Yang Ji panted heavily and stared at the ground. His knees softened and his strength was exhausted. He knelt on the ground. A stinging feeling came from under his knees. The ground was covered with dense grass.
"This is where?"
Yang Ji sat down on the ground and looked around. The surrounding was a completely unfamiliar scene, surrounded by mountains, undulating and uninhabited.
Behind him, there were countless fallen trees, criss-crossing each other, like a hurricane passing through.
——This is a place I have never been to.
Yang Ji only paid attention to the violence in Xuan Xie's heart, and didn't even notice where he went.
"It shouldn't be Langya County."
Yang Ji was sitting on the ground, and suddenly noticed a clump of purple grass with flowers not far away. He picked it up, put it to his nose and smelled it, and it had a refreshing fragrance.
"There is no such plant in Langya County."
Yang Ji secretly thought to himself that he was almost familiar with Langya County. Although he had not been to every place, he could tell the vegetation and soil in most areas at a glance.
This purple grass seems to have special requirements for the soil it grows in. Yang Ji has never seen it before in Langya County.
"As soon as it comes, we'll make peace with it. Let's restore our strength first."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
Yang Ji remembered that when he broke out of the ground and left the demon-suppressing formation, the sun was still shining. But at this time, it was already dark behind the scenes, and a sunset hung high in the west, and it was not far from dark.
boom!
Yang Ji calmed down, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to stir up the little Zhou Tian in his body, absorbing the endless vitality in Zhou Tian.
Buzz!
A breeze blew over the top of the mountain, and the white fog around Yang Ji became thicker and thicker. At first, it was only limited to a few feet around Yang Ji. Later, it expanded to a distance of hundreds of feet, forming a huge fog.
ocean.
All these mists are the vitality of heaven and earth.
All the energy in Yang Ji Renyi's pen has been exhausted, and none of the Little Holy Word Techniques in "The Book of Great Confucianism" remain. Now the energy can only be restored in this way.
Yang Ji sat cross-legged in the sea of mist, like an old monk in meditation, constantly absorbing the mist coming from all directions. Yang Ji had reached the fifth level of martial arts. The Little Zhou Tianhou was formed in his body, and he was no longer limited to form.
At any time, as long as the small Zhoutian is shaken, the vitality of heaven and earth can be attracted from the sky and the earth.
I don't know how long it took, but Yang Ji felt that almost one-tenth of the blood energy in his body had recovered, and he opened his eyes from trance.
"The energy absorbed in this way is still limited, and it takes a lot of time. Let's stop here for today."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
Taking advantage of this moment, Yang Ji checked his body. Inside the body, in the seven meridians and eight meridians, the violent and unruly energy of essence and blood finally settled down. However, it almost made Yang Ji's body a mess. Spend time to repair it in the future.
Diversion is inevitable.
In addition, Yang Ji also found that due to his insufficient realm, he was unable to control the energy of the Asura essence and blood. As a result, the energy of these Asura essence and blood could not be fully absorbed, and a large amount of the Asura essence and blood energy was integrated into his own body.
Between flesh, blood and cells.
However, my cultivation level was still at the peak of the sixth level of martial arts. The imaginary surge in level did not appear.
But the benefits are not without them.
The detonated essence and blood were scattered to the limbs and bones, and after merging with the flesh, blood and cells of the whole body, an unexpected harvest appeared.
That is because Yang Ji's body has been transformed by these quasi-saint-level essence and blood, the density of his flesh and blood, and the toughness of his body have been greatly improved.
This also led to Yang Ji actually possessing the body of a martial arts master at the seventh level of martial arts at the level of a military general. He was also more powerful than most martial arts masters.
This is simply a miracle in the martial arts world, unique!
"clang!"
Yang Ji suddenly pulled out the flying sword on his back, laid the sword flat, stretched out his right index finger, and struck the sword with the back of his finger. Bang! There was a sound of gold and iron colliding, as if what was colliding was not flesh and metal.
But two pieces of metal.
"Hahaha, really!"
Hearing this voice, Yang Ji felt extremely happy.
The body of the Wuzong is the biggest advantage of the evil prince and Yang Xuanlan. It is also the advantage of almost all Wuzong. Below the sixth level of martial arts, even with all your strength, you cannot hurt a Wuzong.
As for flying swords below the sixth level, they couldn't even cut a piece of skin on Wu Zong's body. When Yang Ji met the evil prince and Yang Xuanlan, he didn't even dare to fight, he just ran away.
Because all the means were just scratching the surface for the evil prince and Yang Xuanlan. As a result, Yang Ji had to try his best to find a sword at the level of a sixth-grade general.
But even so, the swords of the sixth-level general level could only cut them, which was a slight threat, but could not cause significant, penetrating damage.
The only thing in Yang Ji that has that kind of potential is just a "bloodthirsty sword". Unfortunately, Yang Ji's realm is not enough, and he can't exert its power even if he holds the sword.
However, now, things have changed, and Yang Ji actually has the body of a Wuzong!
Whoosh!
Without any warning, Yang Ji suddenly held the sword in his left hand and swung the sword fiercely to slash his right arm. Bang! With a steely sound, the flying sword in his left hand bounced high, leaving only a faint line on Yang Ji's right arm.
