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Chapter 800

Chapter 800

Since Jiuyang awakened in my body, the first impression he gave me was that he was invincible.

As he said, "invincible in the world", I have never doubted it.

He fought alone against eight elders from the Buddhist and Yun Sect alliances, and killed a burly man at the eleventh level of the Taoist martial arts with one finger.

He conveniently snatched away the most precious Buddhist treasure, the Buddha Dust.

Easy and freehand killing, all killed in one move.

No one could survive the second move in his hands, I saw it with my own eyes.

I always thought that no one in China could pose a threat to Jiuyang, not even the Six Meridians Headmaster, not even those old monsters from the semi-immortal realm who didn't care about worldly affairs, were no match for him.

But at this moment, I was dumbfounded.

Sanbo is chasing and killing, Jiuyang is dodging.

The Taixuan Sword thrust out one sword after another, and the silver light flickered, causing the cave that was originally hot and humid to become cold for no reason.

"clang."

The rock wall exploded, stone debris flew, and Jiuyang's figure escaped in panic.

The space in the Demon Killing Pond was not very large. Under Sanbo's fierce and airtight attack, Jiuyang, who had no retreat, finally fought back.

He bent and kneaded with one hand, and stroked the center of his brow with the other.

As he pressed it gently, scarlet blood beads formed a string and undulated in the palm of his hand.

"Ziwei has a book called Fang Cun, and the scriptures contained in the book are called Cave Heaven. The soul is bound to the underworld, but the body is left in the world of mortals."

"Using the essence and blood of my soul, I opened a square-inch book and shadow, and opened the cave for the True Scripture."

"One page captures the soul."

Jiuyang sprayed blood mist from his mouth and breathed long.

"呲呲呲."

Blood beads the size of rice grains rotated at a constant speed and evaporated in an instant.

But soon, the shadow of an ancient book gathered by scarlet mist appeared in front of Jiuyang.

"Wow."

The page flipped, and small characters floated in the air one after another.

From a dozen or twenty words at the beginning, to hundreds and thousands, they are endless and dense.

It seems like an endless mountain spring that never stops.

"go."

Jiuyang slapped his big hand, and the small characters went straight to San Bo, forming a black chain as thick as an adult's arm.

"Breaking waves."

The third uncle, holding the Taixuan Sword, stood on the spot, the tip of the sword pointed forward without taking a step back.

At a certain moment, eight blurry afterimages emerged around him.

Each of these eight people has a sword, and each uses the demon sword technique.

"Gather."

The third uncle roared, the eight of them merged into one, and the sword light grew three to four meters in length out of thin air.

The black iron chain was split open with a sword, and smoke billowed.

Jiuyang remained unmoved and smiled strangely.

Just when I was wondering if this guy was going to escape again, behind San Bo, those scattered little characters gathered together again at lightning speed.

"Two pages of soul."

Jiuyang shook his index finger and opened the second page of the ancient book.

On this page, there are no words, only a small black flag is drawn.

"The soul-binding chain and the soul-binding flag are unfortunately not real square-inch books." Jiuyang said with regret: "Otherwise, it is not certain who will lose and who will win."

He reached out and touched it, and the black flag "jumped out" from the book and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"If I can't beat you, I can just delay it for a while." Jiuyang laughed at himself and stopped caring about San Bo. He looked around with a solemn gaze, waiting for an opportunity to find the loopholes in the Jiuxuan Spirit Sealing Formation.

I didn't want him to get what he wanted, so I deliberately made trouble and said, "Everything is boring? Can I sing you a song?"

"Hey, happy gongs and drums bring joy every year. Beautiful dances bring joy every day."

"Today is a good day. Everything you want can come true."


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