"Hmph, Yang Ji, do you think you are a hero? You are just an insignificant clown.:3w."
The leader of the black-robed ghost mansion looked at Yang Ji and said coldly:
"Do you think you will win if you kill me? Let me tell you, I am just an insignificant person at the bottom. Killing me will not change anything, but you have involved yourself in a war that you cannot afford.
Disputes. You never know what kind of enemies you’ve made.”
"What about the Iron Crown Sect and what about the imperial court? Do you think they can protect you? That's naive."
The leader of the black-robed ghost mansion sneered, with an unfathomable look in his eyes.
"Are you trying to scare me?"
Yang Ji wrinkled and said coldly: "I'm telling you, I'm not afraid of anything. I'm just not afraid of being scared."
The leader of the black-robed ghost mansion looked enigmatic and there was something in his words. However, Yang Ji had no intention of understanding and was not afraid of the threats in his mouth.
Along the way, no matter it was Mrs. Zhao, Housekeeper Zhou, or the Tianyin Sect, no one was difficult for me to offend at the time.
For me, the leader of the ghost mansion in black robes is not much, and he is not much. The so-called threats are just clichés.
"Yeah?"
The leader of the black-robed ghost mansion showed a strange smile:
"I hope you really think so. Because there were many people like you in the past, but they all turned into dead people in the end. I hope you can still think this way when you are about to die."
"Then don't worry about it."
Yang Ji's pupils shrank and he sneered.
The two people looked at each other, their eyes met, and the atmosphere was frozen and on the verge of breaking out.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the earth shook. Yang Ji kicked his foot and disappeared instantly. Ten feet away, the leader of the black-robed ghost mansion changed his face slightly. Without thinking, he immediately shouted loudly:
"Bone art!"
"Buzz!"
The earth hummed, and even the huge dark red altar shook. An invisible force penetrated the void. In all directions, corpses scattered on the ground, including those of Yaksha and ghost warriors, exploded one after another.
Under the torn flesh and blood, white bones broke out of the body as if being held by silk strings, and gathered towards the leader of the black-robed ghost mansion. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a huge white bone armor, layered on top of each other. Inside and outside
Orderly, wrap up the leader of the ghost house in black robe inside.
However, the leader of the black-robed ghost mansion was faster, and Yang Ji was even faster. Before the Corpse Bone Technique could complete the last step, Yang Ji unleashed an earth-shattering blow:
"The Wrath of the Overlord!"
Huge waves rolled, hitting the sky and covering the earth, and erupted from Yang Ji's body. However, this huge wave was not blood red, but white. It was bright and dazzling. It was filled with the righteousness of heaven and earth, majestic
, the smell of atmosphere.
"boom!"
The huge white bone armor seemed to be made of paper and collapsed instantly. Yang Ji's palm passed through the white bone armor and pressed down on the black-robed leader of the ghost mansion at lightning speed.
"ah!--"
Touched by Yang Ji's palm, the leader of the black-robed ghost mansion trembled, and suddenly raised his head and let out a heart-rending scream. Half of his body was bathed in the white light. White smoke billowed, and no blood came out.
, the body actually melted like snow.
"What's this?"
The leader of the black-robed ghost mansion was horrified, with a look of despair in his eyes. He had never encountered such a power that made people so frightened from the bottom of their hearts. It was more than just melting. The blood was dissolving, and even the soul seemed to be decomposing into complete nothingness.
In front of this power, I am as fragile as a child. Compared with this power, the evil energy I am proud of is like a lamb facing a lion.
"The awe-inspiring spirit of Confucianism and Taoism!"
Yang Ji said calmly, spitting out a few words. In the ancient times of literary sages, there was great enlightenment, eradication of all evils, and profound Confucianism. In just a few words, a great Confucian could make all evils fly to ashes and all demons lay low. This is definitely not a legend.
.
Yang Ji relied on the relationship between the pen of benevolence and righteousness and the "Book of Great Confucianism" to introduce the Qi of Haoran into the body and replace the blood Qi in running on the Zhoutian meridians.
This kind of awe-inspiring aura is not obvious when dealing with disciples of the righteous way or sects.
But to deal with evil and underworld creatures, it is definitely more effective with half the effort, and the power is terrifying. Yang Ji easily stabbed to death ten tenacious Tie Yaksha before, relying on the awe-inspiring aura contained in the flying sword.
Even the underworld sword that was contaminated by the underworld water was washed clean by the aura of awe.
The only drawback is that this method of using awe-inspiring energy to represent the movement of a warrior's blood consumes a lot of energy. Although the pen of benevolence and righteousness contains the vast ancient awe-inspiring energy, in this era of depleted literary energy, every point used is lost.
Unless it was against an important target like the leader of the Ghost Mansion, Yang Ji wouldn't use it easily.
"boom!"
Yang Ji spat out his palm force, and with a loud roar, white light hit the sky and covered the earth, completely submerging the other half of the black-robed Ghost Mansion leader's body that had not yet melted into it.
"Yang Ji, you will regret it——"
The leader of the black-robed ghost mansion let out a shrill howl, and then was drowned by the endless aura of awe, and exploded into ashes with a loud bang.
"Ding!"
