These ghosts all have life-like, one by one let out a baby-like shrill whistle, struggling desperately, but they can't get rid of Yang Ji's palm. can only pull each other and be imprisoned in the square inch of Yang Ji's palm.

Looking at this lifelike, ukiyo-e-like picture, Yang Ji laughed. For more than ten days, he risked a huge assimilation to enter the world of ghosts, and all of them were here.

"Buzz!"

Yang Ji's mind suddenly moved, and a huge hundred ghost thoughts immediately destroyed the heavy blood qi and ran in his body. The feeling of heaviness at the beginning has now diminished a lot, and it is no longer as laborious as before.

However, Yang Ji was not very satisfied with this mental power.

This kind of hundred ghosts is obviously scattered and disorderly, obviously like a hundred pulling ropes in different directions. Although there are many people, they do not show their true strength at all.

"Now it's only the last one!"

Yang Ji said secretly, looking down at the huge "Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Map" in front of him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Buzz!"

The light flashed, and the smile on the corner of Yang Ji's mouth froze, and the whole thing seemed to become motionless as if it had become a sculpture. And his soul once again went deep into "Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Map".

The terrible wind blew the earth, and this boundless world of ghosts was miserable. The former boundless ghost crowd has disappeared, and now only a huge lonely ghost king is left between heaven and earth.

This ghost king has a pitch-black body, like black iron, and his body is extremely tall. Yang Ji stood in front of it, like a humble ant.

Unlike the ghost king that Yang Ji first entered the world of ghosts, this ghost king is much stronger. And the shape is also completely different.

That is, when he saw this ghost king, Yang Ji suddenly understood what was going on with the skeleton ghost king's "Hundred Ghost Night Walk*".

"The Skeleton Ghost King itself is a 'Ghost King', and it turns out that it is actually the Ghost King*. ”

Yang Ji's heart suddenly became transparent.

The Skeleton Ghost King's method is not a complete "Hundred Ghosts Night Walk*" at all. Instead, he relied on his unique ghost king body to practice the ghost king*.

Although the two seem to be the same, they are very different and wrong, and they are not like that at all.

"Roar!"

This head has iron horns. The powerful Ghost King stood motionless on the ground, a look of struggle appeared on its face slightly, and a muffled sound came out of its mouth, as if it felt Yang Ji's existence.

Yang Ji smiled, the skeleton ghost king did not comprehend the essence of the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, but he was able to control the ghost king in the "Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Map", which is also wonderful.

This is his unique ability as a ghost king.

But it's a pity. The Skeleton Ghost King is dead, and the little broken consciousness he left behind in the scriptures and paintings is no longer a climate. Even if he doesn't care about it, it won't be long before he will be completely wiped out and disappear.

"There is only one last step left, to occupy this ghost king. I can completely cultivate into a hundred ghosts and walk at night*!"

A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and he suddenly let out a low roar, wrapped in the will and essence of the hundred ghosts he had comprehended, and turned into a black shadow and violently burrowed into the body of this huge ghost king.

"Boom!"

The earth shook and the sky shook, and just after Yang Ji occupied the body of the huge ghost king in the ghost world, a terrifying roar resounded inside and outside the painting at the same time.

Without warning, the mountains under Yang Ji's feet suddenly trembled. It's just that in a moment, the huge hill under Yang Ji's feet has changed. In all directions, in the depths of the earth, the yin qi is rolling. It surged out, turning the entire hill into a boiling mist in the blink of an eye.

In the surging mist, two cold rays burst out, and Yang Ji's body jumped, and he suddenly jumped up from the ground. This gentle leap caused the entire mountain to tremble.

"Whew!"

The wind blows in the heavens and the earth. The trees all over the mountain trembled.

Yang Ji stood on the top of the mountain, and the whole person burst out with a strong self-confidence.

"Finally it worked!"

Yang Ji's eyes closed and opened. Suddenly, a grandiose, huge will was stirred. The wind howls in the void. But there was a howling sound of ghosts crying in the wind:

"Boom!"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"Quack!"

......

In the sky above Yang Ji's head, hundreds of ghosts suddenly appeared. Countless fierce ghosts, fierce ghosts, fierce ghosts, and unjust ghosts...... , one by one, lifelike, howling wildly in the void, running and spinning around Yang Ji frantically.

If you look closely, the graphics composed of all these ghosts are exactly the same as those in "Hundred Ghosts Night Walking". And Yang Ji stood in the center of this picture of a hundred ghosts at night, setting off a solemn and solemn taste.

Boom, the wind howled, the earth shook the sky, and in this ghost roar in the sky, Yang Ji held his palms up, and the red light in his body burst out, slowly destroying a huge force.

Rumble!

A thousand mountains shake!

Within a radius of 100 miles, the wind howled, and the majestic massive amount of vitality energy between heaven and earth turned into clouds and mist condensed like substance, driven by a huge will, and gathered from all directions.

Yang Ji was like an invisible whirlpool, standing on the top of a big mountain, frantically swallowing the energy in all directions, increasing the energy of the blood.

And all the energy poured in, like a mud cow entering the sea, without a single leak out, as if there was another world hidden in Yang Ji's body.

"Hundred! ghost! night! line! big! law!"

