叶子楣聊斋志异国语版

Between the electric light and flint, Yang Jian's golden body shone brightly, concealing the changes in the mysterious beads in his body. Tu Wujing immediately realized that something was wrong, and just as he was about to withdraw his magical power, Yang Jian's golden body flashed with light, and thirty-six fist-sized beads were suspended in the air. Around Yang Jian, he was just submerged in the blood mist everywhere....