Quietly in the dark, Yang Ji stood there in a daze, only feeling that his mind was blank.

"Do what you know you can't do, know what you can do but don't do it, do what you can't do, know what you can do but don't do ......"

Yang Ji muttered to himself. I don't know how long it took, but Yang Ji's mind gradually calmed down. Looking at the boulder in front of him, Director Yang suddenly seemed to understand something in his heart, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Do what you know you can't do, and do what you know you can...... It turns out that Confucianism has never been about words!"

Yang Ji let out a long sigh in his heart.

Confucianism has never been a simple test of words, the reason why no one has been able to break the secret of this boulder for so long is by no means as they imagined, everyone got into the horns of the bull, and did not think of the real mystery.

Perhaps out of 10,000 people, 9,999 have gone astray, and there is definitely no shortage of people who have really guessed the answer to the riddle.

"Do what you can't do, know what you can do but don't do it", no matter what is written on the boulder, it is useless. Because the root of the test is the human heart!

And I have lost this opportunity.

"Alas!"

With a long sigh, Yang Jikong turned around and left in disappointment.

If he can't guess the answer to the riddle, Yang Ji will be unwilling to try once, twice, or three times. But knowing the real mystery, Yang Ji has nothing to say.

Because he knows that even if he does it all over again ten, a hundred, or a thousand times, no matter how many times he writes on the boulder, "Do what you know you can't do, and know what you can do but don't do it" is useless.

It's no one else's fault, but that I didn't meet the requirements on the boulder at all.

"It seems that this treasure really has nothing to do with me. ”

Yang Ji said lightly in his heart, and then rose to the ground.

"Whew!"

The moment it came out of the ground, a cool breeze hit and blew a chill on the body. But Yang Ji is much more sober. The gray fog in front of him was misty. There was a faint roar and the sound of a fight in my ears.

"Senior Brother Yang, Senior Brother Yang is you?-"

Suddenly, a sound of surprise came from behind him, followed by the sound of clothes breaking through the air.

Yang Ji turned around suddenly, only to see a group of warriors wearing Iron Crown Sect costumes running towards him with happy faces. And the leader is a young man he has never seen before, with resolute eyes and a very assertive look.

"You are?"

Yang Ji looked surprised. Ten Thousand Graves Ridge is a forbidden place. In the past, few disciples of the Iron Crown Sect dared to enter here.

"Senior brother, but I know you. The first place in Wu Kui's head!"

The disciples of the Iron Crown Sect led by him had bright eyes and excited faces. Behind him, the four disciples of the Iron Crown Sect were also excited.

"Senior Brother Yang!"

Humane.

Yang Ji nodded and said unexpectedly:

"It's dangerous here, how did you get so far away?"

"Senior brother, it's not just us. All the elders and senior brothers of this sect have entered here. Just listen to it. ”

"Elder Qiu has found out the truth. The elders are here to stop the Skeleton Ghost King!"

"The elders also said before that Senior Brother Yang has already entered here. I didn't expect to really run into Senior Brother Yang. ”

“...... But now the situation is not in our favor, and the elders have commanded us. Hurry up and get everyone out of here. Senior brother, you should also go quickly. ”

......

Everyone, you and I have a word and a detailed account of what happened. There was a roar of air waves in his ears, which could be felt from a distance, and it seemed that even the ground under his feet trembled slightly under the influence of the air waves.

From the feeling of it, this is definitely at the level of the Martial Sect.

"So fast?"

Yang Ji was secretly surprised. Things are moving far faster than they thought, and it seems that the elders of the faction have been forced to venture into the Ten Thousand Graves Ridge to deal with the Skeleton Ghost King.

"Let's go!"

Yang Ji's eyes flashed, and he beckoned: "Come on." ”

"Yes. Senior brother!"

The group jumped onto Yang Ji's boat and quickly swept away into the distance in the thick fog.

"Whew!—"

The howls of the demons of the underworld could be heard from the thick fog. I don't know if it's an illusion, Yang Ji felt that the cold in the air seemed to be thicker than before.

"Whew!"

The wind was howling, and the demons were dripping with brown saliva and swooping down from all directions.

"Senior brother, be careful!"

An Iron Crown Sect disciple couldn't help but exclaim.

"Boom!"

It's too late, it's too soon. With a bang, the cold light flashed by, and the five evil ghosts that rushed in front of Yang Ji froze in mid-air, and their bodies were cut into several pieces like pieces of paper and fell into the dust.

"Groan!"

The cold light flickered. The sky was full of dragons, and in the amazed eyes of everyone, the ten flying swords swirled in the sky like swimming dragons, swimming, and firmly protected the earth boat in the middle.

"Let's go!"

Yang Ji stretched out a finger and waved it in the air, and the cold light of the ten flying swords flickered, forming an array like a group of sharks, protecting everyone and rushing forward.

The first weight of Yang Ji's "Sword Codex" has already been cultivated, and now he has ten flying swords, and the ten flying swords form a dense sword array, and the place where he passes is like destroying the withered and decaying, the gods block and kill the gods, and the Buddha blocks and kills the Buddhas.

