"The power was sealed in that boulder, and I sank a hundred miles below. * How could he be found by a small sect disciple, and how could I use this kind of power?"

The Skeleton Ghost King sat on the throne and thought secretly, his heart was tossing and turning, and the biggest doubt was this. Some powers, while powerful, are not available to everyone.

Otherwise, where would those powerful Confucian energies get a small sect disciple, it would have mastered itself hundreds of years ago.

"What the hell is going on, what the hell is going on?......"

The Skeleton Ghost King's heart was up and down, and it couldn't figure it out. There are too many strange things in this, that boulder is hidden in a very deep place, and he doesn't find any breath, how does he know?

The seal of the boulder, what is it going to do?

"Forget it, after I recover, find an opportunity to sneak up on their Iron Crown Sect, kill him without leaving a piece of armor, and it is best to kill this kid together, so as to relieve the hatred in my heart." ”

The Skeleton Ghost King waved his hand, a chilling murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and slowly closed his eyes. Sizzle! Take a breath, and the infinite yin qi in all directions boils and boils, condensed like substance, and gathers.

Now that the Great Array is running, the entire Ten Thousand Graves Ridge is filled with yin qi, and even the sunlight can't shine in. And the closer to the underground, the heavier the yin, turbidity, corpse, and death qi.

This bronze dungeon is located deep in the earth, and taking a breath here is much faster than regaining strength on the ground.

"Whoa!"

At this moment, a sound of rattling water suddenly came to my ears. The voice was not loud, but the ears of the Skeleton Ghost King who listened to it were shocked.

"Someone!"

Murderous intent flashed in the Skeleton Ghost King's eyes. This kind of sound is very familiar to him, there is a guardian Yellow Spring outside the underground palace, and this is the sound that is made when someone wades through the Yellow Spring.

"Stinky boy, you dare to chase here!"

A hint of anger flashed across the Skeleton Ghost King's face. This time. The only one who can still catch up here is Yang Ji. The Ten Thousand Graves Ridge was full of dangers, and there were deadly yellow spring waterways everywhere, and the Skeleton Ghost King never expected that Yang Ji would actually risk danger and forcibly break into his lair.

"Dada!"

It's too late, it's too soon. A crisp sound of footsteps rang out from outside the hall. The footsteps were rapid at first, but then they became slower and slower.

"Skeleton Ghost King, I thought you fled somewhere. It turned out that he fled back and forth, but he still fled back to his lair. You can't get rid of me by running here, right?"

At the exit where the hall communicates with the Yongdao, Yang Jitou inserts a hairpin, his clothes fluttering, and he slowly steps in calmly.

The ghostly fire in the hall shone faintly. Hitting his body, a layer of miserable white glow was reflected.

"Little ghost, you will pay for your hubris. ”

Across the Knife Mountain, the Soldier Mountain, the Material Mountain, and the Mineral Deposit Mountain, the Skeleton Ghost King glared at Yang Ji fiercely, and his expression was eager to eat him.

"Humph!"

Yang Ji snorted slightly, and his expression suddenly turned cold:

"You have brought misfortune to the east, and you have ill intentions to lure the evil ghosts, yakshasas, and rakshasas from the underworld to Langya County. You don't think that if you do such a catastrophe, no one will be able to cure you, right?"

"Sue sù you. Heaven and earth, you can't escape anywhere! No matter where you flee, I want you to die!"

Yang Ji said coldly, his eyes bursting with murderous intent.

Langya County is where he was born, and there are many people he cares about and cares about. The Skeleton Ghost King led to the east, and thousands of creatures from the underworld washed over. Liang Bo, Lu Ling, Shi Shi, Wang Xian...... , where are these people who care about themselves and care about themselves?

Not to mention anything else, just by virtue of this, Yang Ji can't spare it.

"Hahaha......"

The Skeleton Ghost King laughed loudly, and his laughter was hoarse. It was worse than crying, and the roof of the temple was buzzing and trembling. It has always been criss-crossed, even the Heavenly Yin Sect, even the evil gods of the Outer Heaven dare to design, and now it is threatened by a small sect disciple, where can it stand it.

"There is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell for you to come. Imp, I'm going to make you pay for your hubris!"

The Skeleton Ghost King suddenly slapped the armrest of the throne, boom, and with a loud bang, the hall was full of Knife Mountain, Sword Mountain, Halberd Mountain, Gem Mountain, and Mineral Mountain...... All of them flew up, rumbling and smashing towards Yang Ji.

