"Who the hell are you?"

The middle-aged man said sharply, a little uncertain about Yang Ji's origin.

Swish!

The light flashed, and Yang Ji hung a red rope on his finger, and a black ghost house token hung down, swaying. A white tiger on the token came to life, flashing in the light, as if it was about to pounce.

"It turned out to be the Walker-sama!"

There was a whisper all around, and there was a hint of awe in the eyes that looked at Yang Ji. Even if you are a doer, it is not surprising to know that this is the case.

The Evil Dao is a strict hierarchy, and with the Walker Token in Yang Ji's hand, the power is much higher than that of everyone.

"The Dharma Protector has given me full authority over the affairs here. What do you mean, Lord Walker?"

The middle-aged man saw the pupils of the token in Yang Ji's hand shrink, and suddenly said sharply, revealing a thick dissatisfaction in his voice. In the ghost mansion, the power of the walker lies not in the power, but in the power.

Thirty-six walkers, elusive, each of them directly ordered by the upper echelons to perform some special tasks that only the upper echelons know.

The thirty-six practitioners may not all be very high. But their status is absolutely high.

"Hey, hey. ”

Yang Ji laughed. This token was obtained by killing the leader of the ghost mansion in Ten Thousand Tombs. Now it seems that the power is quite large, but it is a bit unexpected for him.

Yang Ji also did not respond to the middle-aged man's question. With a flick of his sleeves, Yang Ji walked to the blackened mat and sat down by himself. Glancing at the corpses in the next room, a cold light flashed in his eyes that was not easy to detect.

"Why should you be in a hurry, Lord Helmsman. There's nothing wrong with you above. It's just that you haven't made any progress, so I've sent me to tell you a piece of news. ”

Yang Ji said lightly, looking unfathomable.

The crowd looked at each other. They all sat down next to Yang Ji.

"What's the news?"

The middle-aged man was still sitting in his original position, poking his head slightly, looking at Yang Ji and wondering. The others also looked over after they took their seats on the mat.

It's rare for a walker to come over and deliver a message. There has been no progress on the side of Langya County, and everyone is really curious about what Yang Ji is going to convey.

"Hey, hey. ”

Yang Ji smiled. His gaze slowly swept over everyone present. As if trying to remember their faces:

"Do you remember that in addition to the Skeleton Ghost King in Ten Thousand Graves Ridge this time, many people also died in our Ghost Mansion?"

The room was suddenly silent, almost audible with pins dropping.

In this underworld catastrophe, the one who died didn't know that it was the skeleton ghost king. There are also masters and a walker sent by the ghost mansion. However, the mission seems to have failed, and the walker died there.

"What do you mean, Lord Walker? Didn't he be killed by the elders of the Iron Crown Sect?"

The middle-aged man was a little surprised.

In the evil way, the law of the jungle is the strongest, and the mortality rate is very alarming. Don't talk about walkers. Even the helmsman, and even the Dharma protectors above have died. It's not a big deal, and it happens from time to time in conflicts with the Righteous Paths.

Although he had noticed this, it was still the matter of the Skeleton Ghost King that was more important.

"Hey, hey. How could it be that someone from the Iron Crown Sect killed him?"

Yang Ji laughed, and his smile revealed a cruel meaning. His gaze swept across the room, and in his eyes, all of them were dead.

Once he stepped into this place, he would never let anyone leave it.

"Oh, what do you mean, who killed that walker?"

The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed.

The other black-robed people also gave a slap, and only the black-robed man called Ghost Armor subconsciously tightened the knife on his waist with his palm. His expression was slightly uneasy.

"Hey, hey. ”

Yang Ji laughed playfully, met everyone's eyes, and spit out a shocking answer:

"Me!"

This moment. The audience was shocked, and time seemed to freeze.

Everyone in the room looked at Yang Ji with a dull expression. I could hardly believe my ears. But soon, everyone reacted.

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 Graves was killed by him. His token was obtained by killing the Walker.

Shock, horror, anger in a moment...... , all kinds of expressions, and so on. A glance from the eyes of a middle-aged man. A huge palpitation enveloped his body, and he never expected it. There are such bold "killers" in the world, after the people who killed them. And swaggered into here.

In the midst of lightning, countless thoughts swept through my mind. The middle-aged man suddenly remembered the Skeleton Ghost King.

"Could it be that he killed the Skeleton Ghost King as well?"

This thought crossed his mind, and the middle-aged man suddenly had goosebumps all over his body. The blood in his chest rushed to his face at once, and it seemed 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 row, and his voice was urgent and fast.

Bang!

The heavens shook and the earth shook, and one after another majestic torrents of evil qi burst out, roaring, overlapping like a huge wave, and swept out from all directions.

The eight black-robed robes were shocked and angry, and they exploded almost instantly, and the torrent of evil qi that destroyed the mière instantly submerged Yang Ji.

"Hahaha......"

