Boom Boom!

Over the battleship, clumps of flames exploded. Some battleships roared, tilting down from the sky.

And more warships were chasing the two light clusters in the void.

This was the first time Yang Ji had seen Prince Taiyuan make a move, and in the infinite sky, he only saw a large piece of golden water shining light. And the other piece of ink-black light is undoubtedly the "evil god" hidden deep in Zhang Fu's body.

The two rays of light were hidden in the depths of the clouds, constantly colliding and bombarding, and their levels had completely exceeded the limit that ordinary martial artists could look up to.

Yang Ji's eyes widened, and he tried his best to see clearly the battle between the Ten Martial Saints and the Evil God that had been difficult for thousands of years in the depths of the sky, but he couldn't see it clearly at all.

"Damn it!"

Yang Ji secretly hated in his heart. Seeing the two peerless masters fighting in the clouds, he didn't have a chance to witness it at all.

"Forget it. Even if you use a mustard bottle, think about what happens to you once you show up on those floating battleships? You don't want someone to take your mustard bottle, do you?"

Yang Ji thought about it in his heart for a lifetime, and the Great Asura immediately knew about it and quickly helped him dispel the thought. Yang Ji's ability can barely use the mustard bottle to fly to those floating battleships in the sky.

But after that, it's hard to say.

At least one thing, the imperial court will never welcome such an uninvited guest!

"It's not necessarily a good thing. With your current strength, if you get too close, you will quickly be torn to pieces by the aftermath of the battle. If you really want to see, broaden your horizons, increase your experience, and increase your strength in the future, I will take you to the underworld, where there are many more 'Martial Saints' than you humans. You want to see it. It all comes naturally. ”

The Great Asura Dao, although he was also a little curious about the two above his head, after all, it involved a human prince and an evil god outside the heavens.

But to be honest, the curiosity in the heart of the Great Asura was far less intense than that of Yang Ji. In the underworld, there are battles every day, battles between low-level demons. The battle between the High Demon King, the Demon Emperor, and the Demon Emperor.

As an existence that has survived for thousands of years, he has been "cannon fodder", but he has also seen those top-level battles. Compared to some of the mythical battles he had seen in his long life, everything in front of him was nothing.

It's Yang Ji, it won't end well if you get involved at this time!

Yang Ji was silent, looking at the sky, and his heart was infinitely fascinated:

"When will I be like them!"

Although he is in the limelight in the martial arts examination, he is the center of attention. But Yang Ji knows it. The martial arts are long, and the steps he has taken now are only a small step, and there is still a long journey waiting for him.

The Han Dynasty can be a god of martial arts, as long as you have strong perseverance and determination, one day in the future, you will become as powerful as them!

"Huh!"

Yang Ji looked at the distant clouds above the sky and sighed in his heart.

What is in Zhang Fu's body is only an "evil god clone", not a real evil god. It didn't look like Zhang Fu had completely absorbed the power of the "Evil God Clone", and the moment when the pure power of the Evil God attracted Prince Taiyuan to make a move. It was destined that this battle could not last long.

- This is not the territory of the evil gods, and Zhang Servant is destined to not stay here for long.

Sure enough, just a short time ago, the two great brilliances of one black and one gold gradually faded away one after the other. The intense golden juice-like light pressed very tightly, almost behind him, all the way. Constantly walking towards the edge of Taiyuan Continent.

Even with Yang Ji's eyesight, he could only see two flickering lights, one black and one gold. And behind them, there was a huge and incomparable "floating battleship" closely following, and the battleship was lit up with tens of thousands of lights, and there was a lot of noise. It looks several times larger than other warships.

Yang Ji vaguely had the impression that this seemed to be the "floating carrier" of Taiyuan Continent, its size and power far exceeded that of other warships, and it was also a symbol of Prince Taiyuan.

The distance between the "Floating Mothership" and the one is not too close, and it is just the edge of the two peerless master battle groups, which is just enough to avoid the battle of this level of powerhouse.

"Looks like we're really lucky!"

The Great Asura said suddenly.

"Yes, we were lucky!"

Yang Ji looked at the distance and sighed. Both of them felt that the current "evil god clone" was completely different from last night's "evil god clone".

When the "doppelganger" of a god lets go of his hands and feet, no longer hides, and has no scruples, that kind of power is completely geometrically increased. Yang Ji can only secretly rejoice now, fortunately, the "evil god clone" at that time had scruples, and he didn't dare to really expose himself, so that people could find out, which gave him an opportunity.

Otherwise, let alone using the power of the "Evil God Clone" to open the seal of the "Great Asura Warlord's Heart", it is difficult to say whether it can escape or not.

In the distance, the battle group had already moved to the periphery of the high wall of Taiyuan Continent Mansion, and Yang Ji knew in his heart that the battle was over, and the "evil god clone" This was a posture ready to escape.