"Little ghost, give me death!"

The Skeleton Ghost King roared, and then turned into a sharp arrow in the flying Sword Mountain, Sword Mountain, Halberd Mountain, and Mineral Deposit Mountain, and attacked Yang Ji:

"Hyakki Night Walk**!"

There were bursts of light and shadow in the void, a hundred ghosts were crying, and the entire bronze underground palace was like an endless hell, with endless ghost soldiers, ghost pawns, ghost beasts, and ghost generals howling, living and dying, and blasting towards Yang Ji together with the skeleton ghost king.

"Good time!"

The Skeleton Ghost King struck an earth-shattering blow to the ghosts and gods, but Yang Ji was not afraid. The dark pupils reflected Yang Ji's full of knives, guns, swords, halberds and armor, and Yang Ji roared sharply, like a cannonball, and suddenly rushed into the dense torrent of weapons and minerals in the sky.

"Nine swords in one!"

Nine scorching rainbow rays of light that were more dazzling than the sun shot out from behind Yang Ji, and the sword light staggered, quickly rotated, turning into a huge sword qi cone, firmly protecting Yang Ji in the middle, and then shooting towards the Skeleton Ghost King behind Sword Mountain, Sword Mountain, and Halberd Mountain.

"Boom!"

Matchless light burst out from Yang Ji's body, and the underground world seemed to rise a round of the sun on earth. Yang Jiren's sword was one, and he instantly broke through many obstacles and appeared in front of the Skeleton Ghost King.

"Wrath of the Overlord!"

Yang Ji gathered the aura of his whole body, like a round of glowing light, and collided violently with the Skeleton Ghost King.

Boom Boom!

In a short period of time, sword energy, evil power, flying halberds, and iron fists ...... , violently slamming together. The mighty qi of heaven and earth collided violently with the power of evil spirits.

The entire hall of the dungeon turned into a dangerous storm zone.

"Buzz!"

The evil power of a ** is constantly extracted, supplementing the strength of the skeleton ghost king. The evil spirit relic on the head of the Skeleton Ghost King was originally as black as ink, but now it is getting grayer and grayer, and it is white in the gray.

In a short period of time, the evil power in the evil spirit relics was consumed a lot. The Skeleton Ghost King was shocked and angry, and then tried his best to help Yang Ji.

Ancient Confucianism was in harmony with the righteous path of heaven and earth, and the breath of grandeur that was cultivated was righteous and great. It can make all evils easy. A mouthful of evil power alone cannot resist the mighty aura of heaven and earth.

If it weren't for the fact that it also contained some miscellaneous divine power fluctuations, the Skeleton Ghost King would have been defeated a long time ago.

"Damn, damn, damn ......"

The Skeleton Ghost King couldn't take Yang Ji for a long time, he was upset and irritable, and he scolded angrily in his heart.

"Little Sacred Words!"

Yang Ji suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed. A pillar of milky white light pierced through the ground and landed on the Skeleton Ghost King with precision.

"Ahh

With a terrible scream, the Skeleton Ghost King was hit by this milky white pillar of light, burning his whole body with black smoke scattered, his muscles burning, and he almost broke through the pillar of light and fell from the sky.

"Boom!"

Under the stimulation of pain, the Skeleton Ghost King suspended in the void suddenly erupted into a super-level evil power storm, forcibly knocking Yang Ji away. Suddenly turned into a black rainbow and fled into the corridor at the exit of the hall:

"Boy, do you have what it takes to come with me? I'll fight you to the death!"

Black smoke billowed and disappeared into the dungeon corridor in an instant.

This change was beyond Yang Ji's expectations, and after a moment of stunned, Yang Ji sneered:

"If you don't dare, come here, I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

Bang!

Under his feet, Yang Ji flew out. His mind was full of thoughts. It's just a blink of an eye, and I've already thought through the Skeleton Ghost King's calculations.

"Hmph, you want to lead me to the Yellow Springs and the dead body. Where you can take advantage of the situation, the abacus is playing well, but unfortunately it is not what it used to be, and it is useless for you to think about it. ”

Yang Ji glanced down at the frost and snow in his arms, the pen of benevolence and righteousness that was as shiny as jade, and sneered in his heart. Before you get the pen of righteousness. He really has to think about it, after all, if he is stained by the water of the Yellow Spring, he is afraid that he will pollute the foundation.

