Chapter 24 Chapter 24

Yang Yizhi was extremely unwilling to see this corpse again.However, in order to survive, he had to carefully search for everything useful to him in Viruboch. However, as soon as his hand touched Viruboch's clothes, his heart suddenly sank. The cloth tentacles are extremely cold, apparently made of special materials.Yang Yizhi once stayed in the Mandala religion, so he knew very well that the only special thing about this material produced at the foot of the Mandala Mountain is that it cannot be burned.However, there was still a trace of luck in his heart, and he searched the corpse carefully.

There is absolutely nothing on Vilubocha's body that can be burned, not to mention fire breaks, even his hair has been shaved off. Apparently, when Ji Yunshang dispatched Viliu Bocha, he had cut off every possibility of Yang Yizhi gaining light. However, since Ji Yunshang had calculated to this extent, Pi Liuli shouldn't have had Huo Zhe on his body.In other words, Yang Yizhi should have died long ago in the first battle.And now he is indeed still alive, the only reason is that Ji Yunshang doesn't want him to die so quickly. So what is waiting for him behind?Now that everything about him is controlled by Ji Yunshang, where will Ji Yunshang's next move fall?Perhaps, each of his victories is just an introduction to a more dangerous trap. Even if he can see through nine hundred and ninety-nine of them, he still cannot escape death.

Yang Yizhi only felt cold sweat dripping down his forehead. And looking around, everything has been swallowed by the boundless darkness.He doesn't even know where he came from, and where he should go now.Since they are all dead, maybe sitting here will be more stable. However, Yang Yizhi decided to stand up and walk towards him. The road gradually became rugged and narrow, and suddenly opened up at a certain time, just like walking through long tunnels one after another.Yang Yizhi supported the stone wall with one hand, so that at least he could walk in one direction instead of turning back and forth.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Yizhi gradually felt his lips dry out and his head began to feel dizzy.He didn't know how much blood he had shed from just now to now. Pi Liuli's Wuren Sword seems to be cursed by some kind of mystic demon. Once injured by it, the wound will never heal. All he wanted to do now was lie down on this cold, damp rock and sleep.However, he knew that once he lay down, he might not have the strength to get up again. Yang Yizhi supported the stone wall and moved forward step by step.Just when he was about to give up, he suddenly reached the end of the tunnel.

At the end of the tunnel is a door.A hidden stone door. Yang Yizhi put his hand on the stone door, hesitating whether to push it away. Since Ji Yunshang has included everything he can think of and see into his calculations, this door is of course no exception. What is behind the door?Is it a powerful hidden weapon coming from all over the world, or a powerful mechanism that can crush even steel?Or is it the poisonous miasma, dozens of masters who have already ambushed inside the door? Or maybe it was Ji Yunshang herself? The only thing Yang Yizhi can be sure of is that no matter what kind of situation he encounters, he has absolutely no possibility of escape.

His hands remained in the same posture as before, as if for tens of millions of years.His whole body was soaked, and he didn't know whether it was blood or sweat. Finally, he pushed lightly.The door opened without a sound. There was still darkness in front of him. At the end of the tunnel is a door, but behind the door is still a tunnel.Is this just a joke Ji Yunshang made on him? From despair to give you a great hope, so that you have the courage to go all out.However, when you bet your life, you suddenly discover that that hope is actually just a bubble deliberately set by the enemy, and your courage becomes self-indulgent.This is a great mockery, and it is also a great destruction of human will.

Yang Yizhi closed his eyes, he seemed to think that Ji Yunshang was looking at him mockingly not far away. However, he did not stop, but continued to take three steps forward. An extremely slight sound came from behind, and Yang Yizhi's heart trembled.He turned around abruptly, stretched out his hand, only to find that the door had been closed just now. He quickly groped around the walls, the cracks in the door, the top of his head, and under his feet with his hands, and then stood there silently. Where he was, turned out to be a secret room measuring a square meter.And seven of the eight sides of this secret room are made of fine steel, and each side is three feet thick.Only the stone gate was carved out of a whole piece of diamond rock, and the three steps he took just now were exactly the distance from the positive side of the gate to the negative side.

