Chapter 206 Suppressing Mi Fang, the Saint of the Yaksha Clan
"Wow! It's such a big piece of world crystal, at least more than 100,000 yuan." Shangguan Wu exclaimed.
"Senior brother, quickly absorb the condensed inner world, and after more than a hundred years, take us out to kill everyone." She said, waving her hands excitedly.
"This location is very secret. During my retreat, you are not allowed to contact others or expose your whereabouts." Yang Ji warned.
"Senior brother, don't worry." Zhong Jun and others nodded.
"Yang Ji, you can practice with peace of mind, we will protect you," Yan Zhan said.
"Yeah!" Yang Ji nodded and sat down cross-legged.
Condensing the inner world requires the use of divine Yin. Regardless of her identity as the Taichu Divine Tree or the origin of divine thunder, Yang Ji did not want the rotten wooden box to see it.
So, he moved it to a secret place in the world of mountains and seas, where no one could come in contact with it, lest it be deceived by him.
After doing this, Yang Ji grabbed a world crystal, absorbed the power of the world in it, and began to condense the inner world.
Cultivation takes no time.
Time also passes day by day.
One year.
Two years.
Three years.
Four years.
The wind blows, and the grass and trees wither.
More than one hundred and thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye.
There is only one year left before the end of the true inheritance assessment.
In these more than a hundred years, countless treasure places have been opened and countless true talismans have appeared.
Everyone fought and competed, eliminating countless geniuses.
The circle of death is also getting smaller and smaller, and has reached outside this ancient battlefield.
In such a small place, all the geniuses from all races gathered, and almost all those who could survive came here.
Everyone formed groups and the atmosphere became very subtle.
For more than a hundred years, the demonic forces and the geniuses of the Taichu world have fought countless battles, and each has suffered losses.
The two camps were almost fighting to the death, and the fight was more brutal than any other force.
The weak ones are eliminated, and those who remain are almost all strong ones with strength.
Other camps are also killing each other, competing for the true talisman, and eliminating the weak.
Although there are 10,000 true transmission talismans, there are only 3,000 places available, so some people are destined to be unable to achieve true transmission.
In the later stages, the fighting becomes more brutal, because except for the first true successor.
There is also a ranking, the top 100 true biography ranking.
This ranking is based on the number of true talismans.
Whoever has more true talismans will remove the first true talisman and select the top 100 true talismans from most to least.
There is no specific ranking for these top 100 true legends, there is only one top 100 honor, but this honor will bring them more blessings from the Immortal King.
This blessing will increase their success rate by almost 20% when they cross the tribulation in the future.
This is undoubtedly crazy.
Geniuses from all over the world will take action to snatch the true talisman for the sake of this first hundred honors and this gift.
No one knows whether they have enough true legends in their hands, so the more they grab, the better chance they have of becoming one of the top 100 true legends.
It is precisely because of this rule that at the end of each true inheritance assessment, fewer than 3,000 people will achieve true inheritance.
This last year was undoubtedly full of blood and tragedy.
In this turbulent last year, in a secret realm of space, a young man slowly opened his eyes.
The ancient battlefield, atop a dilapidated ruins.
A tragedy is being staged to snatch the true talisman.
A group of geniuses from the Yaksha clan surrounded ten disciples of Wuji Dao Sect, smiling proudly.
"You ten little mice thought that after you obtained ten True Legend Talisman, you could become the True Legend by hiding deep underground? Were you forced out by us?" A genius from the Yaksha Clan said with a proud smile.
"Hand over the true talisman or die!" Another Yaksha genius said coldly.
"I hate the people of the Wuji Dao Sect. If we don't make friends with them, we will die!" Suddenly, several more Yaksha clan geniuses flew in from a distance, and the leading man among them said with a murderous look on his face.
"You want to kill us? Senior Brother Yang Ji will not let you go!" the disciple of Wuji Dao Sect said sternly, with a slight flash of expression, he actually mentioned Yang Ji's reputation.
"Huh, Yang Ji? He hasn't shown his face for more than a hundred years. He probably died in some treasure place." The leader of the Yaksha clan said, his expression even colder. With murderous intent overflowing, he sneered, "Don't you guys?
It's okay to mention him, but if you mention him, it won't be as easy as simply dying. I will slowly torture you to death."
"Really?" Suddenly, an extremely cold voice came down from high in the sky.
A big foot fell from the sky, it can be said that it was without scruples, covering all the Yasha tribe below, trying to crush them all with one kick!
The ten Yaksha clan standing below are either leaders or immortal figures. Not only do they have noble status among the Yaksha clan, they are also revered in this true battlefield. How could anyone dare to attack them so arrogantly?
Everyone is angry!
