"The descendants of the Ji family who are walking outside, whoever dares to provoke will definitely attract the thunder and anger of the Ji family. This anger will surely ...... you Turned to ashes!" Ji Jing stretched out his hand to Yunchen as he spoke, and then grabbed it.

Yunchen couldn't move, and was shocked to find that the air around him was rapidly squeezing in, and for just a moment, he couldn't breathe.

Yunchen was shocked but not chaotic, the Yin and Yang Life and Death Tribulation operated on its own, and this magical power flowed through the whole body, disintegrating the restraints imposed on Ji Jing's body.

As soon as the operation resumed, Yunchen knotted the Dharma seal with his left and right hands at the same time, closed his two hands, and a round of yin and yang diagrams manifested, and went to Qianzhen.

Ji Jing's varied palms trembled, and the transmission of power was immediately interrupted. Yunchen's performance was beyond his expectations, feeling the suppressed Yin Yang Diagram, this kind of power has long surpassed the level of the Divine Realm, if one is not good, even the Great Cultivator of the Transformation God will have to suffer.

"No wonder my descendants are forced to borrow from me, you junior, it's really not simple, but that's all. Ji Jing clasped his hands together and rubbed them fiercely.

The void began to collapse, and streams of light rushed towards Ji Jing's already open right palm, forming a ball of light.

People with better eyesight clearly saw the existence of various scenes and characters in the light ball in Ji Jing's hand, and then took a closer look, everything in the light ball was clearly the true portrayal of the surroundings.

"What kind of trick is this?" someone exclaimed, seeing another self from the ball of light in Ji Jing's hand.

"Is it the world in the palm of the hand that only the gods can master?" said the knowledgeable monk with a speculative tone, feeling that the trick that Ji Jing used was very similar to a legendary supernatural power.

The old man in the middle of the two sarcophagi shook his head secretly, and said to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "It's just another application of the world in the palm of his hand, he is not a real body, how much power can a wisp of thought carry?

The old man told the truth, but no one heard it, so people were still speculating.

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