"Boy, I'm not afraid to tell you. This is the Martial Saint's spiritual talisman. The five spiritual talismans have penetrated time and space with the help of the power of the five directions of the earth. Now, let alone you, even if the Martial Saint comes in person, I'm afraid I can't destroy it."
The Skeleton Ghost King smiled sinisterly, and it felt that the energy in its body was getting higher and higher, which meant that Netherworld was drawing more and more power from the world.
Soon, its energy value will reach a critical point and completely merge with the underworld space and time on the other side. At that time, it will be a qualitative change.
At that time, his own strength will soar to a limit, and his strength will be infinitely close to the realm of the ninth level of martial arts.
Once he reaches that state, no matter what other methods Yang Ji has, no matter how powerful the magic weapon in his hand is, Yang Ji cannot escape from his grasp.
It can easily grind him into powder.
"Martial Saint?"
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Yang Ji was shocked when he heard the Skeleton Ghost King's words, and finally understood why these five talismans could not be destroyed:
"This is actually the Martial Spirit Talisman!"
Yang Ji's heart was up and down. He only knew that this talisman contained powerful energy, but he did not expect that it was actually the Wu Shengling talisman.
Yang Ji has seen the "Martial Holy Spirit Talisman" of the Iron Crown Sect, but the functions of these five Holy Spirit Talisman are obviously different. And what makes Yang Ji most afraid is that the energy contained in these five spiritual talismans is even greater than that of Elder Zhang.
That talisman is even more powerful.
"Each of the five spiritual talismans represents a Martial Saint, and the auras of these five spiritual talismans are different. Doesn't that mean the refining of five different evil Martial Saints?!"
Yang Ji felt cold in his heart. He was only at the sixth level of martial arts, and the realm of martial saint was still too far away for him.
The five powerful martial saints of the evil path represent a huge, terrifying shadow and a mysterious force unknown to them.
Ghost mansion?
The auras in these five talismans are different from the auras of ghost mansion warriors that I feel. Obviously, what I know about ghost mansions is probably just the tip of the iceberg.
The Martial Saint is the supreme master of all martial arts. To all warriors, he is a god-like existence.
If any of these people appeared here, they could easily crush the Iron Crown Sect and destroy a city.
Yang Ji didn't understand why they didn't do this, nor why they pushed a skeleton ghost king to the front desk?
Yang Ji didn't know why they did this or what their purpose was. But Yang Ji smelled a strong smell of conspiracy.
"No matter what, we must kill the Skeleton Ghost King, and they must not know that it was me who did it."
Yang Ji's eyes remained calm while countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
No matter what these people are planning, they must not let them know that they are fighting against them and destroying their formation.
Let alone let them know that they have gone back and come back to Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge.
When you are in decline and do not have strong strength, provoking such a terrorist force is bound to be a dead end. You don't even know how you die.
"The Skeleton Ghost King must die, and this magic circle must be destroyed!"
Yang Ji had many thoughts running through his mind. He immediately understood that he had no choice.
The only good thing now is that all the people in the mysterious ghost mansion have been killed by him, and no one except the Skeleton Ghost King will ever know the truth.
And Elder Zhang and the others would never believe that they could fight against the Skeleton Ghost King.
"Skeleton Ghost King!"
The next moment, Yang Ji suddenly raised his head and looked at the skeleton ghost king Dao above his head.
"What?"
The Skeleton Ghost King frowned and said subconsciously. For some reason, Yang Ji's eyes felt a little strange. This made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"Thank you for the reminder. Another message for you, don't be happy too early. Otherwise, you will be happy, extremely, and sad!"
Yang Ji suddenly smiled, and the last four words were almost pronounced one after another.
The Skeleton Ghost King's words reminded him that the reason why this evil magic circle is so strong, like a fortress, is not because of how powerful it is, but simply because of its own lack of realm and strength.
Just as the Skeleton Ghost King said, the talisman refined by the superior Martial Saint is extremely powerful and cannot be destroyed by himself or the Skeleton Ghost King.
However, there is exactly one thing in my body that can be regarded as reaching the level of a martial saint. And it can restrain this magic circle.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji thought about it and finally took out the pen of benevolence and righteousness he got from the boulder. Then he inserted it into the Netherworld Array where the Martial Holy Spirit Talisman was embedded.
