"Seeing as you know nothing about the underworld, you don't even know the lantern of the underworld. How did you get in?"
Wang Zhiyong's voice came to his ears, and his clear and beautiful eyes stared at Yang Ji, full of curiosity. Logically speaking, a small sect like the Iron Crown Sect has no ability to enter the underworld.
Moreover, most of those who can enter the underworld have done their homework and are prepared. But the person in front of me is obviously not one of them, and there is something weird in everything.
"It's a matter of course."
Yang Ji didn't hide anything and told the story. He couldn't talk about the Skeleton Ghost King. Otherwise, not only himself, but also the person in front of him would be involved, and his life or death would be uncertain.
Yang Ji omitted the process of fighting the Skeleton Ghost King, and only said that he got an underground boat. When he was exploring underground, he followed a underworld and accidentally discovered a space-time vortex. He was accidentally sucked into it and thrown into the underworld.
"I see."
After listening to Yang Ji's narration, Wang Zhiyong thought seriously for a moment and nodded:
"In some places under the Han Dynasty where the yin energy is extremely heavy, the space structure is unstable, and situations like what you said will indeed occur. However, this situation is difficult to encounter. And even if it does, the time for the space-time vortex to appear is very short.
.It is even rarer to hear of people being thrown into the underworld through this kind of time and space vortex."
"You just said that you encountered an underground underworld. It should be because the turbid air is very heavy, and it communicates with the death air of the underworld. It's no wonder."
Wang Zhiyong was relieved.
In some cases, what Yang Ji said does happen. It's just rare, but being rare doesn't mean it won't happen. What I'm encountering now should be one of them.
"There are many dangers in the underworld, so be careful next time you enter the underworld. Don't come in without sufficient preparation. If you break in in a state like yours, there is a high chance that you will die here."
Wang Zhiyong spoke earnestly and thoughtfully. As she spoke, her snow-white wrists stretched out from her sleeves, five white jade-like onion fingers spread out, and something appeared in her palm, and she handed it over:
"This is for you."
"What?"
Yang Ji asked subconsciously, opened his eyes, and was shocked when he saw the thing. The thing Wang Zhiyong handed over was actually a snow-white insect as white as a lying silkworm.
These bugs are only a few inches long. They are all white and shiny, and their bodies are squirming. They are crawling along Wu Zhiyong's palm to the base of the thumb, and then they are motionless, as if they are a little tired.
"It's an air bug."
Without waiting for Yang Ji to ask, Wang Zhiyong explained, gently pulling out the snow silkworm-like air worm onto the back of Yang Ji's palm:
"It is still difficult for a sect of this level in the county to come into contact with air bugs. This kind of thing is a long story. To put it simply, it can spit out air for you to breathe. If you walk in the underworld without air bugs, you will die.
undoubtedly."
"ah?!!"
Yang Ji was really surprised. Although he knew that Wang Zhiyong could not really give him a worm, he was surprised when he heard Wang Zhiyong.
"No wonder she can walk freely in the underworld."
A flash of light flashed through Yang Ji's mind. He remembered the breath of fresh air he had taken before, and finally understood where it came from. The air bug was very light, lying on the back of his hand, soft and cool. It could be seen that,
This kind of insect is lazy and not very active.
It's just that Yang Ji still finds it hard to believe that a bug can actually spit out the air that a warrior needs to breathe. This kind of strange thing is simply unheard of.
"Air bugs can swallow the Yin Qi, turbid Qi, death Qi, and other alien energy between heaven and earth, and then convert them into air and spit it out for warriors to breathe. Therefore, in the underworld, the sky outside the sky, and those alien spaces, they are very
There is no such thing as being popular. You can’t make it in other dimensions.”
Wang Zhiyong knew that it was Yang Ji's first time coming into contact with these things, so he was very patient.
Yang Ji listened attentively, very carefully. He knew very well that the identity, stratum, and things he came into contact with in front of him were probably far superior to his own.
In the underworld, it is very difficult to meet such kind-hearted guides. Under normal circumstances, even if you meet someone who understands these things, you probably won't tell yourself easily.
So Yang Ji listened very carefully.
Wang Zhiyong glanced at Yang Ji, feeling a little surprised. She was just planning to say a little bit, but when she saw Yang Ji was so serious, she smiled slightly in her heart, and temporarily changed her focus and said a few more words:
"The air bugs are actually not from our Han Dynasty, but are creatures from a certain alien space. They couldn't breathe air at first. Then I don't know who made the impromptu decision to bring these bugs to the Han Dynasty to raise them."
"Different worlds have different rules. I believe you have already felt this. These bugs have reproduced for several generations in the Han Dynasty. Under the influence of the rules of heaven and earth, they gradually mutated. Some bugs began to be able to create air."
"To ordinary people, this is nothing. After all, air is everywhere. But people in our sect were keenly aware of the huge role of this bug almost immediately. They named them air bugs and carried out special
Cultivation. Up to now, many kinds of air bugs have appeared, targeting different spaces, including those from the underworld, those from the outer world, and those from other dimensions."
"Don't think it's soft, but it's actually very strong. It can't be killed by flying swords. It's nothing like me. Those air bugs that are suitable for Martial Lord and Martial Saint can't be destroyed by our abilities."
…
Wang Zhiyong explained the history of the air bug in detail. Yang Ji was also surprised, never expecting that this bug had such an origin.
"Didn't you say that the space-time vortex that you came from has closed and disappeared? You take this air bug, it's a gift from me. Anything can happen in the underworld. Without this, you can't move even an inch."
