The "Book of Confucianism" between the eyebrows vibrated violently, and the literary spirit in it fluctuated, echoing this feeling from a distance./
Yang Ji had almost given up the idea of the Confucian treasure under the Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge. But this time, Yang Ji actually sensed him again.
And it's several kilometers away.
Yang Ji was stunned, and suddenly he understood. "If you know what can't be done, do it; if you know what can be done, don't do it." The test of Confucianism is always the human heart, not the skill of writing.
I finally gained recognition from that Confucian boulder.
At this moment, Yang Ji felt happy in his heart.
On the other side, several elders frowned and hesitated. After a long time, Elder Zhang finally sighed:
"Yang Ji, before today, it might have been someone else. I would have stopped it no matter what. This is definitely not a child's play. However, for you, it is different."
"You have convinced me with your strength, actions, and performance. No matter what decision you make, we will choose to respect it. However, be careful in everything."
Elder Zhang said in a deep voice.
"Thank you, elder."
Yang Ji was overjoyed.
"Wanfenling is full of dangers now, which are completely different from what we were before. You must be careful, Junior Brother Xianhe——"
Elder Zhang said and looked at the skinny Elder Crane.
"Um."
Elder Xianhe understood, nodded, and took out a golden whistle from his arms:
"These golden dragons and cranes are spiritual birds that I have raised for many years. They are very cherished. Originally, I would never let them get involved in such a dangerous task. But this time, I will make an exception. Take this whistle. Just blow it.
With this whistle, you can summon my Golden Dragon Crane at any time."
"The corpse aura of Wanfenling is too strong. Jin Longhe cannot follow you in. But when you come out, I can pick you up at any time."
Elder Xianhe glanced at the golden dragon crane under Yang Ji with some pity, and then threw the golden whistle over.
"Thank you, elder."
Yang Ji gave a grateful glance and then took the whistle.
"Whoosh!"
In mid-air, the golden crane turned its head. Yang Ji patted the crane's back, and with a whoosh, it was like a horse galloping, heading straight for Wanfenling.
"Senior Brother Zhang, do you really think he can succeed?"
The sect elder with a cold expression and whom Yang Ji rarely interacted with said.
"have no idea."
Elder Zhang shook his head. His eyes were a little confused. Although he made the decision to support Yang Ji, in fact, he had no idea whether Yang Ji could succeed.
"Then you still-"
The elder with a solemn look couldn't help but said.
"A foundation built over hundreds of years."
Elder Zhang looked into the distance and sighed: "It's still possible if you try. But it's absolutely impossible if you don't try. I just don't want the sect's hundreds of years of foundation to be destroyed in our hands."
The elders were silent. This was not their idea. Who would be willing to give up their hard-won inheritance if there was even the slightest chance?
"The Skeleton Ghost King has the ability to fly into the sky, so let's leave quickly. Whether we succeed or fail, it all depends on God's will."
After Elder Zhang said this, he left like a crane.
The group of people quickly disappeared into the void like meteors.
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"The yin energy is too strong. It's so cold."
The wind was blowing loudly on both sides. Yang Ji was sitting on the Golden Dragon Crane. The closer he got to Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge, the colder he felt. Warriors practicing blood energy would not feel the cold easily, unless this was not an ordinary temperature drop at all.
"Boom!"
Seen from a distance, the sky and the earth in Wanfenling are dim, with lightning and thunder, and streams of death aura from other worlds are continuously released into the world along with huge air pillars.
Black dots with different auras were constantly rushing out from the gray mist of Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge. Yang Ji could clearly see that they were evil ghosts, yakshas, rakshasas, and mutated underworld creatures.
All these things are being dispersed in all directions.
"Get the Confucian treasures first. Then destroy the altar. I just hope that the Skeleton Ghost King will not notice me."
Yang Ji made secret calculations in his heart and felt a little uneasy.
The Skeleton Ghost King, controlled by the aura of the underworld, has become incredibly powerful, and the densely packed evil spirits, Yakshas and Rakshasa in Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge have also caused a lot of trouble for Yang Ji.
Yang Ji just hoped that he would not encounter the Skeleton Ghost King at this time. In his current situation, it was absolutely impossible to fight against the Skeleton Ghost King.
Gray mist rolled in, covering everything. The previous memory was no longer reliable. Yang Ji could only rely on the literary sense of "The Book of Great Confucianism" to determine the smell of the Confucian boulder.
"Just get off here."
There were still several miles away from Wanfenling. Yang Ji controlled the Golden Dragon Crane and found a sheltered place where it was difficult to find and dropped it from the sky.
"Bird, bird, I can't protect you anymore. Just ask for your blessings."
Yang Ji patted Jin Longhe's soft neck and said softly.
Phew!
The golden dragon crane chirped softly, nodded as if it were humane, and then flapped its wings and flew into the sky in an extremely graceful posture.
"call!"
Yang Ji stood behind several huge rocks, took out his boat, and then sank into the earth with a sigh before the evil ghosts on both sides smelled the smell and followed them.
The soil on both sides parted like water, and Yang Ji steered the boat silently toward Wanfenling. The ground was eerily quiet, with only the pounding sound of his own heartbeat left.
But the ground was bustling with activity, with the pounding of footsteps and the constant roars of various ferocious beasts.
Several yakshas seemed to have smelled Yang Ji's scent, lying on the ground, slapping and listening, which made Yang Ji feel nervous.
"We must not let the Skeleton Ghost King and the others find out."
In the darkness, Yang Ji stood on the ground boat, with a bright light flashing in his eyes. With his right hand stretched behind his back, Yang Ji took out a yellow dragon sword and looked around with a vigilant expression.
