Xia Ji's left hand reached out and grabbed the black object.
"It's indeed different. I can capture a spirit body now."
He casually stuffed the evil spirit back into the ground. The evil spirit that was summoned was so scared that its soul was gone. It ran away in a puff of smoke.
Xia Ji's left hand returned to its original state. He went to the study again and opened the second book. This was also a mystic art. Xia Ji flipped to the last page. As expected, the blank page was also filled with words.
He read it carefully, and a black Skill Orb rose from his glabella again.
He used it directly and broke through to the tenth level.
At this moment, Miao Miao stopped writing and stretched lazily in the spring. She looked tired and saw Xia Ji. " Husband, you're back. "
"Miaomiao, how did you write the Xuan skill at the end?" Xia Ji asked.