Wang Zhiyong said.
"Senior sister..."
Yang Ji hesitated for a moment. He could see that the air bug was very precious, and he originally wanted to refuse. But after thinking about it, he thought it would be too pretentious. He simply nodded and said gratefully:
"Sister, thank you."
"Haha." Wang Zhiyong smiled and said nothing more.
With this air bug, Yang Ji's confidence greatly increased. He sat cross-legged and checked silently for a moment. After feeling that there was nothing serious about his body, he stood up.
"Let's go. The underworld is full of dangers. I'll escort you for a while first. I'll wait until you find a way back to Langya County later."
Wang Zhiyong's green hair flew up, revealing her snow-white neck. She held the black Hades lantern in her hand, stepped lightly under her feet, and immediately jumped out.
"What a brilliant qinggong."
A strange color flashed across Yang Ji's eyes. Wang Zhiyong's Qinggong seemed to be very superb. Just now, Yang Ji's eyes only felt blurry, and she had already jumped more than ten feet away.
"Whoosh!"
Yang Ji jumped up and hurriedly caught up. Wang Zhiyong was not very fast, and it was obvious that she was deliberately "accommodating" Yang Ji.
"This is a rare opportunity. Ask her carefully."
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Ji caught up, walked side by side with Wang Zhiyong, and asked her about many things in the underworld. Wang Zhiyong also knew everything, and was not wary of Yang Ji.
Come to think of it, a little disciple of Zhou Tian who almost suffocated to death due to lack of air and fell in front of her. How could he have any plot against her? How could he have any plot against her?
Under the guidance of Wang Zhiyong, a master, Yang Ji gradually learned more about the underworld.
"...So, you want to get some obsidian back from the underworld?"
Wang Zhiyong said suddenly, looking a little surprised.
"Yeah. I promised some seniors before to help them bring back some obsidian from the underworld."
Yang Jidao.
The most imminent crisis was temporarily solved with the help of air bugs. Yang Ji naturally took advantage of this rare opportunity to ask about the Obsidian issue he was most concerned about.
Entering Baoshan and returning empty-handed is not Yang Ji's style. Since he has taken such a big risk and entered the underworld, he must gain something before he can return.
Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of time?
"Obsidian contains the purest breath of death. Because it is too pure, it is useless. Even evil warriors cannot absorb it. In the underworld, only native evil ghosts, yakshas, and rakshasas can use it to some extent. But they cannot use it completely.
I don’t know what you want these obsidians for. But in the underworld, having such things must be very dangerous.”
Wang Zhiyong frowned and said. She felt that Yang Ji was getting weirder and weirder now. Among the warriors who entered the underworld, everyone knew that obsidian was useless and was completely like scrap metal.
But scrap iron can at least be reused, but obsidian is completely useless. And for warriors with low cultivation levels, it can still cause a certain amount of damage. It can be considered the most useless waste among all the things in the underworld.
It's really puzzling that Yang Ji would be interested in this kind of thing.
But since Yang Ji mentioned a certain mysterious senior who was specially designated by the other party, Wang Zhiyong couldn't say more.
"Senior sister, where can I find this kind of obsidian?"
Yang Ji asked.
"Obsidian is not uncommon. As you go along, as long as you find more than ten evil spirits, yakshas, and rakshasas standing guard in a circle, and there are more than four rakshasas inside, then there must be obsidian in that place. However,
, I really don’t recommend challenging these Rakshasa.”
Wang Zhiyong said with some worry.
The black-skinned Rakshasa is invulnerable and difficult to deal with. If he were in the Han Dynasty, Yang Ji might be able to deal with it. But in the underworld, all warriors are automatically reduced by one level, and Yang Ji is no longer an opponent.
——Wang Zhiyong has not paid special attention to Yang Ji’s realm until now.
"Thank you, senior sister, I understand."
Yang Ji smiled.
Of course he knew Wang Zhiyong's worries, but Yang Ji didn't explain too much. Of course, a warrior from Little Zhou Tian couldn't deal with these black-skinned Rakshasa, but unfortunately, he was not a warrior from Little Zhou Tian.
With Wang Zhiyong's underworld lantern, the two of them walked side by side, and the evil spirits in the underworld were no longer fearful. Talking and laughing along the way, Yang Ji learned a lot from Wang Zhiyong.
But for some reason, there were hard and undulating black rocks everywhere along the way. Except for the first few times, Yang Ji never encountered an evil ghost, nightshasa, or rakshasa.
The evil spirits, yakshas, and rakshasas that we met in Wanfenling appeared in endless groups, but they seemed to have disappeared here.
"Hey!——"
Suddenly, a high-pitched scream, as loud as gold and stone, came from afar. In this empty land of the underworld, it seemed very ear-piercing.
"What's this?"
Yang Ji listened carefully and stopped. After entering the underworld, this was the first time he heard such a strange roar. And for some reason, Yang Ji also heard a shocking smell from the strange roar.
.
"No! It's Feitian Yaksha!"
A panicked voice came from my ears.
"ah?!"
Yang Ji was stunned. Before he could react, Wang Zhiyuan grabbed his wrist and forcibly pulled him to a rock with steep terrain and lurked down.
"This voice doesn't seem to be Yaksha, does it?"
Yang Ji turned his head and looked at Wang Zhiyong with some confusion. He had killed many Yakshas in Wanfenling. The voice just now didn't sound like Yaksha's.
Moreover, does a Yaksha need to be so anxious? Can he be killed in a minute? (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!