Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Han Yang and his party have been walking in the second world of Shenxu for nearly a day and night, but they still haven't seen a single person.

Moreover, this place is severely suppressed by the laws of heaven and earth. Even Ji Xiangtian, who is cultivated by Wu Zun, cannot fly in the air, let alone other people.

Just as a group of people were walking forward aimlessly, suddenly, a familiar voice penetrated their ears.

"Is it... the sound of bells in the morning and drums in the evening? Emperor Zhan wouldn't be so cheating..."

Han Yang's expression changed slightly.

In the ancient ruins of the gods, the sound of bells in the morning and drums in the evening means the divine light that destroys the world, and... the arrival of the evil Buddha!

If this is the case, the warriors from the Tianwu Continent who entered this place earlier would probably be in bad luck.

"Speed ​​up!"

Ji Xiangtian also knew what the morning bells and evening drums meant, and quickly reminded everyone to speed up.

But, at this moment, a burst of screams suddenly sounded.

"No……"

Some Yuan Dan realm warriors with shallow cultivation were shocked to find that their bodies were slowly disappearing with Zhong Mu's inspiration.

Only warriors above the Martial King realm are temporarily free from worries.

For a time, many people were in chaos.

However, Han Yang's expression moved slightly and he said, "Don't resist!"

Demon Emperor Han Yang is like a god in the hearts of everyone in Tianwu Continent.

His words are oracles.

At that moment, all the warriors closed their eyes and subconsciously gave up resistance.

Buzz!

As the morning bells and evening drums sounded louder and louder, the figures of most people finally disappeared completely, leaving no trace of them again.

Ji Xiangtian was left with seventeen or eight Martial Kings and Martial Emperors, who looked at Han Yang in surprise.

"Let's keep going!"

Han Yang did not explain and chose to move on.

After walking for about two hours, a dilapidated temple building finally appeared in front of everyone.

"Get in!"

Han Yang took the lead and led them into the ruined temple.

Just like entering the Shenxu for the first time, in the middle of the temple hall, there is a wooden fish that emits a Buddha light, covering the dilapidated buildings.

"Namo..."

The familiar Zen sound came again.

It is still full of filth and evil power, as if it happened yesterday.

sand!

rustle……

Slowly, there was a strange sound in the sand outside the temple.

boom.

The next moment, the sand exploded, and a black jade-like skeleton emerged from the deserted sand.

There is also a familiar swastika symbol between the eyebrows.

"Ouch..."

The black jade skeleton looked up to the sky and roared, making a deafening roar.

The seventeen or eight Martial Kings suddenly covered their heads with pain on their faces, wailed and fell to the ground, and swastikas even began to form between their eyebrows.

Even the Buddha's light emitted by the wooden fish could not protect them.

As if hearing the sound inside the temple, the black jade skeleton suddenly turned its head and "looked" at the dilapidated temple with a pair of empty pupils.

Among the two will-o'-the-wisps in the eye sockets, there were actually swastika characters flowing like mercury.

Han Yang raised his brows, and a ray of light erupted from his body, eliminating the transformation state of the wailing and screaming warriors. Then he took a step forward and dipped his palms into the familiar divine light of world destruction.

Stab.

The brilliance of the world-destroying divine light began to quickly corrode Han Yang's palm, but was soon blocked by the halo brought by the evil Buddha's big handprint.

"As expected..."

Nodding, Han Yang flipped his palm, holding the Buddha-killing knife, and stepped out of the dilapidated temple.

Behind him, Ji Xiangtian gritted his teeth and tentatively stretched out his palm.

During this period of practice, she had almost mastered the technique of performing the evil Buddha's Mahamudra.

The erosion caused by the world-destroying divine light made her grimace in pain.

Fortunately...it's not fatal.

"Master, wait for me!"

Ji Xiangtian's eyes were filled with joy, and he rushed out following Han Yang's footsteps.

"Oh no..."

As soon as it left the protection range of the Buddha's light, the black jade skeleton roared ferociously and rushed toward Han Yang.

Around its body, nine rich black-red rays of light were emitted, and there seemed to be a smell of blood surging in it.

This is its domain.

Ninth level Martial Ancestor?

This black jade skeleton actually has a cultivation level equivalent to that of a ninth-level Martial Ancestor?

It's simply...unbelievable.

boom!

The palm of the black jade skeleton slashed at Han Yang like a knife.

Zheng!

The sound of swords sounded.

The Buddha-Killing Sword shines brightly in the Divine Ruins for the first time.

At this moment, something beyond everyone's expectations happened.

The black jade skeleton, which clearly didn't look like a living thing, actually spoke human words.

"Jili Gulu...it's the heretic magic sword..."

It does not speak the language of the world, and Ji Xiangtian does not understand it at all.

However, Han Yang's pupils suddenly shrank.

Divine Words.

What this black jade skeleton said turned out to be... the language of the gods.

"Ouch..."

The black jade skeleton roared again.

This time, its voice spread in all directions, like a ghost roaring at night.

"Why are you howling?"

Han Yang's figure was like lightning, and he killed him with one strike.

Click.

The arm of the black jade skeleton was broken into two pieces.

Namo!

However, this skeleton actually chanted the name of the Buddha and pounced on it again. It seemed that it had completely lost its mind and could no longer utter a complete divine word.

Zheng.

The sound of swords exploded.

puff!

The skull was shattered instantly, and will-o'-the-wisps were flying all over the sky.
To be continued...