Three hundred and thirtieth chapters mountaintop penance (three)
These ghosts were as if they were alive, each one making shrill screams like a baby, struggling desperately, but they could not escape from Yang Ji's hand. They could only drag each other and be imprisoned in the square inch of Yang Ji's hand.
Looking at this lifelike, ukiyo-e-like picture, Yang Ji laughed. For more than ten days, he braved the huge risk of being assimilated into the world of ghosts, and all of them are here.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji suddenly had a thought in his mind, and a huge thought of hundreds of ghosts immediately moved the heavy blood energy and started running in the body. The heavy feeling at the beginning has now been reduced a lot, and it is no longer as strenuous as before.
However, Yang Ji was not very satisfied with this power of telepathy.
This kind of ghosts is obviously scattered and disorderly, obviously like a hundred pulling ropes in different directions. Although there are many people, they have not exerted their true strength at all.
"Now there's only one left!"
Yang Ji secretly said, looking down at the huge "Hundred Ghosts at Night" in front of him, with a smile on his lips.
"Buzz!"
With a flash of light, the smile at the corner of Yang Ji's mouth froze, and the whole thing seemed motionless as a sculpture. And his soul once again penetrated deeply into the "Hundred Ghosts at Night".
The fierce wind blew across the earth, and the boundless world of ghosts was filled with sadness. The previously boundless ghosts disappeared, and now only a huge, lonely ghost king remained between the sky and the earth.
This ghost king was completely black, like black iron, and its body was extremely tall. Yang Ji stood in front of it, like a humble ant.
Different from the ghost king when Yang Ji first entered the world of ghosts, this ghost king is much more powerful. And its shape is completely different.
It was when he saw this ghost king that Yang Ji suddenly understood what the skeleton ghost king's "Hundred Ghosts Night Parade" was about.
"The Skeleton Ghost King itself is a 'ghost king'. It turns out that the Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night** is actually the ghost king**."
Yang Ji suddenly felt enlightened.
The Skeleton Ghost King's method is not the complete "Hundred Ghosts Night Parade" at all, but the ghost king's method that he has developed based on his unique ghost king body.
Although the two seem to be the same, they are completely different from each other.
"Roar!"
This ghost king with iron horns and immense strength stood motionless on the ground, with a slightly struggling look on its face and an indistinct sound coming from its mouth. It seemed to sense Yang Ji's presence.
Yang Ji smiled. The Skeleton Ghost King did not understand the essence of "Hundred Ghosts at Night", but it was strange to be able to control the ghost king in "Hundred Ghosts at Night".
This is the unique ability of his ghost king.
But it's a pity that the Skeleton Ghost King is dead, and the little bit of broken consciousness he left behind in the sutra paintings can no longer achieve anything. Even if he doesn't care, he will be completely annihilated and disappear in a short time.
"There is only one last step left. If I possess this ghost king, I will be able to completely train myself into a hundred ghosts walking in the night!"
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind. He suddenly let out a low roar, and with the will and essence of the hundred ghosts he understood, it turned into a black shadow and fiercely penetrated into the body of this huge ghost king.
"Boom!"
The earth shook and the sky shook. Just after Yang Ji took over the body of the huge ghost king in the ghost world, a shocking roar resounded both inside and outside the sutra painting.
Without any warning, the mountains at Yang Ji's feet suddenly trembled. In just one breath, the huge hills at Yang Ji's feet stood up and changed in all directions. Deep in the earth, Yin Qi billowed. It surged out in the blink of an eye.
It turns the entire hill into a boiling mist.
Just in the turbulent mist, two points of cold light shot out. Yang Ji jumped up and suddenly jumped up from the ground. This slight jump caused the whole mountain to tremble.
"call!"
A strong wind blew between heaven and earth, causing the big trees all over the mountain to tremble.
Yang Ji stood on the top of the mountain, his whole person bursting with strong self-confidence.
"Finally it worked!"
Yang Ji closed and opened his eyes, and suddenly a magnificent and huge will was stirred up. The wind roared in the void, but there were waves of ghosts crying and howling sounds coming from the wind:
"Jie Jie Jie!"
"Hey hey hey!"
"Quack!"
…
Hundreds of ghosts suddenly appeared in the sky above Yang Ji's head. Countless evil ghosts, fierce ghosts, ferocious ghosts, innocent ghosts..., each one was lifelike, howling crazily in the void, and surrounding Yang Ji crazily.
Running and spinning.
If you look carefully, the shapes composed of all these ghosts are exactly the same as those in the "Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night". And Yang Ji stands in the center of the "Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night", giving off a solemn and solemn atmosphere.
Rumbling, strong winds roared, the earth trembled and the sky shook. In the midst of the ghostly roars that filled the sky, Yang Ji held up his palms, and red light burst out from his body, slowly stimulating a huge force.
boom!
Thousands of mountains shook!
Within a radius of a hundred miles, strong winds roared, and the majestic energy between heaven and earth, driven by a huge will, turned into solid clouds and mist, gathering from all directions.
Yang Ji was like an invisible vortex, standing on the top of the mountain, madly sucking in energy from all directions, increasing the energy of his blood.