But with these Confucian magic weapons, one can overcome all evils, regardless of Huangquan or Yaksha. None of them threaten themselves.

"Before, I had one game with the elders, one at the altar on the north side of Wanfen Ridge, and one in the underground palace, a total of three. In the last battle like this, the evil spirit relics above this head will be exhausted and will be reduced to nothing!"

Yang Ji secretly calculated in his heart, and his eyes flashed with wisdom. Whoosh! With a shake of his body, lightning shot out of the dark tunnel underground.

As soon as he arrived outside the dungeon, the voice of the skeleton ghost king came from his ears:

"Little ghost, pick me up!"

"Whoa!"

The water splashed loudly, and a fishy, rotten smell rushed in the darkness, which contained a strong power of darkness, evil, death, and corrosion.

"Yellow spring water!"

Yang Ji's face changed slightly, and he immediately understood what was going on.

The Skeleton Ghost King was born as a spirit, and was originally a corpse under Ten Thousand Graves. It communicates with dead air, and is not afraid of rotten yellow spring water at all, even if it is soaked in it, there is no problem.

It obviously calculated the time when it came out, and ambushed in the Yellow Spring, taking the opportunity to use the Yellow Spring Water of the Underworld to pollute its own blood and qi foundation.

"Dominate the end of the plate!"

Yang Ji took a step back, the blood furnace exploded, and the light was bright, and a white dragon turtle composed of Haoran Qi appeared at the door of the underground palace, sitting Yang Ji in a group.

Zizi!

The yellow spring water poured on the white dragon turtle, sizzling, and immediately evaporated into hot gas. The color of the white dragon turtle is rapidly blurred and discolored.

"Rainbow through the sun!"

"Nine swords in one!"

......

Intense white light burst out from Yang Ji's body, and the light emitted by the nine flying swords was even more dazzling and dazzling than Huixing.

The scorching sword aura pierced through the water curtain like a white rainbow and shot towards the Skeleton Ghost King behind the huge waves.

"Whoa!"

There was a splash in the darkness, and the skeleton ghost king rushed out of the water, and his breath quickly disappeared.

"Running so fast!"

A sharp light flashed between Yang Ji's eyebrows. The Skeleton Ghost King seems to have learned a lesson, and if he can't hit a single blow, he immediately flees away.

"Run, I'll see where you go. ”

Yang Ji sacrificed to the ground, stepped on the soles of his feet as if flying away, his spirit expanded out, and firmly locked on the skeleton ghost king and chased away.

"Roar!"

The beast roared, and a four-level martial arts black-skinned rakshasa was full of hideousness, and suddenly rushed out of the Yellow Spring waterway crisscrossing the ground and pounced on Yang Ji.

"Huh!"

As soon as Yang Ji's long sword was raised, the black skin that was known as invulnerable only slightly hindered, like melting ice cream, turning into two in the sound of sizzling, and turning into Yang Ji's sword qi.

- The bloodthirsty sword and the aura of Haoran are simply astonishing in its damage to dark creatures!

"Do you want to use these demons, yakshasas, and rakshasas to drain my strength? ”

Yang Ji's eyes flashed, and he chased after him.

"Roar!-"

In the darkness, one after another demons, yakshasas, and rakshasas swooped forward and swooped down like lightning along the yellow spring water. One, two, three, all the way to the past, dense, Yang Ji didn't know how many underworld creatures he had killed.

The Haoran Qi in his body was drastically consumed, but Yang Ji didn't care. The Skeleton Ghost King's mistake was that he thought that he could deal with himself with these miscellaneous fish, but he didn't know that he had a powerful Confucian treasure, and the energy contained in it was enough for Yang Ji to hunt down and kill the Skeleton Ghost King dozens of times.

"Little Sacred Words!"

The energy in his body was exhausted, Yang Ji did not hesitate, and as soon as his mind moved, a scorching light fell from the sky, filling up the energy in his body.

"You can't run!"

In his arms, the pen of benevolence and righteousness exuded bursts of white light, and Yang Ji's eyes flashed, and he chased after him reluctantly.

"Do what you know you can't do, and do what you know you can't do", solving this crisis is a prerequisite for being recognized by the pen of benevolence and righteousness.

When chasing the Skeleton Ghost King, Yang Ji could clearly feel the intention of this Confucian treasure. Its mind and itself are one, and there is no distinction between them. (To be continued......) R527