The Boat cannot penetrate human bones.

The dense skeletons rushed to his face, and Yang Ji had to control the boat on the ground, carefully dodging the bones of these dead corpses buried underground. At the same time, it sank deep into the ground.

"There are too many corpses, no wonder it is called Ten Thousand Graves, and there are thousands of people buried here, not to mention 10,000. ”

Yang Ji said secretly in his heart. Through the pale yellow halo emitted by the earthly boat, Yang Ji saw the dense human bones like a forest, and rushed towards him one after another.

All around is a strong yin qi, dead qi and evil qi, and everything here is unknown. In addition to the evil path, there are only a handful of sect disciples who have penetrated deep into the underground of Ten Thousand Tombs.

No one knew that the Martial Sect-level Skeleton Ghost King was hiding there, Yang Ji didn't dare to be careless, restrained the breath of his whole body, and cautiously walked forward.

There was silence all around, only the sound of his own heartbeat.

Yang Ji held his breath, and while diving, he communicated with the "Book of Great Confucianism" in the center of his eyebrows, and searched silently.

"The teacher said that there was once an emperor who sensed the aura of Haoran here, why can't I sense anything?"

Yang Ji frowned and said secretly.

In his perception, the evil qi was rolling in the Ten Thousand Graves Ridge, and it was dark, and he couldn't feel the so-called Haoran Qi at all.

Yang Ji frowned, and continued to drive the boat to the depths.

It is impossible to distinguish the direction underground, and Yang Ji can only rely on his previous memories to correct his direction.

As you move forward, you dive all the way to the surface, getting farther and farther from the surface, and the screams of those demons are gone. But the filthy and evil aura of the ground is getting heavier and heavier.

And the deeper it goes, the heavier this yin and turbid aura becomes, like an ocean, spreading this turbid evil aura day and night.

"What did this Skeleton Ghost King do?"

Yang Ji frowned deeply, the aura emanating from here was exactly the same as the evil aura he smelled elsewhere.

No doubt. The shadows that shroud the northwest sky and the evil forces that cause plants to wither are absolutely inseparable from the Ten Thousand Graves.

The underground was dark, and Yang Ji couldn't feel the existence of any other creature underground. It seems that in this world, there is no one else's existence except him.

In this dark ring, the passage of time is not felt.

Yang Ji can only estimate by himself.

About a cup of tea. Yang Ji suddenly shook his whole body, only to feel that in the depths of the earth about a mile away, two strong life breaths appeared in his perception like a burning sun.

Their aura is very powerful, mighty, like a storm. And it appeared naked in Yang Ji's perception, without the slightest concealment, and there was no intention of concealment.

"Martial Arts Sixfold Martial Artist Level!"

Yang Ji's eyelids jumped, and a look of surprise flashed on his face: "What is this?"

These two things gave him a very powerful feeling, almost all of which were very different from the original "Yi Xiantian". They are filled with a strong breath of life. This is something that no other life can have.

Ten Thousand Graves Ridge is the territory of the Skeleton Ghost King, but Yang Ji can be sure that these two vibrant things are definitely not the Skeleton Ghost King.

And in the depths of the earth, there should be no life.

For a while, Yang Ji couldn't help but be curious.

"Go over and see. ”

Yang Ji's heart moved, and he immediately drove the boat to turn into a streamer. The fog boiled deep underground, and the distance of a mile was instantaneous.

"What's going on? Why is there such a heavy smell of decay in the air!"

Before he got closer, Yang Ji smelled a strong smell of decay, like a wooden door that had been rotting underground for thousands of years.

Yang Ji didn't dare to be careless. The breath was converging to the extreme. From a distance, look at it from a distance.

Yang Ji's current spiritual power is extremely powerful. has surpassed Yang Xuanlan. In terms of spiritual power, Yang Ji can already suppress all general-level opponents.

It's dark underground, and the eyes don't work. The only thing that works is mental power.

The advantage of this is that even if you are face-to-face, as long as you don't sense it with your mental power, you can't find each other.

Yang Ji recovered the blood and qi on the earthly boat. Even the man and the boat lay motionless in the ground like a dead thing. The surrounding soil rushed like water, quickly squeezing Yang Ji into a solid knot.

Without the power of the Earth Boat, it would be impossible for Yang Ji to separate the mud layer underground.

"At least a quarter of an hour, there will be no problems. ”

Yang Ji lies in the depths of the earth. I said secretly in my heart.

The first thing to train on the path of martial arts is the breathing ability, to reach the tenth stage of breathing, take a breath, even if there is no air around, it is easy to support for a quarter of an hour, without pressure.

Yang Ji held his breath, his heart beat to the minimum, and he lay motionless on the ground.

At this time, if you don't see it with your own eyes, it feels like Yang Ji is exactly the same as the mud, sand, soil, and bones that can be seen everywhere underground, and there is no difference.

"Buzz!"

