No one responded in the cave, and the deep pool was as silent as ever.
I leaned against the rock wall and gasped softly, my hands were cold and my head was sweating profusely.
The flame talisman in my hand was dotted with white ash, reminding me that the only half an hour was gradually passing by.
"Uncle San, are you there?"
I was so anxious that I couldn't help raising my voice and shouting again.
"boom."
Before he finished speaking, sword shadows poured out from the sky, tens of thousands of them, and rushed straight to the bottom of the pool.
The black water surged and splashed everywhere.
This inconspicuous "small pond" suddenly stirred up a storm, as if someone had dropped a heavy bomb, and it screamed and exploded one after another.
I turned around and covered myself with my hands.
Fortunately, I was far enough away, and fortunately I was protected by the flame talisman.
Those scattered water droplets were isolated by a transparent mask, condensed into black frost, and melted rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
My hanging heart relaxed a little, but I still didn't dare to turn around and watch.
Just like this, more than a minute passed, until the movement in the deep pool completely disappeared.
I cautiously twisted my neck and glanced around with my peripheral vision.
On the calm water, Sanbo's familiar figure was hanging in the air with his legs crossed.
He was wearing a tattered green robe, with a haggard face and a sloppy beard.
Only the big gold chain around his neck still exudes the arrogance of the nouveau riche.
My nose felt sour and tears welled up in my eyes as I said, "Uncle San."
The figure on the water had his eyes closed tightly, looking calm and indifferent.
I staggered closer, walking faster and faster.
"collapse."
Thunder struck out of nowhere and I was so frightened that I sat down on the ground.
At the same time, Sanbo's drooping eyelids turned in vain.
Those were two extremely unfamiliar eyes, containing overwhelming murderous intent that could not be suppressed.
"kill."
He raised his hand sharply and pointed at me with one finger.
"Damn it, seventeenth level of force." Jiuyang roared angrily, hysterically.
My limbs were stiff and I had a splitting headache.
"Click."
A faint crisp sound came from my mind, which shocked me and made me unbelievable.
The membrane that prevented Jiuyang from forcefully occupying my body was broken.
Cracked like silk, gone.
how so?
I am stupid, stupid, and have no master.
"Boom."
The body exploded uncontrollably and was controlled by Jiuyang in the electric light and flint.
Two fingers collided in mid-air and fell apart as soon as they touched.
The air waves twisted and vented in all directions.
Sanbo stood expressionless and empty.
Jiuyang twisted his arms, his posture alert.
They looked at each other, but no one spoke first.
When I came back to my senses, I screamed and talked nonsense.
Am I going to die?
Completely replaced by Jiuyang?
I came to Kunlun, went to the Library Pavilion, and met San Bo smoothly.
Everything came true one by one as I planned in advance.
But at the most critical moment, Jiuyang took the initiative and shattered my last glimmer of hope.
Without the constraints of the film, my three souls and seven souls are undoubtedly delicious cakes in Jiuyang's eyes, ready for him to devour and fuse at any time.
How can I resist like this?
There is no way out, and there is no way to retreat.
"Who are you."
The cold tone came from San Bo's mouth, and the terrifying and murderous intention quietly subsided.
