Bang!

A flying yaksha swooped down from the sky and slammed into the mountain of meat behind Yang Ji in a millimeter difference, boom! The mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and dozens of underworld creatures exploded, and they were thrown into the air by this huge force one after another.

Even the surface of this huge mountain of the underworld was knocked out of a small crater.

Yang Ji's whole body collapsed, and even if he heard the movement behind him, he didn't dare to look back. Ten thousand people slashed to the limit, and there was no human form at all, only a white burning sword light rushed left and right, changing uncertainly, and one after another evil ghosts, yakshasas, and rakshasas were constantly thrown above his head to resist this team of flying yaksha who were staring at him.

"Damn, why won't these brutes let go!"

Yang Ji was like a mang on his back, and he was angry in his heart. He constantly changed his body and covered himself with the vast creatures of the underworld, but these flying yakshas, as if they were not affected in the slightest, always found themselves accurately.

Boom! Boom!

The explosion behind him rang out, and the agitated air wave even hit Yang Ji's back. The ear-piercing scream was even more remembered and struck on Yang Ji's heart.

One minute, two minutes...... , Yang Ji tried his best to run away. But the seven or eight flying yaksha chased after him, and several times, Yang Ji even felt those sharp claws set off a strong wind to tear his skin.

However, Yang Ji didn't dare to turn back at all, without the body of the Martial Sect, it was almost an impossible task to deal with the attacks of seven or eight flying night forks at the same time.

The blood and qi in his body were constantly depleted, but Yang Ji's situation had not changed at all.

"Woo ——"

In the midst of the screams, one after another flying yaksha mountains continued to fall from the sky like cannonballs. Wherever Yang Ji runs, they chase after him.

One pillar of incense, two pillars of incense, three pillars of incense......

Yang Ji's forehead was sweating profusely. But the screaming overhead lingered, and it followed.

"What to do, what to do?......"

Yang Ji also secretly felt a sense of anxiety in his heart. The bloodthirsty sword in its hand was simply not capable of inflicting damage on a high-level underworld creature of this level.

The Little Holy Words Technique can have a little effect, but I'm afraid that the little energy left in the pen of benevolence and righteousness will be exhausted, and it won't be able to kill a flying yaksha.

Rather than wasting it in vain, it is better to keep it to replenish the blood. Just in case.

"It's not an option to go on like this, no matter how fast I am, I can't match them in a straight line. But this constant detour will greatly extend the time, and I don't know when I will reach the time vortex at the top of the mountain. ”

Yang Ji was secretly anxious in his heart.

He originally thought that these flying yaksha would give up after chasing them for a while, but he never expected that these things were completely brainless and endless.

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid that a day will pass. These Flying Yaksha will not give up.

This is the mountain of the underworld, and if the Flying Yaksha consumes too much, you can hunt evil ghosts and Yaksha replenishes at any time. But Yang Ji didn't have the certainty to compete with it.

"Buzz!"

When he was anxious, the sky suddenly darkened, and a huge steely beak flickered with cold light, rapidly expanding overhead.

Yang Ji even saw a bloody Rakshasa arm hanging from that huge beak.

"Boom!"

I don't have time to think about it, and at the last moment, it is completely instinctive. Yang Ji's figure flickered. The immortal changed into an afterimage and instantly moved horizontally for several feet, and at the moment of flying out. With one step, he stepped on the shoulder of a Rakshasa flying in the air.

"10,000 people in a row!"

Boom! The Rakshasa flew upside down like a cannonball, but Yang Ji was in a vertical shape, turning into a white scorching horse and rushing upward, flipping around in mid-air, drawing a circle. It landed on the back of the swooping Yaksha. With another flick and a vertical flick, it instantly swept along the back to the shoulders of the Flying Yaksha.

The whole action is as fast as lightning and thunder, and it is done in one go, and there is no time for people to think. By the time Flying Yaksha screamed in panic, Yang Ji had successfully stood on its shoulder.

"Boom!"

There was not the slightest pause. Yang Ji raised his two swords in his hands, flying out like a poisonous dragon, and the target was directly taking the two eyes of the Flying Yaksha, the speed was incredible, and the eyesight of the Flying Yaksha couldn't keep up.

- The Flying Yaksha is so powerful that even the Bloodthirsty Sword can only leave a shallow white mark on it. But the eyes are a weakness that cannot be completely irreparable.

No matter how powerful the Flying Yaksha is, it is impossible to train his eyes like steel. It's the same as the sevenfold martial arts sect of the human race.

"Woo ——"

In the face of Yang Ji's sword, even the powerful Flying Yaksha screamed in panic, his eyelids were tightly closed, and at the same time, his two arms waved, startling a thousand feet of qi, trying to grab Yang Ji from the top of his head.

It was too late, it was too fast, and I only heard a snort, and at the moment when the Flying Yaksha screamed in panic, the milky white sword light flashed, and a white burning flying sword plunged deep into the mouth of the Flying Yaksha.

Boom, it was just a moment, and the Heaven and Earth Haoran Qi contained in the flying sword immediately exploded suddenly, and wisps of light burst out in all directions.

- The body of the Martial Sect is as strong as steel, and the body of the Flying Yaksha is even tougher, denser, and stronger than that of the Martial Sect. Only Haoran Qi on Yang Ji's body could truly destroy the body of this powerful flying bird.

Although the Flying Yaksha is extremely strong in flesh, it is completely unbearable to be slashed by Yang Ji with a flying sword, and then detonated in the skull to the great heaven and earth mighty qi.

