The flying sword of the martial arts fivefold can't withstand the scorching of the Yin Fire Yang Fu for a long time, and basically after a period of time, the entire flying sword will have structural damage and complete collapse.

However, at this stage, Yang Ji didn't expect these flying swords to last long, as long as they stayed up for a while, as a transition.

"Okay. Whatever you choose, as long as you think about it. ”

The Elder was no longer reluctant.

Yang Ji picked a smooth cobblestone, another Thunder God Halberd, and two flying swords with a martial arts fivefold sword, and finally left the treasure vault with Elder Xing.

"Yang Ji, the origin of this cobblestone is too evil, although it is now yours. But I still want you to touch it as little as possible. ”

When registering the roster, Elder Xing looked at Yang Ji and said with a worried expression.

"Got it. ”

Yang Ji just smiled, and left the Elder Peak with all the evil stones, the thunder god halberd, and two flying swords with sword light like water.

Coming back from Elder Peak, it was already late. Standing on the white jade steps winding down, looking down, I saw that the practice square on the first floor was lit with firelight, and there were few people back and forth.

Compared with when he went up the mountain, there were fewer disciples left behind in Tieguan Mountain. It seems that after a while, another disciple has been sent out to hunt creatures from the underworld.

"Wow!—"

In the depths of the darkness, the mountains Cui Wei, a gust of wind blew through the sky, and there was a cry like a baby crying and laughing, which made people's hearts chill, and goosebumps on their bodies.

"I'm afraid that this time the catastrophe caused by the creatures of the underworld will become more and more severe. ”

The joy of getting the reward just now was gone, and Yang Ji stood on the white jade steps, his face looking worried. There are many disciples of the Iron Crown Sect, even if it is the sect he joined for the first time, there are also many people in the sect that he cares about.

If you can't quell this underworld cataclysm, or close the passage. There are more and more demons in the underworld, so the Iron Crown Sect will be the first to be hurt, followed by Langya County and other places.

Eventually, all the denominations, all the people, will be involved.

"There are eggs under the nest?", once this happens, no one can be immune. Do not get involved.

"Phew!"

Taking a deep breath, Yang Ji leaped down the white jade steps, passed through the Second Cultivation Square, and after passing through more than a dozen palaces along the way, Yang Ji returned to his residence.

The room was gloomy and cold, Yang Ji took out two flints from under the desk in the dark, lit the oil lamp, and a bright halo slowly spread in the room.

"Listen to the elders, and in a few days I will be like everyone else. Go down the mountain to deal with the demons of the underworld around the mountain gate. It's no problem to deal with ordinary demons, but if I want to stop this catastrophe, I'm afraid I can't do it with my strength. ”

Yang Ji took out a piece of paper from under the pile of books, spread it out, and dipped it in ink, but in his mind, he remembered what Elder Zhang said.

The Skeleton Ghost King of Ten Thousand Grave Ridge has become cunning and powerful, and even the elders of the major sects can't help it. With his current strength at the level of a six-fold martial arts general, I'm afraid it's even more in vain!

If what the elders said was correct, there really was some Confucian treasure in the depths of the Ten Thousand Tombs. The repression is there. Then this is probably the best hope for this catastrophe.

Confucian treasures cannot be used by ordinary warriors at all. I got it, and it was also a tyrannical thing. But Yang Ji is different, as the inheritor of the Book of Confucianism and the inheritance of ancient Confucianism, he is the most qualified to use those Confucian treasures.

If that Confucian treasure can really play a role and suppress all evils. Then Yang Ji is confident. There must be a way to reinvigorate its power and suppress this underworld cataclysm.

"Whether there is a true Confucian treasure or not, you only need to ask the teacher to know......"

Yang Ji said secretly in his heart.

Whether this legend is true or not, Yang Ji doesn't know. But Yang Ji knew that he only needed to ask the historian of Pingchuan City. There must be something to be done about this.

He is the most vocal in this matter.

"Phew!"

Yang Ji took a deep breath, held the brush, and after a little consideration, he wrote the letter respectfully under the light. In the letter, Yang Ji described the ins and outs of the matter in detail.

Time passed quickly, Yang Ji finished writing a letter, read it again, and after checking that it was correct, he stuffed it into an envelope, and then called a disciple, borrowed a night falcon, and sent it.

The night wind howled, and Yang Ji watched as the night falcon flapped its wings and disappeared into the depths of the night.

"Hopefully things don't get too bad. ”

Yang Ji stood in front of the window, glanced at the place where the evil ghost's howl came from in the depths of the mountains, and said secretly in his heart.

"Buzz!"

Yang Ji closed the window, shook his sleeves, and threw out the "Hand of Death" hidden deep in it, and then bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, and in an instant, the entire huge "Hand of Death" was immediately wrapped in a flame, burning fiercely.

The "Natal Weapon" of the "External Incarnation Method" is extremely difficult to cultivate, especially as a natal weapon, it is still the "Hand of Death", which has a great origin and is extremely powerful.

The last time he fought with Yang Xuanlan, Yang Ji only completed the preliminary sacrifice. It did not complete all the refining work of this treasure, and then exerted its strength.

If he returned to the sect, he would be safe and sound, and at the same time, he was about to face another difficult challenge, and Yang Ji had to hurry up and do his best to improve his strength as much as possible.

"Whew!"

The flames were raging, Yang Ji slowly sat down cross-legged, and slowly fell into the realm of forgetting things and me, motionless......

......

Pingchuan City is extremely far away from the Iron Crown Sect, and even if there is a night falcon to deliver the letter, it can travel day and night, without being controlled by the terrain, Yang Ji estimates that it will take at least three days.

