Life span, I might have cared about it a lot in the past.
The mortal body is only a hundred years old, so it is natural to cherish every day in the future.
But now, having inherited Jiuyang's cultivation that ranks at the pinnacle of Chinese martial arts, he has a lifespan of three hundred years.
I really don't care about losing more than ten or twenty years.
Especially in the current desperate situation, even if you become an old man with gray hair, you will be luckier than losing your soul.
The problem is that sacrificing one's lifespan to the way of heaven can only exchange for five minutes of peak state, which makes me speechless.
Five minutes, isn’t it too short?
In Pei Chuan's words, the word "short" really doesn't sound good for a manly man.
After all, it’s ten years. Calculated as 365 days in a year, that’s a full 3,650 days.
Even if you didn’t know me and I didn’t know you ten years ago, can’t you give me a few more minutes?
Moreover, according to the restrictions of "Spiritual Borrowing Technique", you can only sacrifice once in three days, and you have to withstand the rebound from heaven.
Blind Tong did suffer some injuries, neither serious nor minor, and his cultivation level was still at the seventeenth level of martial arts.
At my peak, I couldn't defeat him in five minutes, let alone Sleepy Guy and others who were standing by to support me at any time.
After thinking about it, I must sacrifice a sacrifice, and the only benefit that can be given to me is to run away.
Use your peak cultivation to escape and temporarily get rid of these six dung beetles.
Damn it, I can’t think about it, the more I think about it, the more I feel frustrated.
I feel like spitting when I feel aggrieved.
Whenever I spit, someone scolds me.
As soon as he scolded me, I lost my temper, and without saying a word, I started sacrificing according to the requirements of "Spiritual Borrowing Technique".
Using the horoscope of birth as a guide, pinch your hands and perform secret spells, and in conjunction with the obscure secret spell recorded in the book, spray the essence and blood from the tip of your tongue and smear it on the center of the eyebrows.
Soon, a slightly burning stinging sensation came over me.
Within four or five seconds, my head was as hot as fire and I felt dizzy.
At this time, I completely lost my resistance and gave the demonic energy the best opportunity to corrode.
The mind gradually becomes blurred, out of self-control, and difficult to suppress.
Countless distracting thoughts poured into my mind, spreading in circles like a tide.
The picture in front of me was quietly distorted, and I saw countless corpses.
They were piled up into mountains and blood flowed into rivers.
Dirt, sand, rocks, trees.
Wherever you look, the earth is no longer colorful.
Only scarlet is densely covered and integrated, stretching across the sky.
Inexplicably, I feel longing, anticipation, enjoyment, and intoxication.
Sinking in it, unable to extricate itself, unwilling to wake up.
That is the holy land that I yearn for, the world that I dream of creating.
Murder, corpses, blood.
The land is filled with mourning and the bones are piled high.
"Boom."
My mind was shaking, and a green light fell from the sky.
It seems to be something and something is not, it’s so weird and hard to distinguish.
It penetrates into my scalp and drags my vitality outward.
Vitality represents longevity.
One year, two years, three years, eight years.
Until the life span is reduced by fifteen years, the green line breaks, and everything becomes dull.
His consciousness was hazy, and his strong murderous intention was rising steadily.
Along with it, my cultivation level plummeted, jumping from the sixteenth level of martial arts to the seventeenth level again.
Suddenly like a dream, I asked myself what I was doing and what I was going to do.
Who am I and where am I.
Where did it come from and where did it go?
Talking to myself, the answer is hard to come by.
Suddenly, I heard Blind Tong’s voice.
Tens of meters away, he shouted with fear on his face: "You, your cultivation...
"No, you are already possessed."
"Damn it, hurry up, we must stop him."
A flash of clarity flashed through my eyes covered by blood, and I remembered, my name is Suning.
I want to escape and save my life.
The people chasing me behind are the Chinese Taoists.