Those Days of Hunting Demons and Devils

His palm kept a certain distance from Fojiang's forehead, and the essence overflowing from his hand invaded Fojiang's eyebrows little by little, and his body was penetrated by the cold, until Xuelian's essence all followed the trail The induction of Yan was passed to Fojiang, the whole room illuminated by the light, the eyebrow of Fojiang gradually stretched, and the essence of the body was infused with the spirit that doubled him.

"It's almost done.

"Jiyan was very tired and his body was not very comfortable. He was about to regain his momentum, but he felt that the power in his body was uncontrolled and was being lost.

Suddenly.

A strong ray of light flashed around, and a swirl was ignited around Buddha's descent, the hair was flying, and the skirt was light, and the strong light disappeared in his brow. He couldn’t take it away. The power in his body was being repulsed. He couldn’t even stand. He almost fell on Buddha’s body, but Buddha’s body was immobile, and the power in Jiyan’s body followed the palm of Jiyan. Infused into Fojiang's body, the wounds on Fojiang's face gradually healed and recovered to the point of being flawless.

In the blink of an eye, his power passed away completely, his skill has disappeared, and his aura has disappeared. Without the trace of the skill, there is simply no way to restore the aura... The whole person sits on the bed tiredly, and the Buddha lowers his breath. After finishing, he slowly opened his eyes, he hugged the trace of Yan Yan, and took it back to the room, with his face closing his eyes pale, he knew that now that his power had disappeared, all this might It is all God's will, and now he is no different from ordinary people.

"Your skills are gone, don't you feel sorry, you have accumulated decades of internal strength, and gave it to me, do you not regret it?" With the help of Xuelian, the Buddha of Jingqi has been restored, as steady as the Taishan Sitting by the bed of Ji Yan, he was just curious, how did the man of Ji Yan help him.

Ji Yan just moved her lips slowly: "As long as you take the right path and remove the devil and defend the path for the people, my skill and spiritual power can help you, then you just accept it.

"His voice was very low and weak, coupled with his unsightly look, Fo Jiang's mirror-like fundus had no slight waves, and he just stared quietly at Ji Yan's reaction.

God’s will is inconsistent... Fo Jiang is silent, looking at Ji Yan. His impression of Ji Yan can be said to be quite complicated and changeable, from the old old pervert to the current strongman, but he saves him from Ji Yan. Things, it seems contradictory and repulsive. The contradiction is because Jiyan still abandons him for disfiguring before. The exclusion is because the unknown petty man of Jiyan can save him. Not only does he restore his skill, but also gives him his internal strength, Although Fo Jiang knew that this was a coincidence, Ji Yan's man seemed calm and determined.

After a brief silence between the two, Ji Yan heard Fo Jiang's voice ringing in the room: "Last night, I heard a strange sound in the backyard..." His calm tone made him close his eyes lightly. Vibrating lightly, the fingertips with traces gradually became harder.

Last night... in the backyard... There were several pictures of obscene flesh intertwined in Ji Yan’s mind. He didn’t know how to answer Buddha’s words, and he couldn’t answer them at all. He could only pretend that he hadn’t heard anything. Wucuo collected in his heart, the expression on his face was still calm, and the hands that were held on his chest gradually became cold and hard to move.

Fo Jiang gazed quietly at him. The beads hanging on his neck touched the back of the man’s hand. The cold touch made the trace slowly open the closed eyes, because he felt the breath of someone approaching. ...