"If you like to show off your lips and tongue, just show off your lips and tongue as much as possible.
"boom!"
With a burst of energy, Elder Xing retreated as soon as he touched it, and immediately stopped Yang Ji from coming to help:
"Yang Ji, don't worry about this. Leave the evil prince to me. You can take the other brothers and leave first!"
Yang Ji was startled and said worriedly: "But the elder, the evil prince's Ah Bi Kung Fu..."
"You don't have to worry about this. You won't suffer much loss. It's not that easy to take away decades of cultivation."
Elder Xing turned his back to Yang Ji and waved his hand, leaving no room for doubt.
"Boom!"
The ground roared, and the bumps on the ground became more and more serious. Even the naked eye could feel obvious waves. Yang Ji's ears trembled, and he could hear a violent sound of breaking through the air coming here. The huge wave
Yes, the ghostly spirit is getting closer and closer.
"It's the Skeleton Ghost King!"
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind. During the Tianyin Sect's battle, Yang Ji had seen the Skeleton Ghost King's ability to fly into the sky, and was deeply impressed by his energy.
Normal warriors can only fight on the ground. The evil people created the Earth Boat to fight underground. This is already quite abnormal. Coupled with a skeleton ghost king who can escape from the ground and fly into the sky, the form may be even more difficult for everyone.
disadvantage.
Yang Ji had the intention to stay and help the two elders, but he hesitated when he thought of his brothers who were trapped in Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge.
"No! Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge is not a place to stay for a long time. With my strong cultivation, I am still suppressed by the evil, corpse and turbid qi of Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge. My strength is damaged and my blood is sluggish. If it were them, I'm afraid the cultivator
Because the impact is more serious."
Yang Ji was hesitant in his heart.
"Yang Ji, what are you doing? Go quickly!"
Elder Xing noticed that Yang Ji was not moving and screamed. The sharp buzzing in the sky was getting closer and closer, and the Skeleton Ghost King was getting closer and closer.
"well!"
Yang Ji flicked his sleeves and sighed deeply in his heart. With a move of his hand, he took away the "hand of death" from the sky and turned it into a ball of light the size of a palm, hidden behind his head and disappeared.
After Yang Ji completed the sacrificial refining of the "Innate Magical Artifact", the hand of death had become one with his mind and turned into a part of his body, so he no longer needed to hold it in his sleeve.
"Boom!"
A burst of blood flowed into the boat. Yang Ji threw the boat to the ground, and immediately stepped on the magic weapon and sank into the ground, heading towards where Zhao Hua, Lin Qingyan and others were.
"Ouch!"
It was pitch dark deep underground, with only the faint yellow light emitted by the boat. Yang Ji shook his ears and heard screams one after another.
The brothers of the Iron Crown Sect have been fighting for so long, but it seems that the number of underworld creatures around them has not decreased at all.
"More and more evil spirits from the underworld are entering this world."
Deep worry flashed in Yang Ji's eyes.
He knew very well that this was not because the fighting power of Lin Qingyan and other Iron Crown disciples was too poor, but also because more and more underworld creatures crossed the space barrier and reached this world.
However, until now, Yang Ji still didn't know how they appeared.
"I wonder if it's because of the five altars."
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind.
"Boom!"
The next moment, Yang Ji carried a ball of mud and emerged from the ground. Tsk! Yang Ji raised his palm, and all ten swords saw only the sword energy but no sword energy. The sword energy 'swayed' past, and dense evil swarms appeared.
The ghosts fell together like rice in a rice field.
"Senior Sister Lin, Senior Brother Zhao, take the brothers and leave quickly!"
Yang Ji shouted without looking back.
"Whoosh!"
Spotting a fierce fighting evil disciple twenty feet away, Yang Ji took out the Thunder God Halberd that was as tall as a person from his back without thinking, and threw it suddenly——
"Boom!"
A sharp dent dragged out more than twenty feet in the air. Amidst the rumbling thunder, a halberd suddenly shot into the body of the evil disciple. The Thunder God's halberd penetrated from the front and chest, and passed out from the back. It was huge.
The force brought him down in one fell swoop and nailed him to the ground.
"His!"
There were gasps of air all around, and those evil warriors who were trying to kill and cause chaos among the evil ghosts looked directly at them and subconsciously stepped back.
The flying sword is next, Yang Ji's halberd is majestic and powerful, and looks very frightening. The scene of being killed by the Thunder God's halberd and being thrown to the ground also looks very visually impactful.
"Whoosh!"
Yang Ji didn't pay much attention to it. He closed his palm and raised it again. The ten flying swords swept through the void. Wherever they passed, another underworld creature fell down neatly.
In terms of the lethality of group battles, swordsman masters have always been more powerful than other warriors, and Yang Ji's efficiency in harvesting underworld creatures is faster than these people.
With a bang, Yang Ji stepped on his foot, driving the boat to sink into the ground again, and dived towards the location of the killed evil disciple.
——The Thunder God Halberd is different from the Flying Sword. It has a different structure and is too heavy. It can be sent but not retracted!
The gray fog of Wanfenling was "mistled", and Yang Ji's sword light was like a ghost shuttling in the void, and every time it flickered, a figure fell down.
After killing more than a dozen evil warriors and ghost warriors, a group of people had to retreat. For the time being, the pressure on the Iron Crown Sect was reduced a lot.
"To the southwest, everyone, move quickly!"
Taking advantage of the reduced pressure, the evil ghost group had no command, and there was no opportunity for an organized attack. Yang Ji pointed his long sword in one direction and directed the crowd.
The gray fog in Wanfen Ridge is "mist". Although everyone knows that the Tieguan Sect is in the southwest, after walking around for a few times, everyone is a little confused about the direction.p