What's even more frightening is that the eight sides of the secret room are tightly fitted together, without even a gap, let alone a single person, not even a trace of air can get out.Likewise, no air can enter. Therefore, Yang Yizhi may not have to wait until he died of starvation, thirst, or excessive blood loss, as suffocation alone is enough to kill him. Yang Yizhi knew that it was impossible for him to open this secret room.No one in the world can open it—even if Ji Yunshang himself is trapped in it, he can only sit and wait to die. So Yang Yizhi simply sat down cross-legged. He decided to wait.

Waiting for death may be the longest and most painful thing in the world for a person, but it is the same for the opponent who wants to see him die.He knew that the other party would definitely not be able to resist opening the stone door to see if he was dead or not.And as long as he can be more patient than his opponent, he can see the day Shimen restarts. He reckoned that the air here would be enough for him to last seven days if he didn't eat or move and held his breath. After all these were doomed, the only variable in the matter was how long his opponent could wait. This is no longer something he can change.

Yang Yizhi sat quietly in the secret room, adjusting his breathing to the weakest frequency, which could only maintain the body's need for survival.At first he used his own pulse to keep track of the time.After about two hours, he began to think of many things. When he was a child, he could not remember the days when he played games.From five o'clock to late at night every day, what he should do is to read and practice calligraphy with his husband, and he will not see his father back from court until evening.But his father just kept a straight face and asked him what he had learned today, and then left a topic on economics and economics as an evening class.Later, even the husband couldn't bear to hide it for him, so his husband changed quickly.

