Seeing this scene, the surrounding black-clothed believers retreated one after another with frightened expressions on their faces.
"Xiao Ji" didn't make any sense. After it killed several Tianyin cultists, it slumped back to Yang Ji's side, its vertical pupils looking around vigilantly.
"Xiao Ji, the only one who can help me now is you."
Yang Ji looked forward, faintly revealing some determination:
"During this period, I can only help you to defend me."
"His!"
Xiao Ji also felt the crisis and nodded seriously.
"Buzz!"
After his vision became clear, Yang Ji raised his head again to project the huge "evil spirit" in the clouds. His nose felt hot, and blood flowed out again, but Yang Ji ignored it and just stared hard at the huge "evil spirit". Waiting until
After recovering his mental power, he projected the huge "evil spirit" again...
The battlefield was filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and there was a bloody storm, but Yang Ji had completely forgotten all of this, as well as everything in the outside world. His eyes were calm, and only the huge "evil spirit" remained.
Yang Ji deeply understood that no matter how many Tianyin believers there were, only by getting rid of this "evil spirit" could everyone escape.
"boom!"
Just when Yang Ji's energy was exhausted again and his consciousness was almost falling into darkness, Yang Ji's mind suddenly shook, and he felt something in the endless darkness.
This kind of thing lurks in the depths of darkness, but it exudes an aura of light.
Although this light is weak, it is majestic and extremely pure. No matter how powerful the darkness is, it cannot cover it up.
"What's this?"
Yang Ji was stunned.
Opening his eyes, Yang Ji lowered his head in the direction of the induction - the bright power in the induction came from himself.
Yang Ji looked surprised, stretched out his hand into his arms, and then took out something. It was a square red sandalwood box.
The box is so small that it doesn't even have a palm.
The light that Yang Ji felt came from the red sandalwood box.
"Snapped!"
Opening the box, a page seemed to be burned, and the remaining corner of the book appeared in front of Yang Ji.
"The pen and ink of the literary saint!..."
Yang Ji looked at the broken pages in the box and was stunned. Wen Sheng's pen and ink, why is Wen Sheng's pen and ink? What does this mean?
Yang Ji's mind was filled with ups and downs. The literary master's pen and ink that appeared in front of Yang Ji was different from before. Its light was changing, hesitating, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, as if it was interacting with something and breathing each other.
Yang Ji raised his head and followed the direction of the rays of light on Wen Sheng's pen and ink. At a glance, he saw a huge flaming giant shadow, standing tall against the sky and the earth, like a mountain stretching between heaven and earth.
——"Evil Spirit"! (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!