The surroundings were getting colder and colder, like ice cubes. At some point, Yang Ji began to hear the sound of rushing water again.
"It's Huangquan."
Yang Ji felt a chill in his heart. Huangquan is a river in the underworld, rich in death energy, darkness, and the power of decay. Except for the Skeleton Ghost King, this is a taboo for almost all warriors.
Just a little bit can contaminate a warrior's blood and damage the foundation of the Tao. If you don't do it right, it's possible that the muscles will melt and the bones will melt, the blood will be exhausted, and it will be directly melted by the underworld and evaporated.
For warriors, this is the most poisonous thing.
Yang Ji did not dare to be careless. The blood energy roared and circulated in the blood furnace for a week. Then it was transported to the Dixing Zhou at his feet. The Di Xing Zhou was a creation refined from Yin Qi, and it itself contained part of the rules of the earth.
All rivers, seas and rivers can be crossed by ground boats, including Huangquan. Moreover, the design of ground boats takes Huangquan into consideration.
Because most people in the evil path want to follow the underworld and enter the underworld to find those rare materials and treasures. And that layer of yellow light is used to isolate the underworld water and prevent the spring water from pouring back into the boat.
"Crash!"
The spring water roared for only a moment. A stream of turbid yellow water with a strong fishy smell rushed towards the face.
Yang Ji's land boat quickly sank into it and was wrapped up. This is the underworld's underworld.
Compared with the underworld outside the Skeleton Ghost King's Underground Palace, the color of the spring in front of me looks much darker, and it is also much more poisonous.
"The yellow spring water comes from the center of Wanfen Ridge. The yellow spring water here should have reached the edge of Wanfen Ridge."
Yang Ji secretly calculated in his heart while expanding his mental power to the limit.
"Crash!"
Suddenly, a sound of rolling waves came from my ears, as if something was approaching me rapidly from the yellow spring water.
"Ouch!"
There was a roar and water splashed. The next moment, in Yang Ji's shocked eyes, a black shadow suddenly jumped out of the yellow spring water, and two fierce eyes were shining even in the lightless underground.
"Yaksha!"
Yang Ji was shocked. This black shadow with extremely large bones and which regarded the underworld as nothing was actually a tall yaksha. This creature itself did not have the ability to travel on the earth. But Yang Ji discovered that when the underworld water seeped into the ground, these underworld creatures
Mixed into the underworld water, he actually possessed some kind of ability to sail on earth.
"What a strange ability! Is this how these underworld creatures break through the space barrier and enter here?"
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
Thinking about it, Yang Ji's reaction was not slow at all. Tsk! The long sword was unsheathed, and with a flash of cold light, the yaksha jumped out of the water, and was cut in two before it could jump onto Yang Ji's boat.
Yang Ji rolled up his long sleeves and pushed out a strong airflow, sweeping out the two corpses before they landed on the ground.
The entire movement was completed in one go, as if it had been rehearsed thousands of times in advance, without any lag.
Bang bang!
The two pieces of Yaksha's corpse flew out and fell into the water. At the same time, a sense of awe flashed through Yang Ji's heart, and some of his blood energy was also consumed, as if it had evaporated out of thin air.
"You really can't touch these underworld fruits."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
When he killed two underground palace ghost generals before, Yang Ji had already had the experience of coming into contact with the underworld water. However, Yang Ji still felt deeply afraid of it.
"The Skeleton Ghost King is born as a spirit, and he is originally a dead corpse. If you fight it here, I'm afraid it will be no match for him."
Yang Ji was on full alert, and his mental power was stretched to the extreme.
This attack also reminded Yang Ji that the yellow spring water overflowing from Wanfenling has now spread to all directions. In other words, it can attack from its own front or attack from all directions of Dixingzhou.
.
"found it."
When Yang Ji's consciousness spread to the extreme, he discovered something strange. On the bottom of Dixingzhou's boat, a black-skinned Yaksha was quietly touching the bottom of his boat.
Its movements are very subtle, and it would be difficult to spot it if you weren't wary.
"laugh!"
Yang Ji pulled out the Yellow Dragon Sword, and with a flash of blood, he cut through the space and pierced the head of the lurking Yaksha with one sword.
The boat sank, Yang Ji collected the Huanglong Sword from the ground, and then continued to move forward.
A sudden change turned the underground of Wanfenling into a criss-crossing network of waterways, like a maze. People like Yang Ji, who had explored Wanfenling before and was extremely familiar with the underground, now felt like they were lost.
Fortunately, with the guidance of "The Book of Great Confucianism", I will not lose my direction.
"boom!"
One after another, the deeper you go into Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge, the more underworld creatures there are underground. These alien creatures, which originally did not have the energy to escape from the earth, have this ability after merging with the underworld water.
However, Yang Ji also discovered that these crisscrossing underground waterways of Huangquan were not pure and contained a large amount of water, which made the impact of Huangquan water on Yang Ji not too serious.
But even so, it is difficult to use swords contaminated with yellow spring water. As a last resort, after contaminating several flying swords, Yang Ji pulled out the Thunder God Halberd from behind, and relied on the length of the Thunder God Halberd to constantly challenge these flying swords.
Creatures from the underworld.
Deep in the Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge, Yang Ji was extremely nervous. But fortunately, when Yang Ji returned, neither the evil prince nor those ghost warriors and warriors could be seen in the Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge.
Evil warrior.
"The Yellow Spring water is too poisonous and has a huge corrosive effect. Wanfenling is also very dangerous to them. From this point of view, they must have been unable to bear it and left voluntarily."
Yang Ji had a thought in his mind and quickly understood. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!