C162 A Man Who Controls a Terracotta Soldier

I am still alive, and the buddhist beads will only injure my flesh. If the evil spirits were to come in, this buddhist bead that is as dense as rain, will not be as simple as harming the body.

If he didn't have sufficient cultivation experience, he might even be scared out of his wits.

The rain of buddhist beads weakened until it completely retreated. Only then did I slowly stand up