Immediately afterward, aside from the black light, waves of chanting scripture could also be heard.
Black Mountain Old Demon's eyes had already turned hazy.
Following the Buddhist scripture, he began making strange movements.
Jia Quan hurriedly warned from the side.
"Young Master Jiang, quickly give this calming jade to your servant."
"Otherwise, once this scripture begins to circulate, he will certainly die."
As Jia Quan spoke, he handed over two ancient jades, black as if soaked in ink throughout.
Xu Zimo glanced at the ancient jades.
Taking them, he could clearly sense an extremely peculiar power within them.
It was not a matter of whether this power was strong or weak.
Rather, this power seemed utterly incompatible with the power of that scripture.
Precisely because they repelled each other, holding this ancient jade would prevent the scripture's power from corroding the body.
Xu Zimo himself did not care much.
He was not afraid of this power's influence at all.
To put it plainly, this power was merely a piece of cake to him.
But Black Mountain Old Demon apparently could not manage it.
He could not resist this power.
Xu Zimo stuffed the ancient jade into Black Mountain Old Demon's palm.
The moment the ancient jade entered his hand, Black Mountain Old Demon's bizarre movements immediately stopped.
His eyes were still somewhat dazed.
"What happened to me just now?"
"Your heart was corroded by this scripture. If Young Master Jiang had not saved you, you would likely have already become nourishment for the scripture by now."
Jia Quan said from the side.
Xu Zimo paid no heed to the conversation between the two.
He looked at the scripture inside the box.
It was hard to believe that some book, without even revealing its true form, could already cause such strange