Mother would tell him some stories from "Zuo Zhuan" and "Historical Records" from time to time, nothing more than to let him be loyal to the emperor and serve the country in the future, and relieve the people.However, in his childhood, the only memory that could be a happy memory was the time with his sister. He only saw his biological sister Yang Jing for the first time when he was fourteen years old.At the age of fifteen, he was kicked out of the house by his father and wandered in the rivers and lakes.He originally wanted to take Yang Jing with him, but he didn't. Ten years later he learned of her death. He spent his entire youth in the wild and miasma.The ridicule, the cold eyes, and the scars on his body almost made every inch of his heart stiff.There is only one reason why he survived: he is the only son of Yang Jisheng, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, and he must not die in a place where no one knows. At the age of twenty-one, he finally escaped from the mandala formation full of miasma and wildness.Almost as soon as he set foot in the rivers and lakes, he inexplicably sat on the highest position coveted by thousands of people in the martial arts world, and then he was placed in the most complicated and complicated network of relationships, and he could never escape. In fact, he is by no means a simple-minded person. He knows that his appointment as the leader of the martial arts alliance is really a conspiracy, which involves extremely complicated conflicts of interests among various martial arts factions.Because he knows that he has more important things to do, and to accomplish one thing, he must have a certain strength.So no matter what the original wishes of the elders of the major factions were, this young man still took things into his own hands step by step. Perhaps his limelight is far less than that of Zhuo Wangsun, the leader of the Huayin Pavilion, but every little bit is enough to seal the mouths of those veterans. From this alone, he can be regarded as a legendary figure in the arena in recent decades. White clothes like snow, celebrity demeanor, this is the evaluation of him by the people in the world; the leader of the martial arts, the success of a young man, the undefeated record of only one move against the enemy, is the envy of every young man in the martial arts. Who would have thought that this legendary figure is now imprisoned in a secret room more than ten feet square, waiting helplessly for death to come? If he had known this earlier, perhaps it would have been better to fight Zhuo Wangsun at sea in advance when he was on the Dawei Tianchao. It's better to soak up the blue waves with hot blood than to drain it slowly here. By the next day, this annoyance and frustration almost turned into anger.In the hopeless darkness, silently counting one's own pulse to count the coming of death is a great shame.Several times Yang Yizhi couldn't help but wanted to jump up and fight this secret room to the death, or simply pierce his heart with a sword, but he never moved.He knew that patience was now his only weapon. On the fourth day, Yang Yizhi felt that he could no longer support himself, his whole body seemed to be collapsing, and every nerve was rapidly failing.The fear of death has become a reality, pressing heavily between the eyebrows.He almost doubted whether he had died the moment before, and the weak pulse was just his illusion or the echo of his life, but he still didn't move.Because when all reliance is lost, what he should do is to completely abandon these things and rely more on himself. On the fifth day, the pain gradually receded, and a kind of illusory joy came to my heart instead.He began to fantasize about the moment when his opponent opened the stone gate.He thought about more than 700 possibilities and more than 3,000 changes, and how he could break out of the secret room with one blow in these changes.During this process, he seemed to be able to hear his failing heart suddenly become extremely excited, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.He had to force himself to calm down.As a result of this excitement, he may not last until the seventh day.Every minute of your time is precious these days. On the sixth day, a subtle change occurred in his body, that is to say, he could see or feel something in complete darkness.Although it was very blurry at first, it gradually became clearer.He can clearly perceive the height and width of the secret room, the color and pattern of the stone door, and even his sitting posture and demeanor at the moment.He was pleasantly surprised by this at first, but then he slowly returned to normal, and regarded this as the power he already had, but he had been forgotten before. Lost because of him and gained because of him, what joy is there? On the seventh day he thought nothing of it.All the senses of the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, mind and body, and the thoughts of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy in the heart recede like the tide. There is no awareness of coming, and ignorance of going, leaving only the most ethereal moonlight. All potential spirits are illuminated within, and all emptiness is reversed.At the same time, he also clearly knew that his life had come to an end. At this moment, the door finally opened. Yang Yizhi could feel that Bishamon slowly pushed the door, took a step, and lifted his foot, and then one foot suddenly stopped three inches from the ground, and even the layer of blue dust under his feet was clearly visible. Yang Yizhi could even feel that countless thoughts were swirling in Bishamon's mind - finding that the opponent was still alive, surprised, surprised, calmed down for a moment, thinking of a way to kill the opponent with one move as quickly as possible. Although these events are just a momentary event, they can be deciphered into distinct fragments in Yang Yizhi's mind. Yang Yizhi's thoughts were also running fast, and those escape plans that had been considered for more than a thousand times rushed to his mind at the same time.Yet he never moved. At this very moment, Bishamon flicked his right wrist, and a huge shadow bloomed on his hand, spinning