Chapter 171 Without raising his head
The woman's skin color, which was normal just now, has now turned a little pale.
The face no longer looks like Wen Jin.
She held Ji Yunmiao's face with her palms, and the blood that had overflowed from the corners of Ji Yunmiao's mouth had already flowed down her fingers.
She leaned close to Ji Yunmiao's ear and whispered something.
Ling Tian didn't care about anything and just slapped Ji Yunmiao directly.
The palm print formed by golden light hit Ji Yunmiao hard, instantly dispersing the black energy gathered on his body.
Ji Yunmiao choked and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He frowned and tried to raise his hand, but found that he had no strength at all. It seemed that all the spiritual power in his body had been sucked away, leaving only an empty shell. In the end, he could only turn his head to the side with some difficulty.
Don't talk to him anymore! He didn't mean to poison Jin! No! That wasn't his intention!
Ajin, Ajin, where is Ajin?
He didn't want to listen to this woman who looked like Ajin anymore!
Even if it was this woman who pointed the finger at him, he didn't want to listen!
She is not Ajin!
Ji Yunmiao pursed her lips tightly, her fingertips dug into her flesh, and a few drops of sweat oozed out of her forehead.
He has never blamed his master...but this is a hurdle that he has not yet overcome.
Until today, he has not confessed the truth to Ajin.
Ling Tian's palm wind obviously alarmed the woman. Puffs of black mist emerged from her body and intertwined with the surrounding gray mist.
She pinched Ji Yunmiao's chin with her backhand and forcibly turned Ji Yunmiao's head back - Ji Yunmiao had no strength to resist her at the moment anyway.
The fog surged up, covering her and Ji Yunmiao's figures.
The face that disappeared in the mist had surprisingly been replaced!
He curled his lips in triumph and looked at Ling Tian who was five meters away and couldn't get in no matter what. His red eyes were filled with a look of determination to win.
He is only good at bewitching people, but his cultivation is not high, so he is hurt repeatedly.
But this divine weapon given to him specifically is extremely powerful. Legend has it that it was a self-defense weapon dropped on the battlefield by a certain war god during the great battle between immortals and demons.
Once activated, the five-meter-wide body will be invulnerable to swords and spears. Only a powerful person with an absolute crushing level of power can break this barrier.
However, activating this magical weapon requires divine power. If you don't have divine power, you can only use a lot of mental power to compensate, and this compensation is irreversible.
For someone like him who relies on mental power for a living, the loss is naturally huge.
So she seldom used it, and only used it on Ji Yunmiao now.
It’s just that he is now some distance away from Ling Tian, so he can’t cover up Ling Tian’s aura. If he only relies on mist, it is inevitable that some of it will be leaked.
But this doesn’t matter, after all, he is about to succeed.
What if we find out?
He was about to run away with Ji Yunmiao.
He walked backwards step by step, approaching the teleportation array, looking at the powerless Ling Tian, and a sense of pleasure rose in his heart: Even if he is an ancient dragon, so what? In the lower world, he still tucks his tail between his legs, right?
When he gets back, he will report the matter to his superiors and ask them to send people to deal with this stinky dragon!
By then, the dragon might even turn into its original form and lower its head so that he could ride on it!
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Seeing that he was less than ten meters away from the teleportation array, the ecstasy in his eyes almost overflowed, until a loud "bang" was heard in the center of the fog!
Then he felt the evil energy in his body dissipating at a speed that was completely incalculable!
That's not right? He clearly didn't leave the mist, so why did he lose his magic power?
The fog all rushed towards the center in an instant, and Ling Tian's face became clear.
He quickened his pace and retreated backwards, but in his haste he accidentally tripped himself. Just as his body was steady, the sound of breaking air came from in front of him!
He looked up and saw a spear shining with bright golden light flying straight towards him!
Don't panic, it can't be broken...
He took a deep breath and comforted himself in his heart, but before he could finish his words, the gun directly broke through the barrier around him and rushed straight towards his throat!
When she came to her senses again, Ji Yunmiao had already been embraced by Wen Jin.
He lowered his head and looked at the spear that was stuck in his neck and nailed him to the wall. The confidence in his eyes had not completely disappeared, and only at this moment did fear slowly rise up in his eyes.
Divine weapon...it's actually a divine weapon!
They actually got the artifact! He must pass this news on to the higher-ups!
He held the wall with one hand, feeling the demonic energy in his body rapidly draining away. With his other hand, he ignored the burns caused by the artifact and directly grasped the gun barrel, struggling to get down from the wall.
There is a teleportation array not far in front of him. As long as he can teleport back, he can still survive!
With this news, he will definitely be valued again!
"Tsk."
Wen Jin looked down at the unconscious Ji Yunmiao, but heard the sound of that man's dying struggle. He made some impatient sounds, raised his eyelids and cast out a talisman, which directly dispersed the man's figure.
Suddenly, a thick black fog emerged from the figure and quickly flew towards the teleportation array!
So what if I lose my physical body, as long as I can go back!
He calmed himself down and stared at the teleportation array, which was getting closer and closer!
But the next second, a yellow talisman mixed with golden light rolled directly towards him!
In just a moment, the talisman fell lightly to the ground, and the black gas disappeared without a trace.
He looked at Wen Jin again without even raising his head.