True Immortal of the Netherworld

Demonized Xu Yang took the lead in attacking.

Every time he took a step, a cloud of purple mist exploded, and his figure appeared a few feet away as if teleporting.

In just three big steps, he arrived in front of the three-headed demon.

Demonized Xu Yang aimed at the opponent's chest and punched out with both fists at the same time.

The purple fire on the surface of his pair of fists is the transformation of the fire attribute after the power of the Yuan Demon materializes.

The golden magic lines on his arms shimmered like magic weapons, and the muscle lines were as full of edges and corners as rocks, and they were steaming.

"Warcraft - Fire Hammer!"

The body transformed into a monster, the pure physical skills, the striking power is more direct and crisp.

The punch was released, and the compressed and distorted space around him made a stabbing and tearing sound.

"I haven't seen him for more than a year. Not only is Xu Yang's martial arts in the Daoming realm, he is also so proficient in mastering the demonic body. The power he exerts with his fists is probably that of an ordinary Void Immortal realm monk. It’s hard to overcome it. It’s even better than when I was fighting for the position of Demon Lord of the Western Region.”

The three-headed demon judged Xu Yang's attack power, but his three heads made contemptuous expressions. He shook his six arms and said arrogantly: "Xu Yang boy, this demon can deal with you with just one hand. That's enough. Using one more finger is bullying you."

The three-headed demon faced Xu Yang's attack, stretched out a pair of arms, and pushed flat with his palms, which was also a barbaric physical technique move.

A sandstorm seemed to rise on the surface of his arms, and his powerful physical skills directly granulated the overflowing soul power.

The ten fingers of his palms were as sharp as hooks, and the palms had strangely fleshy pads like lions.

A purple storm swirls on the surface of each palm, which is the wind attribute change after the power of the Yuan Demon is materialized.

The three-headed demon swung out his palms, and the surrounding space was twisted into a twist like a thin iron sheet pulled by a tornado.

Comparing the two, the three-headed demon master's control over the demonized body is much better than Xu Yang's.

"Warcraft - Storm!"

boom!

With a dull and solid sound, Xu Yang's fists were wrapped by the three-headed demon's big palms.

The moment the magic technique collided, a circle of air waves exploded, causing the altar to shake violently.

Xu Yang's forward momentum suddenly came to a halt. He felt his shoulders go numb, as if he had hit a fairy wall, and his internal organs were trembling.

Next, what made Xu Yang feel terrible was that the palms offered by the three-headed demon actually contained a little power of the law of wind attribute.

The fire demon power on Xu Yang's fist was instantly suppressed by the opponent's wind demon power.

This is where the true cultivation of the Void Immortal Realm is powerful. Even a trace of the power of law can bring about changes in soul power, which is a qualitative leap.

The gap between the two is like cloud mud.

The wind demon roared, and the fire demon turned off its flames, billowing out white smoke and then exploding.

Fortunately, Xu Yang's demonized body is solid enough, and he has practiced the Golden Buddha Holy Body Sutra to the ninth level, and the bones of his whole body, including his arms, are blessed by the power of nine thousand gold mountains.

If it was an ordinary physical training, this would be the result of the fist and arm being shattered together.

Even if Xu Yang barely withstood it, the surface of his arm felt as if it had been stabbed by countless wind cones, with small blood holes appearing, and the purple blood overflowing from the wound directly shattered into blood mist.

"Let me choke, is this a game of rock, paper, scissors? This guy's palm and paper just restrain my fist and rock."

Xu Yang immediately understood his situation. As expected, he was no match for the three-headed demon in a head-on confrontation.

"Xu Yang, you are still far behind." The three-headed demon said proudly.

But Xu Yang's next performance was beyond the three-headed demon's expectations.

Xu Yang does not retreat but advances!

He lunged forward, wrapped his hands around the waist of the three-headed demon, and locked his ten fingers into a ring, hugging the three-headed demon tightly.

The three-headed demon is a thousand-year-old monster with extraordinary wisdom and rich combat experience. He understood Xu Yang's intention immediately.

"This Xu Yang is not trying to compete head-on with me, but is trying to restrict my actions. Next, the golden monk will probably destroy the altar or something. How cunning!"

The three-headed demon tried to break away, but found that Xu Yang was hugging him too tightly, with his face buried directly in his stomach.

His three heads immediately showed anger, and his three mouths shouted angrily at the same time

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"Xu Yang, your rogue style of play has simply insulted the noble Yuan Demon bloodline."

"Xu Yang, you are looking for death."