"Whew!—"

One demon after another threw themselves down in front of the crowd, their bodies broken into several pieces. No matter how many demons there are, they can barely stop everyone.

Whether it was the Bloodthirsty Sword or the Yellow Dragon Sword, they were all extremely sharp. The blade pierced through the bones, and no sound even came out. It's like cutting through the water.

Behind Yang Ji, there was silence. Several Iron Crown Sect disciples were already dumbfounded.

The Iron Crown Sect has many swordsmanship, and even beginners can practice such good swordsmanship as the "Green Dragon Swordsmanship". And those at a higher level can also come into contact with high-level swords like the "Electric Mother Sword Technique".

But I have never seen Yang Ji's majestic swordsmanship.

The underworld creatures that made everyone cast rat traps couldn't even harden for a second in front of Yang Ji, and it was completely effortless.

Bang! Bang!

One evil ghost after another, densely packed, fell behind Yang Ji. Yang Ji's earthly boat was like a storm passing through the country, setting off a wave of death in the Ten Thousand Graves Ridge.

The gray fog in front of him was foggy, and the closer he got to the place where the sound of the fight came from, the more underworld creatures rushed around. If there were only a few heads at the beginning. Then it became a dozen, dozens, or even more demons that kept pounced.

Among them, there are some mutated demons with very agile action and great strength, all of which are almost endless, and I don't know how many tens of thousands of them. I can't kill you all.

"That's a lot!"

Yang Ji frowned, and the strong fishy and rotten smell wafted in the void.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, a terrible scream came from the thick fog, and the sound sharply tore through the void and echoed in all directions.

"Senior Brother Yang, be careful, that's an evil person. They've united with the Skeleton Ghost King!"

The resolute-eyed Iron Crown Sect disciple suddenly reminded.

However, he reminded that Yang Ji could already feel the evil energy distributed everywhere in the dense fog. The next moment, as if he smelled a smell, the mist surged, and Yang Ji was in his field of vision. Hundreds of miserable white underworld demons suddenly turned their heads, and a pair of strange and gloomy eyes looked at Yang Ji in unison.

"Whew!—"

With a low roar, dense demons flew up and pounced like raindrops. These flying demons covered almost the entire sky.

The disgusting smell went straight to the end of my nose.

"Senior brother, be careful!-"

Yang Ji still kept calm, but the several Iron Crown Sect disciples behind him had already screamed in shock, and their faces were pale and bloodless.

"Humph!"

Yang Ji sneered, and with a buzz, he almost instantly escaped into the ground. A breath immediately appeared in another place ten feet away.

"Immortal back sword!"

Yang Jiren was underground, but his eyes were as sharp as a sword. Look straight up. The middle finger of the right hand suddenly poked at the finger. The earth shook, and a white rainbow that was brighter than the sun rose from behind Yang Ji.

"Ahh

Almost at the same time, above the ground, there was a terrible scream of near death. The screaming lasted only for a moment, and then it stopped abruptly, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling.

"Humph!"

Yang Ji sneered and got out of the ground. In front of him was a warrior in a black robe. His body was cut in two from bottom to top and lay in a pool of blood.

"Naive! I thought I would be fine if I hid here. ”

With a move of Yang Ji's palm, the sword roared in the air, and the yellow dragon sword that flew out flew around and fell back into Yang Ji's palm.

Bang bang bang!

Almost at the same time. Behind Yang Ji came the sound of falling stakes. The vicious-looking creatures of the underworld froze for a moment, then their bodies cracked open and they fell to the ground.

-- The ten top-level flying swords also completed the clearing work behind them almost at the same time.

There was a vast fog ahead, and the vast field of vision was full of white-skinned demons. Although it was far away, Yang Ji could clearly feel that the people in front of him were divided into two groups.

And the group of people around the core seems to be the elders and disciples of this sect.

"I'll send you to join up with the other senior brothers first, and then I'll go to help the elders and them. ”

Yang Jidao. With a move of the palm of his hand, ten flying swords whistled and swirled in the void like life, crossed over, and then turned back, and they had already appeared beside Yang Ji.

"Buzz!"

A pale yellow halo flickered in the mist, and Yang Ji once again escaped into the depths of the earth. And the ten flying swords also burrowed into the ground almost at the same time, disappearing.

The flying sword with broken hair, combined with the elusive earth boat in Yang Ji's hand, is almost an artifact of beheading and killing in this kind of melee.

"Whew!"

A yellow dragon sword slashed through the dirt and rushed out of the ground. On the way forward for Yang Ji, a black-robed evil path martial artist was caught off guard, his body trembled, and he fell to the ground one after another.

Yang Ji uses the strength of a military general to cooperate with this elusive way of killing. In a short period of time, he directly killed five or six evil martial artists.

Without the command of these people, the surrounding well-organized evil ghosts suddenly dispersed, immediately relieving the pressure on the people of the Iron Crown Sect.

"Buzz!"

With a flash of light, the dirt was scattered, and Yang Ji broke out of the ground with several disciples of the Iron Crown Sect.

"Who!"

"Yang Ji!-"

Around, a disciple of the Famous Iron Crown Sect was greatly surprised when he saw that it was Yang Ji. (To be continued......)