Yellow spring water is highly poisonous to sect disciples, and it is not much better for people in the evil path. It's just the difference between fifty steps and a hundred steps.

The evil prince is not here, and the skeleton ghost king is going to preside over the big array again, which is good news for Yang Ji.

"As long as you are careful and dispose of these underworld creatures quickly without causing too much commotion, you should not attract the attention of the Skeleton Ghost King. ”

Yang Ji said secretly in his heart.

There is a crisis every step in the Ten Thousand Grave Mountains, and there are yellow springs and underworld creatures everywhere, but as long as you are careful, the danger is not great. Yang Ji's heart moved, and he suddenly changed the route, trying to avoid the criss-crossing Yellow Spring Water Roads underground, and passing through the gap between the Yellow Spring Water and the Yellow Spring Water.

Demons, yakshasas and rakshasas have the ability to escape in disguise only in the yellow spring water. Yang Ji changed like this, and sure enough, he encountered a lot fewer attacks.

It's just that this kind of change requires a lot of calculations and is very consuming on mental power.

Whew!

Yang Ji stood on the narrow earth boat, standing like a god, and the thunder god halberd in his hand kept pulling out. Shot after shot, guns and guns slashed at the vital point.

Those underworld creatures who pounced on them kept falling from being picked off by Yang Ji and falling back into the Yellow Spring. Some of them fell into the dirt outside the boat and solidified directly in the mud.

All kinds of bones, rotting leaves, and evil ghosts continued to appear in their eyes, and some underworld creatures even smelled Yang Ji's smell through the yellow spring water, and one by one the sharp minions came out of nowhere, grabbing them from the dirt in all directions.

Although it was very annoying, it still didn't cause much trouble to Yang Ji.

"Buzz!"

The "Book of Confucianism" in the center of the eyebrows beats more and more frequently, and it beats more and more intensely. I don't know how long it took, but there was a buzz, and there was a sudden silence all around, and the endless demons suddenly disappeared.

"It's here. ”

Yang Ji's eyelids jumped, and only then did he react, and before he knew it, he had passed through most of the Ten Thousand Graves Ridge and arrived at the difference where the Confucian treasures were located.

Yang Ji raised his eyes and looked around, and it was pitch black all around. Those criss-crossing Yellow Spring waterways suddenly seemed to disappear here.

Without the help of the Yellow Spring Waterway, those evil spirits, yakshasas, and rakshasas would have lost their ability to escape.

"The situation here is completely different from other places, there is no yellow spring water at all, and the Skeleton Ghost King must have known that the Confucian boulder was buried here, and he had scruples, so he specially bypassed this area. ”

Yang Jiwei thought about it for a while, and immediately suddenly.

The yellow spring water and the Confucian aura of Haoran are turbid and clear, and the nature is diametrically opposite, and they restrain each other. Yang Ji could also probably guess the Skeleton Ghost King's intentions.

The best way for this kind of thing to restrain itself is not to use the yellow spring water to wash it, but to avoid alarming it and let it continue to sleep.

After all, who knows how powerful those ancient Wen Dao ancestors left behind. If the power is too great, and in turn suppresses the entire Ten Thousand Graves, it will be more than worth the loss.

"Phew!"

Yang Ji took a slight breath and calmed down. Then the man and the boat merged, like a straight arrow, shooting deep underground.

Ten miles, twenty miles, thirty miles......

The underground is getting deeper and deeper, but the induction and resonance in Yang Ji's heart are getting stronger and stronger. I don't know how long it took, but a light came into view, and in the middle of that light, stood a huge rock.

Gentleness!

Strong literary atmosphere!

At this moment, through the boulder, Yang Ji felt the vast aura in it. That is the bright, righteous and heroic spirit left by the ancient sages.

Even after countless epochs, nothing has changed. Because it's not just an energy, it's an idea, an idea of integrity, compassion, responsibility, and righteousness.

If the mind remains the same, the breath will not change in the slightest.

"Do it when you know what you can't do, and do it when you know what you can do without ......"

Yang Ji muttered to himself, his eyes looking at the words on the boulder. Unlike before, the boulder in front of him seemed to come to life, and standing in front of it, Yang Ji felt a strong call.

His heart was pounding, and a feeling of the same origin and the same kind came to his heart, and Yang Ji felt that this boulder was calling him to enter it.

It's a fatalistic feeling.

At this moment, the boulder no longer sets itself up.

"Phew!"

Yang Ji took a deep breath and stretched out a hand almost dreamily. The five fingers touch the surface of the boulder, and there is no such physical feeling.

The boulder was so thin that it seemed that only a layer of skin remained, and where Yang Ji's fingers touched, circles of circular ripples spread. Yang Ji felt as if he had touched a layer of air.

"Buzz!"

Yang Ji fixed his mind, and then the ghost made the god step in. The white light rushed to his face, his eyes flashed suddenly, and the next moment, Yang Ji felt as if he had entered another space.

This space is unusually bright, and it is snow-white in all directions. I can't tell the difference between the top and the bottom. Every direction is the same, the same snow white, dazzling at a glance.

In this space, Yang Ji felt a strong Confucian atmosphere, dignified and upright, full of the flavor of justice, righteousness and guidance.

It is Yang Ji who has felt the "heroic qi" countless times in the "Book of Great Confucianism".

Yang Ji felt warm all over his body, and a wave of Haoran Qi continued to pour into his body, healing the injuries in his body. At the same time, more Haoran Qi is converging from all directions and pouring into the "Book of Great Confucianism" in the center of the eyebrows.

"It's incredible, there is so much Confucian grandeur in this place!"

