In the dark world of the underworld, Yang Ji was exploring carefully alone, but except for those dangerous winds, he could hear nothing else. It was so quiet that it was unbelievable.
"What's going on? I remember that the evil magic circle of the Skeleton Ghost King summoned a large number of evil ghosts, yakshas and rakshasas from the underworld. It's okay to not see these. But why did we follow the underworld?
The underworld is gone too? Could it be that the underworld can still be sucked dry?"
Yang Ji flew along the sharp and undulating ground, observing his surroundings and thinking secretly, filled with doubts in his heart.
Everything here is too weird and weird.
The Skeleton Ghost King had summoned so many creatures from the underworld and so much water from the underworld before, but why were all of them gone?
There are sharp black rocks everywhere here, and not even a drop of water can be seen. Could it be said that the time and space channel opened by the Skeleton Ghost King will keep moving? Sometimes there, sometimes here?
Yang Ji found it unbelievable.
The air in the blood shield was constantly decreasing, and every decrease meant that he was one step closer to death. Yang Ji had to use all his mental power, precise analysis, and calculation to reduce his air consumption to the end.
But the most important thing is that Yang Ji has no idea where the exit from the underworld is. A feeling of anxiety slowly arises in his heart, and Yang Ji has to suppress it with all his strength.
Yang Ji knew very well that all these negative emotions were of no help to him.
"His!"
Within his field of vision, the black earth was undulating with furious waves, and Yang Ji faintly heard some sound in his ears. The sound only rang for a moment and soon disappeared.
"There's something!"
Yang Ji's eyelids twitched and he immediately became more vigilant. The light in the underworld was very dim, and the power of heaven and earth that was completely different from that of the Han Dynasty made Yang Ji feel mentally stripped.
Yang Ji knew it well. This was a process that the mind and body had to slowly adapt to after arriving in a strange world.
"Roar!"
While I was thinking about it, there was a sudden roar, and a black shadow suddenly jumped up from a sharp black rock in the corner of my eye, stretching its limbs. It pounced on Yang Ji like a ferocious wolf and a leopard, with two rows of white and sharp fangs.
, very glaring in the dark.
"Rakshasa!"
Yang Ji was taken aback. This was a black-skinned Rakshasa that was comparable to the fourth-level martial arts Blood Furnace warrior. The black-skinned Rakshasa was a humanoid creature from the underworld and was very powerful, but he didn’t know why the black-skinned Rakshasa in front of him
It doesn't stand up and walk, but moves forward like a reptile.
Its bones are very large, no different from other black-skinned Rakshasa. However, the skeleton has almost no muscles and is only covered with a thin layer of black skin, as if it has been hungry for a long time.
But precisely because of this, this black-skinned Rakshasa looks very crazy.
"court death!"
Yang Ji didn't care either. Although the black-skinned Rakshasa was stronger than the evil ghosts, Yang Ji killed more than one of them. With a shake of his hand, Yang Ji struck out with one palm.
"boom!"
The hands and claws intertwined, and a strong burst of force came from the opposite side. Yang Ji originally thought that he could knock away the pair of black-skinned Rakshasa with one palm, but unexpectedly, the black-skinned Rakshasa emitted white smoke.
He just staggered back a few steps.
"How can it be?"
Yang Ji looked at his palm and was stunned. He was not shocked by the strength of this black-skinned Rakshasa. He was shocked by the changes in his body:
"How come my strength is so reduced?"
Yang Ji felt unbelievable. The energy in his body had not changed, and his body had not changed either. However, the power of the blow seemed to have lost a lot.
Yang Ji had killed many black-skinned Rakshasa when he entered Wanfenling. He had a precise understanding of these monsters and his calculations would definitely be correct.
This palm should not have the effect I imagined at all.
It felt as if someone had placed a heavy yoke on oneself, and most of the strength exerted was used to resist the yoke.
"howl!--"
The black-skinned Rakshasa ignored Yang Ji's preoccupation. He howled angrily, flicked his limbs, and jumped up from the ground. With a sharp roar, he rushed towards Yang Ji again.
This time the attack was faster and more severe than the previous one.
"Qiang!"
There was a clear sword cry. It was too late, but soon, Yang Ji spewed out a dazzling white light from behind. The next moment, Yang Ji stepped forward, whirled, the long sword swung by, the howling stopped suddenly, and a
Dou Big Head, ferocious and ferocious, flew high into the air with crisp and agile movements!
"Snapped!"
The head fell to the ground. After a while, the neckless corpse spurted out a jet of black and fell to the ground. It trembled twice and remained motionless.
After killing this skinny black-skinned Rakshasa with one sword, Yang Ji frowned, but there was no thought of happiness in his heart.
Yang Ji flew all the way, but because he was worried about the lurking crisis and the terrifying underworld wind, his speed was not very fast.
Therefore, Yang Ji didn't realize until now that his strength had weakened a lot. His strength, which was originally at the peak of the military commander level, was directly reduced to the peak of Xiao Zhoutian, the fifth level of martial arts in this underworld.
This makes his situation worse and more dangerous.
The only good thing is that although his strength has been weakened, the blood in his body has not. This means that he is not the peak of Little Zhoutian in the pure sense.
Moreover, although the energy in the Pen of Benevolence and Righteousness is running low, it should still be able to hold on for a while and replenish the blood in the body a few times.
"Is it because of the rules of heaven and earth here?"
Yang Ji raised his head, looked at the sky of the underworld above his head, and fell into deep contemplation. The rules of this world have changed greatly from those of the Han Dynasty. Earthly boats cannot be used, strong winds can roll people into pieces, everything is so
s difference.
