Pei Chuan and Ji Qinghe can't help. Once Lingxi fails, it will be a matter of time before the Thirty-Six Swords of Kunlun are defeated.
At that time, what should I do?
"Have you considered it carefully?" Jiuyang's figure gradually blurred in the mirror and said: "The time is running out for me to show up and see you. If you give up, don't blame me for not saving you in the future."
"What on earth are you going to do to me?" At the critical moment, I was calmer than ever.
I got up from the ground, reached out and touched Jiuyang in the mirror and said, "In the dream, you told Xiyue that you would be reincarnated and seize the six meridians of creation again."
"You avoided Xiyue's obstruction because you wanted to become an immortal with the so-called energy of creation. As for me, I have my own life and my own thoughts. I cannot be your reincarnation."
I murmured to myself: "We are two people, aren't we?"
"Two people share the same body, are we still two people?" Jiuyang smiled sadly: "You will understand many things in the future."
"You decide whether you want to relax and let me control your body. I'm not forcing you."
"Oh, by the way, I'd like to remind you that two-thirds of the incense stick has passed."
"The consciousness I condensed with my soul is about to dissipate."
"Yes." I responded softly, lowered my right hand and said, "What should I do?"
"Don't think about anything, don't reject my integration." Jiuyang said happily: "Let me successfully integrate into your three souls and seven souls, and you can use my power to kill people."
"Then am I still me?" I asked sadly
"Yes, you and I are integrated into one, my power is your power, and my thoughts are your thoughts." Jiuyang turned into a stream of light and rushed into my mind, and said excitedly: "You will fall in love with this powerful taste.
, enjoy the unstoppable and hearty feeling.”
I stood in front of the mirror, shaking like chaff and looking pale.
I could clearly feel a powerful gas spreading inside my body, penetrating like spring water.
The next moment, the severe pain made me collapse to the ground, like an army trampling on my chest, going back and forth in an endless cycle.
At the same time, in my mind, Jiuyang's voice sounded again: "Open your mind."
My limbs curled up in pain, and I said unconsciously: "Come on."
"boom."
Something seemed to be smashed into pieces. My breath was stagnant and I fainted on the spot.
When I woke up, I had left the RV and was flying through the air.
Just like the Qing Gong in martial arts novels, step lightly and move like a dragon.
A few breaths appeared thousands of meters away, so fast that the wind roared in his ears like thunder.
I want to speak and ask Jiuyang when he can get to Lingxi.
But the moment I opened my mouth, I suddenly realized that my body was completely out of my control.
I had the idea of speaking, but my mouth just pursed my lips.
In addition, my limbs don't work as well.
"Don't worry, I just want to borrow your body for the time being." Jiuyang communicated with me in his heart: "But I have to admit, this feeling is really good."
...
The Thirty-Six Swords of Kunlun are very strong, otherwise it would not have been possible to trap Ban Zhuxiang, the ancestor of Xuanmen in the semi-immortal realm, fifteen years ago.
But now, they followed Lingxi's orders and tried their best to delay the six elders of the Buddhist and Yun Sects.
The Demon Sword Formation is constantly changing, and the thirty-six people are working closely together. The sword shadows in the sky shuttle between the six people, seemingly unmoving, but in fact they are changing rapidly.
Pei Chuan and Ji Qinghe stood in the distance, each holding an umbrella, anxious and murmuring.
"Teacher, Senior Sister is going to lose." Ji Qinghe said with a trembling voice and red eyes: "The Buddhist Vajra Shield, Senior Sister only has the Seal of Heaven and Earth in her hand, so she cannot break it."