"Break its spine."

The three-headed demon swung its six arms and smashed Xu Yang's back like a drum.

Boom, boom, boom.

There were dozens of punches in an instant, and the power of each punch was enough to easily smash a hill into powder.

Xu Yang's body kept trembling, his spine crackled, and the corners of his mouth were bright red, but he just shouted: "Jinyu young monk, why are you still standing there? Quickly use the magic weapon talisman!"

At that moment, the golden jade monk was stunned on the spot.

The previous battle plan of the two men was entirely drawn up by Xu Yang.

The first step of the plan is for Xu Yang to attack first to attract the attention of the three-headed demon, and then the golden jade monk completes the arrangement of the magic weapon talismans and destroys the ghost talismans on the 30,000 demon soldiers.

But what the young monk Jinyu saw was that Xu Yang rushed over and hugged the three-headed demon, letting the other party beat him.

"This? This? This? Friend, what kind of attack are you doing? Are you trying to kill me?" The golden jade monk screamed in his heart, but he couldn't speak at all.

The first thing that Jinyu Little Monk thought of was to go over and save Xu Yang, otherwise he was really worried that Xu Yang would be hammered to death by the Three-Headed Demon Lord.

If the young monk Jin Yu rushed over to rescue Xu Yang immediately, it would not only mess up the battle plan agreed upon by the two of them, but Xu Yang's beating would also be in vain.

At this time, the young monk who was as smart as gold and jade was also confused.

The eyes of the golden jade monk were filled with moisture.

He is an optimistic person and thinks that there is nothing in the world that he cannot see through.

This time, his third method did not understand Xu Yang's impulsive play, but his heart felt the same and understood Xu Yang's determination to win.

Xu Yang, who had been chatting with the three-headed demon with a smile just now, was now fighting for his life regardless of his own safety.

"Seriously, this guy Xu Yang is simply not a human being. The Tathagata Sutra says, if I don't go to hell, who will. My friend, you are truly the Tathagata!" The little golden monk couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Quick! Little Golden Monk, did you hear what I said? Quickly bring out the magic weapon talisman."

Hearing Xu Yang shouting wildly again, the golden jade monk regained his energy and asked in his heart: "Xu Yang, you hateful guy, didn't your battle plan say you were going to fight to the death?"

"He is ruthless -" the young monk shouted his lay name, tears bursting out of his eyes like two rivers.

At the same time, the golden jade monk held the magic weapon talisman that Xu Yang had given him in his hands and made a sign of folding his hands.

He quickly determined in his mind the fluctuations in soul power of those demonic soldiers who obtained the power of demonic spirits through their own bodies.

"Their soul power fluctuates sixty-eight times per breath time."

Between the palms of the golden jade monk, there is the power of the devil injected into it, and the power fluctuates sixty-eight times per breath.

Buzz! The magic weapon talisman is activated.

Without stopping for a moment, the golden monk threw out the magic weapon talisman in his hand.

The magic weapon talisman swelled in the wind, and in an instant it was about ten feet in size. The complex ghost inscriptions engraved on its surface kept flickering.

In the middle of the magical talisman is a big ghost dharma image with two wings on its back.

boom!

The magic weapon talisman exploded, causing an endless ghost wind.

"Ghost Escape—Ghost Wind Ninth Level!"

It was Ning Tianqi's famous stunt.

And the Ghost Wind Nine Heavens style sealed in this divine weapon talisman can be said to represent Ning Tianqi's ten successful powers.

Instantly.

The ghost wind roars, and all ghosts chirp, covering the sky and hell, shaking the nine heavens.

The technique exploded in the high air, and the soul power it released was accurately 68 times per breath.

Within the reach of the ghost wind, 30,000 demonic soldiers staggered here and there, and the blood curse talismans embedded in their chests resonated with the ghost wind's ninth-layer heavenly spell.

Puff puff puff, puff puff puff puff, puff puff puff puff puff.

The blood curse talismans on the chests of the thirty thousand demon soldiers vibrated and exploded, leaving no one alive.

The fighting souls of the 30,000 demonic soldiers who lost the control of the blood curse talisman immediately became chaotic.

Every one of them went berserk.

The scary thing is that because they have no intelligence and no one to control them, they start killing each other randomly.

In the eyes of these demon soldiers and fighting spirits, destroying everything in front of them is what they do.

their instinct.

Bang bang bang, boom boom boom.

Some heads fell off, some arms flew off, some thighs were broken...

The fighting souls of thirty thousand demon soldiers turned into a pot of porridge.

