Compared with the crises in the outside world, the situation in front of you is the most dangerous.
"There is not much air left, and it can probably last for a cup of tea. We must try to reduce air consumption as much as possible."
Yang Ji quickly calculated the air in the blood shield in his mind and quickly came to a conclusion.
Yang Ji originally budgeted to give up chasing the Skeleton Ghost King and return to the surface immediately after reaching the time for a cup of tea, regardless of success or failure.
But before it was time for a cup of tea, Yang Ji fell into the underworld with the Skeleton Ghost King, and inadvertently lost some air.
In the underworld, everything is unknown.
Yang Ji didn't know if there was air suitable for warriors to breathe in this alien space, but Yang Ji's instinctive feeling was that there might be little hope.
Compared with how to leave the underworld, the breathing problem is the biggest problem he currently faces.
"call!"
Suddenly, a howling wind came into his ears. These wind sounds were not loud at first. Yang Ji lowered his head and thought and didn't pay attention. But in the blink of an eye, the sound of the strong wind became louder and louder. From a shallow chant to a low voice, it increased.
When he roared loudly, the volume continued to increase and became deafening. Finally, it was like thousands of beasts galloping, the sea tide surged, the sound resounded throughout the world, and even the earth beneath his feet began to buzz and tremble.
Moreover, it is still rushing in its own direction.
"How is this going?"
Yang Ji was startled. He turned around and saw that the sky was dark to the right, with clouds rolling in the sky and a black mist floating in the air, like a sharp giant blade connected to the sky and the earth, heading towards him.
Sweeping in the direction.
The howling wind was very fast. It was hundreds of miles away at first, but the next moment, it was less than a thousand feet away from Yang Ji. The hard ground crackled wherever it passed.
"not good!"
Yang Ji was so frightened that he didn't even have time to escape. The next moment, his vision went dark, and with a bang, the black wind was like ten thousand horses galloping. The violent impact hit Yang Ji's blood.
"boom!"
Yang Ji's body was violent. At this moment, it felt like he was hit by a mountain peak, and there were continuous mountains one after another like raindrops.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The blood shield outside Yang Ji's body vibrated sharply, making a crackling sound. The chaotic wind was beating like raindrops, and the color of Yang Ji's blood shield quickly dimmed, as if it was about to burst at any time like a candle in the wind.
Yang Ji's face changed slightly. All the air he absorbed from the earth was stored in the blood shield outside his body. He relied on this little remaining air to survive and could not be broken by these underworld winds no matter what.
"Little Holy Word Technique!"
A beam of white light fell from the sky and quickly sank into Yang Ji's body. Yang Ji's nearly depleted blood energy was quickly replenished, and the originally dim blood energy shield became white and translucent again, and burst out with a strong light.
"Woo!"
The strong wind roared, and Yang Ji's vision was pitch black. He seemed to be attacked by thousands of flying swords every moment. In the face of this terrifying strong wind, even Yang Ji's energy seemed insignificant.
It seemed as if a moment had passed. It seemed as if countless centuries had passed. His eyes lit up. The brightness returned again. Yang Ji wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and opened his eyes.
The terrifying and sharp wind, like a sword, has disappeared into the distance.
"There are many dangers in the underworld, and even the ordinary wind is so dangerous. If it weren't for the kindness and righteousness in me, I would have been shattered to pieces in such a strong wind."
Yang Ji's heart was palpitating. He finally understood what those floating shadows in the sky that he saw just after he arrived were. They looked like mist but not fog, and looked like smoke but not smoke.
In this world, it seems peaceful, but in fact there is danger everywhere.
Outside the boat, there was a mess, and the surface was broken and rugged. It was very sharp, and it was very different from what Yang Ji saw just now.
Not far from Dixing, Yang Ji saw the corpse of the Skeleton Ghost King. It was blocked by a raised black stone, and all the flesh and blood on his body had long since disappeared, leaving only a few mottled bones, scattered all over, chopped by swords.
like traces.
"Huh? What is that?"
Yang Ji's eyelids twitched and he suddenly noticed a small black iron box under the remains of the Skeleton Ghost King. This small iron box was not big, only a little bigger than a pebble.
It seemed that it had been swallowed by the Skeleton Ghost King before, and was blown out by the strong wind of the underworld, bumping all over the ground.
"Whoosh!"
Yang Ji's left hand stretched out from his sleeve like a snake, sending out a strong suction force. He took a photo from a distance, and to his surprise, the small iron box did not move.
"It seems to be quite heavy."
Yang Ji was a little surprised. This small iron box was not big, but it seemed to be quite heavy.
Whoosh!
Yang Ji increased his strength, and the next moment, with a whooshing sound, the small iron box rose from the ground and fell into Yang Ji's palm. The moment it fell into his palm, Yang Ji's wrist sank, feeling very heavy.
"I don't know what kind of metal it is, but it seems to be very dense."
Yang Ji looked at it carefully for a while, and was secretly surprised. The small iron box seemed to be sealed very tightly, but Yang Ji still carefully made a hidden crack in it.
Opening it with a snap, the contents of the small iron box immediately appeared in front of Yang Ji.
"This is?!!"
Seeing the contents in the iron box, Yang Ji's pupils suddenly widened. At this time, even if an ancient ferocious beast appeared in front of him, Yang Ji would not be so shocked.
The iron box contains a small lead-gray bottle, but the key is that this small bottle is only the size of a fingernail.
"What is this?"
Yang Ji lost his voice and whispered.
He has seen a lot of treasures, but he has never seen such a strange thing. Yang Ji originally thought that what was hidden in the small box was either some martial arts secret or some magic weapon like a ring, but he never expected that it was such a strange thing.
Lead gray pocket bottle.
