True Immortal of the Netherworld

Just when Bai He's escape speed suddenly slowed down. From the direction it came from, a black ghost mist rolled and chased after him. In a blink of an eye, they arrived in front of the two old Taoists of Yushan.

"Run instead. The faster you two run, the more excited I am. What I like most is seeing others running for their lives. Isn't it exciting?"

As soon as he finished speaking, this black ghost mist blocked the white crane. The ghostly mist converged, and a person appeared inside.

The person who came was standing with his back on his back and his hands behind his back, and his face could not be seen. He is thin and small, wearing an inconspicuous gray robe, with a dark, rectangular ghost flag under his feet, and the whole person is hovering three feet above the ground.

The ghost flag under this person's feet is about ten feet in size, with complex ghost runes outlined in gold lines. From the edge of the ghost flag, jet-black ghost mist emits outwards from time to time, and a faint whine can be heard. The whining sound made people shudder.

Old Taoist Yushan and Old Taoist Meishan glanced at each other and suddenly felt something was wrong. Because the two of them couldn't see clearly the cultivation level of the person coming, they must have had a cultivation level far above the two of them, or they had used some magic to deliberately hide the fluctuations in spiritual power.

As a cultivator, high-level monks can easily discern the fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from low-level monks, and determine the level of their cultivation. On the contrary, it is difficult for low-level monks to do this.

Old Taoist Yushan looked at the white crane under his seat. He was so sluggish that he couldn't raise his head. He might not be able to run away again. The two of them also spent a lot of mana in order to pass through the Glazed Fire Way. While sitting on Bai He's back along the way, he secretly drank Bai He's spiritual blood and managed to recover half of his strength.

As a last resort, the two old Taoists jumped off the white crane and stood side by side, with a slightly nervous look in their eyes.

"Who are you, your Excellency? Why do you need to pretend to be a ghost? My brothers and I are strangers to you and have no grievances. What do you mean by chasing after me all the way?" Old Taoist Yushan asked incessantly, pretending to be calm.

"Senior brother?" Upon hearing the word "senior brother", the gray-robed man froze, and then fell silent.

"I am Old Taoist Yushan, and next to me is my junior brother, Old Taoist Meishan. Although he is not a disciple of a famous sect, he is somewhat famous in the Qingzhou area. If you don't mind, how about we all become friends? In this Green Fire Demon Realm , I don’t know how many treasures are waiting for us to get? I don’t know where you came from?” Old Taoist Yu Shan tried to ask.

The man in front kept his back and ignored it, but he took out a red spiritual fruit from his arms, bit it in one bite, left half of it, and then threw it forward.

Strangely, a translucent human figure suddenly emerged from the ghost flag at his feet, swallowed half of the apple in one gulp, and then quickly disappeared into the ghost flag. After doing all this, the man said in a gentle tone: "Senior brother, we have traveled all the way. You are a little thirsty. This ruby ​​spirit fruit is your favorite."

"He is clearly the only one, where does this senior fellow come from?" Taoist Meishan across the way asked, and couldn't help but look at Taoist Yushan next to him.

Naturally, the two old Taoists in Yushan couldn't see the translucent human figure that emerged from the ghost flag of the gray-robed man just now.

"This person is trying to be mysterious. The magic power of our brothers and sisters has not been fully recovered yet, so it is not the time to fight with this person. You and I will wait and see what happens and get through this time. If we meet this person next time, we will kill him without mercy. Burial place." Old Taoist Yu Shan conveyed the message quietly while winking.

The old Taoist from Meishan nodded, with a wicked smile on his lips, and said no more.

Old Taoist Yushan said loudly: "Your Excellency, don't think that we, the two brothers, are afraid of you. It's just that the two of us worked hard to enter the Green Fire Demon Realm to hunt for treasures, not to find people to fight, and we don't want to cause trouble."

"Yes, yes, my senior brother is right, we are not easy to bully." Meishan Old Taoist also raised his voice.

"Gah, gah." The white crane behind them stretched its neck and roared angrily at the visitor, as if it was also venting its dissatisfaction.

"Are you two really brothers?" As he said that, the man on the ghost flag turned around and floated to the ground. After that, the ghost flag was held in his left hand.

It was a very ordinary face, the only thing that had some characteristics was that it had a pair of small eyes like soybeans. If Xu Yang were here, he would definitely recognize that this person is "Zhang San" who previously sold him the "passing charm" of Shangmeng Inn.

Zhang San looked at the two old Taoists from Yushan opposite with a half-smile but not a smile. There was no fluctuation in his eyes, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"Can you still say such nonsense? My senior brother and I are like brothers." Meishan Old Taoist said, leaning to the side of Yushan Old Taoist, and took the opportunity to step back half a step, and put Yushan in front of him. The old man gives way to the front.

"Indeed, when I saw you two working together to kill a casual cultivator in the Glazed Fire Way before, you acted like brothers. Fighting brothers, killing brothers." Zhang San sneered.

"You? You've seen it all. Are you here to avenge that person?" The Meishan old man's tone was slightly panicked. As he spoke, he quietly reached out with one hand to grab the neck of the white crane behind him, ready to suck blood at any time to replenish his own. Fa Li, completely forgot about his name as the president of Meishan Animal Protection Association.

"We can't blame our brothers for this. The casual cultivator in Liuli Fire Dao struggled to support himself. Sooner or later, his soul will be refined by the devil's fire. We thought he was very pitiful, so we simply let him die." Yu Shan said. He rolled his eyes and explained.

