More and more demonic energy was absorbed by Jiuyang, and his entire face was covered in blood and flesh, and the ulcers were disgusting.
The eyes are bulging and covered with abscesses.
Blood dripped and black water emerged.
I looked extremely anxious, especially when he was about to die, he even held me on his back, wasn't he trying to trick me into death?
I am a little idiot in martial arts practice, but that doesn't mean I don't know the horror of demonic energy.
Before coming down to the Demon Killing Pond, I heard Ji Xuanqing say on the Sixth Peak that the energy of demons will destroy people's sanity and turn them into beasts that drink Maoru blood.
Jiuyang's crazy behavior is obviously to take revenge on me for destroying his soul.
Unfortunately, I can only watch and can't do anything.
If you can shout, I will try even if I scream to see if I can wake up San Bo.
If I become a demon, hunted by the six channels, and cannot be tolerated in the world, what is the difference between this and letting me die for no reason?
Apart from anything else, how should I face my family?
Lingxi is the young master of Kunlun, will she do anything to me?
"Enough, almost enough." Jiuyang shouted with great excitement: "The demon body is ready, you will be the biggest demon in China."
"Seventeenth level of force, quack quack, who can stop you?"
"You are Su Xinglan's nephew, the only treasure of the old Su family. Is he willing to do justice for heaven?"
"Furthermore, with the same cultivation level, you will be invincible after becoming a demon."
"When you return to the 18th level of force, the catastrophe of China will be unstoppable."
"If I can't become an immortal, then you will punish the world on my behalf."
"This place will become a hell where blood gathers, and a paradise on earth that I personally arranged."
Jiuyang was hysterical, his throat was hoarse, and his excitement and evil emotions were fully revealed.
Suddenly, a fiery red bird flew out from above his head, illuminating the dark cave.
"Chirp."
It flapped its wings and hovered, spitting out thunderous fire breath.
This blow landed on Jiuyang's chest.
His crazy expression became dull, and the corners of his cracked mouth slowly closed.
Then, his eyes lost their former brightness and gradually dimmed.
The hands hanging down at the waist wanted to lift them up, but finally had no choice but to put them down.
He tried his best to communicate with me: "You won, but I didn't lose either."
"Click."
The power that prevented me from controlling my physical body dissipated, and my three souls and seven souls returned to their original form.
Memories belonging to Jiuyang came one after another, including his cultivation. They penetrated bit by bit and quickly merged with me.
The true nature of your destiny is flying higher and higher, diving into the center of your eyebrows.
"Wow."
Seven Xuanyin chains bound me, making me suspended in mid-air.
Through the faint light emitted by the rock wall, I saw myself on the water.
That, is no longer me.
It's an ugly monster whose face can no longer be distinguished.
Abscess, black water, and blood, mixed together, half human and half ghost.
"You bastard, you bastard..."
I cried silently, unable to bear myself like this.
Yes, I am neither handsome nor outstanding.
But in the past, I could stand openly in front of my family and make Lingxi happy with a playful smile.
The sky is big and the earth is big, let me be free.
However, at this moment, I am so ugly, with a demonic aura, and I despise myself. How can I still have the courage to stand in the light?
I am even afraid of the light that encompasses all things, let alone my relatives and friends, my favorite Lingxi?
I sat there with a heart filled with despair, freely unleashing the terrifying cultivation skills that fell from the sky.
There is nothing unfamiliar, and he is extremely proficient.
I tried to force the demonic energy out of my body, but the pain was so painful that I couldn't bear to live.
The truth is just as Jiuyang said, my body was forged into a demonic body by him.
These demonic auras merged with my body, soul, and even my three souls and seven souls.
Unless the body dies and the state of mind disappears, it is really difficult to return to the past.
I don't know how much time passed, but there was a splashing sound under the deep pool, and San Bo surfaced.
I felt aggrieved and stared blankly at San Bo, with tears streaming down my face.
