Rumble!

In the splendid hall, Yang Ji's feet were spread apart, his hands were in the sky, and his blood was flashing, like a god, running the "Five Ghosts Carrying Dafa" with all his might.

I only heard a bang, and in an instant, the shadows in the void floated, and the ghosts cried, as if there were countless phantoms revolving around Yang Ji. Countless free spirits rolled in from all directions, and in the blink of an eye, the entire room was filled with clouds and mist, like a sea of clouds.

After returning from Zhao Hua, Yang Ji basically threw himself into intense cultivation. Although martial arts and combat skills are important, for "warriors", strength still has an irreplaceable role.

"One force will drop ten meetings", the gap between the realm and the amount of strength is large to a certain extent, even the skill has no effect at all. At the beginning, Yang Ji tried his best and failed to defeat Zhao Hua, which is enough to explain the problem.

"Buzz!"

The blood waves roared in the room, and five huge phantoms faintly appeared around Yang Ji's body, dancing with his hands and feet, like a wheel, pushing the blood in Yang Ji's body with all his might.

A roar came from Yang Ji's body, and the faster the blood in Yang Ji's body flowed, the stronger the essence surging from the surrounding heaven and earth.

The martial arts of Baitou Mountain are by no means general, and the essence that Yang Ji absorbs at every moment is very amazing, for a "martial artist" of the same level, it is more than five times that of them!

- The five ghosts are of the same heart, and even the mountains can be moved, let alone the flesh!

The masculine bloody aura emanating from the void became stronger and stronger, and I don't know how long it took for Yang Ji to finally come back to his senses from his cultivation, his eyes opened, and a dazzling essence flashed in his eyes.

"Buzz!"

As soon as his mind moved, four "black shadows" of different heights and sizes immediately appeared around Yang Ji. "Charm and Spirit", after swallowing the five "Powerful Pills" given by Zhao Slip. Yang Ji finally got together the fourth incarnation "魉"!

The "vigorous" of "魑", the "bewitchment" of charm, the "chaos" of "魍", and the "visual interference" of "魉", after Yang Ji gathered the four incarnations, he was like a portable "small army".

"Boom!"

The four "Five Ghost Incarnations" remained motionless. However, there were strong aura fluctuations on his body, the surrounding airflow vibrating, and a powerful suction force emanated from the four "Five Ghost Incarnations".

In the void, a condensed essence appeared, wisps as thick as a child's arm, like smoke and mist, converging towards the four avatars.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and a cautious look appeared on Yang Ji's face. Just when he was still about five inches away from the four avatars, there was a "pop", and the gathered essence around him suddenly dispersed. Dissipate into the void.

"Alas!"

Yang Ji sighed and opened his eyes: "It's a pity." The idea of turning the five ghost avatars into clones still failed. ”

This time, I tried and failed again!

Although the "Five Ghosts" have incredible abilities, their strength is at most equivalent to the pinnacle of martial arts, but it is only about the same as the elite of the armor in the imperial court.

However, Yang Ji wants more than just five free thugs.

"It's not enough to simply use the spiritual consciousness in the five ghost incarnations to absorb the essence, we have to think of other methods. ”

Yang Ji said secretly in his heart, while thinking, he summed up the lessons.

"Turn the five ghosts into clones. Cultivate and level up like a 'warrior'", this idea has been experimented with several times. But all failed, and the results were far from as smooth as expected.

"Knock knock!"

I don't know how long it was, but there was a knock on the door outside.

"Come in. ”

Yang Ji woke up suddenly and came back to his senses. The door opened, and Zhang Xiong and Li Xiaoguan, dressed in green clothes, walked in.

"Senior Brother Yang, are you looking for us?"

The two of them bent down and bowed respectfully.

"Huh. You're coming. ”

Yang Ji smiled, pointed to a large brown wine vat on the table and said to the two:

"This is a jar of French wine that I got by chance, you can take it and share it with everyone. ”

"Ahh

The two exclaimed in surprise and were moved: "French wine?"

"Senior Brother Yang, are these really for us?"

Zhang Xiong looked at the wine vat on the table. Surprised.

He had been in the pie for a long time, and although he had never drunk French wine, he had heard it. This kind of thing is specially given by the faction to the "senior brothers" and "senior sisters".

It's too late for everyone to use this kind of thing themselves, so Yang Ji actually wants to give it to them. There has always been only a registered disciple who "honors" the disciples who pass on the merits, and there has never been such a precious thing given to them like Yang Ji.

"Don't be so surprised. The wine that Piri gave him was only a small jar, and the amount was far from enough. So these are all mixed with wine. And it's only half the size. ”

Yang Ji smiled indifferently.

"Even that would be nice!"

"Thank you, brother. ”

The two of them looked solemn and respectfully saluted Yang Ji. No matter how much Dharma wine is used, just with the open-mindedness that other "disciples of the sect" in the sect do not have, Yang Ji is worthy of their sincere companionship.

"Ha, don't be verbose. Take it. ”

Yang Ji smiled, waved his hand and said disapprerovitically.

Zhang Xiong and these people have been in the sect for a long time, but their martial arts are still weaker, and they still lack an opportunity to enter a higher realm.

Only when their strength is strong, will they be more effective against Yang Ji, and their status and power in the faction will be even stronger.

