The third uncle and the short old man were covered in waves of fire at the same time, seemingly perished together.
But I know that San Bo may die, but that turtle spirit will definitely not die.
Luck is endless and the spirit of the tortoise is immortal.
Sanbo's self-explosion of the Nine Sun Mirror only cost 10% of the luck in Dragon Turtle's Wangyue Point.
How could such a powerful turtle spirit be burned to death by fire?
I leaned all over Tieshan's body and closed my eyes tightly, not daring to look any further.
I'm afraid of seeing Sanbo's body, and I'm afraid that the ray of hope I prayed for in my heart will be washed away by reality.
"What can a mere mortal fire do to me?" Amidst the raging fire, the short old man's arrogant voice sounded.
I saw him walking leisurely, his body spotless.
At the same time, San Bo jumped out with a charred face.
He slapped the flames on his head, and his ten fingers were all bloody.
"Uncle..." I shouted with tears streaming down my face.
"You're crying, labor and management are not dead yet." The third uncle pulled his burnt hair and said very depressed: "Wait until I close my eyes before you cry. At least there will be a descendant of my blood to die for me."
"No, no, if I die, you won't be able to survive."
"Come on, cry first and howl louder." The third uncle said solemnly: "I have no children in my life, and I am just a nephew like you. The harder you cry, the more filial you are and you are worthy of me.
Fighting for you."
My vision turned black and the corners of my mouth twitched. How long has this been going on? Can't you be more serious?
Ji Qinghe and others were overjoyed, and they were all excited that San Bo was safe and sound.
"Okay Tieshan, let Suning sit down." Lingxi wiped the sweat from his forehead and said relaxedly: "The evil spirit has been suppressed."
Tieshan moved gently, letting Xiao Yuer hold my legs, and slowly sat on the ground.
On the other side, the short old man controlled the water flow of the waterfall to extinguish all the waves of fire created by San Bo.
To be honest, the visual impact this wonderful method brought to me is simply difficult to express in words.
The white mist spreads at the snap of a finger, and the ground shakes with the wave of a hand.
It's like a real god descending to earth, shining brightly.
"How about it? Does it feel good to steal the chicken but lose the rice?" The short old man walked towards the third uncle: "You have withstood the most powerful ninth thunder. How can you still use your hands to gain strength?"
"Of the thirteen thunder tribulations, which one is not more powerful than your Kunlun Nine Thunder Talisman?"
"I have overcome tribulations four times and failed four times. I have experienced fifty-two pillars of thunder and my spirit body is still immortal."
"The thunder you caused to tickle me is too light for me."
The short old man stood four meters in front of San Bo and said with pity on his face: "This is a futile struggle, everything ends here."
"You talk so much nonsense." Sanbo said impatiently: "If I were to occupy the right place and time like you do, you wouldn't be able to sustain thirty moves in my hands."
"Where do you get the confidence to kill me?" The short old man said with a mocking look in his narrow eyes: "The Kunlun spiritual master lineage is divided into four realms, the yellow spiritual master, the earth spiritual master, the mysterious spiritual master, and the heavenly spiritual master."
"The first three realms are only about the attainments learned. Only when you reach the Heavenly Spirit Master are you divided into different levels."
"One to ten levels, one level will reach the sky."
"The tenth level is perfection. After reaching perfection, you can sense the way of heaven and advance to the semi-immortal realm."
"Wait another twelve years to welcome the thunder catastrophe from the sky and temper your mortal body."
"At the same time, cut off the seven emotions and six desires, and the worldly thoughts, and ascend to the immortal platform."
"You are currently at the ninth level of the Heavenly Spirit Master and have not even entered the semi-immortal realm. What can I do if I give you the right time and place?"
The short old man said arrogantly: "If you have never experienced the mystery of heaven, you will never understand how big the gap is."
"boom."
Before he finished speaking, San Bo's body flew out.
The afterimage of the short old man passed by, pressing closer and closer: "Where is your resistance? Come on."
Sanbo rested his elbows on the ground, and the blood in his mouth was dripping like broken beads.
