"Hmph, Yang Ji, do you think you are some kind of hero? You are just an insignificant clown. :3w.”

The leader of the black-robed ghost mansion looked at Yang Ji and said coldly:

"Do you think you'll win if you kill me? Sue you, I'm just an insignificant little person at the bottom. Killing me won't change anything, but you've drawn yourself into a dispute you can't afford. You never know what kind of enemy you've provoked. ”

"What about the Iron Crown Sect, what about the Imperial Court, do you think they can protect you? That's naïve. ”

The leader of the black-robed ghost mansion sneered, and there was an unfathomable look in his eyes.

"Are you trying to scare me?"

Yang Ji frowned, and said coldly: "Sue you, I'm not afraid of anything." I'm just not afraid of being scared. ”

The leader of the black-robed ghost mansion looked unfathomable, and there was something in his words. However, Yang Ji had no intention of understanding at all, and he was not afraid of the threat in his mouth.

Along the way, whether it was Mrs. Zhao, Butler Zhou, or Tianyin Sect, which one was not the Cun Zài who was difficult to provoke at that time.

For himself, there are not many black-robed ghost mansion leaders, and there are many less of him, and the so-called threats are just some clichés.

"Really?"

A strange smile appeared on the corner of the black-robed ghost mansion's mouth:

"I hope you really think so. Because there were many people like you before, but in the end they all became dead. I hope you'll still think that way when you're dying. ”

"Then you don't have to worry about it. ”

Yang Ji's pupils shrank and said with a sneer.

The two looked at each other, their eyes met, and the atmosphere was solidified, and it was about to explode.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the earth shook. Yang Ji kicked his feet and disappeared in place in an instant. Ten zhang away, the face of the leader of the black-robed ghost mansion changed slightly, and he didn't want to think about it, so he immediately shouted:

"Bone Surgery!"

"Buzz!"

The earth hummed, and even the huge dark red altar shook. An invisible force pierced the void. In all directions, corpses scattered on the ground, Yaksha's, and Ghost Mansion warriors exploded one after another.

Under the fragmented flesh and blood, the white bones seemed to be led by silk strings, breaking out of the body, and they all converged to the leader of the black-robed ghost mansion, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a huge white bone armor, layer upon layer. The inside and outside were orderly, wrapping the black-robed ghost mansion leader inside.

However, the leader of the black-robed ghost mansion was fast, and Yang Ji's speed was even faster, and before the corpse bone technique could complete the last step, Yang Ji broke out with an earth-shattering blow:

"Wrath of the Overlord!"

The huge waves rolled, overwhelming the sky, and erupted from Yang Ji's body. But the wave was not blood-red, but white. Bright glow, bright eye. It is full of a righteous way of heaven and earth, a grandiose and atmospheric taste.

"Boom!"

The huge white bone armor seemed to be paper-paste, and it collapsed in an instant. Yang Ji's palm passed through the white bone armor and pressed on the black-robed Ghost Mansion leader with a thunderous speed.

"Ahh

Touched by Yang Ji's palm, the leader of the black-robed ghost mansion trembled, and suddenly raised his head and let out a heart-rending howl. Half of his body was bathed in the white light. White smoke billowed out, no blood gushed out, and the body actually melted like snow.

"What is this?"

The leader of the black-robed Ghost Mansion was terrified, and there was a look of despair in his eyes. He had never encountered this kind of power that made people so frightened from the bottom of his heart, more than **melting. The blood and qi dissolve, and even the soul seems to be decomposing, completely empty.

In the face of this force, he is as fragile as a child. Compared to this power, the evil energy that he is proud of is like a lamb facing a lion.

"Confucianism and Taoism!"

Yang Ji said lightly and spit out a few words. In the ancient era of literature and sage, the great line of education, the evil and the easy, the profound Confucianism, between three words and two words, can make all the evil fly ashes, and the demons are subdued, this is definitely not a legend.

Yang Ji relied on the relationship between the pen of benevolence and righteousness and the Book of Great Confucianism to introduce Haoran Qi into the body, and instead of blood qi in the Zhoutian meridians.

This kind of heroic aura is not obvious when dealing with righteous path or sect disciples.

But dealing with evil ways and creatures in the underworld is definitely twice the result with half the effort, and the power is terrifying. Yang Ji stabbed to death ten tenacious Iron Yaksha before lightly, relying on the heroic qi cultivated in the flying sword.

Even the Huangquan Sword, which was polluted by the Yellow Spring Water, was washed clean by the aura of Haoran.

The only drawback is that this way of using the aura of Haoran to represent the blood qi of the martial artist is extremely expensive. Although the pen of benevolence and righteousness contains the vast atmosphere of ancient heroism, in this era of lack of literary atmosphere, one point is less.

If it is not an important target to deal with the leader of the Ghost Mansion, Yang Ji will not use it lightly.

"Boom!"

Yang Ji spit out the power of his palm, and with a bang, the white light slammed into the sky, completely submerging the other half of the body of the leader of the black-robed ghost mansion that had not yet melted.

"Yang Ji, you'll regret it—"

The leader of the black-robed ghost mansion let out a terrible howl, and was overwhelmed by the endless mighty qi, and exploded into ashes with a bang.

"Ding!"

