A confused look flashed in Bai Wuji's eyes, and he only felt a hint of wind blowing in the woods. But he felt nothing else.
To be honest, he really doubted whether what Yang Xuanlan said was correct. Whether the guy named Yang Ji really had a incomplete scroll of Dongtian Sutra on his body.
However, whether it is true or false, it will soon be confirmed.
Yang Xuanlan knew what Bai Wuji was thinking, but he didn't explain it. Bai Wuji's cultivation level was actually not bad. Otherwise, Yang Xuanlan wouldn't have recruited him suddenly.
However, it is obvious that compared to Wu Zong, Bai Wuji's spiritual power is still too weak. He cannot feel the changes in the depths of the void.
"Pity……"
Yang Xuanlan's expression was stern, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
The Dongtian Sutra paintings did not really disappear, but were hidden deep in the space. A powerful martial saint could successfully sense and destroy them with his powerful mental power.
However, with his current strength, it is obviously not possible for him to do it.
However, there is no difference.
Three hours could not change anything. The moment Yang Ji came out of it, he still could not escape his destined fate!
"Buzz!"
His pupils narrowed, Yang Xuanlan's dantian vibrated, and then a majestic aura emitted. The mountain wind blew by, and the air was filled with a suffocating and strong murderous intention...
…
"Boom!"
The sky shook and the earth shook. In the sky of Ziyang Cave, the majestic and towering mountain peak suddenly trembled, and then there was a roar, as if it was struck by an invisible giant axe, and a dark crack ran horizontally through the mountain.
The next moment, the entire mountain peak staggered up and down, and the huge mountain peak collapsed with the force of a landslide. At the same time, the remaining half of the mountain peak also began to collapse. With the sound of shaking, countless large and small gravels fell from the mountain.
Slide up and down.
"Buzz!"
Deep in the cave, Yang Ji suddenly opened his eyes, and a piercing light flashed away.
"Success!"
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind. At the moment before the entire space collapsed, Yang Ji finally succeeded in the preliminary refinement of the "natal magic weapon".
However, there was no time to rejoice, Yang Ji flicked his sleeve and immediately put this ancient mysterious hand into his sleeve. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
Chapter completed!