"The suppression of the rules of the underworld is too powerful, if it were the Han Dynasty, such an evil ghost would have been burned to ashes long ago. ”

Yang Ji kicked the corpse of the demon and turned it over, revealing the bone knife with the arms bulging. Yang Ji touched it and tested it, and an unusually sharp feeling came from his feet.

Yang Ji even felt that just like that, the outermost layer of skin on his ankle was partially cut.

"This pair of bone knives is almost catching up with a pair of good blood qi swords!"

Yang Ji was secretly frightened. In the underworld, the strength of the demons is not strong, far inferior to other yaksha and rakshasas, and the defense is not high, so it is easy to ignore.

But in fact, the biggest threat to people is not the powerful Yaksha and Rakshasas, but these mutated ordinary evil ghosts.

Unless he had cultivated the body of the Martial Sect and was already invulnerable, it would never be possible to ignore the attacks of these bone knives.

The number of evil spirits is huge, so the number of mutations is far greater than that of other yaksha and rakshasas. Along the way, Yang Ji has seen a lot of various mutated evil ghosts.

"Phew!"

Yang Ji took a deep breath, stepped over the corpse of this evil ghost, and was about to move forward. Suddenly, his gaze swept into the distance, and he immediately moved.

"Huh?"

Just more than thirty zhang away from him, separated by black rocks of different shapes, more than a dozen evil ghosts, yakshasas, and rakshasas gathered in a pile, guarding a high raised, pine tower-shaped strange rock.

The demons, the yakshasas, and the rakshasas looked awake and screamed at him, but they didn't come forward, as if they didn't want to leave the black charcoal stone in the middle.

This is in stark contrast to the other evil ghosts that Yang Ji encountered along the way.

"It's ...... Obsidian?!"

A moment ago, Yang Ji was still skeptical. But the next moment, Yang Ji was full of excitement, and suddenly he understood. The situation in front of her is exactly the same as the situation that Wang Zhixun described at the beginning.

However, what really made Yang Ji determine the identity of this pine tower black stone was the strong aura of death that was surging inside, like a flame burning.

"So this is Obsidian!"

Yang Ji's whole body cells stretch. My heart was full of joy. After traveling through the underworld for so long, I finally saw the kind of obsidian that the gatekeeper said.

Yang Ji walked a few steps and looked carefully. I saw that the surface of the Songta strange stone in this eye was refracted with a faint cold light, and if I looked closely, it turned out that the whole obsidian was actually composed of countless smooth facets of various sizes.

The cold light that flickered in the void was refracted by these smooth edges.

"Whew——"

The demons, yakshasas, and rakshasas seemed to sense the threat, and roared at Yang Ji, assuming a posture ready to attack at any time.

"I saw it. In any case, it is not to be missed. ”

Yang Ji smiled slightly, and the nine Yellow Dragon Swords flew out from behind them like life, hovering around Yang Ji one by one, and the tip of the sword was towards an underworld creature thirty zhang away.

"Roaring ——"

More than a dozen evil ghosts, yakshasas, and rakshasas roared out, and almost at the same time, the nine yellow dragon swords jumped out of the void like a swarm of sharks, and all disappeared after a few zhang, and only the sneering and sharp roar were heard in the void, and the sword shape was not visible. I saw the shadow of the sword, or spinning or slashing. Pick or chip.

"Close!"

Yang Ji pointed his hand, and the nine Yellow Dragon Swords went and returned, falling back on his back.

It was dark and silent. Opposite Yang Ji, more than a dozen evil ghosts, yakshasas, and rakshasas had different postures, motionless. It was as if it had frozen in the void.

"Bang!"

A red thread appeared under the neck of the demon at the front, and with a blink of an eye, the big head tilted diagonally and rolled off its shoulders, and then the body that threw itself shook a little. Fall to the ground.

Bang bang bang!

One, two, three...... As if an appointment had been made, one after another demons, yakshasas, and rakshasas fell to the ground one after another.

"Howling ——"

Dozens of feet away, a demon opened its eyes wide, as if it was greatly frightened, howled, and suddenly ran for its life.

As if infected by the plague, all the surrounding underworld creatures began to rush.

It's just that in the blink of an eye, within a radius of dozens of zhang, all the creatures in the underworld escaped cleanly, and there were no other lives except Yang Ji.

