Facing the attack that blotted out the sky and covered the earth, there was not the slightest fear on Kong Hui's face. Only the low sound of sutra chanting entered their ears.
The light screen formed by the Buddhist radiance above his head, however, began to waver unpredictably.
Pfft, pfft, pfft...
Somewhat muffled sounds entered their ears, yet those tens of millions of heart-stopping cold gleams had not the slightest effect. Ji Yueru's pretty face changed color, but before she could make another move, a shrill beast roar reached her ears.
Kong Hui merely flicked his sleeve, and a precious pearl the size of a dragon's eye had already been sacrificed.
The roar had come from within it.
What kind of treasure was this?
As a great cultivator of the Nascent Soul Late Stage, Ji Yueru had broad experience and knowledge, but at this moment, she had no clue at all.
Bang!
After that pearl spun with a drip-drop whirl, it actually burst apart.
A hazy mass of white light shot out from within. After flickering for a while, it condensed and took shape, then unexpectedly became a fierce tiger with two wings growing from its back.
Though her heart was shocked, Ji Yueru's hands would not remain idle. She hurriedly slapped her waist, and a talisman black as ink was taken out by her, pinched between her index finger and thumb. The woman spat a mouthful of vital blood onto it.
The talisman ignited without wind. On the surface of the talisman paper was drawn a Poison Flood Dragon baring fangs and brandishing claws, flickering in and out of view within the firelight, as if it possessed life.
"Go!"
Ji Yueru pointed her jade hand forward, and the flames suddenly swelled violently. A Fire Cloud emerged, fully over ten