And all the energy poured in, like a mud cow pouring into the sea, without any leakage, as if there was another world hidden in Yang Ji's body.
"Hundred! Ghost! Night! Go! Great! Dharma!"
Yang Ji looked solemn, with his right hand raised up and his left palm down, forming a roulette-like shape. However, this roulette wheel had only just rotated and had not exerted its maximum power.
"Boom!"
When Yang Ji's palms turned like roulette wheels, he pressed down suddenly, destroying the body of Baigui Night Walk to the extreme. Click, click, and a loud thunder sound suddenly came from the depths of the void, and the void seemed to be torn apart.
In Yang Ji's body, the extremely heavy blood energy was like melting glaciers. Driven by the huge will of hundreds of ghosts, it rumbled crazily along the path of Little Zhoutian.
"Buzz!"
This force was so huge that it not only easily pushed Yang Ji's mountain of blood energy, but also extracted the great Asura power stored in the cells of his limbs and limbs in Yang Ji's body and integrated it into his blood.
Each of these hundreds of thousands of Asura particles contains a huge quasi-saint-level power. When all these powers are melted, they instantly become a majestic and unimaginably powerful force.
"Crack!"
Yang Ji's tendons, bones, skin, and flesh were already very strong. But after being nourished by these high-level Asura essence and blood energy, they actually began to be greatly strengthened again, directly surpassing the scope of the Wuzong body.
In terms of the level of tyranny at this moment, except for the eighth level Great Wuzong, no one can match Yang Ji's Wuzong body at this time.
Not only that, the blood in the body received this huge energy. It condensed in a large amount in a short period of time, and endless fine sand appeared from the blood vessel walls and penetrated into the blood.
"Blood and energy turn into sand, blood and energy turn into sand..."
Yang Ji was also excited. The "Hundred Ghosts Night Parade" could actually extract the essence and blood of Asura stored in the cells of the whole body. This was something Yang Ji had never expected before.
This alone saved me several months of time, and it was not in vain that I spent so much time studying "Hundred Ghosts at Night".
Rumble!
Yang Ji kept stimulating the body of the Hundred Ghosts at Night, using the artistic conception of the Hundred Ghosts to stimulate the circulation of blood and gas in the body, and at the same time promote the absorption of the Asura essence and blood throughout the body.
The Night Walk of One Hundred Ghosts has always been a method used by evil people to absorb the Yin Qi, corpse Qi, turbid Qi and death Qi from the yin and turbid world between heaven and earth.
But Yang Ji changed it. Although it has the power of a hundred ghosts, it is not used to absorb the yin and turbid energy, but to absorb the yang energy between heaven and earth.
This was originally impossible, but Yang Ji had crossed the sixth level of martial arts, and the yin and yang of blood and energy in his body were not restricted at all.
At this moment, there was more and more fine sand in Yang Ji's blood. This was not mud, but the real iron sand of Wuzong.
If there is too much energy in the blood, it will turn from virtual to solid, forming blood like iron sand. This is the energy of Wuzong.
"Buzz!"
The rolling blood contains huge Wuzong iron sand. After a small cycle, it is finally injected into the Blood Furnace. Moisturized by the huge energy, this Blood Furnace is evolving at an incredible speed.
Changes that usually take more than ten days to complete were completed in a short period of time with sufficient nourishment of Asura essence and blood.
The Blood Furnace continues to grow larger and stronger, and changes from blood red to a bronze-like metallic color at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Very good!"
Yang Ji was excited. The blood in his body was turning faster and faster. Finally——
"ah!--"
Yang Ji raised his head and let out an earth-shattering roar. His hair was raised, and bursts of steel-like sounds came out of his body.
At this moment, the mountains and rivers shook, and a huge aura like a wild beast burst out from his body.
"boom!"
Yang Ji's eyes were blood red and his neck was swollen. Thousands of rolling torrents of blood roared out of his body, twisting the void.
The blood energy in Yang Ji's body was getting faster and faster, and there was more and more iron sand. Finally, this power turned into a devastating torrent, crashing everywhere in Yang Ji's body, making him feel uncomfortable.
"drink!"
Yang Ji suddenly shouted loudly, stepped heavily on his feet, and with a bang, this devastating torrent of blood and energy instantly penetrated into the ground along Yang Ji's feet like water from a floodgate.
With rumbles, thousands of mountains shook, the earth hummed, and billowing dust enveloped dozens of miles in radius, engulfing thousands of old trees. These old trees were swaying and making bursts of sounds.
As if he had been relieved of a huge burden, Yang Ji drained the remaining blood, dirty blood, turbid blood, and septic blood that were difficult to transform at the sixth level of martial arts into his underground body. He felt relaxed all over his body, and a brand new, but more powerful power was in his body.
Roaring and flowing inside the body.
"Wuzong Realm!"
Yang Ji stood in the billowing dust and mist, feeling blessed in his heart. These three words flashed through his mind. Just as this thought passed through his mind, a sudden change occurred——
clang!
Amidst the loud ringing of the bell, the void behind Yang Ji twisted, as if it had broken free from some kind of restraint. A huge, simple golden-red cauldron, which seemed to contain the power to destroy the world, roared and emerged in the void.
——Blood Essence Copper Furnace! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!