"It's good, and it saves me a lot of effort. ”

Yang Ji smiled, ignoring the underworld creatures who were watching him vigilantly from afar, and walked by, Yang Ji stopped in front of the pine tower-shaped obsidian.

Wisps of black qi that were indistinguishable to the naked eye emanated from the tip of the obsidian, and before they could float up, they dissipated into the void.

Yang Ji was condescending, looking down from above, he could clearly feel that the ground around the obsidian was darker, and if he carefully distinguished, he could even see a clear dividing line.

"It's worth digging up some obsidian before you leave the underworld. ”

Yang Ji smiled slightly, stretched out his five fingers, and grabbed the top of the obsidian, ready to break this piece of obsidian and take it away directly.

However, at the moment of contact with the obsidian, Yang Ji's fingers trembled as if he had been electrocuted, and a feeling of severe pain came from his fingertips.

Yang Ji flicked his fingers and let go like lightning.

"It's ...... How can there be such a strong dead air?!"

Yang Ji's eyes couldn't hide his surprise. The moment he came into contact with the obsidian, Yang Ji clearly felt a fierce death aura rushing towards his body like a sharp arrow.

Turning over the palm of his hand, Yang Ji suddenly found that the surface of the finger that first touched the obsidian suddenly had a little more needle-like black spots, as if it had been burned.

Looking at the pine tower-shaped obsidian in front of him, Yang Ji was surprised.

Obsidian is just a kind of ore, and Wang Zhixun had reminded him before that there was a strong aura of death in it, and it was something that could not be used by martial artists.

It's just that Yang Ji didn't expect that the death qi inside was so pure that it could burn people!

"It's incredible......"

At this moment, countless thoughts passed through Yang Ji's mind. He suddenly understood a little why Wang Zhixun said that there was no way to attract this kind of energy martial artist, and even the evil path martial artist had no way to use it.

Yang Ji suddenly remembered the gatekeeper again, obsidian had such a strong and pure death aura, which was completely incompatible with the blood qi of a martial artist.

What did the gatekeeper want him to do when he wanted to collect these useless obsidians?

Yang Ji's mind was full of ups and downs. Finally came back to his senses.

"Forget it, when I arrived in the underworld, I happened to see these obsidians, and there was no reason to enter the treasure mountain and return empty, so I pretended not to see it at all. As for the gatekeepers...... , and when I see him when I go back, I will understand. ”

Yang Ji remembered this underworld calamity. Those devastated demons, yakshasas, and rakshasas may have already flocked to the top of the Iron Crown Sect.

The fate of the gatekeeper is not yet known.

But Yang Ji believes. Either way, the gatekeepers will survive.

"Whew!"

A little cold light swept obliquely through the darkness, and the obsidian, several feet high, was suddenly cut in two. Unexpectedly, the pine tower-like part of the upper end of the obsidian suddenly brittled after being sliced, and the surface collapsed into countless fragments, and finally only a piece of ore the size of a core fist remained.

"It's ...... Is this what obsidian really looks like, just a crust of rock wrapped around the outside?"

Yang Ji gently pulled out the obsidian core on the ground with the bloodthirsty sword in his hand, and his heart was full of surprise. It seems that obsidian is divided into two parts, the inner and the outside.

Outside, it has been affected by the breath of death for a long time. The blackening of the outer crust of the rock, the inner is the real obsidian.

"No wonder it's called obsidian, but judging by its shape and size, it really lives up to its name. ”

Yang Ji stared at the obsidian on the ground and said secretly in his heart.

It dawned on him that this was probably what the gatekeeper wanted.

"Whew!"

Yang Ji's heart moved, and he suddenly raised his sword and cut off a piece from the hem of his robe. Sticky to the ground. The obsidian death breath is too strong for the skin to touch directly.

Yang Ji prepared to wrap it with a cloth piece. Then bring it back to the Han Dynasty.

"Phew!"

Unexpectedly, Yang Ji pulled out his sword, and the oval-shaped obsidian had just rolled onto the cloth, and there was an immediate sizzling sound underneath.

As soon as the cut cyan cloth came into contact with the obsidian, it immediately turned black and charred, and then turned into powder.

"How so?"