On the altar, when the three-headed demon saw this scene, he had no time to hammer Xu Yang and quickly took out the golden ancestral talisman that Qingshui had given him.

He poured his soul power into the golden ancestral talisman, and the ancestral talisman lit up, emitting circles of golden light waves.

"Demon soldiers obey the order, the demon soldiers obey the order, stop for this demon lord, anyone who disobeys the order will be shattered into ashes!" The three-headed demon lord shouted anxiously while holding the golden ancestral talisman high.

Those demon soldiers are dead creatures and are not afraid of death at all. Moreover, the demon soldiers without the restrictions of the blood talisman are no longer talisman soldiers and cannot understand the orders from the three-headed demon.

They continued to kill each other, and the scene became increasingly chaotic.

Although the injured demon soldiers can repair their bodies on their own, the power of the demon spirits in their bodies is constantly being consumed.

Once you die more than a dozen times, the power of the demon spirit is exhausted, and you need to re-inject it before you can continue to use it.

The Three-Headed Demon Lord was so angry that he shouted: "What bullshit ancestral talisman? Why can't it be used?"

In desperation, the three-headed demon continued to inject soul power into the golden ancestral talisman.

There were cracks on the surface of the ancestral talisman, and it was overwhelmed. It exploded with a bang, and a ball of black blood spattered and fell on the face of the three-headed demon. It was fishy and smelly.

Qingshui Man standing in the distance saw this scene and exclaimed: "I refined this golden ancestral talisman with the blood soul essence of the blood monk. It took seven, seven and forty-nine days. Only This one. Without the golden ancestral talisman, no one can control these rampaging demon soldiers."

Zhang San, the Thousand-faced Ghost, had a pair of small eyes, his hands were tightly holding the Seven Evil Ghost Flags, and he was trembling involuntarily.

"The war soul plan has failed, and Lord Demon Lord is in a bad mood. Who can I ask for my senior brother's ten years of life? Xu Yang, Jinyu Monk, you two are so abominable, you are the most abominable evil cultivators."

When Cang Yue saw the sudden ghost wind in the night field, she immediately recognized it as Ning Tianqi's famous trick.

"With such a domineering Ghost Wind Ninth Layer, it seems that Ning Tianqi's brother's body has recovered as before. After thinking about it, only Ning Ning, who can directly break the blood curse talisman on 30,000 demon soldiers, can do it. Brother Tianqi, you, the Heavenly Ghost Sect, who is thousands of miles away, can actually figure out the situation here. Are you a human being or a ghost who knows nothing about it? "

On the altar.

The Three-Headed Demon Lord was already furious, grinning, foaming at the mouth, and violently pounded Xu Yang with his six iron fists again.

While beating him, he cursed: "Xu Yang, you bad guy, you ruined this demon master's war soul plan. Even if I kill you now, I still can't relieve the hatred in my heart."

When the fist hit, a storm exploded on top of one another.

It was a storm fist with the power of the wind attribute law. It was sharper than a sword and stronger than a hammer.

At this moment, Xu Yang was standing still, being pounded continuously by the three-headed demon.

If he hadn't activated the dolphin brain splitting technique and the Yaobian Tianmu state of mind blessing earlier, and tried hard to stay awake, he would have passed out.

His face was covered in blood, and his vision was obscured by the purple blood flowing from his head.

At this moment, the world in Xu Yang's eyes was stained with purple blood.

He vaguely saw that the golden jade monk successfully sacrificed the magic weapon talisman, and that ghost wind nine-layer technique successfully removed the blood curse talisman from the 30,000 demon soldiers.

"Hey," Xu Yang, whose face was covered in blood, completely ignored the pain in his body, "good job, my friend Jinyu."

But at this moment, Xu Yang had no intention of letting go. His arms tightly wrapped around the three-headed demon king's waist, as if he was growing on it.

Xu Yang knew in his heart that lifting the blood curse on 30,000 demon soldiers and transforming them from talisman soldiers into ordinary demon spirits was only the first step.

Next is the second step of the plan, which is the key to success or failure and must be completed.

At this moment, the fluctuations in the inner soul power of the golden jade monk were completely connected with the fluctuations in the inner soul power of Xu Yang.

A common voice sounded in their hearts: "Together, we will send one hundred thousand demon soldiers into the black hole in the sky."

"Friend Xu Yang, the golden jade monk is here!"

The golden monk shouted, and his powerful demon body rushed over in a few strides.

He and Xu Yang hugged the three-headed demon tightly.