"Wow! It's such a big piece of world crystal, at least more than 100,000 yuan." Shangguan Wu exclaimed.
"Senior brother, quickly absorb the condensed inner world. After more than a hundred years, take us out to kill everyone." She said waving her hands excitedly.
"This location is very secret. During my retreat, you should not contact others or expose your whereabouts." Yang Ji warned.
"Senior brother, don't worry." Zhong Jun and others nodded.
"Yang Ji, you can practice with peace of mind, we will protect you." Yan Zhan said.
"Yeah!" Yang Ji nodded and sat down cross-legged.
Condensing the inner world requires the use of divine Yin. Whether it is her identity as the Taichu Divine Tree or the origin of divine thunder, Yang Ji does not want the rotten wooden box to see it.
So, he moved it to a secret place in the world of mountains and seas, where no one could come into contact with it, lest it be deceived by him.
After doing this, Yang Ji grabbed a world crystal, absorbed the power of the world in it, and began to condense the inner world.
Cultivation takes no time.
Time also passes day by day.
One year.
Two years.
Three years.
Four years.
The wind blows, and the grass and trees wither.
More than one hundred and thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye.
There is only one year left before the end of the true inheritance assessment.
In these more than a hundred years, countless treasure places have been opened and countless true talismans have appeared.
Everyone fought and competed, eliminating countless geniuses.
The circle of death is also getting smaller and smaller, and has reached outside this ancient battlefield.
In such a small place, all the geniuses from all races gathered, and almost all those who could survive came here.
Everyone formed groups and the atmosphere became very subtle.
For more than a hundred years, the demon forces and the geniuses of the Taichu world have fought countless battles, and each has suffered losses.
The two camps were almost fighting to the death, and the fight was more brutal than any other force.
The weak ones are eliminated, and those who remain are almost all strong ones with strength.
Other camps are also killing each other, competing for the true talisman, and eliminating the weak.
Although there are 10,000 true inheritance talismans, there are only 3,000 places, so some people are destined to be unable to achieve true inheritance.
In the later stages, the fighting becomes more brutal, because except for the first true successor.
There is also a ranking, the top 100 true biography ranking.
This ranking looks at the number of true talismans.
Whoever has more true talismans will remove the first true talisman and select the top 100 true talismans from most to least.
There is no specific ranking for these top 100 true disciples, only one top 100 honor, but this honor will bring them more blessings from the Immortal King.
This blessing will increase their success rate by nearly 20% when they cross the tribulation in the future.
This is absolutely crazy.
Geniuses from all over the world, for the sake of the glory of the first hundred, and for this gift, will take action to snatch the true talisman.
No one knows whether they have enough true legends in their hands, so the more they grab, the better chance they have of becoming one of the top 100 true legends.
It is precisely because of this rule that at the end of every true inheritance assessment, fewer than 3,000 people will achieve true inheritance.
This last year was undoubtedly full of blood and tragedy.
In this turbulent last year, in a secret realm of space, a young man slowly opened his eyes.
The ancient battlefield, atop a dilapidated ruins.
A tragedy is going on to snatch the true talisman.
A group of geniuses from the Yaksha clan surrounded ten disciples of the Wuji Dao Sect, smiling proudly.
"You ten little mice thought that after you obtained ten True Legend Talismans, you could become the True Legend by hiding deep underground? Were you forced out by us?" A Yaksha clan genius said with a proud smile.
"Hand over the true talisman or die!" Another Yaksha genius said coldly.
"I hate the people of the Wuji Dao Sect. If we don't make friends with them, we will die!" Suddenly, several more Yaksha clan geniuses flew in from afar, and the leading man said with a murderous look on his face.
"You want to kill us? Senior Brother Yang Ji will not let you go!" the disciple of Wuji Dao Sect said sternly, with a slight flash of expression, he actually mentioned Yang Ji's reputation.
"Huh, Yang Ji? He hasn't shown his face for more than a hundred years. He probably died in some treasure place." The man who led the Yasha clan said, his expression even colder. With murderous intent overflowing, he sneered, "Don't you guys? It's okay to mention him, but if you mention him, it won't be as easy as simply dying, I will slowly torture you to death."
"Really?" Suddenly, an extremely cold voice came down from high in the sky.
A big foot fell from the sky, it can be said that it was without scruples, covering all the Yasha clan below, trying to crush them all with one kick!
The ten Yaksha clan standing below are either leaders or immortal figures. Not only are they noble among the Yaksha clan, but they are also revered in this true battlefield. How could anyone dare to attack them so arrogantly?
Everyone is angry!
This step towards the genius of the Yaksha tribe was truly unbridled, arrogant and extremely powerful!
