True Immortal of the Netherworld

As soon as Huomoutuo finished speaking, his body, which was originally as quiet as a mirror lake, suddenly became active.

The large apricot-colored monk's robes he wore were swaying like angry waves. A circle of red spiritual pressure visible to the naked eye suddenly spread out from his body, and the strong pressure caused the ground beneath his feet to shake. . And the two thick red eyebrows on his eyebrows suddenly turned into two leaping flames. Viewed from the opposite side, it looks like its eyes are spitting fire, and it looks like a fire vajra standing there, majestic.

Upon seeing this, Qingshuiren showed no timidity and immediately responded loudly: "You bald man, don't think that just by lighting up your eyebrows, you can come out and scare people. Both of us brothers are well-known evil cultivators on the list. It’s not like being intimidated.”

Even though the man on the clear water didn't show weakness on the surface, he was murmuring in his heart. Could it be that Huomoutuo and Jintongzi were two of the so-called "Three Sons of Vajra" in the Golden Buddha Temple. As the largest Buddhist sect in the Northern Territory, the Golden Buddha Temple has a profound foundation and is definitely not something ordinary monks would dare to provoke. Although these three Vajra Sons are not the top monks in the Golden Buddha Temple, they are still very popular figures in recent years. Even two of them are not easy to mess with. "

Thinking of this, the man in Qingshui quickly looked around, his consciousness spread far away, and he breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no third monk within ten miles.

"Brother, if we start fighting with these two people now, will it delay our business?" the golden boy on the side reminded. He stood quietly, his breath as usual, and seemed to have no intention of taking action.

"Junior brother, don't forget, these two people have assassinated the disciples of our Golden Buddha Temple. After today, there will be no such good opportunity. Besides, if you and I join forces, we will not be able to delay even a moment. This kind of evil practice Everyone gets it and kills them, so it is considered a meritorious deed for us to kill them both," Huomoutuo said with an awe-inspiring expression.

Seeing the two monks on the opposite side muttering, the man in Qingshui looked coldly and shouted in his heart, "What do you care about the three bald Vajra heads? The first rule of evil cultivators is to strike first."

Immediately, Qingshui Ren waved his sleeves, and a sharp blue light shot out from his sleeves. It was a three-foot-long azure blue Taoist sword, with a frightening edge spitting out from the tip of the sword. The sharp blade cut through the void and made a creaking sound. A wave of azure water was thrown out from behind the sword's tail.

The Taoist sword shot by Qingshui Ren was a weapon he took advantage of. It was originally an imitation of Ruoshuijian, one of the famous swords of Qinglian Daochang. Ruoshuijian was the one in Liu Haiyu's hand now. Although it is an imitation, it is also made by the master of the Qinglian Dojo. Although the grade cannot be compared with the Ruoshui sword, it can still be called the top grade among the water-attribute swords. With the water-attribute spiritual veins of Qingshui Ren, it can be used Its power cannot be underestimated.

The next moment, the power of the Dao sword was like a blue shark emerging from the water, setting off a frightening sword edge.

The blood monk next to Qingshui Man also stood up almost at the same time. Strings of bloody runes appeared on the surface of the gilt incense burner above his head, suddenly became larger, and the whole person was hit directly like a cannonball. , the speed is naturally not as fast as the Dao Sword.

The target of a sword and a puppet is the golden boy on the opposite side.

"Golden Boy, as long as I kill you first, the remaining Fire Eyebrows, doesn't he like to play with fire? I will let him turn into a roasted sweet potato. No, let the blood monk brothers absorb all his blood soul and then turn into a roasted sweet potato. Sweet potatoes." Qingshui people thought about it. But he knew very well that it would be difficult for him to kill the golden boy with this blow. The soul power shown by the golden boy before was even stronger than that of Qingshui Ren.

But Qingshui Man is a master who always avenges his vengeance. Previously, he and Blood Monk were hiding behind the boulder. After being discovered by Golden Boy, they smashed the boulder into pieces with one blow, which really shocked Qingshui Man. Now, he naturally wants to scare the golden boy. At the same time, he was also ready to escape. This is Qingshui Man, full of evil cultivating routines.

Normally, the people in Qingshui treated the Blood Monk as a brother. But once he starts fighting with someone, the Blood Monk is his strongest unique weapon.

The blood monk is not much different from ordinary cultivators in terms of appearance and soul power fluctuations. Although the opponent's golden boy saw some clues, he always believed that the blood monk was a half-dead man who had practiced the secret art of blood soul, and was not sure that the blood monk was a puppet.

Every time the Blood Monk is used as a weapon by someone from Qing Shui Shui, it is usually a desperate move to fight the opponent, which will make the opponent shrink back. When cultivators fight with each other, although most of their moves are ruthless, they all cherish their own lives and longevity. After all, the purpose of practicing hard is to live forever. No one wants to fall in the battle, and no one wants to provoke such a character who will fight tooth and nail when they meet. The higher the level of cultivation, the more so. As the saying goes, the rich cherish their lives.

The Blood Monk is a puppet with no fear of life or death. No matter how seriously injured he is, he can be repaired by Qingshui Man. Therefore, every time the Blood Monk takes action, it will have unexpected effects.

In the blink of an eye, Qingshui Ren's attack of flying swords was already in front of the golden boy.