The sky was dark, and with a clang, something as big as a palm fell from the sky. Yang Ji picked it up and saw that it was indeed another Ghost Mansion Token.
However, this token is a little different from the one Yang Ji picked up before. There is a lifelike white tiger on the back of the token, and the two words "Walker" are written in the lower right corner.
"This person is stronger and his status should be higher. I think this traveler should represent his status in that ghost mansion. I just don't know what level this traveler is?"
Yang Ji was confused, and thoughts flashed through his eyes. He lowered his head and looked at it again. Yang Ji was about to throw it away, but suddenly his thoughts changed and he changed his attention:
"It's better to keep it for now. You might need something like this in the future."
Putting the token in his arms, Yang Ji jumped up, lifted up more than ten feet, and jumped onto the dark red altar. There was black smoke and evil spirits billowing on the altar, but the strong wind could not blow away these constant
Smoke pouring out.
Standing on the top of the altar, Yang Ji could clearly feel that a powerful formation inside the altar was absorbing corpse energy, death energy, Yin energy and turbid energy from the depths of the earth.
Stimulated by these extremely dark and turbid auras, the pen of benevolence and righteousness in Yang Ji's arms and the "Book of Confucianism" between his eyebrows were beating violently, and the awe-inspiring aura in them seemed to be erupting, suppressing the evil atmosphere under the altar.
"Now only this altar is left. Destroy this altar. Destroy the formation, and then destroy the Skeleton Ghost King!"
The flags and flags around the altar were buzzing. Yang Ji stood on top of the dark red altar. Looking out, he saw the gray mist of Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge in the distance and the howls of various underworld creatures. One after another, he didn’t know how many.
Evil spirits, yakshas, and rakshasas are spreading in all directions.
The situation is urgent, and the invisible formation power in the void is still operating. Every moment that passes, the number of underworld creatures entering this world will increase. Ordinary people in the entire Langya County will face more dangers.
"Qiang!"
Yang Ji fiercely pulled out the bloodthirsty sword from his back. The three-foot-long sword reflected cold light under the dim sky. Just looking at it made people feel like their eyes were stabbed.
Yang Ji clenched the Pen of Renyi in his arms, and at the same time read the "Book of Great Confucianism" between his brows. Buzz! Waves of awe-inspiring aura like rivers, rich and pure, immediately and continuously poured out of the Pen of Renyi.
The treasure left by the ancient literary sage on this pole seemed to contain endless energy. Waves of contained power poured into Yang Ji's body, and then poured into this bloodthirsty sword.
The light flashed, and the dark red bloodthirsty sword turned from red to white, and a mighty sword light shot out from the tip of the sword, which was six or seven feet long.
"His!"
Yang Ji took a deep breath, then held the sword with both hands. He aimed it at the center of the top of the altar and thrust it straight and hard.
"stop!--"
Deep in the sky, an anxious and angry roar suddenly erupted. The sound rolled like thunder. Even at such a long distance, Yang Ji stood on the top of the altar, and even his robes were blown away.
This violent roar came suddenly, and it was not unpleasant at all. It was just a pity. Some things cannot be stopped.
"Crack!"
There was a huge cracking sound, and the long sword in Yang Ji's hand was like a meteor streaking through the void, and it was heavily inserted into the ground on top of the altar.
I don’t know what material the floor on top of the altar is made of. The bloodthirsty sword that Yang Ji slashed through the mountains and blew his hair to pieces was only inserted a few inches long.
However, just this few inches is enough.
Boom, the altar cracked, like a broken mirror.
Where Yang Ji's long sword was inserted, a mighty milky-white light pillar rose into the sky. The huge dark red altar was like a toppled building, first split in two, and then with a roar, the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed.
It was at this time that Yang Ji raised his head from the vast white light and looked into the distance. He saw billowing black smoke high in the sky, tall black shadows flying like lightning, like falling meteorites, and those two dazzling green eyes.
, striking, full of endless anger.
"Skeleton Ghost King! He actually recovered..."
Yang Ji looked at those two green, angry eyes, and a thought flashed through his mind. In the last battle, Yang Ji had clearly cut off its neck, leaving only one head.
The remaining torso was also used as a sacrifice by it, detonating the energy in it and injuring himself and several elders.
But just for a moment, the Skeleton Ghost King actually seemed to be back to its original state, with the remaining head spliced into a new body.
"You brat, I want you to die without mercy!"
Seeing smoke and dust billowing in front of his eyes, the huge dark red altar collapsed before his eyes. The fate of the altar guards could be imagined. An unknown fire arose in the heart of the Skeleton Ghost King, and he roared suddenly and struck out with a fierce palm.
"Buzz!"
The sky darkened, and amid the rolling roar and black smoke billowing, a wild dragon composed of destructive evil force roared angrily, bared its teeth and claws, and was lifelike, like a meteor from the sky, blasting towards Yang Ji at the top of the altar.
Thousands of feet of distance passed by in a blink of an eye, and in just a blink of an eye, the destructive torrent of evil power had already passed through the layers of space and hit the dark red altar on the ground with a thunderous force.
Rumble!
Yang Ji turned into a ray of white light and jumped out. When he turned back, the sky and the earth roared behind him, and smoke and dust billowed. The momentum was so high! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!