This step towards the genius of the Yaksha clan is truly unbridled, arrogant and extremely powerful!
Below, none of the ten disciples of the Wuji Dao Sect were unmoved. Their pupils shrank in shock, their mouths opened wide, and they were nervously paying attention.
"Who is it? Looking for death like this?" The genius of the Yaksha clan was arrogant. One of the powerful men on the Immortal Ranking roared angrily and looked up.
Others are also murderous.
"Who is this voice?" The leading genius of the Yaksha Clan suddenly changed his expression. He raised his head in panic. His pupils shrank sharply when he saw what he saw. Isn't that the powerful killer star from a hundred years ago?
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"No, hurry~wuwuwuwu~" Before he could utter the word "escape", he was pushed back by the extremely strong wind blowing from top to bottom.
Although this kick is not fast, it is extremely powerful and can lock the space in all directions.
"puff!"
The roaring man was the first to suffer the consequences. He vomited blood first, his body shook violently, and cracks appeared. He could not bear the pressure at all, and was immediately pressed to the ground.
The expressions of the others also changed, their bodies cracked, and they were suppressed and hit the ground.
Only the man who was the leader of the Yaksha clan was struggling to support him. At this moment, he was also shocked by the huge waves in his heart: "He has become stronger, has he become stronger? With just one kick, he can imprison the ten directions of space and suppress it.
I can’t move!”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yang Ji's strong attack will definitely be a sure kill. At this moment, he is so powerful that it is unparalleled. The power of the world is really as deep as the ocean, and the blessing is in it.
Underfoot, the ten directions are sealed, and everything will be suppressed.
Like a high mountain, he landed majestically, his big feet remained unchanged, and even more terrifying fluctuations were caused.
The leading man finally couldn't hold on anymore, his body cracked, a mouthful of old blood spurted out, and his energy and spirit instantly succumbed.
A foot stepped directly on the top of his head, bang! With a roar, he was stepped hard into the ground.
The force shook them open, and the geniuses of the Yaksha clan who were suppressed on the ground exploded on the spot, their souls were annihilated, and they could no longer die.
Yang Ji looked cold, moved his right foot away, inserted his five fingers into the ground, and grabbed Mi Fang, who looked miserable.
The five fingers just clenched hard, click, click, click!
Seven or eight of Mi Fang's ribs were crushed by Yang Ji on the spot, and several large chunks of flesh and blood flew out. The red blood rained down and spread out in an arc in the air, which was extremely tragic.
"ah……"
Mi Fang was in pain to the core. His chest was split open and several bones were missing. The blood was gurgling and his body was covered in bright red blood. He screamed with disheveled hair, which was heartbreaking.
He had just obtained hundreds of True Tradition Talismans, and before he had the chance to obtain the glory of the first hundred True Traditions and experience the feeling of being admired by everyone and being the only one to be respected, he suffered a fatal blow today, and his invincible will to cultivate Taoism almost collapsed.
"You took my treasure back then, and today you want to kill people from my sect, and you have endless hostility towards me. You die today!" Yang Ji was like a god, his voice was majestic and domineering, which was too shocking.
He felt that Mi Fang was crushed to death like this, and was very upset, so he immediately threw it up.
"Yang Ji, you are dead, you are dead, you and I are sworn in!" Seeing that he had a chance to escape, Mi Fang soared into the sky and screamed wildly.
"Irreconcilable? You will die today!" Yang Ji couldn't help but sneer. His inner world had been condensed to the extreme, and the power of the world had doubled. It had already been banned from all directions, so there was no way this Mi Fang could escape.
At this moment, I just want him to see the opportunity to kill him.
Mikata flew several miles away and was shocked to discover this fact. There seemed to be an invisible giant wall standing in the air in front of him, and he couldn't get past it. This made his expression change drastically.
From behind, Yang Jiti came forward with a punch. He waved his fist and the wind of his fist was powerful. He came to Mi Fang in an instant and punched out.
boom!
Blood spattered and Mifan yelled. This time, his shoulders exploded together, and his two arms shattered into dozens of white bones. Flesh and blood flew in all directions, and he was covered in red blood.
He was originally a genius on the Immortal List, but he was infinitely close to the top ten figures on the Immortal List. He was so high and mighty. How could he have ever been so miserable?
At this moment, he no longer had any power of genius.
"Yang Ji..." Mi Fang roared, his eyes filled with hatred. This was the most miserable battle in his history. He was so angry that his liver was on fire.
"If you die today, I will punch you until you explode!" Yang Ji stood tall in the sky, like a demon god.
"ah……"
Mi Fang yelled, furious, Yang Ji treated him so hard that he almost broke his teeth.
He knew that today was going to be very unlucky, and rather than being killed sooner or later, it would be better for him to take a back seat.
