"Boy, I'm not afraid to sue sù. This is the spirit talisman of the Martial Saint. With the help of the power of the five earths, the five spirit runes have penetrated time and space. Now, don't say it's you, even if the martial saint is in person, I'm afraid it won't be ruined. ”

The Skeleton Ghost King smiled evilly, and it felt that the energy in its body was getting higher and higher, which meant that the Netherworld was drawing more and more power from heaven and earth.

Soon, its energy value will reach a critical point, completely merging with the underworld space-time on the other side. It will be a qualitative change at that time.

And at that time, his strength will also soar to a limit, and he will be infinitely close to the realm of the ninth martial arts martial artist in terms of strength.

Once he reached that realm, no matter what kind of means Yang Ji had, no matter how much energy the magic weapon in his hand had, Yang Ji would not be able to escape from his palm.

It can lightly grind him into powder.

"Martial Saint?"

The speaker has no intention, the listener has a heart, Yang Ji heard the words of the Skeleton Ghost King, and was shocked, and finally understood why he couldn't destroy the five spirit runes:

"This is actually a Martial Spirit Talisman!"

Yang Ji's heart fluctuated, he only knew that this spirit rune contained powerful energy, but he didn't expect it to be the Martial Spirit Rune.

Yang Ji, the "Martial Spirit Rune" of the Iron Crown Sect, had seen it, but the functions of these five Martial Spirit Runes were obviously different. And what made Yang Ji jealous the most was that the energy contained in these five spirit runes was even more powerful than Elder Zhang's spirit rune.

"Each of the five spirit runes represents a martial saint, and the breath of these five spirit runes is different, doesn't that mean refining five different evil path martial saints?!"

Yang Ji felt a chill in his heart, he was still only in the realm of the sixfold martial arts, and the realm of the martial saint was still too far away for him.

Five powerful martial saints of the evil path, that represents a huge, terrifying shadow, and a mysterious force unknown to itself.

Ghost House?

The breath in these five spirit runes is not the same as the breath of the Ghost Mansion martial artist that he felt. Obviously, the ghost mansion that I know is probably only the tip of the iceberg.

The Martial Saint is the Supreme of Ten Thousand Martial Arts, and for all martial artists, it is a god-like existence.

If any of these people appeared here, they could crush the Iron Crown Sect lightly, or they could destroy a city.

Yang Ji didn't understand why they didn't do this, and he didn't understand why they pushed a skeleton ghost king to the forefront?

Yang Ji didn't know why they did this. And what is the purpose? But Yang Ji smelled a strong smell of conspiracy from it.

"I must kill the Skeleton Ghost King no matter what, and they must not know that I did it. ”

Yang Ji's eyes were silent, and countless thoughts flashed in his heart.

No matter what these people are planning, they must not let them know that they are fighting against them and destroying their formation.

I can't let them know that they are going and returning, and they are back to Wanfenling.

In the case of its own decline and lack of strong power, provoking such terrorist forces is bound to be a dead end. I don't even know how I died.

"The Skeleton Ghost King must die, and this circle must be destroyed!"

Many thoughts swirled through Yang Ji's mind. Immediately knew that he had no choice.

The only thing to be thankful for now is that those people in the mysterious ghost mansion have been killed by themselves, and no one will ever know the truth except for the Skeleton Ghost King.

And Elder Zhang, they would never believe that they could fight against the Skeleton Ghost King.

"Skeleton Ghost King!"

The next moment, Yang Ji suddenly raised his head and looked at the skeleton ghost king above his head.

"What?"

The Skeleton Ghost King frowned and said subconsciously. For some reason, Yang Ji's eyes felt a little strange. This made it feel a little uncomfortable.

"Thank you for the reminder. In addition, don't rejoice too soon. Lest you be happy, extremely. Birth, sorrow!"

Yang Ji suddenly cracked his mouth and smiled, and the last four words were almost word for word.

The Skeleton Ghost King's words reminded him of the reason why this evil circle was so strong that it was like a fortress. It's not because of how powerful it is, it's just because of its own realm and lack of strength.

As the Skeleton Ghost King said. The spirit runes refined by the high martial saints are extremely powerful, and they are definitely not something that can be destroyed by themselves or the skeleton ghost king.

However, there is exactly one thing on his body, which can be regarded as reaching the level of a martial saint. And it is precisely this magic circle that can be restrained.

"Buzz!"

Yang Ji's heart moved, and he finally took out the pen of benevolence and righteousness that he got from the boulder. Then it was fiercely inserted into the position of the Martial Spirit Rune embedded in the Netherworld Array.

"Boom!"

A huge wave of white light erupted from the pen of benevolence and righteousness, and the vast and boundless aura of heaven and earth in it tore the entire heaven and earth apart like a thunderbolt.

The scorching light was like a thousand suns that turned the underground world into daylight, and then poured into the first Yin Qi Martial Spirit Rune.

"No!—"

When Yang Ji took out the pen of benevolence and righteousness, the Skeleton Ghost King's face had changed. When Yang Ji aimed the pen of benevolence and righteousness at a martial saint spirit talisman and inserted it, the face of the skeleton ghost king was even more pale, and he let out an earth-shattering howl.

Airplanes!

The earth cracked, and Yang Ji and the Skeleton Ghost King heard a huge cracking sound in their ears at the same time, as if the huge land was falling apart, and the huge sound made people's hearts palpitate.

Right under the nose of the Skeleton Ghost King, the first Martial Spirit Rune embedded in the Great Netherworld Array that rotated like a gear shattered. The southwestern position of the circle was like a mirror that had fallen to the ground, covered with countless shards, but it was broken but not broken.

