Yang Ji was like a stone, tumbling in mid-air. Every moment, thousands of forces tore at Yang Ji, trying to throw him into the air or throw him higher into the air.

When the gang is over, he falls from a high altitude, and the result must be shattered. -- Just like the danger that the Black Wind Thief Six Zhai Lords faced in the sky above Pingchuan City.

Escaping with the power of the Gang is far more dangerous than imagined. The blood qi in Yang Ji's body was rapidly decreasing. I don't know how long this wave of Gangsha will last, Yang Ji is not sure if the black-clothed raider will chase after him, and he doesn't know how far he will chase, the best way now is to use the blowing of Gangsha as much as possible to float away from this place.

"Senior Sister Wang, can you still hold on?"

Yang Ji said loudly. The sound was quickly disrupted by the wind, and he grabbed Wang Zhixun's arm, who was struggling to adjust to the turbulence in mid-air.

Her body was violently jolting, floating and floating, as if she was going to fall down at any moment. Her analysis and computing skills are far inferior to Yang Ji's, and her computational analysis and adaptation to the turbulence are far less powerful than Yang Ji's.

So much so that Yang Ji had to constantly adjust the posture, center of gravity and direction of his body to balance the impact of Wang Zhixun's body bumps.

This made Yang Ji's consumption of spiritual power increase significantly, and even with Yang Ji's ability, his face gradually turned pale, and he looked very struggling.

"I can hold on. Yang Ji, if you can't hold on, let go of your hand!"

Wang Zhixin said loudly. She looked sideways at Yang Ji, with deep worry in her eyes. She doesn't have the ability of Yang Ji to be as powerful, and she can constantly adjust her posture and center of gravity to adapt to the ever-changing turbulence.

But that didn't stop her from sensing how dangerous it was.

The higher you go, the greater the airflow and the more turbulence. The more impact, corrosion, and destruction you have. The impact on the two of them was far worse than the ground.

Every moment is equivalent to facing the attack of more than a dozen or even more warriors. With the blood and qi of the two of them, they definitely couldn't hold on for too long.

"Don't worry,...... The higher you go, the faster the wind speed. We're now much faster than running on the ground. ...... As long as we hold on for a few more moments, we will reach the edge of Gangsha, and then we will be able to escape along the lì. ”

The wind poured into his mouth, and Yang Ji spoke intermittently. But it's still accurate to say it clearly. A huge force was pulling Wang Zhixin to the other side, and Yang Ji had to use force to pull Wang Zhixin closer to him.

It was pitch black in all directions, and there was no sky or earth to be seen. The two of them are like dead leaves in the autumn wind, fluttering in the chaos and drifting with the current.

Yang Ji listened attentively for a while, only the sound of the whirring wind. The black-clad Raiders are long gone. The giant beast of the underworld, Aguro, seemed to have been left far behind.

Yang Ji turned his head downward, but it was like facing an abyss. Nothing but darkness can be seen. After being thrown down several times in a row by the turbulent current, Yang Ji could not estimate the exact height from the ground.

Yang Ji felt a deep exhaustion, not in blood or physically. It's tired. This adventure was far from as easy as it seemed.

Yang Ji had to keep track of every turbulent current, calculating their direction, force, impulse, and possible changes after impacting his body.

The negative drain on mental strength is even more powerful than a big war.

Ups and downs, ups and downs along the way. Yang Ji added the Little Sacred Words Technique twice in succession, and the light of the pen of benevolence and righteousness became even more dim.

I don't know how long it took. Maybe a quarter of an hour, maybe it's a longer time. Yang Ji pulled Wang Zhixun. Suddenly, the body shook, and it was obvious that the body sank down and fell a lot.

"We're on the verge of a terrible thing. ”

Yang Ji's heart moved, and he immediately came to his senses. The wind beneath the body was weakening, and so was the power of the support provided, and it was clear that the two had drifted a long distance. Reach the edge of the area where the power of the Gang is slightly weaker.

"I don't know where this is. ”

A curious thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind. Wang Zhixin once mentioned that there are several dangerous areas in the vicinity, and these places cannot be approached at will.

Yang Ji is not familiar with the underworld and doesn't know where this is. But I can't care about that much anymore.

"Yang Ji, are we leaving soon?"

Wang Zhixin's tired voice came from her ears. With a hint of hope. She has now completely let go of her body control and let Yang Ji adjust.

It's just that in the absence of the wind lantern of the underworld, fluttering in the tyrannical underworld, carrying heavy loads and floating, this is definitely not a comfortable thing.

"It's crazy......"

A thought flashed through Wang Zhixun's mind. In retrospect, this adventure was incredible, and in the past, she would never have imagined that she would do such a crazy thing. However, Wang Zhixun showed a smile on her lips.

"In a little while, we should be fine. ”

Yang Ji said loudly. He secretly calculated in his heart that at least hundreds of miles had passed since he jumped into the Gangsha layer until now. Even if the black-clothed Raider takes the Underworld Behemoth, I'm afraid he won't be able to catch up.

- The wind speed is extremely fast, but the warrior is difficult to move in it, and his speed is greatly affected. This is also calculated before Yang Ji's action.

"Ten, Nine, Eight......"

Yang Ji kept calculating the time to jump off the Gangsha layer. Suddenly, Wang Zhixun's suspicious voice came from his ears:

"Yang Ji, did you hear anything?"

"Huh?"

Yang Ji was stunned, listened carefully, and couldn't hear anything except the whirring wind. It was also dark in front of him, and he couldn't see anything until he stepped on the ground and left the edge of the range.