Yang Ji stretched out two fingers and took out the small lead-gray bottle from the small iron box. Unexpectedly, an unusually heavy feeling came from his fingers.
Only then did Yang Ji realize that the heaviness he felt before did not come from the iron box at all, but from the strange lead-gray small bottle in his hand.
There was no strong wind in the underworld for the time being. Yang Ji focused his attention on the small bottle and became more and more curious. Such a small bottle was only as big as a fingernail. If it accidentally fell from the fingers, it might not even
will be found.
It is absolutely impossible to say that such a bottle is so heavy. It is absolutely impossible to say that it is not strange. Even metal of the same volume would not be so heavy.
"What is this bottle for? The Skeleton Ghost King puts it in a box and holds it in his mouth. It must be very important. But, how come you have never seen it used after fighting it for so long?"
Yang Ji held the small bottle in his palm and was filled with doubts.
This small bottle the size of a fingernail weighs almost as much as a dozen large pieces of metal ore, which is very rare. However, the strange thing is that such an important thing was useless to the Skeleton Ghost King until his death.
If it weren't for the strong wind in the underworld, Yang Ji might not even know about this thing.
"There seems to be something on the bottle?"
Yang Ji's eyelids suddenly twitched. On the middle and lower part of the lead-gray vial, Yang Ji observed some scratches:
"This... seems to be a text... a mustard bottle?"
Yang Ji was surprised. The writing on the vial was very small. If he hadn't paid close attention to it, he wouldn't have been able to see it at all.
"Najie bottle, what is this? Najie, is it storage?"
Yang Ji was shocked. His first reaction was that this was a magic weapon, but it was such a strange magic weapon that Yang Ji had never heard of or seen before.
"Buzz!"
Almost subconsciously, Yang Ji's fingertips spurted a burst of blood into this strange Najie bottle. But it was of no use. The Najie bottle did not move at all. There was no reaction at all.
Yang Ji changed his aura again, but Naji Ping remained unmoved. It seemed that it was no different from a useless stone.
Such a frighteningly heavy thing with words engraved on the surface cannot be useless. Yang Ji's first reaction was that his method was wrong.
"Or maybe the reason why the Skeleton Ghost King has never used it and even kept it in a small box is because it has nothing to do with this Nakai bottle?"
Yang Ji lowered his head and thought secretly. The more he thought about it, the more Yang Ji realized it was like this. Otherwise, with the importance the Skeleton Ghost King attached to it, it would be impossible to leave it alone.
Looking carefully at the writing on the vial, Yang Ji discovered something else. The three characters "Najie Bottle" were very ancient and looked very similar to the style of the things he saw in the Skeleton Ghost King's underground palace.
"Could it be that this Najie bottle is the same as the Huanglong Sword I got? They were both collected by the Skeleton Ghost King from the underground of Wanfenling Ridge?"
Yang Ji pulled out a Yellow Dragon Sword, and compared the sword and the bottle together. Although the styles and contents were different, the two items gave Yang Ji a very similar feeling and taste, very much like the same thing.
A product of locality.
In an instant, Yang Ji was stunned.
Could it be that the most valuable and heaviest thing in that underground palace has always been kept on the skeleton ghost king, and it is the mustard bottle in his hand?
This idea made Yang Ji feel incredible. The only problem is that Yang Ji still doesn’t know what the purpose of this Najie bottle is.
"Forget it, let's wait until we leave here later to explore the secret of this mustard bottle."
Yang Ji thought for a while, but finally gave up the idea of going into the details. It took the Skeleton Ghost King so long to refine something, and Yang Ji didn't think he could solve it in a short time.
Moreover, it is indeed exciting to obtain treasures, but you must have a life to use them. Compared with this, the most important thing is to find a way to get out of here quickly.
Otherwise, the Skeleton Ghost King may be his own fate.
"Snapped!"
Yang Ji put the Najie bottle back into the iron box and put it in his arms.
In the underworld, everything is strange.
Yang Ji tried, trying to destroy the Di Xingzhou, but found that the Di Xingzhou was not moving at all. The Di Xingzhou, which could escape from the earth and travel in the human world, seemed to be completely ineffective here.
"It seems that the power of the earth here is completely different from the human world."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
When he was in the Iron Crown Sect, Yang Ji once heard Lin Qingyan, Zhao Hua and others mention something. There were many alien spaces outside the Han Dynasty.
In these alien spaces, there are many rules of heaven and earth that are completely different from those in the Han Dynasty. Because the rules are different, a large number of creatures in the alien spaces that are different from those in the Han Dynasty have been born.
For example, trees that can walk, monsters with multiple arms, huge flying fish... including the abyss monsters he encountered in the Tianyin Sect, as well as the evil spirits, yakshas, and rakshasas that appeared this time...
These are all products.
"Buzz!"
A ball of blood wrapped around Di Xingzhou, which was more than two feet on the ground. Soon Di Xingzhou shrank rapidly, and finally turned into about one foot and fell into Yang Ji's palm.
"It's impossible to walk on the ground, the only way is to walk."
Yang Ji put away his boat and looked at the vast land of the underworld. A dazed look flashed in his eyes, but his eyes soon became firm.
The air in the blood shield can no longer hold on for long. In this strange world, Yang Ji may collapse at any time.
Yang Ji didn't know if he could return to the Han Dynasty alive. But at least until he was truly desperate, he would not give up. This was the case when he met the housekeeper Zhou, this was the case when he met Yang Xuanlan, and the evil prince was like this.
In this way, the same is true when encountering the Skeleton Ghost King...
"God will help those who help themselves. No matter what, I will never give up."
A bright light burst out from Yang Ji's eyes, and then he chose a direction and stepped into this strange world. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!