A flying yaksha fell from the sky and hit the mountain of flesh behind Yang Ji within a few centimeters. Boom! The mountain collapsed and the ground cracked. Dozens of underworld creatures exploded and were thrown into the air by this huge force.
Even a small crater was knocked out of the surface of this huge mountain in the underworld.
Yang Ji's whole body was so tight that he didn't dare to look back even if he heard the movement behind him. Ten Thousand People's Continuous Slash was used to the limit, and there was no human form at all. Only the white scorching sword light flashed left and right, changing unsteadily, and there were evil ghosts everywhere.
, Yaksha, and Rakshasa were constantly thrown over his head to resist this group of flying Yakshas who were staring at him.
"Damn it, why don't these beasts let go!"
Yang Jiru was carrying the light on his back and was very angry in his heart. He kept changing his body shape and covering himself with the vast underworld creatures, but these flying yakshas seemed not to be affected at all and could always find him accurately.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There were continuous explosions behind him, and the air waves even hit Yang Ji's back. The ear-piercing scream struck Yang Ji's heart.
One minute, two minutes... Yang Ji tried his best to run away. But seven or eight flying yakshas persisted in pursuit. On several occasions, Yang Ji even felt those sharp claws blowing up the strong wind and tearing his skin apart.
However, Yang Ji did not dare to look back at all. Without the body of Wuzong, it was almost an impossible task to deal with the attacks of seven or eight flying yakshas at the same time.
The blood in his body was constantly depleted, but Yang Ji's situation did not change at all.
"Hey!——"
Amidst the screams, flying yakshas fell one after another from the sky like cannonballs. Wherever Yang Ji ran, they chased him.
One stick of incense, two sticks of incense, three sticks of incense...
Yang Ji's forehead was dripping with sweat. But the scream above his head followed him like a ghost.
"How to do how to do?……"
Yang Ji also secretly felt anxious in his heart. The bloodthirsty sword in its hand was unable to harm an advanced underworld creature of this level.
The Little Holy Word Technique can have some effect, but I'm afraid that if the remaining energy in the Pen of Benevolence and Righteousness is used up, it won't be able to kill a flying yaksha.
Rather than wasting it in vain, it is better to keep it to replenish your blood for emergencies.
"There is no way to continue like this. No matter how fast I am, I can't beat them in a straight line. But such constant detours will greatly extend the time. I don't know when I will reach the time vortex at the top of the mountain."
Yang Ji was secretly worried.
He originally thought that these flying yakshas would give up after chasing them for a while, but he never expected that these things were completely mindless and endless.
If this continues, even if one day passes, these flying yakshas will not give up.
This is the mountain of the underworld. If the flying yaksha consumes too much, he can hunt evil spirits at any time and the yaksha can replenish his physical strength. But Yang Ji has no such confidence to compete with it.
"Buzz!"
When he was anxious, the sky suddenly darkened, and a huge steel-like beak flashed with cold light and expanded rapidly above his head.
Yang Ji even saw a bloody Rakshasa arm hanging in the giant beak.
"boom!"
There was no time to think about it, but at the critical moment, it was completely instinctive. Yang Ji's body swayed. He used Immortal Shadow Transformation and turned into an afterimage that moved several feet horizontally. At the moment of flying out, he stepped forward and flew on one side.
On the shoulders of Rakshasa flying from the sky.
"Behead ten thousand people in a row!"
Boom! Rakshasa flew out like a cannonball, but Yang Ji straightened up and turned into a white-hot horse that flew upwards, flipped around in mid-air, and drew a circle. Bang
With a sound, it landed on the back of Feitian Yaksha, who was in a swooping posture. With another bounce, it instantly swept along the back and landed on Feitian Yaksha's shoulder.
The entire movement was as fast as lightning and lightning, done in one go, leaving no time for anyone to think. By the time Feitian Yaksha screamed in panic, Yang Ji had successfully stood on its shoulders.
"boom!"
There was no pause at all. Yang Ji raised the two swords in his hands and flew out like poisonous dragons, aiming directly at Feitian Yaksha's eyes. The speed was so incredible that even Feitian Yaksha's eyesight could hardly keep up.
——Feitian Yaksha is so powerful that even the Bloodthirsty Sword can only leave a shallow white mark on its body. But its eyes are its one weakness that cannot be completely compensated.
No matter how powerful the Feitian Yaksha is, he cannot train his eyes to be like steel. It is exactly the same as the seventh level human martial arts master.
"Hey!——"
Facing Yang Ji's sword, even Yaksha, who was as powerful as Feitian, screamed in panic, closed his eyelids tightly, and waved his two arms at the same time, sending up thousands of feet of air waves, trying to grab Yang Ji from his head.
It was too late, but soon, there was only a scoff, and at the moment Feitian Yaksha screamed in panic, the milky white sword light flashed, and a white-hot flying sword penetrated deeply from Feitian Yaksha's mouth.
Boom, just for a moment, the aura of heaven and earth contained in the flying sword suddenly exploded, and wisps of light burst out in all directions.
——Wuzong's body is as strong as steel, and Feitian Yaksha's body is even tougher, denser, and more powerful than Wu Zong. Only the aura of awe-inspiringness in Yang Ji can truly destroy the body of this powerful bird.
Although Feitian Yaksha's physical body was extremely powerful, he couldn't bear it at all when Yang Ji penetrated him with his flying sword and then detonated the overwhelming aura of heaven and earth in his head.
"Bah!"
