"The rules of the underworld are so suppressed. If it were the Han Dynasty, such an evil ghost would have been burned to ashes."
Yang Ji kicked the evil ghost corpse and turned it over, revealing the bone knives with bulging arms. Yang Ji touched it and tested it, and an unusually sharp feeling came from his feet.
Yang Ji even felt that with just such a slight touch, part of the outermost skin of his ankle was cut.
"This pair of bone knives is almost as good as a pair of fine blood swords!"
Yang Ji was secretly frightened. In the underworld, evil ghosts are not very powerful, far inferior to other Yakshas and Rakshasas, and their defense is not high, so it is easy for people to ignore them.
But in fact, the biggest threat to people is not the powerful Yaksha and Rakshasa, but these mutated ordinary evil spirits.
Unless you have cultivated a martial arts body and become invulnerable, you will never be able to ignore the attacks of these bone knives.
The number of evil ghosts is huge, so the number of mutations is far greater than that of other yakshas and rakshasas. Along the way, Yang Ji has seen many different kinds of mutated evil ghosts.
"His!"
Yang Ji took a deep breath, stepped over the corpse of the evil spirit, and was about to move forward. Suddenly his eyes glanced into the distance, and he immediately moved.
"Um?"
Just over thirty feet away from him, separated by black rocks of different shapes, more than a dozen evil ghosts, yakshas, ​​and rakshasas were gathered in a pile, guarding a tall, strange pine cone-like structure.
rock.
These evil spirits, yakshas, ​​and rakshasas looked alertly and roared at him, but they did not come forward and seemed not to want to leave the black charcoal-like stone in the middle.
This is in sharp contrast to the other evil ghosts Yang Ji encountered along the way.
"This is... obsidian?!"
One moment, Yang Ji was still doubtful. But the next moment, Yang Ji was shocked and suddenly understood. The situation in front of him was exactly the same as what Wang Zhiyong had described to him.
However, what really allowed Yang Ji to confirm the identity of this pine cone black stone was the strong aura of death surging inside, like a burning flame.
"So this is Obsidian!"
Yang Ji's cells all over his body relaxed. His heart was filled with joy. After traveling in the underworld for so long, he finally saw the kind of obsidian the gatekeeper mentioned.
Yang Ji walked a few steps and took a closer look. He saw bursts of faint cold light refracting from the surface of this strange pine cone stone. Looking carefully, it turned out that the entire obsidian was actually countless large and small smooth facets.
composition.
The cold light flickering in the void is refracted by these smooth facets.
"Ouch!——"
Evil ghosts, yakshas, ​​and rakshasas seemed to feel threatened, and roared at Yang Ji, posing ready to attack at any time.
"Now that I've seen it, I can't miss it no matter what."
Yang Ji smiled slightly, and nine yellow dragon swords flew out from behind as if they were alive, floating around Yang Ji one by one, with the sword tips pointing towards the underworld creatures thirty feet away.
"Roar!--"
More than a dozen evil ghosts, yakshas, ​​and rakshasas roared and jumped out. Almost at the same time, nine yellow dragon swords jumped out of the void like a swarm of sharks. After a few feet, they all disappeared. Only sharp roars were heard in the void, and no sword shape was visible.
All I could see was the shadow of the sword, whirling or stabbing, picking or cutting.
"receive!"
Yang Ji pointed his hand, and the nine-handled yellow dragon sword went away and returned, falling back on his back.
The surrounding sky was dark and the earth was dark, and there was silence. Opposite Yang Ji, there were more than a dozen evil ghosts, yakshas, ​​and rakshasas in different postures, motionless. They seemed to be frozen in the void.
"boom!"
A ray of red line appeared under the neck of the evil ghost at the forefront. In the blink of an eye, there was a bang, and the big head tilted and rolled down from the shoulders. Then the body that jumped out also shook. It fell to the ground.
On the ground.
Bang bang bang!
One head, two heads, three heads..., as if they had made an appointment, one after another, the evil spirits, yakshas, ​​and rakshasas fell to the ground with their heads missing.
"howl!--"
A few dozen feet away, an evil ghost opened its eyes wide as if it was greatly frightened, howled, and suddenly ran away.
As if infected by the plague, all the underworld creatures around him began to run wild.
