Tianyin cultists from all directions came to kill again, and Li Chen couldn't take care of Yang Ji. With his fists together, the blood furnace exploded, and an overwhelming wave of blood energy erupted...
Whoosh!
Yang Ji jumped up and quickly rushed to the side of the Black Sword Sect's senior brother "Chen Zhu". Chen Zhu was sweeping away the black-clothed believers around him, and was obviously startled when he saw Yang Ji.
"Senior Brother Chen, please give me a helping hand."
Yang Jidao. At this time, the only person he can trust is Chen Zhu.
Chen Zhu was startled and quickly reacted.
"I understand. Don't worry. Zhao Ming, Wang Bo, you two, please resist."
Without saying anything, Chen Zhu suddenly slapped Yang Ji on the shoulder. His realm cultivation level was even stronger than that of Yang Ji. The moment he slapped his palm down, a powerful spiritual power poured into Yang Ji's body along with his blood.
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With Chen Zhu's help, the two's mental powers merged into one. Yang Ji's mental power was instantly exposed.
boom!
The world in front of him disappeared in an instant. In the boundless darkness, Yang Ji first felt the "literary pen and ink" on his body, shrinking and swallowing the light.
And in the direction where the light was blowing, through the layers of darkness and fog, Yang Ji suddenly felt...a ball of light, majestic and pure.
"How can it be?"
Yang Ji was shocked and instantly broke away from the induction of mental power.
"What's wrong? Did you find anything?"
Chen Zhu said in surprise.
"Wait a minute and help me again."
Yang Ji closed his eyes and felt it carefully. This time, through the darkness, Yang Ji once again felt the power of the second group of light.
That ball of light is not powerful like a candle in the wind, but it is extremely tenacious. Even though the darkness is so powerful, it cannot destroy it.
More importantly, in this faint light, Yang Ji felt an imperceptible soul fluctuation. The center of the fluctuation was the huge "evil spirit" in front of him.
Yang Ji was completely stunned. After such an ancient and long time, the soul of this skeleton seemed not to be destroyed yet.
The Tianyin Sect collected bones and used rituals to resurrect this "horrible bone", but it also seemed to have resurrected the primitive consciousness of this terrible bone.
"Could this be the consciousness of evil spirits, but why is it so similar to humans?"
Yang Ji was filled with doubts.
Boom!
The earth shook, blood bursts appeared in the sky, and the huge formation restriction shrank again.
Yang Ji's heart sank, and countless thoughts ran through his mind.
The power of the evil spirit is getting stronger and stronger. Yang Ji has even seen some strong structures in its body. If we don't hurry up, everyone will die here.
And a new evil god will also be born on the eastern border of the Han Dynasty.
Thinking of this, Yang Ji's eyes suddenly became firm. The light that Chen Zhu helped him sense was very similar to the breath of "Literary Saint's Pen and Ink". Yang Ji had a feeling that if he wanted to leave here, everyone's hope
I'm afraid it falls on a piece of "literary sage's pen and ink".
Whether it was to find out the truth or to save himself, Yang Ji felt that he had to take a chance.
Chapter completed!