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Chapter 222 Destroying the Altar(1/2)

The mental power expanded outside the body. The Skeleton Ghost King felt it carefully and found no sign of a massive explosion of vitality.*
But the feeling just now is unmistakable. Humans may have illusions, but they will never have illusions.
"Is it those guys from the Iron Crown Sect? Impossible. If they dare to come back, I will definitely let them die without a burial place!"
The Skeleton Ghost King's eyes flashed fiercely, but slowly he calmed down again, with a suspicious look on his face:
"But who would it be if they weren't them? Now the entire Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge is filled with underworld underworld springs driven by me. Who on earth has the guts to come here?"
"Could it be that people from other sects have also touched this place and want to find out the truth?"
The Skeleton Ghost King's heart was filled with confusion.
The Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge is currently in crisis, and no sensible person will rush in at this time. The Skeleton Ghost King does not believe that he can find out the truth.
However, the Skeleton Ghost King was still a little uneasy.
"I'm not afraid of ten thousand, I'm afraid of the worst. I've been preparing for this operation for ten years, and I finally waited until the Tianyin Sect implemented their plan and resurrected the key evil spirit. No matter what, I can't do it at this critical moment.
Something went wrong!"
The Skeleton Ghost King lowered his head and glanced down. There were roars all around, and a huge, complex ancient magic circle, like countless overlapping gears, was slowly rotating beneath him.
The range of the formation is extremely huge, covering hundreds of feet in area. Five powerful talismans are embedded in the five directions of the formation, corresponding to the altars in the five directions.
If Yang Ji were here, he would definitely be amazed. Because the auras on these five spiritual talismans are extremely powerful, far more powerful than the so-called military commander level, Wuzong level, and even the skeleton ghost king that is fused with evil spirit relics.
——That’s a Martial Lord, a Martial Saint-level talisman!
Relying on the power of five powerful talismans, this ancient formation and the entire earth are integrated and perfectly integrated.
And the endless stream of underworld, hundreds of thousands of kilometers long, passes through the center of the formation and erupts from the depths of the earth.
Through this dragon-like underworld, the Skeleton Ghost King can even feel the power of another world.
"With these five spiritual talismans to suppress it, unless the Martial Saint comes in person, even the red-browed ancestor from Green Forest will be helpless."
The Skeleton Ghost King lowered his head and muttered to himself.
Compared to this Netherworld Array, the five altars are even more critical.
"Whoosh!"
Its body swayed, and suddenly lightning shot out, turning in the void, dragging up a billowing line of thick smoke, heading straight for the altar in the north of Wanfenling.
——This is the only shortcoming at present. Although it will not cause the formation to collapse, it will cause great trouble!

Coming out of the boulder, Yang Ji rushed towards the altar in the north without stopping.
"First destroy the altar, then find the Skeleton Ghost King and destroy it in one fell swoop."
There was darkness before his eyes, but Yang Ji's heart was as clear as a mirror.
The Skeleton Ghost King is the culprit of this underworld disaster. If it is not eliminated, it will cause another underworld disaster like this once, twice, three times, or more.
However, in comparison, there is one thing that is more important and urgent. That is to destroy the altar of the Skeleton Ghost King and destroy the endless power of the formation in the void, thereby preventing more evil ghosts, Yaksha, and Luo
Enter this world.
No matter how many underworld creatures are summoned by the Skeleton Ghost King, they will eventually be destroyed one day.
But if evil spirits, yakshas, ​​and rakshasas can continuously come in and arrive in this world, let alone whether they can resist it, this disaster alone will never end.
The scenery on both sides was like the tide flowing backward, and a distance of nearly a hundred miles passed by in a flash.
"arrive!"
A bright light flashed in Yang Ji's eyes. There was a roar, mud and debris flew, and Yang Ji jumped out from the ground.
"Who? It's you, Yang Ji!!——"
Before Yang Ji had time to see clearly, a stern voice came to his ears. He was extremely serious at first, and then became extremely surprised.
