu's idea coincided with his. Looking around, he had already seen that those who lived in seclusion in the rear and commanded the waves of evil spirits to attack in an orderly manner, whether to attack or besiege.
Talent is the key to this battle.
These methods used the method of besieging Wei and rescuing Zhao, sparing those with stronger strength, and specially mobilized hundreds of evil spirits to deal with the relatively low-strength disciples of the Iron Crown Sect.
Most of the fighting power of the senior brothers, senior sisters, and elders of the Iron Crown Sect was dragged to these places.
"Buzz!"
Without any time to say anything, Yang Ji controlled the boat and quickly sank into the ground. There were shouts of killing on the ground. Even if Yang Ji was hiding underground, he could not stop him at all.
Yang Ji was not alone, and his powerful mental power spread out like a net, spreading to the extreme. In just a moment, Yang Ji quickly felt an evil cloud in his mental net.
"over there!"
Yang Ji's eyes flashed, and in an instant the man and the boat merged into one, turning into a bolt of lightning and shooting in the direction he felt. Buzz! Yang Ji's body did not move, a cold light flashed behind him, and a sword energy was more dazzling than the sun.
Quickly slash out.
"ah!--"
In a place where Yang Ji couldn't see, a black-robed warrior noticed something unusual. He jumped up with a whooshing sound. But he dodged quickly, and Yang Ji struck faster.
The moment he soared into the air, sharp sword light passed from below, and amidst the shrill screams, there was a flash of blood, and two corpses fell down wrapped in a rain of blood.
"one!"
Yang Ji's eyes were sharp, and with a flash of his body, he controlled the boat like a nimble swimming fish towards the second evil cloud he sensed in his mental net.
"laugh!"
A dazzling sword light emerged from the ground like a flying shark, and struck towards the second black-robed warrior. Hearing a sharp roar, the second black-robed warrior yelled in panic, and gathered all the blood in his body to punch out fiercely.
At the same time, his body moved backwards like lightning.
The strength of this black-robed warrior was obviously stronger than that of the first black-robed warrior. The punch fired out of the void was like a thunderous explosion. The cold, evil black blood energy was vast, and it attacked Yang Ji's sword light crazily.
"His!"
There was a sound like cracking silk, and the mighty black blood energy made a sound like cracking silk when it met Yang Ji's sword light, and was split into two by the sword energy. In the center of the blood energy, the cut place burst into flames, burning with a roar.
The mighty evil spirit was instantly ignited.
Seeing this scene, the second black-robed warrior suddenly opened his eyes wide, and was so shocked that his soul came out of his body: "Martial..."
Before he could utter the words, the tent was cut open by Yang Ji's sharp sword energy with a sound, shaking in the air and falling into dust.
"the second!"
Yang Ji spat out the word lightly, then turned around like a shark and shot away the third target.
Yang Ji himself has the strength of the sixth level of martial arts general level, and he also possesses the ancient and authentic sword practice "Sword Code", as well as the mysterious Mo Ze's natal magic weapon "Hand of Death".
This kind of strength can even fight a seventh-level martial artist, let alone being used for underground assassinations and elusiveness.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yang Ji's man and boat merged into one, like a dominant whale shark in the ocean, haunting the underground and treating the entire Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge as his hunting ground.
His speed was extremely fast, and with a banging sound, one after another, the black-robed warriors fell to the ground on their backs.
In a short period of time, Yang Ji killed at least thirty black-robed warriors hidden in the gray mist and underworld creatures. With each person killed, the situation of everyone in the Iron Crown Sect got a little better.
Although there are many creatures in the underworld, there is no one to direct them, so the threat they pose is far less severe.
"It's really strange! A few months ago, we killed a group of these evil warriors in the underground lair outside the Iron Crown Sect. Even the right envoy Liang Jian died. Another group was killed during the martial arts examination in Langya County; yesterday
I killed another group of people in the advanced base of Wanfenling, and now I have killed more than thirty, and I feel like there are still many more. - When did the evil prince have so many masters around him?"