But in the blink of an eye, all the underworld creatures within a radius of dozens of feet escaped completely, and there was no other life except Yang Ji.
"That's good. It also saves me a lot of effort."
Yang Ji smiled and ignored the underworld creatures who were watching him warily in the distance. He walked past on foot and stopped in front of the pine cone-shaped obsidian.
Wisps of black energy that were indistinguishable to the naked eye emitted from the tip of the obsidian and dissipated into the void before it floated up.
Yang Ji was condescending. Looking down from above, he could clearly feel that the ground around the obsidian was darker in color. If he looked carefully, he could even see a clear dividing line.
"I can dig out some obsidian before leaving the underworld, so it's a worthwhile trip."
Yang Ji smiled slightly, stretched out his five fingers, and grabbed the top of the obsidian, preparing to break the piece of obsidian and take it away.
But the moment he touched the obsidian, Yang Ji's fingers trembled as if they were struck by electricity, and a sharp pain came from his fingertips.
Yang Ji flicked his fingers and released them like lightning.
"This is...how can there be such a strong death aura?!"
Yang Ji couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes. The moment he touched the obsidian, Yang Ji clearly felt a sharp aura of death rushing straight into his body like a sharp arrow.
Turning over his palm, Yang Ji suddenly discovered that the surface of the finger that first touched the obsidian suddenly had a needle-like black spot on it, as if it had been burned.
Looking at the pine cone-shaped obsidian in front of him, Yang Ji was surprised.
Obsidian is just a kind of ore. Wang Zhiyong also reminded him before that it contains a strong aura of death, and warriors cannot use it.
But Yang Ji didn't expect that the death energy inside was so pure that it could burn people!
"It's incredible..."
At this moment, countless thoughts passed through Yang Ji's mind. He suddenly understood why Wang Zhiyong said that this kind of energy warriors could not be attracted, and even evil warriors could not use it.
Yang Ji suddenly thought of the gatekeeper again. Obsidian possesses such a strong and pure aura of death that it is completely incompatible with the blood of a warrior.
The gatekeeper asked him to collect these useless obsidian. What did he want to do?
Yang Ji's mind went up and down one after another. He finally came to his senses.
"Forget it, I happened to see these obsidian stones when I arrived in the underworld. There is no reason to enter the treasure mountain and return empty-handed, completely pretending not to see it. As for the gatekeeper... I will understand it when I see him after I return."
Yang Ji thought of this disaster in the underworld. Those evil spirits, yakshas, ​​and rakshasas that were raging like a flood had probably swarmed to the top of the Iron Crown Sect.
The current fate of the gatekeeper is unknown.
But Yang Ji believes that no matter what, the gatekeeper will survive.
"laugh!"
A cold light slanted across the darkness, and the several-foot-high obsidian was suddenly cut into two pieces. Unexpectedly, the pine cone-shaped part at the upper end of the obsidian suddenly became brittle after being cut, and the surface collapsed into countless fragments, leaving only the core.
A piece of ore the size of a fist.
"Is this... is this what obsidian really looks like? It's just a shell of rock on the outside?"
Yang Ji gently pulled out the obsidian core on the ground with the bloodthirsty sword in his hand, feeling surprised in his heart. It seemed that the obsidian was divided into two parts, the inner and outer parts.
What is outside is the rock shell that has been affected by the air of death for a long time. It is constantly blackening and wrapped around the outer shell. What is inside is the real obsidian.
"No wonder it's called obsidian. Judging from its shape and size, it really lives up to its name."
Yang Ji stared at the obsidian on the ground and thought to himself.
It suddenly dawned on him that this was probably what the gatekeeper wanted.
"laugh!"
Yang Ji's heart moved, and he suddenly raised his sword to cut off a piece from the hem of his robe and stuck it to the ground. The obsidian's death aura was too strong to allow direct contact with the skin.
Yang Ji planned to use pieces of cloth to isolate the package and then bring it back to the Han Dynasty.
"His!"
Unexpectedly, Yang Ji pulled out the sword, and as soon as the oval-shaped obsidian rolled onto the piece of cloth, a hissing sound was made from underneath.
When this cut piece of blue cloth comes into contact with obsidian, it immediately turns black and carbonizes, and then turns into powder.
To be continued...