With a flash of light in front of his eyes, Yang Ji finally saw clearly the source of the sound.
On the black ground, a dark red altar stands. The altar is ten feet high. It looks like iron but not iron, and looks like gold but not gold. There are eight black flags in eight directions, fluttering in the wind.
Above the altar, black mist rolled in, steaming clouds and mist swirled around, exuding a strong dark smell.
And at the top corner of the altar stood a person who was very familiar to Yang Ji.
"It's you!"
Yang Ji's eyes changed and he blurted out suddenly. The person standing at the top of the dark red altar was none other than the mysterious leader of the ghost house.
Around him, there were four strong ghost warriors whose auras reached the fifth to sixth level of martial arts. At the bottom of the altar, there was a circle of ordinary ghost warriors, followed by dense black yakshas, ​​guarding the surroundings.
Seeing Yang Ji, the leader of the Ghost Mansion looked very shocked. It was obvious that he had not expected this at all.
"You didn't run away!"
The leader of the ghost house in black robe opened his mouth wide and could hardly believe his eyes. He simply couldn't believe that under such circumstances, Yang Ji actually dared to risk touching this place.
This can no longer be described as bold.
"Why should I run away?"
Yang Ji fell to the ground with a bang, and with a move of his hand, the boat lifted off the ground and quickly shrunk. When it fell into Yang Ji's palm, it was only over a foot long.
"If you look at it, you should be the ones running away."
Yang Ji flicked his sleeves, looked at the leader of the ghost house on the altar, and said coldly.
"snort!"
The black-robed leader of the Ghost Mansion looked cold, and was aroused by Yang Ji's words:
"Okay, okay! I've seen a lot of bold people, but I've never seen you so reckless. At this time, you still dare to speak so brazenly."
"Come here, kill him for me."
The leader of the ghost house in black robe pointed his finger and said sternly.
"howl!--"
With a sharp roar, the first person to pounce was the beast-like Tie Yaksha at the bottom of the altar, and then the ghosts guarding the altar also pounced out.
"Qiang!"
With a flash of cold light, ten dazzling rainbow lights shot up from behind Yang Ji. Puff puff, the four ghost masters on the top of the altar had not yet jumped down. Those Tie Yaksha and ghost masters who had just jumped out were stabbed.
Big holes appeared, and his body trembled and fell to the ground.
"This is--"
Everyone was stunned. Yang Ji was so powerful that he could just stab those warriors to death. But Tie Yaksha's body was tough and special metals were inserted into key parts, so it didn't matter if he stabbed him like this. Why did he die too?
What's even more surprising is that these Tie Yaksha and Ghost Mansion warriors fell to the ground, but no blood flowed from their bodies. Only streams of hissing white smoke kept coming out from them, as if they were burned by fire and were burned.
The poison corrodes it.
"How is this going?"
The ghost warrior in black robe opened his big eyes and was stunned. Tie Yaksha had a powerful life, and logically he shouldn't die like this.
"I said, it's you who should escape!"
Yang Ji said calmly. He flicked his sleeves, took back the long sword, and then walked towards the crowd step by step, walking calmly and exuding a sense of oppression.
"Asshole, you just killed a few beasts I raised. How capable do you think you are! - Go ahead and kill him!"
The black-robed Guifu warrior's face was livid, and he was gnashing his teeth. Before he could finish his voice, there was a sudden whoosh. His big sleeves opened, and he flew down from the top of the altar like a big bird.
"superior!"
At the same time, four masters from the Ghost Mansion shouted loudly, jumped up, and flew down as well.
"kill!--"
The remaining ghost warriors shouted to kill, and they also swarmed forward. A group of people rushed towards them with murderous intent.
"snort!"
Yang Ji looked at this scene and just snorted coldly. Seeing a group of people coming towards them in a fierce manner, Yang Ji's halberd-like fingers flashed with rainbow light, puff puff! In an instant, ten ghost warriors fell down.
"Hand of Death!"
To be continued...
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