But those spiritual lights floating in the air like a little spark were not as simple as Ying Tianchang guessed.

The few wisps of qi that Ying Tianchang poked out one after another were either as direct as Fang Cai and had no sound, or they were destroyed by the shattered spiritual light the moment they touched those spiritual lights.

Ying Tianchang glanced at the spiritual light that was slowly drifting towards him, and his figure stepped back again.

He didn't want to be wrapped in these rays of light that he didn't know what the effect was, and if that was the case, wouldn't it mean that he would be shackled in chains and shackles, and his every move would be restricted?

At the same time as Ying Tianchang retreated, sure enough, the wisp of qi that he had been locking on to Zheng Luo sank into the sea like a stone, and he could no longer perceive it......

"Journey to the World" Volume 1: Reading is not Confucian Sour Chapter 117 Heavy thoughts are hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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