I have to say that San Bo’s suggestions made me excited.
According to the memory left by Jiuyang, the six-meridian earth soul is the derivative of the last breath of creation between heaven and earth divided into six.
The energy of creation is a rare treasure that washes away the mortal body and creates a supreme immortal body.
As for the earth soul, it is the purest spirit body on the land of China. I think it is very feasible to use its blood to get rid of the filthy inner demons caused by the demon sword technique.
In this regard, Jiuyang did not lie to deceive the third uncle.
To say the least, even if the soul blood is of no use to me, as long as it can help Third Uncle, I will still go and "steal" it without hesitation.
Mountains of swords, seas of fire, dragons and tigers' dens, no matter what.
"Let's go, let's go back and tell you how good I am." Third Uncle urged impatiently: "How good it will be depends on you."
"Whether you continue to stay in the Demon-Slaying Pond and never see the light of day, or whether you go to the outside world in a big way, depends entirely on whether you can successfully obtain soul blood."
"Youdao means father and son go into battle, and the blood of the soul depends on Suning."
"Well, get out of here, labor and management can't wait any longer." Third Uncle shouted.
I chewed the Wangwang senbei and thought thoughtfully: "This is a once-in-a-hundred-year battle over luck. Each of the six meridians shows their magical powers and uses all their methods."
"Overtly and covertly, we do everything we can."
"Xixi is very tired. I want to help her and take advantage of the four months I have to destroy the remaining disciples of the Five Meridians one by one."
"This is easy for me, and I can do it without even noticing."
San Bo put his hand on his forehead and said at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "So you want to gather all the luck in Kunlun by yourself?"
I answered calmly: "Yes."
Sanbo waved his hands and said: "No, the six-legged situation in China has been maintained for thousands of years. The so-called battle of luck is indeed very important to the foundation of Shanmen, but in the end, half-fighting luck is enough to maintain any lineage for a hundred years."
"The luck in the world is divided into nine categories. You gave it all to Ling Yatou, leaving the five meridians to play with."
"If you do this, Kunlun will immediately become a thorn in the side of all forces and be attacked by a group of people."
"If you ask me, it's absolutely feasible for you to help the spirit girl a little bit, and it's within the rules."
"Don't do anything that goes too far. You have a true phoenix destiny, and Ling Yatou has a true dragon destiny. Together, you two have four battles of luck."
"Si Dou, what concept do you know?"
Sanbo picked his nose leisurely and said casually: "Kunlun won't have to worry about it for eight hundred years. This is it. Are you content with this? You still want to mess with me?"
"The battle for luck is about luck, and it is also about the training and experience among the younger generations."
"If this is not the case, why did the Six Meridians agree not to allow the masters of each channel to interfere? Can't you understand such a simple thing?"
San Bo hated the iron and murmured: "Your mission is to deal with the demon's energy and save me from the sea of misery."
"This is the key point, why not circle it? It will be tested."
"As long as you are alive and safe, this is what Ling girl wants most, do you understand?"
I threw down the bag of potato chips, turned around and said, "Just wait a little longer and I'll get the soul blood as soon as possible."
"Success or not, I will definitely come back within four months."
Sanbo watched me leave and suddenly said, "Don't worry, I'll teach you another trick."
As he spoke, he floated on the water and performed various tricks, deliberately slowing down for me to watch: "Here, Kunlun Autumn Wind Technique, an offensive technique."
"Whoosh."
The wind howled and the water surged.
In an instant, waves of several meters were set off, which was deafening.
"Frost kills all kinds of grass. It can be attacked or defended. Just take a look."
Sanbo made a strong effort, his palms were like fish, and he stretched forward with tricky gestures.
"Swish, swish, swish."
As he continued to incite, the water waves separated, forming fist-sized black water droplets, at least thousands of them.
"Go forward to attack." Sanbo clapped his big hand and leaned forward.
There was only a humming sound in my ears, and those suspended water droplets were lightning fast at an astonishing speed.