In the midst of the stormy waves, Yang Ji laughed. He sat cross-legged on the ground and didn't even move. Between the lightning and the stone fire, the majestic energy, one after another, continued to bombard Yang Ji's body, making a sound like rolling steel.

Yang Ji sat upright and didn't even shake it.

"With your strength, you also want to deal with me......"

Yang Ji's voice was neither high nor low, but it sounded clearly in everyone's ears. The martial arts are sevenfold, invulnerable, with his current martial sect-level cultivation, this kind of general-level attack can't hurt him at all.

No matter how those sneering black yin flames exercised outside his body, he couldn't help him in the slightest.

This is the general trend, in front of the powerhouses of the martial sect level, all the martial artists below the sevenfold level have no special means. All of them are like local chickens and tile dogs.

"Whew!—"

Yang Ji raised his wrist, raised his big sleeves, and instantly released the eight flying swords in the mustard bottle. I saw a cold light flickering, like a flying swallow in the light of the candle flame to draw a terrible arc, and the seven handles almost simultaneously submerged into the bodies of the seven black-robed people in different directions.

The only surprise was the eighth handle!

Boom!

There was a clear sound of gold and iron colliding. The trembling sound of the sword tail echoed in the void, and it was exceptionally clear.

"Huh!"

Yang Ji was slightly surprised that this eighth flying sword was actually knocked away. As soon as his eyes drooped, Yang Ji clearly saw a black sword shadow sticking to the blackened mat, like a poisonous snake towards his heart.

The moment Yang Ji bowed his head. I clearly saw the tip of the sword coming, and vague ripples rippled in the void. Following the sword light, Yang Ji clearly saw a pair of cold, but without the slightest emotion.

-- It's the evil warrior named Onika.

"What a sharp sword!"

A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind, slightly surprised. The flying swords he released were all six-rank flying swords. To block his flying sword, it must be at least six grades.

The sword weapon in this ghost armor's hand is dark and weird, but it is incredibly sharp. Yang Ji felt the tip of his sword pointing at the place, and his skin slightly got goosebumps.

- This sword weapon can hurt himself, Yang Ji is sure of this. However, it is just an injury, with Yang Ji's current toughness, it is just an itch of fur.

"Hmph. Insect carving skills!"

Yang Ji sneered and made a move in an instant. Get up, step on, attack, and slash your fingers like a sword through ......your chest. All the action is done in a flash.

By the time the ghost armor reacted, Yang Ji had already appeared in front of him with a ghost, and two fingers had already penetrated deep into his chest.

The eyes of the ghost armor were wide open, and he couldn't believe that this young man who was pretending to be a ghost house walker killed himself lightly.

Wu Zong's body was invulnerable and extremely hard. With the majestic blood and sword, it is no different. Although it is difficult to say whether it can break the body of other people's martial arts.

But for a peak military general like Ghost Armor, it's not too easy!

Martial arts promotion. He also obtained the "subtle" perception ability that only the Eightfold Dà Martial Sect has, and Yang Ji dealt with this kind of peak general. It's like slaughtering chickens and killing dogs.

"Boom Boom!"

Suddenly, three shouts came from my ears in quick 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's face also changed slightly. After dealing with the martial artists of the Ghost Mansion in Wanfenling, Yang Ji was no stranger to this kind of corpse explosion technique.

Yang Ji knew that this kind of corpse explosion technique could not threaten the Martial Sect at all. He just couldn't tolerate that these evil martial artists were using the corpses of these ordinary people as martial artists.

Bang bang bang!!

The other party took the right time, just in an instant, more than a dozen corpses exploded one after another. Countless bones, flesh, and internal organs exploded into the tiniest pieces in an instant, and thousands of them fiercely rushed towards Yang Ji.

"Buzz!"

A blood-red light expanded from Yang Ji's body. Yang Ji almost instantly propped up his blood qi shield to block these minced flesh and blood foam.

"Boy, take your life!"

A terrible voice came from overhead, and in the dark, it was like a thunderbolt exploding overhead, and in the boom, the wind rolled upside down, and a force that destroyed the nature of the body swept the sky and the earth, and suddenly pressed down from the top of Yang Ji's head with a thunderous momentum.

"Buzz!"

Between the lightning and the fire, a palm as white as jade emitted a faint light, quietly drilling out of the sleeve. Soaring overhead, he blocked the blow at the last moment.

"Boom!"

In the midst of the mighty wind and earth-shattering loud noise, a force that destroyed the nature of the mière centered on Yang Ji and the middle-aged man burst out in all directions.

Chairs, mats, floors, ceilings, walls, ...... in the room , was touched by this momentum, like paper paste, and exploded into smithereens.

Above Yang Ji's head, the middle-aged man was on his head and feet, a handstand, his right palm and Yang Ji's palm were together, and a pair of eyes were wide open, both shocked and frightened.

With this blow, he burst into trouble and tried his best, but when he hit Yang Ji, it was like hitting an immovable mountain.

Yang Ji didn't even launch a counterattack, just a passive defense, blocking his martial sect-level full force blow. (To be continued) R655