Hearing Yan Ji's shameless words, Huang Ke was furious, but at this time he had no choice but to turn around and run away in the other direction.
Seeing that their two leaders had escaped, the other Black Mountain thieves were stunned.
Someone as clever as Guo Qi Yujiu had already escaped with him, and the direction he escaped was different from that of Yan Ji and Huang Ke.
Only at this time did they show a hint of banditry and tell others what it meant to run away.
There was thunder at the feet of Deacon Wang, and the slope of nearly 100 meters was approaching in just a few breaths, and he chased Huang Ke and Yan Ji in the direction where they escaped.
Along the way, he encountered a visible Heishanzhai minion, and he slashed it with his sword, turning it into two half-burnt corpses.
"Huh? We ran away separately?"
In the woods, Deacon Wang sniffed lightly, squinted his eyes and looked at the two separate roads where Yan Ji and Huang Ke were running, and then chased Yan Ji in the direction of escape without hesitation.
Over the past month, he naturally made enough preparations to find out the real murderer.
They even spent a lot of money to bribe the Luo family and let them go to Heishan Village to persuade Yan Ji to participate in the robbery.
And Yu Zhen was also one of the costs this time.
As for what he promised to Yu Zhen, as long as Yu Zhen can survive from the Luo family, he will naturally fulfill his promise.
…
Yan Ji carried the pear-shaped mountain ax on his back and fled towards the Black Mountain Village for more than an hour without stopping.
"You shouldn't be able to catch up, right?"
Yan Ji kept looking behind him and murmured that the power of the Purple Thunder Sect deacon really frightened him.
Not to mention warriors at the Iron Bone level of the Root Bone Realm, even warriors at the Tiger Bone level, he would not dare to fight against them.
He just wants to bully the weak.
So even though he feels that he is hundreds of times stronger now that he is using Mu Changshan's four-star copy card than before, he still doesn't feel safe at all.
"Can't catch up? Are you talking about me?"
Just as Yan Ji was looking behind him, a voice appeared in front of him.
Yan Ji's body froze, and he slowly turned his neck to look forward, only to see a figure holding a sword blocking his path with an expressionless expression.
It is none other than the deacon of the Purple Thunder Sect—Wang Zhongwei.
Yan Ji said with a bitter look on his face: "Old sir, you are chasing the wrong person. I am just a minion in Heishan Village. My big boss escaped in another direction."
After hearing Yan Ji's words, Wang Zhongwei remained expressionless and looked at him quietly.
Yan Ji's face stiffened, and then he turned to a begging look and said: "Old sir, please let me go, I just turned fourteen last month, and it has only been two or three months since I joined Heishan Village.
"Moreover, it was Huang Ke, the evil leader of the black village, who forced me to join. I think my poor father, mother, sisters, and brothers were all killed by this evil man. My biggest dream in this life is to become stronger and defeat him.
Cut the corpse into thousands of pieces, and then destroy the Black Mountain Stronghold..."
Yan Ji spoke passionately while wiping his non-existent tears with his sleeves.
Wang Zhongwei remained expressionless and looked at him quietly.
After a while, Yan Ji put down his right hand that was wiping his tears. The begging look on his face slowly disappeared and he turned cold, looking at Wang Zhongwei.
"Are you done? I have already given you a chance. If you just admitted your evil deeds and handed over the bones of my children and disciples, maybe I will spare your life and allow you to kneel and die in their graves.
Come forward." Wang Zhongwei said coldly.
"Hahaha! Their bones? Let me think about it, maybe they have been taken away by the spirits in the mountains?"
Yan Ji laughed loudly, looked like he was thinking, then stretched his neck towards Wang Zhongwei, and said with a ferocious expression.
Wang Zhongwei's expressionless face suddenly became gloomy and terrifying.
"Old man, Grandpa Yan, I beg you so much that you are not willing to let me go. In this case, come on! Grandpa Yan, I am going to test today whether your bones are stronger or my ax is stronger!"
Yan Ji pulled out the pear-shaped mountain ax from behind with his right hand, his face was ferocious and fierce, the corners of his mouth were split to both sides, revealing a set of white teeth.
"Young-mouthed kid, you don't know whether to live or die!"
