Among the crowd that Yang Ji looked at, Pan Chen, Lu Wu, Lin Qingyan, Zhao Hua, Xu Ziyi, and Luo Yunzi, who had left before, were all inside.

Almost all of the elite of the Iron Crown Sect are here.

Yang Ji even saw the annoying Wang Chaoming in the crowd!

"How so?"

Yang Ji was taken aback.

Although he had already known that several elders had gone deep into the Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge before, Yang Ji was still surprised to see that the elites of such a faction were here. Not to mention 100 percent, at least ninety percent of the powerful disciples have gathered here.

"Yang Ji, it's really you. You've come just in time and need your help. ”

Pan Chen gasped slightly.

Behind him, Lin Qingyan and others also came out of the crowd one after another, their faces full of joy. The group all looked a little wolf, and their blood and qi were consumed a lot, and they had obviously experienced a vicious battle.

But it's nice to be here.

"What's going on, why are you all here?"

Yang Ji looked at everyone and was also overjoyed.

"It's a long story. Let's get out of here. ”

Pan Chen glanced around.

The surroundings were foggy, and as far as the eye could see, there were vast creatures from the underworld, surrounding everyone in the center. If that's all it takes, plus those evil martial artists, everyone has been trapped here for a long time.

"Senior brother, another group of evil ghosts are coming. It's a xenomorph ——"

In the thick fog, a disciple of the Iron Crown Sect shouted anxiously.

The fog was too heavy, and even the Iron Crown Sect disciples who had gathered together couldn't see it really.

"Yang Ji, you are here. I'll go over and help first. ”

Pan Chen's face changed, and before he had time to say more, he quickly disappeared into the mist.

There was a fight all around. The sound of shouting is endless. Compared to before, the voice was a little higher, and it seemed that a new wave of offensive had overwhelmed it.

"Zhao Hua, Lu Wu, Lin Qingyan, you guys go and help the other senior brothers!"

An old voice came from the thick fog, and the voice was full of breath. There is a coercion of the elders of the sect. Whoosh! With a flash of light, a majestic figure retreated from the front, his eyes were shining, and his frost hair was fluttering, it was none other than Elder Qiu of the Iron Crown Sect.

His green silk was scattered, and fine sweat oozed from his forehead, as if he had just experienced a vicious battle. I finally managed to get out of front of me.

"Yang Ji, you're just in time! We're going to retreat soon, but we're trapped by these underworld creatures and can't move. You have a boat on you. Find a way to kill those who command the demons!"

Elder Qiu didn't have time to say hello, so he blushed and commanded directly.

"Hmm. ”

Yang Ji nodded heavily, Elder Qiu's thoughts coincided with his. After looking around, he had already seen that those who were in seclusion in the rear and commanded the demon tide to attack in an orderly manner, either attacking or besieging were the key to this battle.

These adopted the method of encircling Wei to save Zhao and letting go of those who were strong. Specially mobilize hundreds of rising demons to deal with those disciples with relatively low strength in the Iron Crown Sect.

Most of the combat power of the Iron Crown Sect's senior brothers, senior sisters, and elders was dragged in these places.

"Buzz!"

It's too late to say more. Yang Ji manipulated the boat and quickly sank into the ground. There were bursts of shouting and killing on the ground, even if Yang Ji hid underground, he couldn't stop it at all.

Yang Ji was no one light, and his powerful spiritual power spread out like a net, exuding to the extreme. Just for a moment, Yang Ji's spiritual network quickly felt an evil cloud.

"There it is!"

Yang Ji's eyes flashed, and the people and boats became one in an instant. It turned into a flash of lightning and shot away in the direction of the senses. Yang Ji's body did not move, the cold light behind him flashed, and a sword qi that was more dazzling than the sun slashed out.

"Ah——h

Where Yang Ji's eyes couldn't see, a black-robed martial artist noticed something abnormal and jumped up with a whoosh. It's just that he dodges quickly. Yang Ji shot faster.

At the moment when he rose into the air, a sharp sword light passed from below, and in the terrible scream, the blood flashed, and the two corpses fell down wrapped in a canopy of blood.

"One!"

Yang Ji's eyes were bright, his figure flashed, and he controlled the earth boat like a nimble swimming fish towards the second evil cloud perceived in the spiritual net.

"Whew!"

A dazzling sword light floated from the ground like a flying shark, slicing towards the second black-robed martial artist. Hearing a roar, the second black-robed martial artist shouted in panic, mobilized all his body's blood and qi to punch out, and at the same time, his body retreated like lightning.

The strength of this black-robed martial artist was obviously stronger than that of the first black-robed martial artist, and this punch hit the void like a thunderclap, and the cold and evil black blood qi was mighty, frantically attacking towards the sword light sent out by Yang Ji.

"Phew!"

With a cracking sound, the mighty black blood qi met Yang Ji's sword light and made a cracking sound, and was split in two by the sword qi. In the center of the blood qi, a raging flame burned in the open place, igniting the mighty evil qi in an instant.

Seeing this scene, the second black-robed martial artist opened his eyes wide, and he was shocked to go out of his body: "Martial ......"

Before he could say the words, the tent was cut open by Yang Ji's fierce sword qi, trembling in the air, and falling into dust.

"The second one!"

