Chapter 157: The Power of Purifying the Heretic God
Yang Ji is just a martial arts sect, and logically he cannot reach this level. The ghost alchemist can only guess that he wants to refine a very special elixir. Since Yang Ji can even refine the elixir for treating derangements, then
It may not be impossible to refine the elixir that can drive away the power of the evil god of darkness.
"Hahaha, Ghost Alchemist, you really think highly of me."
Yang Ji couldn't help but laugh happily when he heard this. The ghost alchemist was so confused that he didn't understand what he said wrong.
"Don't worry, it's not that troublesome!"
The ghost alchemist thinks of himself as a great person, and really thinks that he has an ancient treasure house hidden in his body, and that he can make any kind of medicine. Although it is indeed a treasure house.
"It's not that troublesome to cure the power of the evil god at all, and there's no need to refine any elixirs. You'll know it in a moment."
Yang Ji waved his hand, signaling the ghost alchemist who was dissatisfied with the fog and didn't know what was going on to stand aside.
"Are you going to use your blood to slowly wear away the power of the evil god in his body?"
The ghost alchemist vaguely guessed something, but he didn't believe it in his heart.
No matter how powerful Yang Ji is, he can't be more powerful than the eighth-level Grand Martial Sect, and even there are so many strong men in the Ouyang family who can't do anything. It doesn't make sense, Yang Ji can do something with just one Martial Sect.
This is not because I believe Yang Ji, but it is really unreasonable.
"It's a correct guess. But it's not quite accurate."
Yang Ji said with a half-smile, which simply aroused the curiosity of the ghost alchemist.
Yang Ji did not explain, but when the ghost alchemist retreated to the edge of the room, near the door, he closed his eyes and slowly accessed the "Book of Great Confucianism" in his body.
In the ancient times of the literary sages, although Confucian disciples did not have the power to restrain a chicken, they followed the law as they spoke. In the midst of humming and hawing, great energy rushed out, and all evil spirits retreated.
Regardless of whether they are evil warriors or alien evil gods, they will retreat one after another in the face of the awe-inspiring righteousness of Confucianism. Being sprayed by the awe-inspiring aura of Confucianism, no matter how powerful the evil warriors are, will be heartbroken and hurt.
light.
In the face of the sharp edge of the literary sage, even the evil gods dared not enter this world rashly. Their power was completely suppressed. During the period when the literary sage was prosperous, the evil lineage did not even dare to show its strength, and it was weakened to the extreme.
Yang Ji's inheritance comes from ancient literary and Taoist saints. Although it has not yet reached the level of saints, the Confucianism and Taoism that are cultivated are from the same source.
To deal with a world-destroying, arrogant evil god from outside the world, it is obvious that the mantis is overestimating its capabilities. But if it is just to remove a trace of the evil god's power left in Ouyang Zifu's body, it is really unimaginable.
So difficult.
"Little Holy Word Technique!"
I don’t know how long it took. Yang Ji opened his eyes and spit out four words.
"Boom!"
The sky shook and the earth shook. The next moment, in the Ghost Alchemist's shocked eyes, a mighty milky-white light pillar, majestic and righteous, fell straight down from the sky, penetrated the roof, and shot into this room.
.
"Buzz!"
The wind was so strong and the air current was turbulent that the entire bamboo garden and the ground beneath its feet were shaking violently. The air was filled with a strong and sunny smell. In just an instant, Yang Ji's figure disappeared into the room.
Among the mighty white light pillars.
"What's this?!"
The ghost alchemist was horrified. The strong wind blew against his body, making a roaring sound. Endless white light rushed towards his face. In the blink of an eye, the ghost alchemist could not see anything, only the endless white color remained.
Hesitation, shock, disbelief, and deep doubts...
The ghost alchemist's heart was up and down, and he was completely shocked by the white light summoned by Yang Ji. Yang Ji said that he could remove the power of the evil god from the body of Third Young Master Ouyang, but the ghost alchemist had never thought of this method.
In his long career, he has never felt such power.
But what’s even more shocking is yet to come.
"Bah!"
Although the ghost alchemist could not see with his eyes, when the vast white light overwhelmed Yang Ji and the third young master on the bed, a sharp sound suddenly sounded in the void.
The sound was extremely weird. It was like countless babies crying loudly, which made people's hair stand on end.
That is the cry of the evil god!
…
At the same time, outside the bamboo garden.
"Boom!"
The ground was bumpy and the earth was shaking. When the aura of awe-inspiring energy summoned by Yang Ji fell from the sky and landed in the bamboo garden, the huge bumps shocked everyone.
On the practice ground, figures stopped one after another and looked in the direction of the bamboo garden in surprise. From the southeast to the northwest, almost all the children and servants of the Ouyang family stopped.
No one knew what happened. But the aftermath of this drastic change was felt by everyone. Even at this moment, the ground under their feet was still bumping and shaking like waves, and the strong wind was blowing, and it has not stopped yet.
The air is filled with a strong and yang-yang aura.
"What's this?"