Yes, a five or six inch long white mark.
"Hahaha……"
Yang Ji was startled, looking at this shallow white mark, and suddenly raised his head and laughed excitedly:
"The body of the Wuzong, the body of the Wuzong!... Unexpectedly, I also have the body of the Wuzong!"
Yang Ji was finally convinced that he truly possessed an invulnerable Wuzong body. Although he was so messed up by the Great Asura, the energy of his essence and blood was not used, and his realm did not break through to the Wuzong state.
But this is not a big deal. In the future, I will absorb the remaining essence and blood energy in the blood cells all over my body, condense the essence and blood copper furnace, and reach the seventh level of martial arts.
The most important thing is that he actually possesses the martial arts body that countless warriors have dreamed of one step ahead of schedule!
From then on, flying swords below the sixth level of martial arts were no longer a threat to me. The advantage that the evil prince and Yang Xuanlan had over me had been completely eliminated by me.
From then on, facing these two old enemies, I felt truly proud!
"Groan!——"
A bright light flashed in Yang Ji's eyes. He suddenly jumped up from the ground in excitement, and let out a shocking roar. The roar was like a dragon's roar, which lasted for a long time in the mountains and forests!
This adventure was finally worth it. And I successfully passed my father's test!
"It will get dark soon. Let's find a place to spend the night and have something to eat."
Yang Ji calmed down, looked around and thought to himself.
Langya County has the royal court's Yellow Fang fleet dispatched. After sealing the space-time vortex, it will be just around the corner to put an end to this underworld disaster.
The top priority was still himself. After the torture, Yang Ji was exhausted and exhausted, and he was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.
Whoosh!
Yang Ji parted the grass at his feet and galloped along a path downhill. At that moment, Yang Ji could see clearly that there were several elk on the opposite mountain.
No surprise, this is my feast tonight.
Two flashes of light and shadow flew past, and Yang Ji walked quickly through the grass and shrubs. When he passed a large rock lying across the mountains and fields, suddenly, an indescribable feeling came to his heart.
Yang Ji frowned and stood on tiptoe. He stopped abruptly on the bare lying cow stone in the grass.
"This is……"
Yang Ji had a thoughtful look on his face, and his eyebrows were wrinkled into the shape of a river. He thought for a moment. Yang Ji's legs and knees flexed and bounced, and they shot out like springs. After a few dozen feet, they landed on the side where they came from.
branches, and his feet swayed along with the branches.
Yang Ji tilted his head slightly, feeling the wind carefully. After hesitating for a moment, his legs bounced on the gray-black branches, and he jumped forward again, like a mountain deer, flying high and rowing in the air.
It passed through a graceful arc and then landed on the Wo Niu Rock at the foot of the mountain.
"How is this going?"
Yang Ji compared it carefully and finally raised his head, his eyes full of confusion, as if he was searching for something. Just now, he felt a special power in the air of the mountains.
This power is invisible and formless, but it has the power to calm the blood of the Great Asura in Yang Ji's body.
Although Yang Ji controlled the desire to kill in his heart by constantly venting, running, and hitting trees, through this kind of venting and channeling method, this did not mean that the crisis was completely resolved.
Great Asura is the king of battle, and has the level of quasi-sage, and his realm far exceeds that of Yang Ji. Yang Ji obtained the most precious essence and blood in his body, and the essence and blood energy merged with his own flesh and blood, and at the same time swallowed up his spirit
The force energy is equivalent to inheriting the manic, violent, and killing will of the great Asura, as well as the instinct to thirst for battle.
When Yang Ji accepted the power of the Great Asura, he accepted these wills and instincts and became a part of himself.
This is also the reason why Yang Ji was unable to resist the tempting voice in his mind in his mania. Because it did not come from the temptation of the great Asura at all, but from the dark and negative desires that were aroused in Yang Ji's own heart.
That is Yang Ji’s own desire!
After Yang Ji vented his anger, these desires, will and instincts were temporarily suppressed, but they did not completely disappear.
Whenever there is a chance, Yang Ji is worried that he will fall into that violent, out-of-control, and violent state again. But just now, Yang Ji suddenly felt that the violence, killing, and violence deep in his bloodline became extremely peaceful.
It feels like a butcher who suddenly puts down his butcher knife and turns into a kind-hearted old man. All negative emotions completely disappear.
So for a moment, Yang Ji thought that the will and instinct of the great Asura had really disappeared, until Yang Ji shot back and jumped onto the branch of the tree.
Yang Ji was very sure that there was a special force in the air nearby, which could affect Asura's bloodline and make it as peaceful as a tamed wild horse.
"What exactly is this?"
Yang Ji secretly said, a strong curiosity suddenly arose in his heart. The great Asura is a quasi-sage, only half a step away from the martial saint.
Back then, his father had refined his body, leaving only his head and arms. He used a martial-level divine weapon to kill his remains, and it was still so difficult to deal with him. One can imagine how powerful Asura is.
But it is incredible that this power can actually resolve the hostility of the great Asura.
"boom!"
Yang Ji stepped on the lying cow stone, lifted up easily, turned over, and immediately landed on a treetop a few feet away. After pondering for a moment, Yang Ji immediately stepped on the treetop, following the peaceful force in the air. Go. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!