Yang Ji spit out the word lightly, and then, like a shark, turned his head, and the third target flew away.

Yang Ji himself has the strength of the sixfold martial arts general-level martial arts, and he is also burdened with the ancient authentic sword training mastery "Sword Codex", as well as the mysterious Mo Ze's natal weapon "The Hand of Death".

This kind of strength can even fight against the sevenfold Martial Sect, not to mention that it is used to kill underground, and it is elusive.

Bang! Bang!

Yang Ji's human boat is one, like a hegemon-level whale shark in the ocean, haunting the underground, and using the entire Ten Thousand Graves Ridge as his hunting ground.

His speed was extremely fast, and with a thudding sound, one after another black-robed warriors fell to the ground on their backs facing the sky.

In a short period of time, Yang Ji killed at least thirty black-robed martial artists hidden in the gray mist and the creatures of the underworld. Every time someone fell, the situation of the Iron Crown Sect was a little better.

Although the creatures of the underworld are numerous, they are not commanded by anyone, and the threat posed is far less powerful.

"It's so strange! We killed a group of these evil warriors in the underground lair outside the Iron Crown Sect a few months ago. Even the right envoy Liang Jian died. I killed another batch during the martial arts examination in Langya County, and I killed another batch in the advance base of Wanfenling yesterday, and now I have killed more than 30 more, and I feel that there are many more. - When did the evil prince have so many masters around him?"

It was pitch black underground, and nothing could be seen. Yang Ji was secretly surprised while killing out of nowhere. The masters of the fourfold and fivefold martial arts are different from the low-level minions, and the latter have more or less.

But the fourth- and fifth-fold masters are different. This is the middle-level backbone of the force. As far as Yang Ji's feeling goes, the masters under the Evil Dao Prince are probably more than the entire Tianyin Sect combined.

But it's impossible!

No matter how powerful the prince of the evil path is, he is just a rising star in the evil way, and he is not a famous sect with some old qualifications, and it is impossible to cultivate so many masters.

In addition, Yang Ji clearly remembered that the group of people under the Evil Dao Prince's hand did not seem to have the ability to control the creatures of the underworld, but what was going on now?

"How does it feel like there are two groups of people?"

Yang Ji looked at it thoughtfully, and frowned deeply.

These thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, but Yang Ji's move was not slow at all. Boom! Rushing up more than ten zhang high, Yang Ji came out of the ground like a giant shark.

"Immortal back sword!"

Bang!

The void shook, and in the vast white light, a white light that was more dazzling than the sun shot out from behind Yang Ji, and the momentum was devastating, and it was incomparable, pointing directly at a black-robed warrior whose face was wrinkled and looked a little old three zhang away.

"Not good!"

The black-robed old man snorted. Stretched out a withered black finger and pointed directly at Yang Ji, the next moment. Countless underworld creatures from all directions rushed forward and flew over, blocking the front of Yang Ji's sword path.

"Roar!"

Among these underworld creatures are several lean, black-haired humanoids that look extremely conspicuous. Their skin is dark and looks like black iron. It gives a feeling of extreme hardness and infinite strength.

Unlike other underworld creatures, these black-clad humanoids look particularly powerful.

"What is this?"

Yang Ji was secretly surprised.

These jet-black humanoid creatures were completely different from the demons and mutated demons he had seen before, whether it was form, strength, or color...... , all of them feel like another creature.

"Boom!"

Although Yang Ji was puzzled in his heart. But the shot is not slow at all. Wherever the bloodthirsty sword passed, all the evil ghosts in front of the flying sword were shattered by the fierce sword qi like pieces of paper, and the stumps and broken arms were sprinkled all over a radius of ten zhang in the white light of the eyes.

Bang!

However, when Yang Ji's sword qi collided with those jet-black humanoid creatures, a strange sound came, and Yang Ji felt that his sword weapon was not swept into flesh and blood, but real black iron!

The momentum of the originally fierce sword qi also slowed down suddenly.

"Hmph, even if it's real black iron, cut it open for me!"

A cold light flashed in Yang Ji's eyes, and the sword qi was vigorous, and with a bang, the vast snow-white sword qi rolled several black humanoid creatures into it, cutting them into several pieces.

"I have a Yaksha ——"

A cry of regret came from the oblique brake, and the black-robed old man who looked quite imposing stood ten zhang away, his face full of pain.

Although the sword aura of Yang Ji's sword qi was powerful, with the attack of the four powerful yakshas, the black-robed old man also successfully dodged Yang Ji's slash.

"Stinky boy, you, you're dead——"

The black-robed old man pointed at Yang Ji, trembling with anger: "Do you know what you offended-"

"Humph!"

Yang Ji's response was a cold snort, and a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes: "Do you think you can live?"

"Whoosh!"

It was too late, it was too fast, and as he was speaking, there was a whoosh, and a little cold light shot from behind the black-robed old man, instantly penetrating his chest.

"You, you ......"

The black-robed old man's pupils widened, his eyes looked at Yang Ji, his body shook like chaff, he struggled twice, and fell to his knees.

"Whew!"

Yang Ji just pointed his hand, the sword qi burst out, and the blood flashed, and the black-robed old man was immediately split in two and fell to the ground.

Bang!

In the chaos, something seemed to fly out of the black-robed old man's body and fell to the ground. (To be continued......)