Wang Zhongwei shouted coldly, flipped his wrist, and the white sword flashed with thunder, leaving only a blue-purple afterimage on the spot.
Yan Ji's eyes narrowed, and without any time to think, he put the pear-shaped mountain ax directly in front of him, blocking his vital points with the huge axe.
Ding!!
There was a crisp collision sound, and Wang Zhongwei's figure appeared in front of him, with a slightly surprised look on his face.
"Old man, are you so weak that you haven't eaten yet?"
Yan Ji laughed evilly and leaned forward suddenly, pushing Wang Zhongwei back several steps.
"Root Bone Realm? It's a little different from the information. The power is exactly as the information said, extraordinary."
Wang Zhongwei didn't care that he was forced to retreat by Yan Ji. He was not a warrior who was good at strength.
"That's right, your Grandpa Yan is born with supernatural powers. You can take my axe!"
Yan Ji shouted loudly, with a fierce glare in his eyes. He gathered the pear-shaped mountain ax over his head, took one step forward, and struck Wang Zhongwei's head fiercely.
"It's a pity that sometimes the greater the strength, the stronger. Let you know the real gap between the entry level of the root bone realm and the iron bone level, and... true despair, just like when I faced my senior brother.
"
Wang Zhongwei had a look of recollection on his face, but he remained motionless and allowed Yan Ji to hit him with the axe.
Clang!!
The Lihua Mountain Ax hit Wang Zhongwei's head, and Yan Ji felt a huge shock force coming from his hand, which made his arms and body numb.
I saw the Pear Blossom Mountain Ax split open Wang Zhongwei's skin and flesh, and hit his white skull. It left no trace on it, and no blood flowed from his wound.
Click!
Suddenly, the blade of the Lihua mountain ax made a soft sound and shattered, leaving a gap.
Yan Ji's pupils trembled when he saw it.
"Did you see it? Little kid with a yellow mouth, this is a copper-skinned iron bone. It can't be broken by a mere inferior sharp weapon or strong strength. Are you scared? Are you scared?"
Wang Zhongwei smiled, as if he wanted to see the fear on Yan Ji's face.
"Afraid? Fear? How could such a rubbish emotion appear in your Grandpa Yan! Your head is hard, let me see if your stomach is as hard!"
Yan Ji's expression became more ferocious, he pulled out the pear-shaped mountain ax and slashed it towards Wang Zhongwei's stomach with one sweep.
"Ridiculous!"
Wang Zhongwei's smile faded, his body swayed, and Yan Ji's ax missed the target, cutting a large tree on the side that required four or five people to hug in half, and then pressed it to the ground with a roar, smashing up a large piece of dirt and fallen leaves.
Tear!
Yan Ji screamed in pain, and saw a piece of flesh and blood on his back the size of a baby's palm being cut off by Wang Zhongwei's sword.
"Young man with a yellow mouth, let me give you a taste of being cut into pieces with a thousand knives. When you see it, your mouth will be as hard as my bones!"
Tear, tear, tear, tear, tear!
I saw lightning flashes around Yan Ji's body, and Wang Zhongwei's shadows flew up with pieces of Yan Ji's flesh and blood.
Yan Ji went crazy from the pain, waving the pear blossom mountain ax and slashing towards his side, but every time he could only chop up the afterimages of Wang Zhongwei.
After being scratched alive for dozens of times, Yan Jitong almost lost his sanity.
Montenegro--
At this moment, a distant call came from his mind.
A stretch of the Black Mountains that stretched beyond the horizon, with no top visible, seemed to appear in front of him.
Vast, thick, friendly, terrifying, profound, powerful... all these things seem to describe this black mountain range.
"Montenegro--"
At the same time, Yan Ji also shouted in pain, and his eyes instantly turned dark.
The words "Black Mountain Demon Sutra" and "Black Mountain Demon Body" on the character interface of the black card in his mind glowed with dazzling black light.
His body began to swell and twist.
Three meters... four meters... five meters...
Like a black hill.
His muscles began to become like black rocks, one by one embedded in each other and piled up.
It also seemed to be twisted into a tangled mess, entangled with each other, and wrapped around his body like the roots of an old tree.
The air exhaled from his nostrils and mouth also turned into strands of black air, actively wrapping around his body like tattoos of unknown patterns.