"No, I don't. I didn't hear anything. ”

Yang Ji shook his head and denied it. He really didn't hear anything.

"Oh, I guess I misheard. ”

Wang Zhixin hesitated and muttered to herself. Unlike Yang Ji, she doesn't need to control her body, nor does she need to constantly calculate turbulence and wind, so her heart is relatively calm.

Just then, she felt as if she had heard something, a familiar feeling. But listening closely, there is nothing. For a while, Wang Zhixin was not sure.

"Whew!—"

Just when Wang Zhixin was relaxing, suddenly another high-pitched voice came. This time Yang Ji also heard it, and the whole person was taken aback, and his cold hair was about to stand up:

"Flying Yaksha!"

The surrounding turbulence was whistling, and all the sounds were greatly affected. The reason why Yang Ji could hear the voice of the Flying Yaksha was not because he had heard it when he was hiding in this barren land. It's because, the voice is coming at them through the wind.

"What's going on? Are we running back into the middle of nowhere?"

Yang Ji was taken aback, and his whole body collapsed tightly. But before he had time to think about it, Yang Ji had already heard the sound of violent wings vibrating, and this beast seemed to be able to shuttle against the gang.

"Senior Sister Wang, prepare!-"

Yang Ji said loudly. You can still think of a way on the ground, but in mid-air, you are no match for these beasts.

"Three. Two, one ......"

Yang Ji nervously reported the number in his mouth, and at the same time kept calculating the turbulence under him. At the moment when the count reached one, there was a boom, and the turbulent current splashed everywhere, and a pair of huge claws, like iron hooks, cut through the darkness. Suddenly grabbed at the two of them.

Yang Ji had never seen such feet, just like a human. But it has eagle-like claws, and its body is covered with thin scales, giving people a feeling of devastating and infinite strength.

A feeling of extreme danger suddenly rose in Yang Ji's heart.

"Damn it!"

Yang Ji scolded, and the long sword behind his back flicked, and there was a roar. Turning into a dazzling white burning sword qi, he slashed it fiercely:

"Senior sister, jump!"

The moment the sword qi slashed into the giant claw, Yang Ji heard a violent sound of gold and iron in his ears, as if it was not flesh and blood. It was Jin Tie, and Yang Ji felt a strong backlash.

"How can it be so hard?"

Yang Ji felt a huge shock, this was the first time he had fought with the Flying Yaksha of the Underworld, and the hard feeling was unbelievable.

Yang Ji's flying sword level is extremely high, and even the black skin rakshasa can be cut with one sword. But the Flying Yaksha is at least twenty times harder than the Black Yaksha. Even more powerful than the behemoth of the underworld, Aguro.

Although its skin and muscles were not that thick, they were dense and tenacious, far surpassing Aguluo, let alone Wu Zong!

Yang Ji finally understood why Wang Zhixin was so jealous of the Flying Yaksha.

"Bang!"

Yang Ji's body turned over, and he was flawless to inspect the results of the battle, and stepped on it, taking advantage of the downward wind under him, and went to the ground.

"Bang!"

A solid feeling came from under his feet, and at the moment he landed, the wind howled in his ears, and another pair of huge claws broke through the gang, and the wind galloped towards Yang Ji.

"How could it be ?...... two!"

Yang Ji exclaimed, and his whole face changed. Before he had time to think about it, between the lightning and the fire, a majestic white burning sword qi burst out of Yang Ji's hand, boom! The flames splashed everywhere, and Yang Ji was shocked back by a strong force.

"Immortal Shadow!"

Yang Ji's figure twisted, turned into an afterimage, appeared more than ten zhang away out of thin air, and flashed this blow.

"Whew!—"

"Whew!—"

Waves of screams came and went, approaching rapidly, and the vibration of the wings was as loud as a giant cowhide drum, and even the gangsha was shaken away.

"Boom!"

In just a split second, the airflow exploded, and the stone shattered. Just above the heads of Yang Ji and Wang Zhixun, several huge black shadows shattered the void and pounced.

One, two, three...... Five heads!

The full-headed five-headed Flying Yaksha stretched its wings, like a hungry tiger pounced on food, and pounced towards Yang Ji and Wang Zhixing. Those sharp eyes, as sharp as the stars, flashed with bursts of cold.

"Ahh

Wang Zhixin exclaimed, and the two of them turned pale.

The Flying Yaksha is powerful and feeds on evil spirits, Yakshas, and Rakshasas. Just one Flying Yaksha is hard to deal with, let alone five.

With the strength of just two people, there is no luck!

"It's over!"

Yang Ji looked up, and a thought flashed through his mind. The five Flying Yakshas, who are highly experienced, form a hunting formation, enclosing the two in the middle.

Even if Yang Ji wanted to escape now, it would not be so easy to escape.

"Fight!"

Yang Ji's hand pressed on the sword, and the blood furnace in his body collapsed to the extreme. Countless coping strategies flashed through his mind one by one, but they were all vetoed by Yang Ji.

Five-headed flying yakshas, each possessing the ability to resist high-level flying swords. Yang Ji really dealt with them very lacklusterly.

Six zhang, five zhang, four zhang......

Time seemed to have slowed down countless times, and the five-headed flying yaksha was getting closer and closer, and Yang Ji could even smell the fishy smell on their bodies.

Yang Ji and Wang Zhixun were back to back, ready to deliver the strongest blow. (To be continued......) R1292