Jin Qiao felt it and was shocked: "What a strong yang energy."

Xu Jia also concentrated on sensing. At first, he still smiled, but he smelled an unusual smell.

"Among the rich Yang Qi, there are actually wisps of Yin Qi."

"Where does Yin Qi come from?"

Xu Jia was filled with doubts and immediately opened his mind.

At this time, Xu Jia was shocked.

In front of Xu Jia, the strong Yang Qi formed an air current, vast and vast.

However, the yin energy in the middle lingers in the middle of the yang energy, and its vitality is extremely tenacious.

"Where does this Yin Qi come from? It's so tenacious."

Xu Jia was even more confused, so he walked to the futon and stood there, watching.

But on the futon at the front, there was an aura of blood mixed with it, as well as a vague aura of death.

"The breath of blood? The breath of death?"
Chapter completed!