"I never expected that the Skeleton Ghost King's "Hundred Ghosts at Night" would be so powerful!"
Yang Ji was secretly shocked.=
Although he had read "Hundred Ghosts at Night" and understood the secret technique above, he had no idea that this secret technique was so powerful and could actually mobilize evil spirits within a hundred miles.
The Skeleton Ghost King had been fighting the three elders for so long, and its strength had been weakened. However, with this technique, it was able to regain its strength in a short time, and it still managed to win.
Although the majestic corpse energy, death energy, and yin energy in Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge are indispensable, the Skeleton Ghost King's "Hundred Ghosts at Night" also has a huge contribution.
"There is no distinction between good and evil in the art of transportation. The so-called ghost soldiers are all transformed by spirit and thoughts. The Skeleton Ghost King can be used to absorb the most yin and turbid air in the world, and of course it can also be used to absorb the masculine energy in the world.
The breath of..."
This thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and he was immediately moved.
In the battle of the martial arts examination, Yang Ji had seen Bai Julu's Xingtian, but the power and scope of Bai Julu's Xingtian transport method was far less powerful than in "Hundred Ghosts at Night".
There is no doubt that the level of "Hundred Ghosts at Night" is far higher than the transportation technique of Mount Paektu. I just don't know where the Skeleton Ghost King got this powerful secret skill.
Tsk! Tsk!
A pair of jet-black air guns shimmering with sharp light, penetrating through layers of soil like raindrops and shooting down. Each of these air guns can pose a huge threat.
Yang Ji controlled the boat in the ground, changing like a spiritual snake, constantly dodging the pursuing long swords with just a hair's breadth.
"ah!--"
Just when Yang Ji was concentrating on avoiding the raindrops of qi weapons, something happened suddenly, and a shrill scream came from the ground. Even Yang Ji could hear it through the layers of mud.
"No. It's an elder!"
Yang Ji's heart trembled and he was horrified. Hearing this voice, it was obvious that he had been seriously injured.
"Skeleton Ghost King!——"
Yang Ji's expression changed, and without thinking too much, the blood shield burst out, forcibly shattering an air gun. Like lightning, it rushed towards the ground against the dense air weaponry.
"boom!"
The moment Yang Ji broke out of the ground, his face turned pale. He saw the skeleton ghost king's robe flying, and an "evil relic" on his head. The billowing evil energy hit the sky and covered the earth, completely suppressing the three major powers like a wave.
Elder.
Right next to Elder Zhang, four or five flying swords crisscrossed and penetrated deeply into the elder's chest. Countless blood as fine as sand spurted out, and his chest and clothes were all red.
And his face was extremely pale.
"Elder!"
Yang Ji was shocked. With a sudden kick, electricity shot out like a cannonball, and the hand of the ancient witch was already released in mid-air:
"Hand of death!"
"Boom!"
As soon as the smoke outside the body of the Skeleton Ghost King dissipated, he turned back with a swish. When he saw clearly that it was Yang Ji, he sneered:
"Destroy one first, then kill the three of you, and see what else you Iron Crown Sect can use against me."
"Elder, how are you?"
Yang Ji did not pursue him and retreated to the three elders in a blink of an eye. While guarding against the Skeleton Ghost King, he turned to look at the injured elder of the sect leader.
The swords on his chest were stuck in a mess. Yang Ji took a closer look and immediately knew that these were not the weapons of the Skeleton Ghost King. Instead, they were the weapons of those evil warriors who were absorbed and mixed into a ball. Then they were shot into the elder's body.
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The Wuzong's body was invulnerable to weapons and bullets. At first, Yang Ji wondered how these swords and guns were inserted. But after scanning it with his eyes, he couldn't help but shrink back:
"It turns out there was a wound before."
The elder tore his clothes, revealing a huge white claw mark. At the end of the claw mark was an old finger wound. It was clearly the same as the ghost claw of the Skeleton Ghost King.
A glance at Yang Ji revealed that what made Yang Ji even more shocked was that Elder Zhang beside him was also seriously injured. His cuffs were blood red, and red blood that looked like smoke and fine sand was seeping out from it.
"Yang Ji, are you okay?"
While Elder Zhang was wary of the Skeleton Ghost King, he was concerned about Yang Ji.
"fine."
Yang Ji shook his head, with a worried look on his face:
"Elder, why don't we retreat quickly? The brothers should have already left. The turbid aura of Wanfenling is too strong, and we are no match for him."
With four people joining forces to deal with a skeleton ghost king, there is no logical reason to be invincible. However, the unique environment and terrain of Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge forcefully suppressed the four people's strength, and each time they used up a bit of blood, they lost a little bit.
On the contrary, the evil energy of the Skeleton Ghost King is inexhaustible. Not only will his strength not be weakened, but it will far exceed the normal level.
The current situation is not optimistic at all.
"no!"
The injured elder of the Iron Crown Sect swung his palm and suddenly broke away from the two people's grasp. He didn't care about dealing with the Skeleton Ghost King. He turned his head and scolded Yang Jidao with a cold face:
"We can't go back without killing the Skeleton Ghost King. He is the culprit of this disaster in the underworld. If we go back like this, wouldn't we have come in vain?"
"Huh! You really don't know how to live or die."