Below, none of the ten disciples of the Wuji Dao Sect were unmoved. Their pupils shrank in shock, their mouths opened wide, and they were nervously paying attention.
"Who is it? Looking for death like this?" The genius of the Yaksha clan has his own arrogance. One of the powerful men on the Immortal Ranking roared angrily and looked up.
Others are also murderous.
"Who is this voice?" The expression of the leader of the Yaksha Clan's Immortal Ranking Genius suddenly changed. He raised his head in panic. His pupils shrank sharply when he saw what he saw. Isn't that the powerful Killing Star from a hundred years ago? ?
"No, hurry~wuwuwuwu~" Before he could utter the word "escape", he was pushed back by the extremely strong wind blowing from top to bottom.
Although this kick is not fast, it is extremely powerful and locks the space in all directions.
"puff!"
The roaring man was the first to suffer the consequences. He vomited blood first, his body was shaken violently, and cracks appeared. He could not bear the pressure at all, and was immediately pressed to the ground.
The expressions of the others also changed, their bodies cracked, they were suppressed and hit the ground.
Only the man who was the leader of the Yaksha clan was struggling to hold on. At this moment, a huge wave of terror was also set off in his heart, and he was extremely shocked: "He has become stronger, has he become stronger? With just one kick, he can imprison the ten directions of space and suppress it. I can’t move!”
If Yang Ji attacks forcefully, it will definitely be a decisive blow. At this moment, he is so powerful that it is unparalleled. The power of the world is really like an abyss and an ocean, blessing under his feet, sealing the ten directions, and everything will be suppressed.
Like a high mountain, he landed majestically, his big feet remained unchanged, and even more terrifying fluctuations were caused.
The leading man finally couldn't hold on anymore, his body cracked, a mouthful of old blood spurted out, and his energy and energy instantly succumbed.
A foot stepped directly on the top of his head, bang! With a roar, he was stepped hard into the ground.
The power shook them open, and the geniuses of the Yaksha clan who were suppressed on the ground exploded on the spot, their souls were annihilated, and they could no longer die.
Yang Ji looked cold, moved his right foot away, inserted his five fingers into the ground, and grabbed Mi Fang, who looked miserable.
The five fingers just clenched hard, click, click, click!
Seven or eight of Mi Fang's ribs were crushed by Yang Ji on the spot, and several large chunks of flesh and blood flew out. The red blood rained down, spreading an arc in the air, which was extremely tragic.
"ah……"
Mi Fang was in pain to the core. His chest was cracked and several bones were missing. The blood was gurgling and his body was covered in bright red blood. He screamed with disheveled hair, which was heartbreaking.
He had just obtained hundreds of true talismans, and before he had the chance to obtain the glory of the first hundred true talismans and experience the feeling of being admired by everyone and being the only one to be respected, he suffered a fatal blow today, and his invincible will to cultivate Taoism almost collapsed.
"You took my treasure back then, and today you want to kill people from my sect. You are even more hostile to me. You die today!" Yang Ji was like a god, his voice was majestic and domineering, which was too shocking.
He felt very upset that Mi Fang was crushed to death like this, so he immediately threw it up.
"Yang Ji, you are dead, you are dead, you and I are irreconcilable!" Seeing that he had a chance to escape, Mi Fang soared into the sky and screamed wildly.
"Irreconcilable? You will die today!" Yang Ji couldn't help but sneer. His inner world had been condensed to the extreme, and the power of the world had doubled. It had already been sealed in ten directions, so there was no way this Mi Fang could escape.
At this moment, I just want him to see the opportunity to kill him.
Mikata flew several miles away and was shocked to discover this fact. There seemed to be an invisible giant wall standing in the air in front of him, and he couldn't get past it. This made his expression change drastically.
From behind, Yang Jiti came to attack with a punch. His fist was waving, and the wind of his fist was powerful. In an instant, he came to Mi Fang and punched out.
boom!
Blood spattered and Mifan yelled. This time, his shoulders exploded together, and his two arms shattered into dozens of white bones. Flesh and blood flew in all directions, and he was covered in red blood.
Originally a genius on the Immortal List, he was infinitely close to the top ten figures on the Immortal List. He was so high and mighty. How could he ever be so miserable?
At this moment, there is no longer any power of genius.
"Yang Ji..." Mi Fang roared, his eyes filled with hatred. This was the most miserable battle in his history. He was so angry that his liver was about to burn.
"If you die today, I will punch you until you explode!" Yang Ji stood in the sky like a demon god.
"ah……"
Mi Fang yelled, so angry that Yang Ji treated him so hard that he almost broke his teeth.
He knew that today was a bad day, and rather than being killed sooner or later, it would be better to take someone as a back-up.
Boom!
