In the vast white mist, Sanbo's voice suddenly stopped.
What followed was the short old man's unscrupulous weird smile.
Rocks exploded and strong winds surged.
The roaring sound is endless, making people feel dizzy and dizzy.
The downpour came and went, and even though Lingxi and Pei Chuan used their backpacks to protect me from the rain, my whole body was still cold and my limbs were stiff.
The most unfortunate thing is that the evil spirit in my body appeared at this juncture.
"Master." I gritted my teeth and shouted in a low voice.
Lingxi's mind was originally focused on San Bo, but when he saw something was wrong with me, he immediately took out a silver needle to suppress it for me.
"Pei Chuan Qinghe, you two guard the formation." Lingxi said anxiously: "Tieshan, hug Suning from behind and let him stand up so that I can administer the acupuncture."
"Xiao Yu'er, straighten Suning's left arm."
"Suning, be united in your mind and don't think wildly."
Lingxi's expression was serious and her fingers were flying.
I stretched my neck and gasped, letting myself be manipulated by Lingxi like a useless person.
"collapse."
The ground shook and the white mist retreated.
In just five minutes, the battle seemed to be over.
Sanbo stood bowed, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.
The green shirt was in tatters and stained with scarlet blood, which was shocking.
The Nine Sun Mirror, one of Kunlun's three greatest treasures, was broken and lay in pieces on the ground, piece by piece, like twinkling stars.
In front of San Bo, the short old man had his hands hanging down and his face was expressionless.
The blood was flowing down his arm and dissipated in the air before falling. It was shocking and unbelievable to see.
"The self-destructing Nine Sun Mirror gave me a fatal blow. The power is indeed extraordinary, but in the end it can't do anything to me." The short old man raised his head to the sky and took a deep breath.
"call."
At the top of the rushing waterfall, the white mist flowed back like a long dragon and was swallowed up by him.
"Look, you tried your best to inflict only this kind of injury on me." The short old man raised his hands, and the wound that was still bleeding a second ago healed quickly, leaving no scars.
The third uncle wiped the corner of his mouth, stuffed the big gold chain around his neck into his shirt, coughed and said, "The luck in the hole has been reduced by 10%, hasn't it?"
"Well, it's 10% less, and then what?" the short old man asked: "Is there any way you can make me lose more luck?"
"Would you like to try destroying the Qiankun Seal again?"
"Praying Mantis is overestimating his ability to block a car. Do you think you are Xu Donglai from three thousand years ago?"
The short old man said sternly: "But you are also very good. The ninth-grade Heavenly Spirit Master is higher than the current Kunlun Master. You are only one step away from the true immortal realm."
Sitting on the edge of the cliff, Qu Changan's pupils shrank and said, "You, you said he is a ninth-grade heavenly spiritual master?"
"What do you think?" The short old man chuckled and said, "Don't worry, even if he has half-stepped into the immortal realm, I can still kill him."
"Is a half-immortal a half-immortal or a mortal body?"
"If you have not successfully survived the catastrophe and passed the test of heaven, you will never achieve immortality."
Qu Changan breathed a sigh of relief, and his anxious expression became a little relieved.
The short old man saw all the changes in Qu Chang'an and couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Without me, you would never be able to take revenge in this life."
"I am a spiritual body born from heaven and earth, and my realm of practice is different from that of you mortals."
"A spiritual body will gain wisdom for a hundred years, survive calamities for a thousand years, and walk on the road for a thousand years, which is equivalent to the semi-immortal realm of human beings."
"If I succeed in overcoming the tribulation, I will be recognized by God and ascend to the Immortal Class in the daytime."
"If you fail to overcome the tribulation, as long as the spirit body is immortal, God will send another thunder tribulation test every five hundred years."
Qu Changan said thoughtfully: "Didn't you fail four times in your three thousand years of Taoism?"
"You..." The short old man waved his hand.
Qu Changan, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, leaned forward with his chest bent and vomited blood.