Yang Ji's expression was solemn, his right hand was erected on the top and his left palm was on the bottom, and they were combined into a roulette wheel. And this roulette wheel has only just turned, and it has not exerted its maximum power.

"Boom!"

When Yang Ji's palms rotated like a roulette wheel, he pressed it suddenly, and the hundred ghosts were destroyed to the extreme. Click, a thunderous sound suddenly sounded from the depths of the void, and the void seemed to be torn apart.

And in Yang Ji's body, those incomparably heavy blood qi were like melting glaciers, and under the impetus of the huge will of the hundred ghosts, they rumbled and ran wildly along the path of Xiao Zhoutian.

"Buzz!"

This power is extremely huge, not only lightly pushing Yang Ji's blood qi that weighs like a mountain, but also extracting the great asura power stored in Yang Ji's body and the hundreds of cells in his limbs. Melted into the blood.

Each of these hundreds of thousands of asura particles contained a huge amount of quasi-saint-level power. All these forces melted and instantly turned into a majestic unimaginable force.

"Click!"

Yang Ji's tendons, bones, epithelia, and flesh were already very strong. However, after being nourished by these high-level Asura essence blood energy, he actually began to greatly strengthen it again, directly beyond the scope of the Martial Sect's body.

This moment is the strong transverse dù of the theory. Except for the Great Martial Sect of the Eightfold, there is no one who can compare to Yang Ji's Martial Sect body at this time.

Not only that, the blood qi in the body obtained this huge amount of energy, and in a short period of time, a large amount of condensed, and endless fine sand appeared from the blood vessel walls one after another, seeping into the blood.

"Blood is sand. The blood is ...... sand."

Yang Ji's heart also became excited. The "Hundred Ghosts Night Walk*" could actually extract the Great Asura essence blood stored in the cells of the whole body, which Yang Ji had not expected before.

This alone saved me months of time, and it was not in vain that I spent so much time studying this "Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Diagram".

Thundered!

Yang Ji kept destroying the night walk of the hundred ghosts*, and used the artistic conception of the hundred ghosts to destroy the blood and qi in the body. At the same time, it promotes the absorption of the essence blood of the great asura throughout the body.

The Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts* has always been a method used by people in the evil path to absorb the yin energy, corpse energy, turbidity energy, and death qi from the yin to the turbidity between heaven and earth.

But Yang Ji changed it. Although it has the power of a hundred ghosts, it is not used to absorb the yin qi, but to absorb the yang qi between heaven and earth.

This was originally impossible, but Yang Ji had crossed the sixfold martial arts, and the blood and qi in his body were not restricted at all.

This was an instant, and there was more and more fine sand in Yang Ji's blood. This is not mud and sand, but the real iron sand of Wu Zong.

There is too much energy in the blood. It will be transformed from void to reality, forming iron sand-like blood, which is the energy of Wu Zong.

"Buzz!"

The rolling blood contained a huge amount of Martial Sect Iron Sand. After the small Zhou Tian cycle, it was finally injected into the blood furnace. Nourished by immense energy, this furnace of blood is evolving at an incredible rate.

The changes, which usually take more than ten days to complete, were completed in a short period of time with the nourishment of sufficient asura essence blood.

The furnace of blood grew bigger and stronger. And at a speed visible to the naked eye, it changes from blood red to bronze-like metallic color.

"Great!"

Yang Ji's heart was excited. The blood qi in the body is turning faster and faster, and it is turning faster and faster. Finally-

"Ahh

Yang Ji's head was raised and he let out an earth-shattering roar. His hair stood up. There was a sound like steel bars coming from within.

At this moment, the mountains and rivers shook. A huge aura like a wild beast erupted violently from his body.

"Boom!"

Yang Ji's eyes were blood-red and his neck was swollen. Thousands of torrents of blood and qi roared out of his body, twisting the void up.

The speed of blood qi in Yang Ji's body became faster and faster, and there were more and more iron sand, and finally this force turned into a devastating torrent, rushing everywhere in Yang Ji's body, not vomiting or unhappy.

"Drink!"

Yang Ji suddenly shouted, stepped heavily under his feet, and with a bang, this torrent of blood and qi that destroyed the world and overwhelmed the mountains and seas penetrated into the ground like water from the sluice gates.

Boom, thousands of mountains shook, the earth hummed, rolling dust shrouded a radius of dozens of miles, and thousands of old trees were annihilated. The old trees swayed and made a loud noise.

As if he had been relieved of a thousand heavy burdens, Yang Ji leaked these residual blood, dirty blood, turbid blood, and septic blood that were difficult to transform into the six layers of martial arts into his underground body, and his whole body was light, and a brand-new, but more powerful force roared and circulated in his body.

"Martial Sect Realm!"

Yang Ji stood in the billowing dust mist, blessed to his heart, and these three words flashed in his mind. As soon as this thought crossed his mind, a sudden change abruptly appeared.

Clang!

In the loud sound of the bell, the void behind Yang Ji was distorted, as if he had broken free from some kind of restraint, and a huge ancient golden-red tripod, as if containing the power of destroying the world and destroying the earth, roared and appeared in the void.

- Essence Blood Copper Furnace!(To be continued)