"Really? I saw you two took away the spirit stone bag and storage bag from that person." Zhang San said loudly.

"This? We spent all the spiritual stones in the market before, and robbing him can only be regarded as robbing the rich and giving to the poor." Old Taoist Yushan said forcefully.

Zhang San showed disdain and said sarcastically: "You don't need a reason to kill someone."

Seeing that the matter was completely exposed, Old Taoist Yushan said quickly: "Looking at your martial arts, you should be a ghost cultivator. The man we killed before clearly practiced Buddhist martial arts, so he should have nothing to do with you. Otherwise, Your Excellency will not stop us two just now. In fact, you are here to hunt for treasures. We two brothers are not disciples of a famous sect and have no worth. With your skills, rather than waste time with us, It is better to go to the depths of the Green Fire Demon Realm to find greater benefits. At this moment, there are probably not many people entering the Blue Fire Demon Realm."

"Originally, my habit is to get up and kill one person every morning. For the sake of you two being brothers, I will make an exception and kill you two together. It's also a good idea to give you a companion on the road to hell. ." Zhang San said calmly.

This sentence completely angered Old Yushan, and he immediately shouted: "Seeking death!"

As soon as the words fell, Old Taoist Yushan and Old Taoist Meishan suddenly moved together.

They opened their mouths, two red lights flashed, and a pair of blood-red flying swords slashed straight at "Zhang San" on the opposite side. The speed was fast and urgent, only two straight blood-red lines were drawn in mid-air.

Zhang San did not dodge, and moved the ghost flag in his hand in front of him slowly.

I saw that the golden runes on the ghost flag were flickering, and then a jet of dark ghost energy surged out at the same time.

There were two crisp sounds of "dang, dang", and the two sneak attack flying swords could no longer move forward half an inch. The seemingly thin ghost flag is as strong as a magic weapon.

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the two old Taoists from Yushan winked at each other and said in unison: "Kill!"

The two of them were very skilled in their movements, using magic formulas to control the sword through the air.

"Buzz!"

The two flying swords trembled, and suddenly became thicker again. A sword light that was several inches long was spitting out from the sword tip, like two blood-red spiritual snakes drawing two strange arcs in the air, and the speed was three times faster. points, one left and one right piercing Zhang San's body from two directions.

"You only have one ghost flag, let's see how you can block it." Old Taoist Yushan said fiercely.

"Our pair of blood shadow soul-chasing swords have been refined for thirty years. No one has been able to escape at such a close distance. Let's put two holes in your body first." Meishan Old Taoist said with the same viciousness in his heart.

Seeing the opponent displaying ruthless moves, "Zhang San" always showed a calm look in his pair of small soybean-like eyes. He did not dodge or evade, silently reciting the magic formula in his heart, and thrust the ghost flag on the ground with his left hand. With a "thud", the ghost flag fell to the ground like a black war flag. The ghost flag was hunting and dancing on the surface, and its majesty remained undiminished.

Immediately afterwards, circles of golden halo appeared on the surface of the ghost banner, and Zhang San stepped into it, and his body disappeared in an instant.

"Dang-dang", there were two more crisp sounds, and the two flying swords that had lost their target struck firmly on the ghost flag.

Before, the distance between Yushan Taoist and Zhang San was only a few feet, but they didn't expect that a seemingly unavoidable move would be resolved by him in this way. They were so angry that Yushan Old Taoist and Meishan Old Taoist gritted their teeth.

Yushan Old Taoist was surprised and said: "What kind of ghost flag is this? It has such a strong defensive power. You know, even ordinary magic weapons can hardly stand up to this "Blood Shadow Soul Chasing Sword" without being hurt. ”

"His grandma can hide pretty quickly." The old Taoist from Meishan cursed.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them changed the techniques in their hands, preparing to withdraw their flying swords, and then look for an opportunity to launch an attack.

At this moment, a pair of big golden hands suddenly emerged from the ghost banner, and with a snap, they locked the two Blood Shadow Soul-Chasing Swords tightly.

The next moment, a monk with a pair of arms that were made of gold strode out of the ghost banner.

The golden-armed monk is two feet tall, has thick eyebrows and big ears, and is wearing a brown monk's robe. He is obviously not the same person as Zhang San just now. The golden-armed monk said nothing. He tightly grasped the two flying swords in his hands with his big golden hands and knocked them hard against each other.

"Dang! squeak, squeak, squeak." Amidst the sound of metal interlacing, sparks flew.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,,, on the two flying swords, they whined in unison, and their blades made half-inch-sized gaps in each other.

At the same time, the Yushan Old Taoist and the Meishan Old Taoist on the opposite side felt their throats sweeten, and each spat out a mouthful of bright red.

This pair of "Blood Shadow Soul Chasing Swords" were refined by the two of them with their own blood souls, and each of them had a ray of soul attached to them. Unexpectedly, stealing the chicken resulted in losing the rice. The Blood Shadow Soul Chasing Sword was instantly damaged, and their souls were also traumatized.

Looking at the golden-armed monk in front of him, Old Taoist Yushan ignored the severe pain in his soul and opened his mouth and said: "You? You are the eighteenth "golden-armed monk" on the list of evil cultivators in Zhongyuan Continent. No, according to legend, the golden-armed monk He is practicing the authentic Buddhist Vajra art. Why is there a ghost flag?"