Sanbo blushed with embarrassment and stammered: "Here, have you remembered this too?"
I patted my forehead and felt that my thinking was extremely clear.
Perhaps due to the fusion of Jiuyang's Yuan Shen body, which is comparable to a half-immortal, many things that had been forgotten before suddenly came to light.
The third uncle put the Taixuan Sword on the shore, wiped the black water from my face, and said in a soft voice: "Tell me slowly, what is going on."
I spat, feeling filled with sadness.
Half an hour later, when I finished talking about Jiuyang's actions and the true nature of the true phoenix in his destiny, Sanbo fell silent.
He sat upright in the air, his eyes distracted.
For a long time, he muttered to himself: "The phoenix is reborn from the ashes and reborn from the ashes. I didn't expect such rumors to actually exist."
"You survived the catastrophe. It is reasonable to say that it was God's blessing. But you met Jiuyang. This guy is a madman and a complete devil."
"The devil's body is complete, you will..."
The third uncle had a complicated look on his face and lowered his head sadly, saying: "It will be a matter of time before you become a demon. There is no place for you in China anymore."
"The aura of demons is different from the inner demons caused by the demon sword technique."
"Take me as an example. If I am controlled by my inner demon, I will forget the past, but I will definitely not kill people for no reason."
"I'm setting up the Demon Killing Pond just in case. I'm afraid that I might be in a daze and cause harm to the heavens and cause Kunlun to be implicated, so I have to take precautions."
"But you are different. One day, when the demonic energy corrodes your mind, you will become a demon."
"Drink Mao Ru's blood, kill people like crazy, and disown all your relatives."
"With a cultivation level of seventeenth level of martial arts, who in this world can stop you?"
"I can give it a try. Putting aside the inner demons of the demon swordsmanship, I am your third uncle. If I kill you, if you kill me, no one will have the shame to see the ancestors."
Sanbo said sadly: "Furthermore, Jiuyang's peak cultivation level is the eighteenth level of martial arts. You have inherited his foundation. It can take at least one and a half years, and at most three to five years. Sooner or later you will reach the peak state."
"At that time, you will be invincible in the world, and China will face an unprecedented catastrophe."
I struggled to speak: "Is there no way you can restore me to my former self?"
The third uncle pursed his lips and did not answer, looking up to the sky and sighing.
I laughed miserably: "How long will it take for me to be demonized?"
"Xixi will go through the Hongluan Tribulation in March next year. My father will be imprisoned and his life and death are unpredictable."
"Grandma wants me to go back to Taoshan Village. Firstly, she wants to see me and Xixi. Secondly, she wants to hear from me personally that you are safe and sound in Kunlun."
"I have to finish these things."
San Bo spread out a hand, then silently retracted a finger and said: "Four months, not even four months."
"Your soul, body, and three souls and seven souls are merged with the demonic energy."
"The reason why you can still remain clear is because you are subconsciously using your cultivation to suppress the evil energy from infiltrating your mind."
"It can be suppressed for a while, but it cannot be suppressed for a lifetime. This plan cannot last long."
I patted the chains on my body and said firmly: "Let me go, I want to go back to Kyoto and Momoyama Village."
The third uncle said worriedly: "What will you do in four months?"
I forced a smile and said, "What can I do? I don't want to become a devil, nor do I want to hurt innocent people."
"Four months, well, at worst, I will return to the Demon Killing Pond. You will push me to the bottom of the pond, and we will be companions."
Sanbo said speechlessly: "Your grandma will strangle me to death."
I grinned and rubbed my moist eyes and replied: "Everything is fate, and no one can control it at all. Have you forgotten what you used to say?"
The third uncle said lonely: "I was burying myself, you boy. I clearly promised your master to take good care of you and protect your safety."
"It's over, I've broken my promise. Your father knows so well that even in his dreams, he treated me like a pig butchered me."
"The knife was inserted into the throat, and the blood was stinging."
"Put boiling water on your hair and shave your skin..."
The third uncle couldn't help but shuddered, and said with a sad face: "They say that green smoke is coming out of the Su family's ancestral graves, why do I feel that the green smoke has turned black?"
