Before I finished singing, Jiuyang sneered and replied: "I also think today is a good day, you are not far from death."
"What? Can your third uncle force my soul out of your body?"
"No, even if he successfully survives the thunderstorm like me and becomes a semi-immortal with the eighteenth level of martial arts, there is still nothing he can do."
"Unless a real immortal descends to earth to help you, you will be bound to me forever."
Jiuyang said proudly: "Come on, keep singing, I'm not afraid of your harassment."
I was so angry that I retorted angrily: "I'm not having a good time, so don't even think about it."
"We are both trapped at the bottom of the Demon Killing Pond, and we are sitting in the water prison with my third uncle."
"I'm okay. I have my third uncle by my side, and we chat about home affairs from time to time. I'm not alone."
"What about you, do you think that once you are trapped by my third uncle, when he regains his consciousness, you will be able to secretly regain his strength?"
"Idiots are talking about dreams, and their brains are flooded."
I laughed loudly and said: "I can't force you out of my body, but my third uncle must have a way to suppress you and restore your cultivation."
"For a long time, the days are like years, until you die of old age."
"If you die, just die. I am a mortal and I cannot survive for a hundred years."
"When the day I die, your soul will never have the chance to reincarnate, because my third uncle will definitely destroy your soul."
"What about ascending in the daytime, or being ranked among the immortals? Just have your spring and autumn dreams."
My cynicism obviously had a good effect. Jiuyang was restless and his fists clenched loudly.
He ignored me and concentrated on finding flaws in the formation.
I struck while the iron was hot, aiming to disrupt Jiuyang's mind and said: "Didn't you say that I sang well just now? I'll give you another one."
"The eyes are as wide as bells. Who said Jiuyang is a stupid donkey?"
"The ears stand up like antennas, like Jiuyang, this idiot."
"Ahaha...Jiuyang is stupid."
"Ahaha... Jiuyang is a maggot."
"The wronged souls underground are asking for their lives, asking for their lives, asking for their lives."
I screamed at the top of my lungs, "showing my true feelings" like never before.
Damn it, I was shocked after singing it.
What a perfect word change, as if it was tailor-made for Joyoung.
"Hold the moon."
Sanbo's voice echoed in my ears, and I looked through the corner of Jiuyang's light.
The black iron chain composed of tiny characters was completely broken in a crescent moon of sword energy, making it difficult to reassemble.
And that little black flag was shaky and swaying.
"Dong Lei."
Sanbo's sword pierced the void, and thunder erupted on the ground.
The shadow of the square-inch book flickers on and off, eventually disappearing and disappearing into nothingness.
Jiuyang was shocked and gritted his teeth.
If the spell is broken, as a caster, he will naturally suffer the backlash.
But then, Sanbo, who had the upper hand and could have taken down Jiuyang in one go, suddenly stopped.
He stood with his hands down, Tai Xuan Sword floating aside.
Above the pool, countless sword energy pierced his body, as if a stone had disappeared into the sea without a trace.
"You..." Jiuyang thought thoughtfully, spitting out the blood foam in his mouth, sighing and high-fiving: "Use Taixuan Sword Qi to wash away the devil's heart all the time, endure the pain of thousands of knives and cut your skin, in exchange for time
Not much awakening. Oh, you still have to deal with me here, tsk tsk tsk, you are indeed a monster."
"You are smart enough, but you are also cruel enough to yourself."
The blood redness in his eyes gradually decreased, and San Bo's cold face had indescribable complex emotions.
He stood up straight and said with a pale face, "Thank you for the compliment."
Jiuyang shouted: "Don't use the Taixuan Sword if you have the ability. Let's have a good fight."