At the same time, Yang Ji's pen of benevolence and righteousness also dimmed a lot, and the breath on it directly fell by a quarter, making Yang Ji's eyes dim.

"It's a pity!"

Yang Ji's heart was empty, as if he had lost a quarter of his treasure.

The energy in the pen of benevolence and righteousness is left over from ancient times, and it is extremely inappropriate to retain so much. This is the biggest and probably the last such fortune I have ever received.

At this time when the literary spirit is weak, it is almost impossible to become holy by reading on your own, and to condense such a heroic spirit.

Yang Ji originally hoped to be able to draw it slowly and keep it for future use. It's just that right now, I can't care about it so much. Disaster is coming, and it is impossible for oneself to selfishly withhold these energies.

This is not the will of the pen of righteousness. It was not done by Confucian disciples.

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering loud noise came from overhead, and Yang Ji raised his head and saw the dark clouds in the sky, as well as the surging and majestic torrent of evil power.

"Stop!-"

It was only at this time that the roar of the Skeleton Ghost King was heard in his ears.

"It's a pity!"

Yang Ji sighed again, and then raised the pen of benevolence and righteousness in his hand. A bunch of blazing. A hundred times more dazzling than the sun, the light soared into the sky.

With the cultivation of the skeleton ghost king, he couldn't help but close his eyes.

"Ahh

The next moment, the Skeleton Ghost King was hit by this beam of light, and the dark clouds in the sky vanished, and the rising white smoke filled the void. The Skeleton King screamed, burned all over, and shot back faster than he had come.

When Yang Ji saw this scene, he didn't have much joy in his heart.

This is not a mastery of the pen of benevolence and righteousness, let alone a trick. It's a pure release of energy. This method is the most wasteful of energy, and it comes at the cost of destroying a Confucian treasure.

But face the powerful Skeleton Ghost King. Yang Ji didn't have a good way.

Bang!

When the Skeleton Ghost King shot back, there was another loud sound from the depths of the earth, falling apart. Yang Ji inserted the pen of benevolence and righteousness into the second martial spirit talisman.

The Martial Spirit Rune exploded into pieces, and the energy in the pen of benevolence and righteousness instantly evaporated a quarter again. Now less than half of them are left.

"It's a pity, it's half less. ”

Looking at the pen of benevolence and righteousness with only half of the energy left, Yang Ji's eyes dimmed for a while.

"There is no turning back from the bow, and now I can only fight quickly!"

Yang Ji's body shook, taking advantage of the time when the Skeleton Ghost King was burned by the mighty qi of heaven and earth. Yang Ji reappeared at the third attack martial arts holy spirit rune.

The surface of the Nether Circle was covered with cracks as fine as spider webs, and the shaking was getting worse and stronger. After losing two half-key Martial Spirit Runes, this ancient evil path array was taking advantage of its collapse.

"There are only three left......"

Yang Ji clenched his hands and slammed the pen of benevolence and righteousness into the third Martial Spirit Rune. Boom, a thunderous sound came from the pen of benevolence and righteousness, and the mighty qi of the rolling heaven and earth poured into it like a tide, pouring into the powerful martial spirit rune.

The most righteous and the most evil. Two conflicting and opposing forces are quickly neutralized. With a soft bang, the third Martial Spirit Rune disappeared into thin air in the green smoke.

This powerful evil path magic circle was composed of a total of five key martial spirit runes, and when Yang Ji destroyed three of them, it was difficult for the entire magic circle to remain stable.

"Boom!"

Within a radius of 100 miles. The earth's crust shook, landslides and tsunamis, and a thick yin qi erupted from the center of the formation like a volcanic eruption, and the southwest and southeast positions of the formation turned into powder with a bang.

"Roar!-"

Dozens of demons, yakshasas, and rakshasas roared as soon as they pierced through the center of the formation when they crashed into this shockwave, and they were blown into ashes with a howl.

"It worked!"

Yang Ji was overjoyed. He stood on the edge of the circle, and his body erupted with a shockwave of dazzling white light that resisted the explosion of the formation.

The Confucian energy in the pen of benevolence and righteousness is rapidly depleting, but this qiē is not without gain. The energy of this ancient evil path circle is weakening at a geometric rate.

- This array is collapsing!

"No! I'm going to kill you—"

A panicked, inhuman cry came from overhead, dark clouds rolled, and a huge black claw covered the sky and the sun, grabbing towards the top of Yang Ji's head with a thunderous speed.

Behind the claws, the Skeleton Ghost King's dark green eyes had turned blood-red, filled with crazy killing intent. But more often than not, it is a deep fear.

It never thought that Yang Ji really had this kind of ability, and he could destroy a solid ancient array that even a martial saint didn't necessarily have the ability to destroy him.

This great array had already merged with the surrounding land within a hundred miles, and even it could not be destroyed by itself, but it was destroyed in the hands of an unknown sect disciple.

"It can't be!"

The Skeleton Ghost King's heart trembled with fear, anger, and even his body.

The aura on its body was declining dramatically, and it could never be seen at the critical moment when the Nether Circle was on the verge of a critical point.

However, what worries it the most is how it will face the anger of those powerful beings after this matter fails.

"Yang Ji, you must die!"

All the worries and fears finally turned into deep hatred and anger towards Yang Ji, and the Skeleton Ghost King mobilized the strength of his whole body, turning into hundreds of black evil torrents and pressing down on Yang Ji.

Dark clouds were rolling in the sky, and in the face of the desperate blow of the Skeleton Ghost King, Yang Ji didn't have much to worry about. The yin qi around it was rapidly fading, and although the angry blow of the Skeleton Ghost King looked majestic, without the power of the Netherworld Array, its strength fell by a bit, and it was far less powerful than before. (To be continued......)