The Skeleton Ghost King snorted coldly, his voice filled with murderous intent:
"At this point, you are still talking nonsense. I will kill all of you old guys and make your Iron Crown sect disappear into ashes."
"Boom!"
The wind was powerful, flying sand and rocks. Within a hundred miles, the billowing corpse energy roared in, turning into a huge vortex of evil energy outside the body of the Skeleton Ghost King.
The Skeleton Ghost King's body swayed and disappeared instantly.
"careful!"
The expressions of the three people tightened, and regardless of the injuries on their bodies, waves of Wu Zong-level blood spurted out, and the sky was filled with steel-like roars.
"Yang Ji, we'll talk about the retreat later. Now we need to find a way to kill this ghost king!"
Elder Zhang's voice rumbled like thunder, coming from mid-air.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji's Dantian roared, and he was about to take action. Suddenly, a muffled groan came, and in the blink of an eye, there was a boom, and a huge figure fell from the air and hit the ground hard. It slid several feet away.
"Old guy, take your life!——"
Behind the figure, black smoke billowed, and a dragon-like torrent of evil energy roared and shot out. The evil prince spread his arms and his long hair flew. He was chasing after him like a demon in the underworld.
"Elder Xing!"
Yang Ji's expression changed again and again. He and Elder Zhang only paid attention to dealing with the Skeleton Ghost King, but did not pay attention to what was behind them. Elder Xing and the evil prince were not moving much, so no one paid attention.
Unexpectedly, Elder Xing was defeated by the evil prince.
A skeleton ghost king is already difficult to deal with, and with the evil prince behind him, the situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable for the three of them.
Yang Ji's heart was so heavy that he could hardly breathe.
"Groan!——"
There was no time to think too much, but at the critical moment, Yang Jimeng let out a long roar, turned around, held the sword in both hands and turned into a beam of light and shadow and shot out:
"The fairy rainbow penetrates the sun!"
Behind Yang Ji, there was a hiss and a sharp roar. In the electric light and stone fire, a yellow dragon sword burst out with a light that was more dazzling than the sun. It folded in the air, cut through the layers of space, and slashed towards the pursuers behind it like a series of shocking rainbows.
The evil prince came to be killed.
Boom. Several swords in succession merged into one, and a dazzling light flashed across the sky. It directly smashed the evil dragon emitted by the evil prince into pieces. The sword energy did not stop, passing through the void, and slashed at the evil prince behind him.
"The old one was beaten, and the younger one came, hahaha..."
The evil prince's black hair was flying. He laughed loudly. He clenched his hands, as hard as steel, and suddenly blasted away Yang Ji's sword energy.
"Elder Xing, you go help Elder Zhang. I'll deal with him."
Yang Ji ignored the evil prince. He left these words and unleashed all his tyrannical martial arts skills:
"The evil prince, if you want to fight, I will help you!"
Buzz!
With a flick of the palm, the ten swords spread out in an umbrella-like row, and with a whoosh sound, they flew out as if they were alive, with extremely agile postures.
And the blood furnace roared in Yang Ji's dantian, and he raised the hand of death again...
Rumbling, like two electric lights, the two people, one black and one red, intertwined. Their properties were opposite. The two torrents of blood, one yin and one yang, kept colliding together in the void. The wind was powerful, the sand was flying, and the rocks were flying. Every time it caused a vibration
It's like a landslide and the earth is falling apart...
The wind roared on both sides, but Yang Ji's mind was not on the evil prince at all. The turbid air in Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge was getting thicker and thicker. Yang Ji didn't know what kind of formation it was, but it was obvious that this formation was still relying on luck.
The blood energy was being suppressed more and more, and even Yang Ji felt that it was a bit difficult to deal with it. However, several elders still did not want to leave.
"If this continues, I'm afraid I will all die here..."
Yang Ji was secretly worried.
The body of the Wuzong is not omnipotent. If the blood is exhausted, even the strong men at the elder level of the sect will die here.
Yang Ji originally informed the elders to leave here. But neither Elder Zhang nor Elder Xing were willing to leave. Now, even he himself is trapped here.
"We must find a way to break this situation as soon as possible!"
Yang Ji's mind was filled with thoughts, and countless thoughts flashed through him in an instant.
"The strength of the elders is getting weaker and weaker now. The evil prince also has Abi Gong. As long as you get close to him at a certain distance, your blood will be sucked away. Now no one can deal with him except me."
Yang Ji was secretly worried:
"But Elder Zhang and the others can't deal with the Skeleton Ghost King..."
Yang Ji's brows furrowed tightly. The elders were now fighting against the Skeleton Ghost King solely with their martial arts abilities, but they could not defeat the Skeleton Ghost King with this alone.
The three of them couldn't deal with the Skeleton Ghost King when they were at the peak of their strength, let alone now. If it weren't for the involvement of an additional Xing Elder, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to resist now.
"The key still lies with this skeleton ghost king."
A deep gloom flashed between Yang Ji's brows. He had participated in the assassination of the Skeleton Ghost King. Although he succeeded, the effect could be said to be completely useless.
Many vital points for a warrior are completely dispensable to the Skeleton Ghost King. He can pick up a corpse from the ground and repair it immediately, almost as if nothing was wrong with him.
This is probably even more powerful than the Wuzong body.
"We must find its vital point..."
A piercing look flashed across Yang Ji's eyes. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better and faster novels!