This is also the reason why Yang Ji gave them half of the French wine.

The effect of a vat of French wine on Yang Ji is not so strong, and it is even more so for Zhao Hua, the stronger the skill, the weaker the effect. But for "Li Xiaoguan", "Zhang Xiong" and others who are still only martial arts, this is a very precious good thing.

"Thank you, brother. ”

Zhang Xiong and Li Xiaoguan quickly walked out of the wine tank with the wine vat.

In the past, for everyone, Yang Ji was just a more suitable and talented "disciple of the Gong Inheritance" who could benefit from Xie Lou.

However, this time, Yang Ji's image in the eyes of everyone is completely new. For the first time, Yang Ji gained their respect from the bottom of their hearts!

Waiting for Zhang Xiong and Li Xiaoguan to leave, Yang Ji walked to the table and pulled out a thin scroll from under the thick scriptures. The hands are spread out, and half of the landscape is displayed on them. It was the half of the scripture painting that Yang Ji found in the town.

It has been several months since Yang Ji got this scroll of scripture paintings, but he has never had time to inspect it. It wasn't until this time that Yang Ji had the heart to think about it carefully when he was free.

The content on the scripture painting is ordinary, and it is very different from other boxing and swordsmanship martial arts. Even Yang Ji found it difficult to judge that it was a martial art scripture painting.

However, this is indeed a scripture painting, and the carrier of this scripture painting is exactly the same as the "Five Ghosts Carrying Sutra Painting" that Yang Ji got from Bai Yuanyuan, as well as the "Immortal Sword" scripture painting. All of them are a kind of colorful special materials.

"These scriptures are invulnerable, and it is difficult to destroy them by ordinary means, and it is impossible for anyone to be willing to destroy them in ordinary times. I don't know what happened to Lu Dao, only half of these scriptures and paintings are left. ”

Yang Ji said secretly in his heart.

A violent beating came from the center of the eyebrows, this painting Yang Ji has been facing for a long time, but he still hasn't been able to study it, what is it that causes such a strong sense of the "small stone outside the sky" in the center of the eyebrows.

In addition to being able to swallow spiritual power, this scripture painting looks ordinary, without any abnormalities!

"Buzz!"

Yang Ji stretched out a finger. Press on the scripture painting, and the next moment, a powerful spiritual force river will pour into the scripture painting along the fingers.

As soon as the majestic spiritual power touched the scripture painting, it was as if it had entered another world, and it disappeared in an instant, and it did not arouse a little echo.

Yang Ji couldn't even determine whether the spiritual power he had consumed was overflowing or swallowed by the scripture painting. Despite this, Yang Ji did not stop.

This was the only way he knew of to be able to test this half of the painting.

Time passes slowly. The scriptures and paintings in front of Yang Ji's eyes remained unchanged and there was nothing unusual. Seeing that the spiritual power in his mind was about to be exhausted. Yang Ji couldn't help frowning.

"What the hell is going on? Could it be that I did it in a wrong way? Or is the beating of the eyebrows just an accident?"

Yang Ji was puzzled.

In the past few days, every time he consumed spiritual power, he was able to summon a new "Five Ghost Incarnation", but these consumed spiritual power were like mud cows entering the sea, and did not cause any response.

Seeing that the last trace of spiritual power was about to be exhausted, Yang Ji sighed in his heart, and was finally ready to let go.

"It's still useless. I can only try again next time. ”

Yang Ji twitched his fingers. I was ready to stop this temptation.

"Buzz!"

At the moment when Yang Ji's fingers were about to be withdrawn, a mutation protruded, and there was a buzzing sound, like a drop of ink falling into the water, rippling out bursts of ripples. After a heavy rendering, the content of the painting finally changed.

“！！！”

In Yang Ji's shocked gaze, a corner of the mountain peak suddenly appeared in the upper part of the painting, and it was still changing downward.

"What is this?"

Yang Ji was taken aback. He had been infusing spiritual power into the paintings for five or six days, but this was the first time that such a change had occurred.

"Buzz!"

didn't have time to think about it, Yang Ji's fingers that were about to be withdrawn suddenly pressed back the scripture painting, and a trace of spiritual power was also injected into it.

Boom, the next moment, the eyebrows shook, and a wave of new spiritual power poured into the body, refilling Yang Ji's spiritual power. Without any hesitation, Yang Ji once again poured all his spiritual power into the scriptures.

In the dark, it was like an invisible hand lifting the veil of the scripture painting, and under Yang Ji's nose, the content of the scripture painting was constantly rendered.

In the blink of an eye, a huge peak that rose steeply and straight into the sky appeared in front of Yang Ji's eyes. The lower half of the mountain is gone, and only the highest half remains.

When the content of the scripture painting was extended to the limit, Yang Ji finally saw a quaint cave in the bottom corner of the scripture painting.

Four small seal characters above the cave loomed.

"Boom!"

Just when Yang Ji tried to watch carefully, a strange change protruded, and a huge suction force came out of the scripture painting, Yang Ji's eyes changed, endless blood light rushed to his face, and the next moment Yang Ji's mind was sucked into the scripture painting.

The vast sea of blood is endless, and a huge cave is simple and distant, as far as it is near, it appears in the field of vision. (To be continued......)