Countless children of the Ouyang family murmured to themselves. In just a moment, it happened too fast. No one knew what happened. It was not even possible to know where the white light came from and where it came from.
This doesn't look like any martial arts.
At least there is no martial arts that falls from the sky and penetrates the heaven and the earth. Some people even wonder if this is some kind of special celestial phenomenon.
"What exactly is going on?"
The same thought passed through the minds of countless people. Just when everyone was seeking the truth and even doubting whether it was their own delusion, something happened again.
"Boom!"
The second huge white light cut through the sky, and in the eyes of countless shocked eyes, it fell from the top of the clouds, passed through many spaces, and hit the ground heavily.
This time, many people saw it clearly.
"Bamboo Garden!"
"It's Bamboo Garden!"
…
Boom!
It was too late, but it was so fast. Like a huge meteorite falling, the sudden white light fell and hit the ground hard.
Phew! The wind was so powerful that it was about to calm down and the ground began to shake violently again.
The entire Ouyang family's mansion seemed to be passed by a hurricane, and the big trees all over the villa were shaking like waves. And some of the precious and exotic flowers and plants in the garden, collected from all over the world, were even lifted up directly from the turf and flew away.
into the air.
But at this time, no one cares about this at all.
"It is dignified, bright and upright... This is the awe-inspiring spirit of Confucianism. How could this young man acquire the Confucian spirit of ancient civilization?"
In a place where no one could see, the second master of the Ouyang family walked out of the house at some point. His clothes were slick, his chest was rising and falling, and his beard and hair were shaking in the wind, just like the vibration in his heart.
As a top expert in the family, his perception is much stronger than others, and his knowledge is much richer. In just a moment, he was able to determine the origin of this white light from the remaining breath in the void.
Haoran is upright!
The energy of the ancient literary and Taoist era was astonishing and has been passed down for centuries. Even now, with countless civilization changes, it is still like thunder and resounds everywhere.
Legend has it that those scholars in the literary era, even ordinary scholars, were able to make famous evil masters escape and escape.
Although the Han Dynasty also held examinations at the two levels of literary students and literary scholars, there was no one who could be like the scholars of the ancient times, who were full of romantic poetry, full of literary spirit, upright when shouting and scolding, and could drive away the demons.
It's not anything else, but because the literary arts have declined nowadays. Although the Four Books and Five Classics are still recited, they are no longer superficial and live up to their reputation.
It was really hard for him to believe that after all these eons, someone would be able to reach this level of talent and transform their literary aura into awe-inspiring aura.
"Is this Yang Ji's talent already so high?"
The second master of the Ouyang family felt deeply shocked in his heart.
"Great, great! Sure enough, we hired the wrong person. Saburo is saved!"
In another courtyard of the Ouyang family, the third wife, Duanmu, stood in front of the window with her hands on the window edge. She looked excitedly through the window in the direction of the bamboo garden, and couldn't help but feel happy.
Compared to the complexity of the second master of the Ouyang family, Mrs. Duanmu's mood was much simpler. Her hair on her temples flickered, and the gloom of the past few days suddenly disappeared.
Not to mention anything else, Mrs. Duanmu now has strong confidence in Yang Ji based on the powerful momentum and methods he displayed.
Although the final result is not certain, at least it proves that I have not found the wrong person.
"Come quickly, let Tie Tu from the family come and take a look. I want to know all the progress of the Third Young Master at any time."
Mrs. Duanmu turned her head sharply and said behind her. At the end of the sentence, her eyes were extremely sharp.
Every family has its own secret power. "Iron Tu" is the secret power of the Ouyang family. Legend has it that it is a mysterious force passed down by the ancestors of the Ouyang family.
In Ouyang's family, each head wife was assigned one.
Mrs. Duanmu herself does not know martial arts, nor does she understand martial arts. But "Iron Tu" can, and is very powerful. With them dispatched, all the situation of Saburo will be reported to her at any time, and Yang who comes to the door will not be alarmed.
discipline.
"yes!"
The room was empty, and a voice came from nowhere. Then it quickly disappeared.
…
The milky-white beam of light summoned by the Little Holy Word Technique not only caused shock in the Ouyang family, but also aroused huge attention in the entire Taiyuanzhou Mansion.
And because the incident took place in the Ouyang family's mansion, it attracted even more attention.
From the east of the city, to the west of the city, to the north of the city, to the south of the city, countless eyes were looking in the direction of the Ouyang family.
"What the hell is this?"
“What a strong masculine smell!”
"What exactly is the Ouyang family planning?"
"This light beam... is so strange."
…
The white sky-reaching light pillar in the Ouyang Family Bamboo Garden attracted the attention of unknown people. Not only the great worlds and nobles, but also the forces in the continental mansions noticed this strange light.
Most of the warrior's power comes from the inside out, releasing and expanding the blood in the body to form an aura and various things. There are very few things like this white light that come from the outside in, falling from the sky.
Countless centuries after the decline of Wen Dao, except for a few people, almost no one knew what this white light was. Only some powerful evil masters in the city felt a little uneasy.
This energy seems to be very restrained from the dark blood in their bodies! (To be continued)