rustlingly.The fierce wind tore the surrounding air into a vortex. It was a demon umbrella made by Ugin. Once the umbrella is opened, it will rotate rapidly under the urging of the owner's internal force. The edge of the umbrella is sharper than the blade of a knife. It is said that it can even cut the horns on the top of the devil's head. And that's not the worst part. What's more frightening is that when the umbrella rotates to the fastest speed, the blood shadow needle hidden in the umbrella bone will be shot out.It is said that each of them is like a celestial maiden scattered flowers, incarnated into hundreds of billions, everywhere. No one knows whether it is considered the strongest hidden weapon in the world, but there is a bizarre legend - the moment the hidden weapon is fired, a rainbow-like bewitching and dazzling light will burst out in front of the eyes.Just this brilliance is enough to make anyone give up resistance and willingly die in the embrace of this dazzling brilliance. However, time has passed, and there is still no light and no sound in the darkness. Bishamon's hand was still tightly gripping the handle of the umbrella, and the knuckles between his fingers were already pale. The demon umbrella had stopped spinning, and it opened in midair.The incomparably domineering arrogance, as well as the legendary mystical light, seemed to be frozen in that moment at the same time. Yang Yizhi's hand was already lightly pointing at Bishamon's throat. Bishamon seems to still refuse to believe that Yang Yizhi's shots are so fast and accurate. Or it wasn't too fast, he had already seen Yang Yizhi's gesture clearly, but he still couldn't dodge it. Bishamon looked at Yang Yizhi's bloodless face in horror, and said word by word: "Impossible..." Yang Yizhi said lightly: "It was indeed impossible seven days ago." Bishamon murmured: "Could it be that these seven days..." Yang Yizhi sighed: "If you can be like me, don't eat or move for seven days, have nothing, and all the memories and emotions pass through your mind, you must be able to understand a lot of things." Bishamon was silent for a while, and then said, "What if I wait for three more days?" Yang Yizhi shook his head and said, "No need, one more day and I will die." Wait for another three days, no matter how well Yang Yizhi can illuminate the sky inside and return to the original, he still cannot escape death.For a pile of rotten bones in a secret room, no matter what he has comprehended during his lifetime, whether he is the best in the world or not is useless.This truth couldn't be simpler, but Bishamon just couldn't understand it.Maybe even if you understand, you still can't help but want to open this door. Bishamon stared at him, his eyes gradually turned cold, and said: "I really deserve to die..." When he finished saying this, he seemed to be dead, his green eyes were dimmed, as if covered with a layer of darkness. Ashes.Bishamon paused for a long time, then sighed softly and said, "You can do it." Yang Yizhi withdrew his hand and said flatly: "I don't need to." After saying that, he turned and walked out. Because he believed that the person in front of him had already lost. A person whose heart is dead, even if his body is still alive, is useless.What's more, in the past seven days, he was really tired of the blood all over his body—whether it was his own or the enemy's. But this time, he was wrong. As soon as he stepped out of the door of the secret room, the demon umbrella in Bishamon's hand had already opened, and the blood shadow needles came overwhelmingly from behind him! Yang Yizhi never expected that Bishamon would attack him at this time. Fortunately, however, his back was facing Bishamon.So he didn't have the chance to see the most beautiful light in the legend, so he had the possibility to avoid it; fortunately, he had already reached the door, and he only needed to glance to the side, and the stone door, which was more than ten feet thick, could help him block the overwhelming light. Most of the Blood Shadow Needles. That being the case, his extremely weak body had completely disobeyed orders, and he fell heavily to the ground as soon as he escaped from the cover of the blood shadow needle.This hiding can be described as extremely embarrassing.This is unprecedented since his debut. Although his life has been full of ups and downs, he has always been a gentleman with self-respect, Zhuo Zhuoqingju, just like a celebrity in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, but a little less decadent and a little more chivalrous.The leader of the martial arts alliance, dressed in white like snow, with a sword against wind and moon, never hits again if he misses a move, is still a legend in many people's minds. But now, he was lying on the ground with ragged clothes, his hair was soaked in blood, he couldn't stop panting, and his whole body was almost drenched in cold sweat. And this happened to be when he first comprehended the Sword of Nothingness. Things in the world, legends and reality are far from the same.If you tell the world the reality, everyone would rather not believe it.In the eyes of the legendary person himself, this is not a kind of irony. Thinking of this, Yang Yizhi wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.Thirteen of those blood shadow magic needles still pierced him. Although luckily none of them were critical, the pain in the spine made it difficult for him to even breathe. If at this time, Bishamon chased him out, needless to say unfolding the demon umbrella, if he just gave him a palm, he would be completely dead. However, Bishamon did not. After a long time, there was a sound of a human body falling to the ground in the secret room.Bishamon finally committed suicide. Yang Yizhi didn't look at him at all, just lay quietly on the ground, waited until he could barely sit up, and then pulled out the blood shadow needles on his body one by one. He really didn't want to go any further.However, he knew that Ji Yunshang had arranged for him to be the last opponent, the Heavenly King of the East, Duoluozha.Only after defeating him can you see Ji Yunshang. And what will happen after seeing Ji Yunshang, Yang Yizhi no longer thinks about it.