Mi Fang's whole body erupted with green flames. He used his full potential and did not kill Yang Ji. Instead, he aimed murderous intent at the ten disciples of the Wuji Dao Sect below.
"Yang Ji, don't you want to save them? Today I will kill them in front of you!" Mi Fang made a desperate move, and with the determination to die, he killed downwards, using his full burning potential.
"Ignorance!" Yang Ji shook his head, "No one can be cruel in the air that I have imprisoned. You can only move if I ask you to move. You must be determined if I ask you to do so!"
After finishing the words, Mi Fang, who had a murderous look on his face, was shocked to find that he really couldn't move. The space around him was squeezed like never before, imprisoning his body.
Yang Ji flew indifferently, with a powerful punch, a heavy and fast punch, with surging energy, he hit Mi Fang on the chin, and his teeth mixed with red blood flew dozens of feet away, exploding in the air.
Click!
And the next moment, Mi Fang's jaw bone was shattered and fell off, blood splattered everywhere, it was terrible to see.
There is no suspense about this battle!
Oh no, this massacre has reached this point. If no one intervenes, Mi Fang will definitely die. There are miracles in the world, but the reason why they are called miracles means that they are extremely difficult to happen.
puff!
Yang Ji flew up in the air and blasted Mi Fang's head with his fist. White brains and blood splashed ten feet high. A roll of spiritual fire in his palm burned his body clean, leaving not even a single residue.
"ah……"
Mi Fang is frightened, angry, panicked, desperate... The soul is uncertain, and all kinds of negative emotions burst out.
"Huh? Where's the treasure gourd? Where did you put the treasure gourd?" Yang Ji narrowed his eyes slightly and burned Mi Fang's body, but he didn't see the treasure gourd.
"Bold madman, stop!" Just when Yang Ji pinched Mi Fang's soul and asked about the whereabouts of the treasure gourd, a sharp shout came from the horizon.
A flash of black light flashed, but a flying knife as black as ink struck, intending to cut off Yang Ji's head.
This is actually the God-Beheading Sword, a terrifying weapon that is specially designed to kill Yuanshen. There are many methods of sacrificial refining, but few people have made it.
Now, there was such a sword, slashing at Yang Ji, trying to kill him.
"The God-Slaying Sword? That's right, I'll take it!" Yang Ji remained motionless and didn't even dodge. He raised his palm and took the God-Slaying Sword under the shocked looks of everyone.
The God-Slaying Sword shook wildly, its light was shocking to the sky, but even his palm could not touch it, and it was actually imprisoned in the palm of his hand.
The next scene shocked everyone even more. They saw Yang Ji clenching his five fingers, and power exploded in his palms. With a buzzing sound, the trembling God-Slaying Sword instantly became silent.
And on the other side, poof! Among the people who came, one person looked up to the sky and spit out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Yang Ji and said with a look of horror on his face: "You cut off my connection with the God-Slaying Sword?"
It was at this time that Yang Ji looked over, holding the God-killing Sword in one hand and Mi Fang's Yuanshen in the other.
Twenty people came, all from the Yaksha tribe, and among them was a luxurious chariot.
At the front of the chariot stood a man with three heads and six arms, a ferocious face, and a green head. He was tall and slender, with phoenix eyes. He glared at Yang Ji and shouted: "Who are you? Let Mi Fang go." "
"Let go? I'll kill you too!" Yang Ji sneered, jumped up again, and crushed them with his big feet.
Boom!
This kick formed a shock wave, causing all of them to fall sideways, like a thunderbolt.
At the same time, the man with phoenix eyes roared angrily and tried to resist, but was pushed back hundreds of feet away.
when!
Yang Ji stepped on the luxurious chariot, causing it to fall apart immediately.
At this moment, the disciples of the Wuji Dao Sect were silent, and the Yaksha tribe was also silent, too shocked and angry to speak.
This man was so powerful that he destroyed their saint's chariot when he came up and broke it with his foot. He was so arrogant that he showed no fear.
"It's actually a woman!"
The ten disciples of the Wuji Dao Sect were surprised, and Yang Ji was also surprised. They were not surprised that she was a woman, but were surprised by her appearance and temperament.
The chariot was overturned, but the woman sat motionless on the cushions. She was terrifyingly calm and looked like an empress.
Although she is sitting, it can be seen that she is tall, has beautiful long hair, and has clear eyes with a little spiritual light.
Her skin is as white as jade, smooth and tender. Her whole person is transcendent in the world, and her temperament is outstanding. She is like a goddess of the Nine Heavens, with unparalleled grace.
The men of the Yasha tribe are generally extremely ugly, while the women are very similar to the women of the human race and are very beautiful. Especially the woman in front of him is extremely beautiful.
As cold as an empress, as noble as a fairy!
(End of chapter)