Boom!
Mi Fang's whole body erupted with green flames. He used his full potential and did not kill Yang Ji. Instead, he directed murderous intent at the ten Wuji Dao Sect disciples below.
"Yang Ji, don't you want to save them? Today I will kill them in front of you!" Mi Fang made a desperate move, with the determination to die, and he went down to kill, using his full burning potential.
"Ignorance!" Yang Ji shook his head, "No one can be cruel in the sky that I have restricted. You can only move if I ask you to move. If I ask you to be determined, you must be determined!"
After the word "ding" fell, Mi Fang, who had a murderous look on his face, was shocked to find that he really couldn't move. The space around him was squeezed like never before, imprisoning his body.
Yang Ji flew indifferently, with a powerful, heavy and fast punch. With surging energy, he hit Mi Fang on the chin. His teeth mixed with red blood flew dozens of feet away and exploded in the air.
Click!
And the next moment, Mi Fang's jaw bone was shattered and fell off, blood splattered everywhere, it was terrible to see.
There is no suspense about this battle!
Oh no, this massacre has reached this point. If no one intervenes, Mi Fang will definitely die. There are miracles in the world, but the reason why they are called miracles means that they are extremely unlikely to happen.
puff!
Yang Ji flew up in the air and blasted Mi Fang's head with his fist. White brains and blood splashed ten feet high. The spiritual fire rolled out of his palm and burned his body clean, leaving not even a single residue.
"ah……"
Mi Fang is frightened, angry, panicked, desperate... The soul is uncertain, and all kinds of negative emotions burst out.
"Huh? Where's the treasure gourd? Where did you put the treasure gourd?" Yang Ji narrowed his eyes slightly and burned Mi Fang's body, but he didn't see the treasure gourd.
"Bold madman, stop!" Just when Yang Ji pinched Mi Fang's soul and asked about the whereabouts of the treasure gourd, a sharp shout came from the horizon.
A flash of black light flashed, but a flying knife as black as ink struck, intending to cut off Yang Ji's head.
This is actually the God-Beheading Sword, a terrifying weapon that is specially designed to kill the soul. There are many methods of sacrificial refining, but few people have made it.
Now, there was such a sword, slashing at Yang Ji, trying to kill him.
"The God-Slaying Sword? That's right, I'll take it!" Yang Ji remained motionless and didn't even dodge. He raised his palm and took the God-Slaying Sword under the shocked looks of everyone.
The God-Slaying Sword shook wildly, and its light was shocking to the sky, but even his palm could not touch it. It was actually imprisoned in the palm of his hand.
The next scene shocked everyone even more. They saw Yang Ji clenching his five fingers, and power exploded in his palms. With a buzzing sound, the trembling Divine Sword instantly became silent.
On the other side, poof! Among the people who were coming, one person looked up to the sky and spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Yang Ji and said with a horrified look on his face: "You cut off my connection with the God-Slaying Sword?"
It was at this moment that Yang Ji looked over, holding the Divine Sword in one hand and Mi Fang's Yuanshen in the other.
Twenty people came, all of the Yaksha tribe, and among them was a luxurious chariot.
At the front of the chariot stood a man with three heads and six arms, a ferocious face, and a green glow on his head. He was slender and had phoenix eyes. He glared at Yang Ji angrily and shouted: "Who are you? Release Mi Fang quickly."
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"Let go? I'll kill you too!" Yang Ji sneered and jumped up again, crushing them with his big feet.
Boom!
The fall of this foot created a shock wave that shook all of them, like a thunderbolt.
At the same time, the man with phoenix eyes roared angrily and tried to resist, but was pushed back hundreds of feet away.
when!
Yang Ji stepped on the luxurious chariot, causing it to fall apart immediately.
At this moment, the disciples of the Wuji Dao Sect were silent, and the Yaksha tribe was also silent, too frightened and angry to speak.
This man was so powerful that he destroyed their saint's chariot when he came up and broke it with his foot. He was so arrogant that he showed no fear.
"It's actually a woman!"
The ten disciples of the Wuji Dao Sect were surprised, and Yang Ji was also surprised. They were not surprised that she was a woman, but were surprised by her appearance and temperament.
The chariot was overturned, but the woman sat motionless on the cushions. She was terrifyingly calm and looked like an empress.
Although she is sitting, it can be seen that she is tall, has beautiful long hair, and has clear eyes with a little spiritual light.
Her skin is as white as jade, smooth and tender, and her whole person is transcendent in the world, with outstanding temperament, like a goddess of the Nine Heavens, with peerless grace.
The men of the Yasha tribe are generally extremely ugly, while the women look very similar to the women of the human tribe and are very beautiful. Especially the woman in front of me is extremely beautiful.