See this scene. Yang Ji let out a low sigh, and the whole person was stunned. It looks like the aura of death in the obsidian is too strong to be touched.

Even the method that Yang Ji came up with to isolate and wrap with cloth is not good.

The breath of death is the darkest of the cloudy qi, incompatible with the vitality of all things, and it is the power that can guide the exhaustion and death of all things.

Therefore, even the Evil Dao Martial Artists are not very able to use this energy.

There's not a lot of energy in obsidian. But the special is extremely pure. This makes many of Yang Ji's methods of collecting and transporting minerals useless in the face of obsidian.

"It's a bit of a hassle. ”

Yang Ji stared at the obsidian on the ground and frowned slightly. It's true that obsidian isn't that hard to find, and it's not hard to loot, but it's a big hassle to take it away.

It seems that with the exception of iron swords and rocks and the like, everything else is almost untouchable.

"Obsidian seems to have to be taken away only with something like a tin pot or clay. Unfortunately, I don't have anything like that on me. ”

After Yang Ji pondered for a moment, his heart moved:

"Maybe that's the only way to do it. ”

"The Hand of Death!"

Boom, the sky shook, the void darkened, and a huge palm poked out from the back of Yang Ji's head, and the big hand poked down, grabbed it suddenly, grabbed the obsidian on the ground, and then put it in the back of his head.

The hand of death is not afraid of yellow springs, flying swords, yin fire and yang charms, and is not afraid of the breath of death, which is the best way to store obsidian.

"Now you can. ”

Yang Ji smiled slightly, flicked his sleeves, lightly verticalized, and then swept into the distance.

All the way according to the map, along the location mentioned by Song Ziqi, Yang Ji encountered several groups of underworld creatures. After killing them along the way, the total number of obsidian collected in Yang Ji's hands increased to five.

"Five obsidian should be about the same as the gatekeeper's request. ”

Yang Ji thought in his heart.

The gatekeeper didn't say how much obsidian was needed, only said that he would take the way. Yang Ji secretly speculated in his heart that these quantities should almost meet his requirements.

After all, there is only one obsidian guarded by a pile of underworld creatures. The five obsidian stones here were almost the result of him killing more than fifty underworld creatures.

In terms of quantity, it cannot be regarded as small.

Raising his head, Yang Ji secretly recalled the topographic map in his mind. It has been a long time since I broke up with Song Ziqi and Wang Zhixun.

In terms of time, it should be almost as fast as the difference Song Ziqi said. However, the strange thing is that Yang Ji has not seen the so-called space-time channel until now.

"The position should not be deviated, why hasn't it arrived yet. Am I mistaken?"

Yang Ji was shocked in his heart.

He walked according to the topographic map, and it stands to reason that he should not go wrong, but Yang Ji is not sure, after all, it is the first time he has entered the underworld, and he is completely unfamiliar with the terrain of this world.

It's also very likely that something will go wrong in the process.

"Boom!"

Just when he was in doubt, suddenly the ground under his feet trembled, and a loud sound came from the oblique side. Yang Ji's heart was shocked, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that about three or four hundred zhang away, smoke and dust were billowing out, and a group of hundreds of evil ghosts, yakshasas, and rakshasas were gathering violently, screaming and galloping.

Yang Ji was taken aback and was about to put on a battle posture. However, in the next moment, something surprising happened, this group of fierce and murderous evil ghosts surged straight down from more than two hundred zhang away from Yang Ji as if they hadn't seen Yang Ji.

The smoke and dust were billowing and drifting, and until the dust finally disappeared, not a single evil ghost paid attention to Yang Ji, as if he didn't exist at all.

“！！！”

Countless questions came to Yang Ji's mind, and he was completely stunned by this maverick army of the underworld. He had been in the underworld for a while, but he had never seen the army of the underworld in such a hurry, but it seemed to be in a no-man's land.

Suddenly, a spiritual light crossed his mind, and Yang Ji was full of excitement, and suddenly woke up:

"Wait! Could it be...... Space-time portal?!"

"Whew!"

Before he had time to think about it, Yang Ji stepped on his feet, flew out, and the floating light body method was used to the limit, turning into a ray of light that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and chased in the direction where the army of demons, yakshasas, and rakshasas disappeared...... (To be continued......) R1292