With a shrill scream, Feitian Yaksha opened his eyelids in pain and trembled all over. His whole head burst out with beams of folded light, and billowing white smoke spurted out from his ears, mouth and nose.
It was too late to say, but it was too soon. Yang Ji seemed to have expected that Feitian Yaksha would open his eyelids with a cold expression, and two flying swords stabbed hard into his eyes.
Turning over, Yang Ji took advantage of the situation and fell down from Feitian Yaksha. In mid-air, he landed on several leaping and thrashing evil ghosts, Yakshas and Rakshasas. He took advantage of the situation and used his strength to once again execute Ten Thousand Killers, turning into a line of white.
The burning bolt shot out.
Behind him, the Feitian Yaksha, whose head was riddled with holes, fell straight from the sky with a bang. No blood flowed out of its wounds, but countless black sand floated out like smoke.
"Hey!——"
There was a burst of mourning from behind, and the remaining six flying yakshas seemed to be greatly frightened and scattered in all directions. One by one, they vibrated their wings violently and flew high into the sky, crying sadly, and they actually sounded like human beings.
"Finally they dispersed. It turns out that they really will not die until they reach the Yellow River. I have to kill one of them to frighten the others."
Hundreds of feet away, Yang Ji turned his head and took a surprised look, and found that flying yakshas were looking at him from a distance, their eyes full of fear, but none of them dared to come up and chase them.
Yang Ji thought of Song Ziqi. Just like before, these flying yakshas get stronger when they are weak and weaker when they are strong. As long as they cause some substantial damage to them and pose a threat, the other flying yakshas will quickly shrink back.
When Song Ziqi killed two flying yakshas with three punches and two kicks, the remaining flying yakshas were immediately frightened and fled away. Now that he killed one himself, the situation was the same.
Turning his head, Yang Ji didn't care about anything else and headed towards the time and space passage on the top of the mountain with confidence.
About two hours later, covered in blood, Yang Ji finally fought his way through the long legions of the underworld and reached the top of the mountain.
"Boom!"
The sky and the earth roared, and a milky-white light pillar with a diameter of more than 60 meters was majestic, reaching straight into the sky. At the top of the light pillar, thunder clouds were densely covered, and lightning and thunder roared.
And all the thunderclouds form a huge spiral vortex with the light pillar as the center.
The majestic vitality of heaven and earth poured down from the top of the light pillar, and Yang Ji felt the blood in his body rebound rapidly. This was a feeling that Yang Ji had never experienced since entering the underworld.
"What a huge space-time vortex!"
The light of the milky white light pillar was so piercing that people could hardly open their eyes. Yang Ji was bathed in the strong wind, looked up at the sky, and looked at the huge swirling thundercloud above his head in shock.
Yang Ji knew clearly in his heart that the area of the vortex thundercloud was the entire space-time channel. Yang Ji had never seen a space-time channel of more than 60 meters.
In comparison, the time and space channel established by the Skeleton Ghost King is much smaller. Although the Netherworld Formation looks very big, the actual channel is just a cross-border underworld.
And here, with a space-time passage of more than 60 meters, the huge impact and shock are simply incredible.
More importantly, Yang Ji did not see any underworld creatures here. All the creatures in the underworld crossed to the other end of the time and space vortex through another force.
"Incredible, this must be a completely different method from the Skeleton Ghost King!"
Yang Ji murmured to himself.
Only when you really stand on the top of this mountain in the underworld can you feel the huge energy of conflict in time and space. Although Yang Ji can't see it, he can feel it.
Compared with the chaotic energy of this space-time conflict, the energy of a warrior is as small and insignificant as an ant.
"His!"
Yang Ji took a deep breath, and then rushed into the milky white light pillar. At the last moment of entering the light pillar, a strange feeling came to his heart.
Yang Ji turned his head and looked over following this feeling. He suddenly saw a huge shadow, standing out among the chickens, among countless evil ghosts, yakshas, and rakshasas.
It was like an overseer, standing on the edge of the milky white light pillar, supervising the countless underworld creatures that came in and out. Yang Ji felt the tidal surge of energy in its body, which was even more powerful than those flying yakshas.
.
At this moment, Yang Ji even thought of Song Ziqi.
In this shadow, Yang Ji felt an aura as powerful as Song Ziqi's. At this moment, Yang Ji vaguely understood something.
"Buzz!"
When Yang Ji looked over, the huge shadow seemed to have seen Yang Ji, and its strange eyes fell on him through the void:
"Humanity……"
A voice sounded in the void, not the crazy roar of the underworld creature, but the language of human beings. In this underworld world, in this non-human body, Yang Ji heard human language for the first time.
Yang Ji felt a chill in his heart, and suddenly felt a huge panic.
boom!
Without any time to think, Yang Ji's body jumped up into the air almost instinctively, not daring to stay for a moment longer. At the last moment, Yang Ji lowered his head and looked back, only to see those strange, eye-catching eyes. He looked at himself through the white light with trembling eyes, but the terrifying shadow was at the edge of the light beam and did not follow.
In those strange black eyes, Yang Ji saw the light changing, and countless thoughts seemed to flash through them in an instant.
Yang Ji suddenly had cold sweat on his forehead, feeling as if he had walked through the gates of hell.
"What the hell is this? Why does it speak our human language?"
In the flash of lightning, countless thoughts flashed through Yang Ji's mind, but he still couldn't get to the point. In the end, what was left was just those strange eyes that seemed to see through people's hearts. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. , the novel is better and updated faster!