"Your cultivation level has declined, but I am still at the seventeenth level of real martial arts."
"At most half a stick of incense, I will break your neck and let you know what reincarnation has no way out."
I was too lazy to reply and turned sideways to spit out my disdain.
Unexpectedly, a strong wind blowing from high altitude happened to hit Tong Xiazi on the face.
The old man cursed loudly and accelerated again like crazy.
I was shocked and wanted to slap myself a few times.
Madhu, when did this happen? Why are you spitting?
Can't you hold it back? You can just swallow it.
Regretful, irritable, and impatient.
My mind was focused on the rear, my mind spinning rapidly.
There are many spells left in Jiuyang's memory. Except for Ziwei's secret skills that are not passed down to others, the miscellaneous things are a mess.
I peeled off the cocoons and slowly recalled, trying to find a "good strategy" that could help me escape.
"Su Xinglan."
Blind Tong suddenly shouted something out of nowhere.
I thought the Third Uncle was here, and I was shocked and my eyes filled with tears.
Ouch, there's help.
However, through telepathy, there was no one else around.
If you think about it more carefully, San Bo is at the bottom of the Demon Killing Pond and is controlled by his inner demons using the Demon Sword Technique.
Precisely because he did not want to hurt innocent people and cause trouble and implicate Kunlun, he was willing to give up his freedom and become a prisoner.
His sanity waxes and wanes, and he has to use Taixuan Sword Qi to wash away his demonic heart and wake up randomly.
How could he appear here like this?
Seeing that I was unmoved, Blind Tong said sadly: "Human mentality and emotions are the weakest at the moment of life and death. Now, I believe you are no longer Su Xinglan."
I subconsciously wanted to spit in response, but fortunately, I held back.
Old immortal, one thing after another, psychology is used.
"Sooner or later you will be caught by me. Let's talk about it. What is your purpose of stealing soul blood?" Blind Tong deliberately disrupted my thoughts and shouted loudly: "Do you want to help Kunlun seek luck?"
"Of the six meridians of China, Kunlun occupies the Longtou Mountains and has the most luck."
"Twenty years ago, there was Su Xinglan, a peerless evildoer, who single-handedly overpowered his peers in the Six Meridians, both in civil and military cultivation."
"Don't say that the elders of each lineage can't breathe in front of him, but also the leaders of each lineage, who wouldn't be lower than him?"
"The youngest Celestial Spirit Master Lingxi in China was born in the next twenty years. To be fair, Kunlun took advantage of the right time and place."
"It takes people and good luck, and luck."
"There is no need for you to help me secretly. The six branches of China are still headed by Kunlun. This is a fact."
"Not only did your appearance fail to help Kunlun, but it will also trap Kunlun into injustice."
"Ji Xuanqing can't bear to live with this crime alone."
I finally spit out the phlegm that I had held in my mouth. For no other reason than to kill Blind Tong's energy and shut him up.
Sure enough, phlegm is the best.
There was total silence in the back, except for an old man wiping his face, mouth wide open, and mumbling. (yue, not gansui.)
With this gap, an ancient book listed as a "forbidden technique" by Jiuyang slowly appeared in my mind.
Because it is Jiuyang's memory, although it is integrated with me, every time I recall it, I always feel like I am searching for information.
Originally, things that did not belong to me were mixed into my body, and subconsciously, I was unwilling to accept them.
This made it seem as if a courtyard wall had appeared in the memories of the two of them, with me on the inside and Jiuyang on the outside.
Normally, most of the memories I have come from Suning.
Under abnormal circumstances, such as now, I climbed over that wall and indirectly became Jiuyang.
And this ancient book is called "The Art of Borrowing Spirits".
Use your lifespan to sacrifice to the way of heaven in exchange for five minutes of peak state.
Depending on the severity of the injury, the lifespan of each burn is different.