It was pitch black underground. He couldn't see anything. Yang Ji was secretly surprised as he assassinated without a trace. The masters of the fourth and fifth levels of martial arts were different from the low-level minions. There were many of them.
But the masters of the fourth and fifth levels are different. They are the middle-level backbone of a force. As far as Yang Ji feels, there are probably more masters under the evil prince than the entire Tianyin Sect put together.
But this is impossible!
No matter how powerful the evil prince is, he is just a rising star in the evil world. He is not a senior figure in the sect, and it is impossible to cultivate so many masters.
In addition, Yang Ji clearly remembered that the group of people under the evil prince did not seem to have the ability to control creatures in the underworld, but what is going on now?
"Why does it feel like there are two groups of people?"
Yang Ji looked thoughtful and frowned deeply.
These thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, but Yang Ji's attack was not slow at all. Boom! The soil flew up, rising more than ten feet high, and Yang Ji emerged from the ground like a giant shark.
"The Immortal carries his sword!"
Boom!
The void shook, and in the vast white light, a white light that was more dazzling than the sun shot out from behind Yang Ji. The momentum was devastating and incomparable, pointing directly at a man three feet away. His face wrinkled and he looked a little old.
The black-robed warrior.
"not good!"
The old man in black robes let out a low cry and stretched out a withered black finger to point directly at Yang Ji. The next moment, countless underworld creatures from all directions rushed forward and followed, swooping over and blocking Yang Ji's sword path.
"Roar!"
Among these underworld creatures, there are several humanoid creatures with lean bodies and black hair that look extremely conspicuous. Their skin is dark and looks like black iron, giving people an extremely hard feeling, and they are extremely powerful.
Feel.
Unlike other underworld creatures, these black humanoid creatures look particularly powerful.
"What's this?"
Yang Ji was secretly surprised.
These jet-black humanoid creatures were completely different from the evil ghosts and mutated evil ghosts he had seen before. Regardless of their shape, strength, color... they all felt like another creature.
"Boom!"
Although Yang Ji was confused in his heart, he was not slow at all in his attack. Wherever the bloodthirsty sword passed, it was devastated, and all the evil spirits in front of the flying sword were smashed into pieces by the sharp sword energy. Their limbs were broken into pieces.
The severed arm was scattered across a ten-foot radius in the blinding white light.
boom!
However, when Yang Ji's sword energy hit those dark humanoid creatures, there was a strange sound. Yang Ji felt that what his sword hit was not flesh and blood, but real black iron!
The originally fierce sword energy momentum also suddenly slowed down.
"Hmph! Even if it is real black iron, it will still be cut open by me!"
A cold light flashed in Yang Ji's eyes, and his sword energy exploded. With a roar, the vast snow-white sword energy swept in several black humanoid creatures and cut them into pieces.
"I have Yaksha!——"
A cry of regret came from Xichali, and an imposing-looking old man in black robe stood ten feet away, his face full of pain.
Although Yang Ji's sword energy was powerful, the black-robed old man also successfully escaped Yang Ji's execution by relying on the attacks of the four powerful yakshas.
"You brat, you, you are dead!——"
The old man in black robe pointed at Yang Ji, trembling with anger: "Do you know what you are offending -"
"snort!"
Yang Ji's response was a cold snort, and a sharp cold light flashed across his eyes: "Do you think you can survive?"
"Whoosh!"
It was too late to say, but it was too soon. Just as he was speaking, there was a whoosh!, and a bit of cold light shot from behind the black-robed old man, instantly piercing his chest.
"you you……"
The black-robed old man's pupils were wide open and he looked at Yang Ji. His body shook like chaff, he struggled twice and fell to his knees on the ground.
"laugh!"
Yang Ji just pointed his hand, sword energy burst out, blood suddenly appeared, and the old man in black robe was immediately cut into two and fell to the ground.
boom!
In the chaos, something seemed to fly out of the black-robed old man and fell to the ground. (To be continued)