Yang Ji was amazed.

The era of ancient literature and sage has come to an end, and now the literary atmosphere is thin and the literature is declining. Even the utensils used by those sages were like a few feathers, let alone such a pure spirit.

Wanfen Ridge is a place where the dead are buried, and the corpse qi and yin qi are extremely heavy. Countless epochs apart, it is inconceivable that so much of the aura of antiquity can be found beneath this kind of cemetery.

"The yin hides the yang, the turbidity hides the clear, the means of the ancient literary saints are really thorough and speculative. ”

Yang Ji's gaze slowly swept across the entire space, and he quickly noticed a treasure in the center of the space, which was also the only one in the entire space.

-- A snow-white as frost, as thick as a thumb, with a simple shape and a simple frost pen!

In this big pen, it is full of majestic energy!

The four treasures of the study, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, Yang Ji studied poetry and books, and usually used a lot of brushes, all kinds of materials, hard hairs, wolf hairs, but only I have never seen this kind of big brush.

The moment his eyes made contact, Yang Ji felt that his breathing was stagnant, and his whole soul seemed to be attracted to it.

After eight years of studying, since practicing martial arts, Yang Ji has shifted his entire focus. The Han Dynasty respected strength, and in this world of martial arts and gods, Wendao had little future.

Therefore, since he practiced martial arts, Wen Dao was almost slowly forgotten by Yang Ji.

But at this moment, seeing this frosty brush, Yang Ji had a feeling that his heart of literature and Taoism was suddenly awakened, rejuvenated, and revived.

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

Yang Ji muttered to himself, completely taken away by God. I have never seen such a pen, bright, righteous, not only full of so-called powerful energy, but also contains the faithfulness, courtesy, filial piety, benevolence and ...... inherited since ancient times.

A pen seems to contain the essence of the whole Confucianism!

"The historian is right, it turns out that this is the legendary Confucian treasure of Wanfenling. ”

Yang Ji was excited, walked to the center of the space, and unconsciously picked up this big pen. A warrior has the strength of a thousand catties, and such a large amount of frost is nothing at all.

But the moment Yang Ji picked it up, he seemed to have the weight of Mount Tai, and there seemed to be an extra kind of morality and responsibility in his heart.

"Benevolence and Righteousness ......"

Yang Ji read out the three ancient seal characters on Shuanghao's large pen. While seeing these three words clearly, Yang Ji couldn't help but feel stunned.

"Do it when you know what you can't do, and do what you can do but don't do it", the meaning of these two sentences, Yang Ji didn't understand until now.

Loyalty, filial piety, courtesy, and righteousness are the great righteousness of Confucianism and the great righteousness of humanity.

Yang Ji didn't know which sage left this big pen in ancient times, and it was obvious that he had a lot of expectations for the latecomers here.

Yang Ji didn't know if he was really worthy of the entrustment and expectations of this ancient sage. I don't know if I'm worthy of this benevolent pen.

"Buzz!"

The earth shook and the sky shook, and the drastic changes in Wanfenling were transmitted here without any mistakes, even if they were separated by a layer of space. The large pen of benevolence and righteousness in his hand vibrated like a long sword trying to rush out of its sheath.

"Almost. ”

Yang Ji took a deep breath, then took out the "Book of Great Confucianism" in the center of his eyebrows, and with a flash of light, a huge book immediately appeared in Yang Ji's hand.

Yang Ji's left hand is a book, and his right hand is like a Confucian in the Wendao era, with a book in his hand and a stroke in his hand, echoing each other.

Airplanes!

The aura of the surroundings was swarming like a tide, and Yang Ji's "Book of Great Confucianism" had not yet been filled. But this moment, almost instantaneously, was filled with energy.

At the end of the book, the "Little Sacred Words" lit up again. This meant that Yang Ji could use the Little Sacred Words Technique again.

"Boom!"

Looking at the few words of the little sage technique, without any hesitation, Yang Ji immediately displayed this Confucian mastery. The next moment, with a boom, the sky shook, and a milky white pillar of light fell from the sky and penetrated Yang Ji's body.

The injuries suffered in the previous hard battle with the Evil Dao Prince and the Skeleton Ghost King were healed almost instantly. And Yang Ji's depleted energy also reached its peak at this moment.

"Buzz!"

A bright light flashed in Yang Ji's eyes, and his body jumped out of the boulder suddenly......

"What is this?"

The moment the light of the Little Saint Word Technique penetrated the heavens and the earth, at the bottom of the Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge, the Skeleton Ghost King suddenly raised his head and changed his face in an instant.

As a creature born from the Qi of Heaven and Earth to Yin, the Skeleton Ghost King was very sensitive to the scorching blood qi of a warrior, let alone this kind of majestic qi.

For a moment, the Skeleton Ghost King even thought that the mysterious rock underneath was about to explode.

For that big stone, the Skeleton Ghost King had a deep fear and fear. This came from the depths of his soul, because from the moment he was born in Hazy, the Skeleton Ghost King had felt that the energy in that boulder was suppressing him, as well as all the other energies similar to himself in the Ten Thousand Grave Mountains.

Most of the yin qi that he absorbed from heaven and earth was lost because of this suppressive power. Less than one percent of the energy actually flows into one's body.

Because of this, the time of his true birth has been delayed by thousands of years. It wasn't until he met that group of people and found a way to move this stone to a depth of nearly a hundred miles underground that he had a way to get rid of this oppression.

This is the kindness of life, and although it is a spirit, it knows it. So from then on, they worked hard and complained, and as long as they had any instructions, they did it. R1152