The middle-aged man said sternly, a little unsure of Yang Ji's origin.
Whoosh!
There was a flash of light, and Yang Ji had a red rope hanging from his finger, and hanging down was a black Ghost Mansion Token, dangling. A lifelike white tiger on the token flashed under the light, as if it was about to pounce.
"It turns out to be Lord Walker!"
There were whispers all around, and Yang Ji looked at Yang Ji with a hint of awe. Since he is a traveler, it is not surprising that he knows this place.
The evil lineage has a strict hierarchy, and the Walker Token in Yang Ji's hand has much higher rights than everyone else.
"The Lord Protector has given me full authority over the matters here. Lord Walker, what do you mean?"
The middle-aged man's pupils shrank when he saw the token in Yang Ji's hand, and he suddenly said harshly, with deep dissatisfaction in his voice. In the ghost mansion, the power of a traveler lies not in power, but in power.
Thirty-six travelers appear and disappear, each of them is directly ordered by the upper level to perform some special tasks that only the upper level knows.
The thirty-six practitioners may not all have very high cultivation levels, but their status is definitely very high.
"hey-hey."
Yang Ji laughed. He got this token by killing the leader of the Ghost Mansion in Wanfenling. Now it seems that his power is quite powerful, which is a bit beyond his expectation.
Yang Ji did not respond to the middle-aged man's question. With a flick of his sleeves, Yang Ji walked to the black mat and sat down by himself. He glanced at the corpses scattered in the next room, and an imperceptible cold light flashed in his eyes.
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"Master helmsman, why should you be anxious? There is no dissatisfaction with you from above. It's just that you have made no progress and sent me to tell you some news."
Yang Ji said calmly, looking enigmatic.
Everyone looked at each other and sat down next to Yang Ji.
"News? What news?"
The middle-aged man was still sitting in his original position, tilting his head slightly, looking at Yang Ji and wondering. Others also looked over after taking their seats on the mat.
The higher authorities rarely send a traveler to convey a message. There has been no progress in Langya County, and everyone is really curious about what Yang Ji wants to convey.
"hey-hey."
Yang Ji smiled. His eyes slowly swept over everyone present, as if he wanted to remember their faces:
"Do you still remember that in addition to the skeleton ghost king in Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge, many people in our ghost mansion also died?"
The room suddenly became so quiet that you could almost hear a pin drop.
In this disaster in the underworld, it is unknown whether the skeleton ghost king died, as well as the master sent by the ghost mansion and a walker. However, the mission seemed to have failed, and the walker also died there.
"What do you mean, Lord Monk? Wasn't he killed by the elders of the Iron Crown Sect?"
The middle-aged man said in surprise.
In the evil way, the weak eat the strong, and the mortality rate is very alarming. Not to mention the practitioners. Even the helmsmen and even the guardians above have died a few times. This is really not a big deal. In conflicts with the righteous sects, this kind of thing happens from time to time.
occur.
Although he has also noticed this matter, the matter of the Skeleton Ghost King is more important.
"Hey. How could it be someone from the Iron Crown faction killed him?"
Yang Ji laughed, and there was a hint of cruelty in his smile. His eyes swept across the audience, and in his eyes, these were all dead people.
Once he steps into this place, he will never let anyone leave here.
"Oh, what do you mean, Sir, who killed that Lord Walker?"
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes.
The other men in black robes also slapped him in the face. Only the man in black robes named Gui Jia subconsciously tightened his hand on the knife on his waist. His expression was slightly uneasy.
"hey-hey."
Yang Ji laughed jokingly, faced everyone's gaze, and spit out a shocking answer:
"I!"
At this moment, the entire audience was shocked, and time seemed to have frozen.
Everyone in the room looked at Yang Ji with dull expressions on their faces. They could hardly believe their ears. But soon, everyone came to their senses.
Looking at the playful smile on Yang Ji's face, the middle-aged man suddenly realized. He suddenly understood where the Walker Token in Yang Ji's hand came from.
——The walker in Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge was killed by him. His token was obtained by killing that walker.
In an instant, shock, terror, anger... all kinds of expressions flashed across the middle-aged man's eyes. A huge panic enveloped his whole body. He never expected that there would be such a bold "killer" in the world.
", after killing their people, they walked in here arrogantly.
In the flash of lightning, countless thoughts passed through his mind. The middle-aged man suddenly thought of the Skeleton Ghost King.
"Did he also kill the Skeleton Ghost King?"
This thought passed through his mind, and suddenly goosebumps appeared all over the middle-aged man's body. The blood in his chest suddenly rushed to his face, as if he was going to explode.
"Kill him, kill him, kill him! -"
The middle-aged man's eyes widened, he screamed loudly, and said "kill him" three times in a hysterical manner, his voice urgent and fast.
Boom!
The sky shook and the earth shook, and majestic torrents of evil energy burst out one after another, roaring, overlapping like giant waves, and sweeping out from all directions.
The eight men in black robes were frightened and angry. They burst out almost instantly, and the destructive torrent of evil energy instantly submerged Yang Ji.