Yang Ji remembered the sudden sinking feeling on his shoulders when he was just thrown into the underworld by the vortex of time and space, and he immediately realized that perhaps at that time, the suppressive power of this world had already fallen on him.
This place is rich in death energy, and it belongs to the world of those dark creatures. I practice the heaven and earth energy of the Han world, the most yang and the strongest in the world, and it is naturally incompatible with this world. It is inevitable that my strength will be weakened and suppressed.
However, Yang Ji did not expect that this kind of suppression would be so powerful. It would directly knock him down from the peak of the general level to the peak of Xiao Zhoutian.
"The gatekeeper didn't tell the truth. He didn't tell everything about the situation in the underworld."
Yang Ji thought of the gatekeeper. Back in Tieguan Mountain, he had questioned him again and again. The gatekeeper had sworn that he would tell him everything he needed to tell him. But that was not the case at all.
The gatekeepers did not say anything about the overwhelming black wind that shattered gold and stone, the power of heaven and earth that was completely different from that of the Han Dynasty, and the fact that after entering the underworld, one would be lowered by a level.
When I agreed to the gatekeeper to search for obsidian for him in exchange for the vitality grass, I thought it was a very cost-effective deal, but now it seems to be very dangerous, far from it.
"We'll make peace with it now. Now we can only hope to find an exit as soon as possible. It would be best if we could find some obsidian when we leave."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
Apart from the problem of lack of air and various lurking dangers, the underworld is actually a good place to hunt for treasures. This world has a long history and is extremely ancient. There are many good things in it, and obsidian is one of them.
Although the gatekeeper seems to be very important, in the underworld, obsidian is actually just a kind of stone. There seem to be many such things in the underworld.
Of course, you have to have the life to get it.
"Whoosh!"
Yang Ji's body swayed and turned into a black shadow and disappeared into the land of the underworld. The world of the underworld was dark, and Yang Ji soon had no time to think about obsidian.
This black land was like undulating and solidified wild waves. Countless sharp spikes were scattered across the sky, pointing straight to the sky. Yang Ji was flying all the way. He felt that all the scenery was similar.
The air in the blood shield was getting less and less. Even though Yang Ji had repeatedly calculated and reduced the breathing consumption to the minimum, it still could not change the fact that the breathable air was about to be exhausted.
The air was getting less and less. Yang Ji Bishun counted every breath he took, and a feeling of anxiety gradually rose. And it became more and more intense.
Yang Ji knew that his hope of leaving the underworld was probably getting slimmer.
"Where? Where is the exit?..."
Yang Ji looked up at the sky, secretly anxious. He was by no means the first person to descend to the underworld. In fact, many people knew about the existence of the underworld. Obviously, many strong men in the Han Dynasty ventured into the underworld.
Since these people can enter, there is naturally a way to leave. Only by finding strong men of the sect who are adventuring in the underworld, they can naturally find a way to leave.
Yang Ji thought of this and took a deep breath, his mind clearing up a lot.
"Yes, as long as you find warriors who venture into the underworld, you will definitely be able to find a way to leave."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
It is not easy to find a space passage to leave in a strange world, it is like finding a needle in a haystack.
But it is much easier to specifically find those warriors who are adventuring in the underworld. At least, it is not like the former who can only rely on luck.
"The underworld is full of dangers. Those who dare to come here must be highly skilled and brave. Unlike ordinary people, it must be that the more dangerous the place, the easier it is for them to appear."
Yang Ji remembered what the gatekeeper had said, that obsidian is guarded by evil spirits, yakshas, and rakshasas. That is, as long as you find the place where these underworld creatures gather, it will be easier to find warriors adventuring in the underworld.
But what I have to consider is that with Yang Ji's current situation, it would be fine if he could find those warriors from the underworld. If not, he would probably be torn apart alive by hordes of evil ghosts, yakshas, and rakshasas.
fragments.
Moreover, even if those adventurous warriors in the underworld are found, it is hard to tell whether they are evil, enemies or friends. But Yang Ji has no choice.
"I can't care about that much anymore. If I go, I will die. If I don't go, I will die. I can only take a risk."
Yang Ji gritted his teeth and a firm look flashed across his eyes.
"call!"
The dark world of the underworld is filled with the sound of howling winds. In this special area, for some reason, evil ghosts, yakshas, and rakshasas are rarely seen.
Yang Ji stood next to a sharp black rock and listened carefully. After a while, he finally distinguished a low howl from the howling wind of the underworld.
"Here!"
With a shudder of his body, Yang Ji jumped out from behind the black rock with a whoosh and disappeared quickly. The distance got closer and closer, and the howling sound gradually became clearer.
The light in the underworld is weak, and the sky and the earth are dark and connected. In this environment, the line of sight is greatly affected.
"Huh? What is that?"
Suddenly, Yang Ji couldn't help but frown. Just now, he saw a light flashing behind the undulating rocks in the direction to the right.
The light was so small that it looked like a lamp. It disappeared after a while, so fast that Yang Ji was not sure whether he really saw it or whether it was his hallucination.
There is darkness in the underworld, with black as the main tone. This kind of light is completely out of place. Yang Ji doesn't know if this is his illusion. If it is an illusion, that's it. If not...
At this moment, Yang Ji's heart couldn't help but beat with excitement, and the blood all over his body surged upwards.
"Go over and have a look."
Yang Ji changed direction and hurriedly swept to the right... (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!