"Wow!"

With a terrible scream, the Flying Yaksha opened his eyelids in pain, trembled all over, and his entire head burst out with beams of refractive light, and billowing white smoke erupted from his ears, mouth and nose.

It was too late, it was fast, Yang Ji seemed to have expected that the Flying Yaksha would open his eyelids, his expression was cold, and the two flying swords slashed into the two eyeballs.

As soon as his body flipped over, Yang Ji took advantage of the situation and fell down from the Flying Yaksha, and in mid-air, he landed on several demons, yakshasas, and rakshasas who were leaping and fluttering.

Behind him, the scarred Flying Yaksha fell straight from the sky with a thud. There was no blood flowing from its wounds, but countless black sands wafting out like smoke.

"Woo ——"

There was a mournful roar in the rear, and the remaining six Flying Yakshas, as if they were greatly frightened, scattered and separated. One by one, they vibrated their wings violently, and they flew into the air one after another, crying sadly, sounding like people.

"Finally dispersed, if it was really not the heart of the Yellow River, I had to kill them. in order to deter others. ”

Hundreds of zhang away, Yang Ji turned his head and glanced at him, and found that a flying yaksha was looking at him from a distance, his eyes were full of fear, but none of them dared to come up and chase him.

Yang Ji thought of Song Ziqi, just like at the beginning, these flying yaksha are the stronger they are when they are weak, and the weaker they are when they are strong. As long as they cause some substantial harm, pose a threat. The other Yaksha will quickly cringe.

At the beginning, Song Ziqi killed the two Flying Yaksha with three punches and two feet, and the remaining Flying Yaksha was immediately frightened, and the birds and beasts scattered. Now that he has killed himself, the situation is the same.

Turning his head, Yang Ji didn't care about anything else, and walked towards the space-time passage on the top of the mountain with confidence.

About two hours later, Yang Ji was covered in blood, and finally fought his way out of the long army of the underworld. Arrived at the top of the mountain.

"Boom!"

The heavens and the earth roared, and a milky white pillar of light with a diameter of more than sixty meters was mighty. Straight to the sky. At the top of the pillar of light, thunderclouds are dense and lightning thunders.

And all the thunderclouds are centered on the pillar of light, forming a huge spiral vortex.

The majestic Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi poured down from the top of the pillar of light, and Yang Ji felt the blood qi in his body rise rapidly, which was a feeling that Yang Ji had never felt since entering the underworld.

"What a big space-time vortex!"

The light of the milky white pillar of light made it almost impossible to open one's eyes. Yang Ji was bathed in the wind, looked up at the sky, and looked at the huge whirlpool thundercloud above his head in shock.

Yang Ji knew in his heart that the area of the vortex thundercloud was the scope of the entire space-time channel. More than 60 meters of space-time passage. Yang Ji has never seen it.

In comparison, the space-time passage established by the Skeleton Ghost King was much smaller. Although the Netherworld Array looked very large, the actual passage was just a cross-border Yellow Spring.

And here, more than sixty meters of space-time passage, the grand impact and shock, is simply incredible.

What's more, Yang Ji didn't see any yellow springs here. All the creatures of the underworld are a completely different power, crossing to the other side of the vortex of space-time.

"Unbelievable, this must be another method that is completely different from the Skeleton Ghost King!"

Yang Ji muttered to himself in his heart.

Only when you really stand on the top of this mountain of the underworld can you feel the huge energy of that massive, space-time conflict. Although Yang Ji can't see it, he can feel it.

Compared to the chaotic energy of this time-space conflict, the warrior's energy is simply as small and faint as an ant.

"Phew!"

Yang Ji took a deep breath, and then rushed into the milky white pillar of light. At the last moment of entering the pillar of light, a strange feeling came over me.

Yang Ji turned his head and looked at the past with this feeling. I saw a huge shadow, standing out among the countless evil spirits, yakshasas, and rakshasas.

Like an overseer, it stood at the edge of the milky pillar of light, overseeing the myriad of underworld creatures coming in and out. In its body, Yang Ji felt a tidal surge of energy, even much more powerful than those Flying Yakshas.

At this moment, Yang Ji even thought of Song Ziqi.

On this shadow, Yang Ji felt an aura as powerful as Song Ziqi. At this moment, Yang Ji faintly understood something.

"Buzz!"

When Yang Ji looked over, the huge shadow seemed to see Yang Ji as well, and the strange eyes of his eyes fell on him through the heavy void:

"People...... Class ......"

A voice sounded in the void, not the frantic roar of a creature from the underworld, but the language that belonged to humanity. In this underworld, in this non-human body, Yang Ji heard human language for the first time.

Yang Ji felt a chill in his heart, and suddenly felt a huge palpitation.

Rumble!

didn't have time to think about it, Yang Ji's almost instinctive body rose into the air, and he didn't dare to stay for a moment. At the last moment, Yang Ji looked down and saw only that pair of weird, shuddering eyes looking at him through the white light, but that terrible shadow was at the edge of the pillar of light, and it didn't follow.

In those strange black eyes, Yang Ji saw the light change, and in an instant, countless thoughts seemed to flash through them.

Yang Ji's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he had a feeling of walking through the ghost gate before it was closed.

"What the hell is this? Why do you speak our human language?"

In the midst of lightning and fire, Yang Ji's mind turned a hundred times, and countless thoughts flashed, but he never understood the essentials, and what remained in the end was only a pair of weird eyes that seemed to see through people's hearts. (To be continued......) R1292