"Hahaha……"
Amidst the violent wind and waves, Yang Ji laughed. He sat cross-legged on the ground, not even moving. In the lightning flash, the majestic energy hit Yang Ji one after another, making a burst of
A rolling sound like steel.
Yang Ji sat upright without even swaying.
"Even with your strength, you still want to deal with me..."
Yang Ji's voice was neither high nor low, but it rang clearly in everyone's ears. At the seventh level of martial arts, he was invulnerable to weapons and weapons. With his current martial arts level, such general-level attacks could not hurt him at all.
No matter how those black yin fires worked outside his body, they couldn't do anything to him.
This is the general trend. In front of the powerful warriors at the Wuzong level, all warriors below the seventh level have no special means. They are all like chickens and dogs.
"laugh!--"
Yang Ji raised his wrist, raised his sleeves, and instantly released the eight flying swords in the Najie bottle. Whoosh whoosh! I saw cold light flickering, like flying swallows, drawing out a series of sad and sharp swords in the light of the candle.
In an arc, the seven handles sank into the bodies of the seven black-robed men at different directions at almost the same time.
The only surprise is the eighth handle!
Clang!
There was a clear sound of the collision of gold and iron. The trembling sound of the sword tail echoed in the void, especially clear.
"Huh!"
Yang Ji was slightly surprised that the eighth flying sword was actually knocked away. Looking down, Yang Ji clearly saw a black sword shadow against the black-stained mat, moving towards him like a poisonous snake.
His heart was stabbed.
The moment Yang Ji lowered his head, he clearly saw the tip of the sword coming towards him, and vague ripples rising in the air. Following the light of the sword, Yang Ji clearly saw a pair of cold, piercing eyes without any emotion.
——It’s the evil warrior named Gui Jia.
"What a sharp sword!"
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and he was slightly surprised. The flying swords he released were all sixth-grade flying swords. To block his flying swords, they must be at least sixth-grade.
The sword in the hand of this ghost armor was dark and strange, but incredibly sharp. Yang Ji felt the tip of his sword pointing at the right place, and his skin felt slightly goosebumps.
——This sword can hurt him, Yang Ji is sure of this. However, it is only damage. With Yang Ji's current strength, it is just an itch.
"Hmph. A small trick!"
Yang Ji sneered and took action instantly. He stood up, stepped forward, attacked, and stabbed his chest with his parallel fingers like a sword... All actions were completed in an instant.
When Gui Jia reacted, Yang Ji had already appeared in front of him with an afterimage, and two fingers had penetrated deeply into his chest.
Gui Jia's eyes were wide open, and he couldn't believe until his death that this young man pretending to be a ghost traveler could kill him so easily.
Wu Zong's body is invulnerable and extremely hard. Combined with the majestic blood energy, it is just like a sword. Although it is difficult to say whether it can penetrate other people's Wu Zong bodies.
But for a top general like Gui Jia, it is simply not easy!
After being promoted in martial arts, he also gained the "fine and subtle" perception ability that is only available to the eighth major martial arts masters. When dealing with such a peak military commander, Yang Ji was like slaughtering chickens and killing dogs.
"Bang bang bang!"
Suddenly, three loud shouts were heard in succession. The bodies of more than a dozen maids and servants were thrown next door, but they didn't know when they crawled into the room.
Seeing the corpses of these maids and servants, Yang Ji also changed his expression slightly. After dealing with warriors from the Ghost Mansion in Wanfenling, Yang Ji was no stranger to this kind of corpse explosion technique.
Yang Ji knew very well that this kind of corpse explosion technique did not threaten Wu Zong at all. He just couldn't tolerate these evil warriors using the corpses of ordinary people as warriors.
Bang bang bang!!
The opponent's timing was just right. In just an instant, more than a dozen corpses exploded one after another. Countless bones, flesh, blood, and internal organs exploded into the tiniest pieces in an instant, and thousands of them fiercely attacked Yang Ji.
"Buzz!"
A blood-red light expanded from Yang Ji's body. Yang Ji almost instantly raised his blood shield to block the pieces of flesh and blood foam.
"Boy, take your life!"
A shrill voice came from the top of the head. In the dark, it was like a thunder exploded above the head. Amidst the roar, the strong wind rolled back, and a destructive force hit the sky and the earth, and suddenly thundered from the top of Yang Ji's head.
Pressed down.
"Buzz!"
In the flash of lightning, a palm as white as jade emitted a faint light, and quietly emerged from the sleeve. It was raised above the head and blocked the blow at the critical moment.
"Boom!"
Amidst the fierce winds and earth-shaking loud noises, a destructive force shot out in all directions with Yang Ji and the middle-aged people at the center.
The chairs, mats, floor, ceiling, walls... all in the room were blown to pieces as if they were made of paper when touched by this force.
Above Yang Ji's head, a middle-aged man stood on his head, his right palm touching Yang Ji's, his eyes wide open in shock and fear.
With this blow, he launched an attack with all his strength, but hitting Yang Ji was like hitting an immovable mountain.
Yang Ji didn't even launch a counterattack. He only used passive defense to block his full-strength Wuzong-level blow. (To be continued)