Although the battle between the two great masters came fiercely, the rabbit rose and fell, and it ended quickly. Yang Ji was about to return to the Martial Palace to deal with the follow-up matters, when suddenly the earth shook, and a yin, violent, and endless angry voice came from a distance:

"Yang Ji, I won't let you go!Just wipe your neck clean and wait for death!-"

The voice rumbled, filled with endless resentment and anger. This battle is full of ups and downs, and it looks beautiful, but in fact, it is just to escape.

And it's unbelievable to say that the initiator of all this is actually Yang Ji, a nobody who has never been taken seriously by the "evil god clone".

One of Yang Ji's strategies made his overall plan collapse, and the follow-up plan could not be carried out. Zhang Fu couldn't get the rights he wanted, and the "evil god clone" couldn't carry out its long-thought plan.

The anger in the heart of this man can be imagined!

"Boom!"

The echoes continued in all directions, and at this moment, the entire Taiyuan Continent Mansion was silent. In the dark night, I don't know how many famous and unknown masters stood on the long street and silently wrote down the name "Yang Ji".

Whether they knew it before or not, at this moment, the name "Yang Ji" was deeply imprinted in their minds.

A human being who can be hated and remembered by evil gods can never be a general nameless person.

"Oh, it's him!"

In the mansion of the Ouyang family, the second master of the Ouyang family stood outside the mansion, first with a look of surprise, and then turned his head to look in the direction of the martial palace, with a strange look on his face.

There was actually an "evil god clone" in Taiyuan Mansion, which was not a trivial matter, and even Prince Taiyuan was alarmed. He clearly remembered that the last time he made a move, it seemed to be ten years ago.

Before, he was still wondering where this "evil god clone" came from, but now it seems that it is still related to Yang Ji.

He knew that a competition was being held in the Martial Palace. The two disciples of the Ouyang family, Ouyang Zhuming and Ouyang Zishi, were there, ready to witness the birth of the first batch of martial artists in the martial arts examination.

It's just that he didn't expect that this extremely powerful "evil god clone" actually came from the Martial Palace, and it seemed to be possessed by one of the students.

The most surprising thing is that although the "evil god clone" known as evil, cruel and murderous originated from the Martial Palace, there did not seem to have been any major casualties in the Martial Palace.

It's incredible!

"What a smart boy, it's a pity that it would be nice if it were a disciple of our Ouyang family!"

Second Master Ouyang thought about it for a moment and immediately understood that Yang Ji would never do those things for no reason, and he was afraid that this matter would still fall on the competition for "Wuju people".

Yang Ji estimated that he couldn't defeat the "evil god clone", so he came up with this method, which won by surprise, led to trouble, and forced him to show up. Use the Hundred Saints Brand of the Martial Temple to deal with the evil gods.

The identity of the student possessed by the evil god was revealed, so naturally he could not threaten him.

However, when he guessed this, Second Master Ouyang did not have the slightest contempt or contempt in his heart, but couldn't help but admire it from the bottom of his heart.

People and "gods" are not at the same starting point in the first place, and the game in the martial hall was not a fair game from the beginning. As long as he has an "evil god clone" to rely on, that student is basically invincible.

No matter what kind of moves Yang Ji used, and no matter whether he had the upper hand at some point, in the end, he could get help from the possessed "evil god" and turn the tide of the battle.

The only way is to expose the hole cards that can't see the light on his body, which is called "drawing salary from the bottom of the kettle". That's the real way to win.

The people who can come up with this method are people of great wisdom, not to mention martial arts, at least in terms of agility, wisdom, and improvisation.

This is not something that ordinary people can do!

"Heroes don't ask where they come from", the world of martial arts is weak and strong, and what is important is the result. No matter what method Yang Ji uses, as long as he can win, he is a strong man!

is the winner of this world.

With a slight smile, Second Master Ouyang was about to turn around, when suddenly, his heart moved, and he turned his head to look, only to see a purple shadow standing behind him.

The second son, Ouyang Zifu, walked out at some point and stood behind him, also silently looking at the sky, the dim starlight fell on his face, and he couldn't see any expression.

As the new leader of the Ouyang family, the second son, Ouyang Zifu, is one of the eight major martial arts sects of the Ouyang family, and his strength is not much worse than that of the second master of Ouyang.

When he had the intention to hide, even Second Master Ouyang couldn't feel his breath.

"Zifu, if it's possible, let's get closer to that Yang Ji in the future!"

Second Master Ouyang said.

The breeze was blowing, the second son, Ouyang Zifu's ears and long hair were blowing, his eyes were looking at the sky, his expression was still calm, and he couldn't see the slightest expression. (To be continued.) )