Taking advantage of these three days of rare calm period, Yang Ji tried his best to practice the kung fu on the "Body Law Incarnation Method" and "Sword Codex", and at the same time made every effort to deepen and solidify the realm of "Yin, Fire and Yang Fu".

Time flies......

"Hurry!"

In Yang Ji's palace, the light flashed, and the three flying swords turned into streamers and stuck to the ground, shooting out like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers. One of the three flying swords was straight as a line, one was curved, and the other spun rapidly like a drum.

The three flying swords were like three people manipulating. Lingruo Jiaolong, vivid, suddenly turned in the corner of the wall, straight up to the sky, a whirl in mid-air, and fell into Yang Ji's hands again.

"Three days of hard work. Finally it worked. ”

Yang Ji retracted his palm and held the three flying swords, and at the same moment, Yang Ji's nine faint sword qi swirls in the dantian, turning into a small vortex and spinning endlessly.

"Swordsman Realm"!

A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind.

After this period of hard cultivation, Yang Ji finally reached the realm of retracting and letting go of his heart, such as making his arm fingers, and being able to control nine flying swords at the same time.

According to the "Sword Codex", this is already the realm of "swordsman".

A sect of kendo in ancient times. This is the level at which you are qualified to become a "registered disciple".

Registered disciples are not formal disciples, and they are not so closely connected with the sect, and once the test fails, they will be expelled from the door.

In this respect, a "swordsman" is really nothing. That is, the role of holding the sword for those who are strong in swordsmanship.

But in this era of the decline of the way of the sword, the "swordsman" who can control nine flying swords at the same time, such as making the arm fingers, is already very powerful.

“...... It's just a pity that although I have the ability to control the nine flying swords. But there aren't that many flying swords to control. ”

Yang Ji looked at the flying sword in his hand and shook his head in his heart.

He only had three flying swords in his hands now. Except for Bloodthirsty, the other two were selected from the sect's arsenal, and only the martial arts fivefold level was available.

A weapon of this level was not enough to withstand the scorching of the Yin Fire Yang Fu, and Yang Ji didn't know when the two flying swords would collapse.

Yang Jikong has such a powerful martial art as the "Sword Codex", but he does not have a suitable weapon, which has to be said to be a kind of helplessness.

A deep sigh. Yang Ji put away the three flying swords, then took the "Thunder God Halberd" that was more than a zhang long and as black as iron next to him, and slowly wiped it with a dry cloth.

This "Thunder God Halberd" is the same as the "Sword Codex", both of which are stored in ancient times, although the usage is different. But it's just as powerful.

Throwing away the problem of material, in fact, the Thunder God Halberd Theory Sharp Cheng Dù is only a little bit worse than Yang Ji's "Bloodthirsty Sword".

"Coax!"

Just as he was trying the Thunder God Halberd, all of a sudden, there was a coaxing, and there was a loud noise, and a loud sound came from the bottom of the mountain.

In this noise, the sound of hurried footsteps was particularly heavy and loud, and even the voices of the surrounding people could not be muffled.

"Something's wrong!"

Yang Ji's men paused, and in an instant, a flash of lightning swept through his mind.

It has been a few days since he returned to the Iron Crown Sect, and there are not many people in the sect, and he has always been quiet. This is the first time Yang Ji has heard such a commotion in the room.

"Whoosh!"

Yang Ji stood up with the Thunder God Halberd, stood up suddenly, and walked to the window in a few quick steps. Flipping open the window, the sky was overcast outside, and a thick layer of shadows covered the sky in the depths of the sky.

The sky was darker and darker than it had been when I returned.

Under the sky, Yang Ji saw a group of disciples of the Iron Crown Sect hugging a person, rushing towards the mountain quickly. The man at the head was pale, holding a man in his arms, covered with blood, motionless.

"Someone is hurt!"

Yang Ji's heart sank.

It has been a few days since the evil ghosts of the underworld invaded, and the Iron Crown Sect sent its disciples to suppress the evil ghosts around, and this was the first time that Yang Ji had seen someone seriously injured.

"Elder, elder...... , save my cousin, save my cousin......"

The leader of the Iron Crown Sect disciple had a pale face, and as he ran, he shouted, his lips trembling, and his voice was full of despair.

Yang Ji's heart trembled, and he finally understood why he was so desperate. There are very few relatives in the sect, but that doesn't mean there aren't.

This leader disciple and the Iron Crown Sect disciple in his arms obviously had this kind of relationship.

"Wow!"

With a vertical body, Yang Ji didn't have time to think about it, and came out of the window. Before he could rush over, he saw a burly figure exuding a majestic aura, flying down the mountain like a dragon and tiger.

After only a few breaths, he rushed to the group of disciples.

"It's useless, he's critically injured, his breath is out of breath, and he can't be saved. ”

The elder had taken the seriously injured Iron Crown Sect disciple, but he just reached out and immediately his face sank, and he directly declared him dead.

Yang Ji paused, looking at the group of sect disciples in the distance, his eyes slowly sank. The Demons of the Underworld are by no means mountain beasts, and although their strength is not high, once they gather in groups, they are still easy to cause damage.

Even the most powerful opponents, if the besieging demons reach a certain level, they may sink into the sand and fall into the gutter.

This time the northwest mutation, from the moment the sect decided to send disciples to encircle and suppress it, it was doomed that the disciples under the sect might be killed or injured.

Yang Ji had expected this for a long time, but when he really saw the disciples of his sect seriously injured and died, he still had a feeling of concern.

"The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings", this northwest catastrophe has only lasted for a few days, and the Iron Crown faction has already suffered casualties. Yang Ji had a feeling that the danger facing the Iron Crown Sect might have just begun.

The casualties and challenges that follow are only to grow. (To be continued......)