As soon as Yang Ji's eyes closed, when he opened them again, his spiritual power suddenly expanded to the extreme, and then radiated like a tide. The next moment, Yang Ji seemed to open another pair of eyes, and all the qiē in the ground, from the rocks and fine sand, were all in full view.

"What a strange river!"

The moment the spiritual power emanated, the first thing Yang Ji saw was a yellow "river". This underground yellow "river" is filthy and heavy, and exudes a strong smell of decay and evil in all directions.

That yin and evil taste was extremely pure, even more powerful than the most powerful evil martial artist Yang Ji had ever come into contact with.

This river is very "pure", although there are many insects in the underground of Wanfen Ridge because of the gathering of dead bodies, but this river is clean, and no insect dares to climb into this river.

"Danger!"

A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and he almost instinctively felt jealous of this filthy river. He had a feeling that the water in this river seemed to be very restrained by the blood of the warriors.

That kind of nature is diametrically opposed to the masculinity and scorching of the martial artist's blood, and Yang Ji also felt that there was a very strong corrosive nature in this river.

This corrosive nature even made Yang Ji's spiritual power feel a slight burning pain.

"It's not groundwater at all, it's not an underground river. How could there be such a thing under Ten Thousand Grave Ridge?"

Yang Ji's brows furrowed thickly.

This yellow "river" forms an arc, as if it is guarding something. Yang Ji was cautious. Diverged consciousness, slowly waded through this dangerous river, and spread towards the two strong breaths of life in the perception.

The next moment, an unexpected discovery appears.

"It's ...... Looks like a dungeon?!"

Yang Ji lay in the dirt, and his heart shook fiercely. In the depths of the earth of this Ten Thousand Tombs, there is actually a huge cyan palace.

The palace is huge. Yang Ji's consciousness could not be covered at all. It was only when his consciousness came into contact with this palace that Yang Ji knew what was going on with the river outside.

"This yellow river turned out to be a moat, which was used to guard this underground palace. ”

Yang Ji was stunned. Memories of the area where the yellow, decaying river passes through the periphery is precisely the area that surrounds this underground palace and isolates it from the prying eyes of outsiders.

"The palace made of bronze has been spotted with copper and looks very old...... , is this the palace of the Skeleton Ghost King?"

Yang Ji was surprised in his heart.

This was an unexpected discovery.

There is a mysterious palace underneath the Ten Thousand Tombs, which has never been heard of before. Yang Ji can be sure that Zhao Hua and Pan Chen definitely don't know.

Even the elders of the major sects probably don't know much.

Ten Thousand Graves Ridge is the territory of the Skeleton Ghost King. There is an underground palace underground, and it is impossible for it not to know. Yang Ji suspected that this was probably its secret lair.

"This river is definitely not natural, but artificially cast to guard this underground palace. The Skeleton Ghost King was afraid that the sect's warriors would encircle and suppress it, so he set up this moat to stop other warriors from ......"

Yang Ji had one after another in his mind, there were not many rivers in a place like Wanfenling that could be used to stop the martial artists, and there were only a handful of them that could play this role.

"Could it be...... This is what the gatekeeper said about Yellow Springs?"

The thought crossed my mind. Yang Ji's heart suddenly pounded, and he felt a stream of blood rushing to his face. There are not many things that can make a warrior jealous. Huangquan is just one of them.

The gatekeeper kept asking himself to look for Yellow Spring, but he didn't expect it to be right in front of him.

Where there is a yellow spring, there must be a passage to the underworld. As long as you pass through there, you will definitely find the "obsidian" that the gatekeeper wants, and complete the transaction with the gatekeeper.

Thinking of this, Yang Ji's heart couldn't help but fluctuate twice.

"Buzz!"

Almost at the same time. It seems to have sensed Yang Ji's breath. Two powerful evil, icy auras streaked through the void and shot out.

These two breaths are one left and one right, and they are extremely powerful. Where consciousness sweeps, even space fluctuates.

"It's not good, they found out. ”

Yang Ji's heart sank. Lying on his stomach in the dirt, he shrank his breath to a point, and he didn't move, and even the spiritual power that was emitted was retracted, not allowing the slightest bit to escape.

The two powerful aura of the military general-level swept over the mud layer near Yang Ji one after another, perhaps because they didn't think that someone would invade at all, or because Yang Ji quickly fell silent, the two of them didn't seem to be too careful, they just swept around a few times, didn't find anything unusual, and took it back.

The surroundings were quiet, Yang Ji remained motionless, waited for a long time, and did not find any movement, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What the hell are these two consciousnesses?"

Yang Ji was surprised in his heart.

Those two consciousnesses burst out from the underground palace across the Yellow Spring. The moment his consciousness swept over, Yang Ji felt clearly, that strong breath of life did not look like a human at all.

No human warrior's consciousness fluctuations would have such a strong aura of death.

The strong breath of life and the strong breath of death were inseparable. But these two underground creatures are unusually harmonious, blending together without any sense of disobedience. (To be continued......)