"Boom!"
A huge wave of white light burst out from the pen of benevolence and righteousness, and the vast and boundless aura of heaven and earth in it was like a thunder light that tore the entire world apart.
The scorching light was like thousands of suns turning the underground world into daylight, and then surged into the first gloomy martial spirit talisman.
"No!--"
When Yang Ji took out the pen of benevolence and righteousness, the skeleton ghost king's expression had already changed. When Yang Ji pointed the pen of benevolence and righteousness and inserted it into a Martial Spirit Talisman, the skeleton ghost king's face was even more pale, and he let out an earth-shattering cry.
Howl.
Buzz!
The earth cracked, and Yang Ji and the Skeleton Ghost King heard a huge cracking sound at the same time, as if a huge land mass was falling apart. The huge sound made people feel heart-stopping.
Just under the eyes of the Skeleton Ghost King, the first Martial Spirit Talisman embedded in the gear-like rotating netherworld formation broke. The southwest position of the formation was like a mirror that fell to the ground, covered with countless broken marks, but
But it is broken but not broken.
At the same time, Yang Ji's pen of benevolence and righteousness also dimmed a lot, and the aura on it dropped by a quarter, making Yang Ji's eyes dim.
"Pity!"
Yang Ji felt empty in his heart, as if a quarter of his treasure had been lost.
The energy in the pen of benevolence and righteousness is left over from ancient times, and it is extremely inappropriate to retain so much of it. This is the largest amount of wealth I have obtained so far, and it may also be the last such wealth.
At this time when literary spirit is weakening, it is almost impossible to become a saint by studying alone and to gather such awe-inspiring spirit.
Yang Ji originally hoped to chart it slowly and save it for future use. But right now, he can't care so much. Disaster is coming, and he can't selfishly intercept these energies.
This is not the intention of the pen of benevolence and righteousness, nor is it the behavior of Confucian disciples.
"Boom!"
A shocking loud noise came from above his head. Yang Ji raised his head and saw the sky full of dark clouds and the majestic torrent of evil power.
"stop!--"
It was only then that the roar of the Skeleton Ghost King came to my ears.
"Pity!"
Yang Ji sighed again, and then raised the pen of benevolence and righteousness in his hand. A beam of white light, a hundred times more dazzling than the sun, rose into the sky.
Even with the cultivation level of the Skeleton Ghost King, he couldn't help but close his eyes.
"ah!"
The next moment, the Skeleton Ghost King was hit by this beam of light, and the dark clouds in the sky disappeared, and billowing white smoke filled the void. The Skeleton Ghost King screamed, his whole body was burning, and he shot back at a faster speed than when he came.
When Yang Ji saw this scene, he didn't feel much joy in his heart.
This is not some unique skill of Renyi Pen, nor is it a unique trick. It is a pure release of energy. This method is the most wasteful of energy, and it comes at the cost of destroying a Confucian treasure.
But facing the powerful Skeleton Ghost King, Yang Ji didn't have a good solution.
boom!
When the Skeleton Ghost King shot back, there was another burst from the depths of the earth, making a loud noise of disintegration. Yang Ji inserted the pen of benevolence and righteousness into the second Wu Sheng Sheng Talisman.
The Wu Sheng Sheng Talisman exploded into pieces, and a quarter of the energy in the Pen of Renyi evaporated again in an instant. Now less than half is left.
"What a pity, half of it is missing again."
Looking at the pen of benevolence and righteousness with only half of its energy left, Yang Ji's eyes dimmed for a while.
"There is no turning back when the bow is fired, now we can only fight quickly!"
Yang Ji's body swayed, and while the Skeleton Ghost King was being burned by the aura of heaven and earth, Yang Ji appeared again at the third attack point of the Holy Spirit Talisman.
The surface of the netherworld magic circle is covered with cracks as fine as spider webs, and the shaking is getting worse and worse. After losing two half-key martial spirit talismans, this ancient evil magic circle is taking advantage of the opportunity to collapse.
"There are only three left now..."
Yang Ji clenched his hands and inserted the pen of benevolence and righteousness into the third Martial Holy Spirit Talisman. Boom, a sound of thunder came from the pen of benevolence and righteousness, and the rolling aura of heaven and earth poured out like a tide.
To be continued...