"His!"
Taking a deep breath, Yang Ji slowed down his breathing and pushed the blood and energy in his body. The energy and spirit slowly reached the peak with the blood and energy, and then he slowly stretched out a finger.
"boom!"
In Yang Ji's feeling, it was like a thunderbolt struck the top of his head, thunder roared in his ears, strong wind blew, and at the same time, a huge suction force came from his fingers.
Buzz, Yang Ji's mind was shaken, and his whole consciousness was sucked in instantly. At the same time, the blood in his body also leaked crazily...
The surging blood rushed towards his face, and Yang Ji seemed to be immersed in a vast sea of ​​blood. His consciousness quickly fell downwards in the sea of ​​blood.
I don't know how long it took, but Yang Ji finally saw that ancient cave again.
It was different from last time. When I saw it again, the cave was much clearer and taller, giving off a vast atmosphere.
Yang Ji could even see the uneven stone on the cave door frame. The texture was so real that it was unbelievable.
Yang Ji couldn't even be sure whether all this was his conscious perception or whether it really existed.
If it were the imagination of consciousness, this would be too real.
And if it's true...
Yang Ji could no longer imagine it, it was too mysterious.
There was silence all around, and Yang Ji couldn't feel his own presence. But he could see the cave. This time, Yang Ji finally saw clearly all four recessed cinnabar ancient seal characters on the lintel of the cave door.
"Zi...yang...dongtian!"
Yang remembered the four big characters on the cave. In an instant, as if something had been awakened, a huge coercion suddenly appeared in the void, and then there was a loud wind and thunder, and everything around him was instantly distorted and blurred.
In just an instant, Yang Ji's consciousness was shaken out of the sutra paintings.
"Snapped!"
The incomplete scripture painting in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.
Yang Ji opened his eyes, his forehead was covered in sweat, his face was pale, and his whole body was sore, almost as if he had fought a fierce battle. Only the last trace of blood in his body was left.
"The painting on this scroll is too evil!"
Yang Ji lowered his head and took a deep breath. It was the same the last time. As long as his consciousness entered the sutra paintings, he not only had to absorb all his mental power, but also all the blood in his body. He was even more exhausted than a battle.
Even when Yang Ji was studying scriptures and paintings in the Tieguan Sect's scripture cave, he had never been in such a mess.
"It seems that this scroll is not only poisonous to other people, but also to myself."
Chapter completed!