The sky was dark, and with a clang, a palm-sized object fell from the sky. Yang Ji picked it up and took a look, and sure enough, it was another ghost house token.

However, this token is a little different from the one Yang Ji picked up before. On the back of the token, there is a lifelike white tiger, and two words "Walker" are written in the lower right corner.

"This person is stronger and should have a higher status. I think what this walker should indicate is his status in that ghost mansion. I just don't know what level this walker is?"

Yang Ji was puzzled in his heart, one thought flashed in his eyes, he looked down and looked at it again, Yang Ji was about to throw it away, when suddenly his thoughts turned around, and he changed his attention:

"I'd better keep it for now. This kind of thing may be used in the future. ”

Taking this token into his arms, Yang Ji jumped up, pulled up more than ten zhang high, and jumped onto the dark red altar. The altar was covered with black smoke and evil spirits, but the whirring wind could not blow away the smoke that kept pouring out.

Standing on the top of the altar, Yang Ji could clearly feel that a powerful formation inside the altar was absorbing corpse qi, death qi, yin qi, and turbid qi from the depths of the endless earth.

Under the stimulation of these yin and turbid breaths, the pen of benevolence and righteousness in Yang Ji's arms and the "Book of Great Confucianism" in the center of his eyebrows were beating violently, and the aura of Haoran seemed to be about to erupt out, suppressing the evil qi under this altar.

"Now only this altar remains. Destroy this altar. Destroy the Great Array, and then go and destroy the Skeleton Ghost King!"

The flags around the altar were hunting, and Yang Ji stood on top of the dark red altar, looking out, only to see the gray mist of Wanfen Ridge in the distance, and the howls of various underworld creatures. One after another, I don't know how many evil spirits, yakshasas, and rakshasas are spreading in all directions.

The situation is urgent, the invisible formation power in the void is still operating, and every moment of time passes, the number of underworld creatures entering this world will increase a lot. The ordinary people of the entire Langya County will face a little more danger.

"Boom!"

Yang Ji fiercely pulled out the bloodthirsty sword behind his back, and the sword body of more than three feet refracted the cold light under the dim sky, just by looking at it, it would make people feel that their eyes were gouged out.

Yang Ji clenched the pen of benevolence and righteousness in his arms, and at the same time hooked the "Book of Confucianism" in his eyebrows. Hum and rivers of mighty air. Rich and pure, it immediately and continuously pours from the pen of benevolence and righteousness.

The treasure left by this ancient Wensheng seemed to contain endless energy, and a ** containing power poured into Yang Ji's body endlessly, and then poured into this bloodthirsty sword.

The light flickered, and the dark red bloodthirsty sword turned from red to white, and the tip of the sword burst out, and the sword was mighty, six or seven feet long.

"Phew!"

Yang Ji took a deep breath, then held the sword with both hands. Aimed at the center of the top of the altar, it was inserted straight and hard.

"Stop!-"

Deep in the firmament. Suddenly there was an anxious, angry deafening roar, and the sound rolled like thunder. Even from such a distance, Yang Ji stood on the top of the altar, and even the Taoist robes on his body were blown into a hunting dance.

This roar came suddenly, and it was not unpleasant. It's just a pity. There are some things that can't be stopped.

"Click!"

With a loud cracking sound, the long sword in Yang Ji's hand slashed through the void like a meteor, plunging heavily into the ground at the top of the altar.

It is not known what material the floor at the top of the altar is made of. Yang Ji's bloodthirsty sword that slashed the golden and split the hair was only a few inches long.

But just a few inches are enough.

Boom, the altar cracked like a broken mirror.

Where Yang Ji's long sword was inserted. A mighty pillar of milky white light rose into the sky. The massive crimson altar was like a toppled edifice, first splitting in half, then the sky crumbling with a thud.

It was at this time that Yang Ji raised his head from the vast white light, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, only to see the sky high, black smoke billowing out, and tall black shadows galloping, like meteorites falling, the two dark green eyes were dazzling, eye-catching, and full of endless anger.

"Skeleton Ghost King! He's actually restored ......"

Yang Ji looked at the two dark green, angry eyes, and a thought flashed through his mind. In the final battle, Yang Ji had clearly cut off its neck, leaving it with only one head.

The rest of the torso was also used for sacrifice, detonating the energy in it, injuring himself and several elders.

But in just a moment, the Skeleton Ghost King looked as if it had recovered again, and the only remaining head was spliced into a new body.

"Stinky boy, I want you to die without a place to die!"

With smoke and dust billowing in front of him, the huge dark red altar collapsed under his nose, and the fate of those altar guards could be imagined. The Skeleton Ghost King had a nameless fire in his heart, and he suddenly roared angrily, and slammed out with a slam palm.

"Buzz!"

The sky darkened, and in the roar of rolling, black smoke billowed out, and a wild dragon composed of ruining evil power roared angrily, opening its teeth and dancing claws, lifelike, like a meteor outside the sky, towards Yang Ji at the top of the altar.

The distance of thousands of zhang passed in a flash, and in just an instant, the torrent of evil power that destroyed the nature had already passed through the heavy space and smashed into the dark red altar on the ground with a thunderous force.

Thundered!

Yang Ji turned into a white light and poured out, and then turned around, the sky and earth behind him roared, the smoke and dust rolled, and the momentum was scorching......!