Endless darkness rushed towards him, and Yang Ji's soul was pulled into the depths of darkness by the huge suction force like lightning.
It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like countless long centuries. Amidst the confusion, a prehistoric, ancient, and huge aura came oncoming.
In an instant, countless vague ancient images passed through his mind. One moment, Yang Ji seemed to be in a desolate, primitive land, another moment, he seemed to be sitting on the back of a ferocious beast, and another moment, he seemed to be facing a burning green altar and bonfire.
, and for a while it seemed like I was facing countless strange and strange faces...
Everything was hazy and blurry. Yang Ji tried to distinguish it clearly, but could not see anything clearly. It was like facing a landscape painting that had just been painted and had a ladle of water poured on it before the ink was dry.
At this time, Yang Ji suddenly heard a burst of laughter:
"Hahaha……"
"Ho ho ho..."
"Jiejiejie..."
"Another soul..."
"How many is this?"
"There is always no shortage of ignorant and ignorant 'discoverers'! The sacrifices are endless..."
"Which world is this time? Didn't anyone tell them that the things we left behind must not be touched?"
"Haha, I can't blame them. After all, for them, the war has been over for a long time..."
…………
Rumbling, the void trembled, and bursts of ancient laughter came from all directions. Like a tiny "ant" standing at a fork in the road that extends in all directions, Yang Ji felt billions of emotions in his endless panic.
The existence of thousands of "times and spaces".
Yes! It’s “time and space”!
Yang Ji had never thought that he could feel the origin of the entire "world" and the existence of "time and space" in such a way. Although it was not real, it was a dream experience for many "warriors".
However, at this time, Yang Ji only felt a deep sense of horror and death.
It's like a person suddenly inherits a huge fortune. Apart from being ecstatic, he is even more uneasy. Because this is not something you strive for, but something "unknown".
However, Yang Ji felt not only "uneasy", but also the smell of death.
The mysterious "hand bone" in the box is like some kind of "medium", or a transportation channel, connecting itself to these ancient and powerful "existences" deep in time and space.
Yang Ji felt like a toad being stared at by a poisonous snake, but the difference between poisonous snakes is that what "they" want is not their "**", but their own "soul".
"What on earth are these things?"
Yang Ji felt deep danger and uneasiness. He had never had this kind of experience before. These powerful existences in the depths of time and space, separated by a long distance, were completely different from the "warrior" aura that Yang Ji had come into contact with.
That prehistoric, ancient aura is even different from "human beings". It is very similar to the "palm" in the wooden box, but even more powerful.
This is a long story. However, it actually only lasted a moment. Then Yang Ji heard a rumble, the void shook, and a huge voice sounded in the darkness:
"...Come on, you weak soul!"
The sky and the earth rumbled, and a huge suction force came from the depths of time and space. In front of this huge force, Yang Ji's power was as weak as a mote of dust, flying past uncontrollably.
The danger of death was extremely strong. At the critical moment of life and death, Yang Ji's heart suddenly sobered up. A strong desire suddenly aroused from his heart.
"No! I can't die yet! At least it can't be this ridiculous way!"
The desire to survive in the face of death is everyone's instinct. "An ant is still alive", let alone a human being? Thinking of his own death due to a strange hand bone at the bottom of the pond, Yang Ji suddenly felt a strong unwillingness in his heart.
Who would have thought a bone in a box could be so dangerous?
If Senior Sister Lin and the others didn't wait for a long time and came back to check, would they find it ridiculous if they found themselves dead in this way?
If he died in the battle with Yang Xuanlan, he would have been willing to do so. If he was assassinated while investigating the cause of his father's death, Yang Ji would have no regrets, but because of a "bone" that happened at the bottom of the pool...
…
"Death is heavier than Mount Tai and lighter than a feather." What is this kind of silent death?
Thinking of this, Yang Ji struggled hard.
"Huh!"
Suddenly a sound of surprise came: "This soul seems a little different."
The void suddenly became quiet, and in the dark, there seemed to be eyes looking over.
"Buzz!"
It was at this moment that Yang Ji suddenly felt the existence of that "little stone" with a heat between his brows. With that connection as thin as a gossamer but extremely hot, Yang Ji felt his "body" again.
Just like a helpless duckweed suddenly regaining its strength, Yang Ji's soul that had been sucked suddenly stopped. Then light burst out in the darkness, and a vast, majestic, and compassionate voice fell from the sky, resounding throughout the void:
"Ami--……"
Rumble!
Time and space trembled, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. There were waves of frightened screams coming from the depths of darkness.
"Damn it!"
"This is Buddha..."
The world collapsed, and the huge suction force disappeared instantly. A strong attraction came from the "distant" physical body. The light and shadow rumbled, Yang Ji's body shook, and suddenly his soul returned to the physical body.
Yang Ji's eyelids opened wide, and a burst of light hit his face. His vision turned from blurry to clear. Yang Ji saw the Poison Pond again, and the "hand bone" in his hand.
The whistling mountain wind blew past the heights and passed by his ears. Yang Ji also heard the anxious neighing of "Xiao Ji". Everything was exactly the same as before, as if nothing had happened, and it was as fast as a sudden
Field "illusion".
"How is this going?"
Yang Ji raised his head and looked at the sky. It was still early, and it was exactly the same as what he had observed before.
Swish!
Xiaoji bounced up and landed on the ground in front of Yuji who was moving quickly, with a questioning look on his face. It seemed that he didn't know what had just happened.
Only Yang Ji knew that he almost died just now.
"Too strange."
Yang Ji's mind was racing with thoughts, remembering what happened at that moment. What was the sound that sounded at the end? Was it the "little stone" between his eyebrows?
But under the circumstances at that time, the sound seemed to come from the entire void itself?
For a moment, Yang Ji was also confused.
Except for himself, nothing and nothing could prove what he had just experienced. He even felt like he couldn't tell the difference between reality and fantasy.
"His!"
Yang Ji took a deep breath:
"Anyway, this palm is not so weird anymore, which is at least a good thing."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
Yang Ji was still holding the strange palm in his hand, but nothing strange happened. The fearful soul-sucking power also disappeared.
Everything is back to normal.
However, this huge palm still contains majestic power, and it still has the power to shatter the sky and the earth. This is the only thing that has not changed.
It's just that the special bone in this palm, which is denser than steel, seems to have sealed these energies, or the palm itself is these "energy", instead of being contained inside like elixirs! (To be continued...)