"Let me come." Before Golden Boy could take action, Huomoutuo shouted, took a big step forward, and blocked Golden Boy with his tall body.

Huomou Tuo threw the purple gold bowl in his hand towards the opposite side. In a purple-gold brilliance, the purple-gold bowl suddenly grew to a size of ten feet. The mouth of the purple gold bowl faces outwards and the bottom faces inward. As it rotates, golden Sanskrit characters are constantly flowing on its surface. The powerful power of the magic weapon, shining with golden light, was like a huge shield blocking the way of Huomoutuo and Jintongzi.

There was a crisp sound of "dang". The Tao sword shot by Qingshui Ren pierced the surface of Zijinbo.

The sword rotated and was on top of the purple gold bowl, refusing to give way to each other, making bursts of harsh metal scratching sounds, and clusters of silver arcs popped up.

Seeing this, Qingshui Ren flicked his fingers and fired out a magic formula. Dozens of slender water lines suddenly appeared on the Tao sword, each water line was comparable to a sharp sword edge.

Instantly, the power of the Dao sword seemed to be hanging upside down in the angry sea, and its power increased greatly. The strong pressure caused the Zijin Bo on the opposite side to move back half a foot.

"Huh? This guy really has some tricks up his sleeve, no wonder he's so rampant." Huomou Tuo was thinking in his mind while activating the secret method to deal with it. Between the outlines of his fingertips, a golden Sanskrit character about a foot in size was drawn out of thin air. As Huomou Tuo recited the secret words of Buddhism, the golden Sanskrit characters flashed, like a golden bird, and landed at the bottom of the purple golden bowl.

The next moment, the pattern of a young monk sitting cross-legged engraved on the surface of the purple golden bowl came to life. The young monk was still sitting cross-legged, but the rosary beads in his hand were being twisted, and at the same time he opened and closed his mouth as if chanting a sutra. Suddenly, Zhuangzheng Buddha's words lingered, and the bottom of the purple gold bowl flashed with red fire. Suddenly, a phantom of a flaming tiger head about ten feet in size appeared on the purple golden bowl.

"Ouch——" A tiger roar shook the ground, and the power of the purple golden bowl's magic weapon suddenly doubled.

There was a loud "boom", fire shot into the sky, and water mist exploded. The Taoist sword fired by Qingshui Ren was quickly deflected with a cry and flew back.

Seeing that his technique was successful, Huomoutuo said proudly: "How can the magic of evil cultivators be compared with the supreme Dharma of our Golden Buddha Temple?"

The purple gold bowl used by Huomou Tuo was made by the famous forger monks in the Golden Buddha Temple for three years, using the essence of Songshan copper. In addition to the thirty-three layers of prohibitions branded on it, it is also inscribed with the secret of the seated Buddha. The two special restrictions of Yan and the power of the Fire Tiger, a total of thirty-five restrictions, are an amazing Buddhist magic weapon.

It's all a long story, just two breaths away.

Just when Qing Shui Ren's Dao sword flew back, the Blood Monk's cannonball-like bodies followed one after another.

Qingshui Ren didn't have time to take care of the rebounding Dao sword. His eyes were fixed on the golden boy behind Huomoutuo, he stretched out a pair of palms and moved his ten fingers back and forth. The body of the blood-stained monk high in the air was like a puppet controlled by strings. The body twisted at an incredible angle, bypassing the purple-gold bowl of the Huomoutuo, and headed straight for the golden boy.

Seeing this, Huomoutuo shouted: "Junior brother, be careful." It was already too late for him to stop the blood monk's attack.

Without stopping for a moment, the man on the opposite side of Qingshui made a sword-like finger gesture with one hand, holding an exquisite yellow paper talisman on his fingertips. On the talisman was a lifelike little red snake.

"Where the Taoist talisman is, the shadow of the blood soul, listen to my orders!" The man in Qingshui saw the right moment and chanted the Taoist incantation. The yellow paper talisman suddenly exploded, spraying out a string of red runes and smearing them in the void, and in a blink of an eye, a blood python appeared.

At this moment, the figure of the blood monk, who was flying in mid-air, fell down and was already in front of the golden boy. While the people in Qingshui were doing the magic with the talismans, blood shadows rolled in the gilded incense burner above the blood monk's head, and a blood python about ten feet in size rushed out. Angry mouths and sword teeth, blood and shadows rolling, and fishy winds scurrying around.

By the time Qingshui Ren finished all these actions, his Taoist sword had bounced back and hit a boulder. With a sudden sound, the Taoist sword was more than half submerged into the boulder, and the exposed half was shaking.

Judging from the appearance, the golden boy looks like a seven or eight-year-old boy, but his real age is already passed. It's just that the golden boy has practiced a rare Buddhist boy's skill since he was a child, which makes him look like he hasn't grown up. It can be said that the golden boy is also a practical figure who has experienced hundreds of battles.

Facing the sudden attack of the blood monk and the blood python he sacrificed, the golden boy's two big black eyes remained unblinking, showing no intention of retreating.

He raised his hand and threw it, summoning a golden Buddha bell that was only about an inch in size, and then fired a magic formula. The golden Buddha bell twirled around, and a brilliant golden light suddenly became three feet in size. Hovering over the head of the golden boy, the pattern of a warrior in golden armor can clearly be seen engraved on the surface of the Buddha bell.

"Ding dong, jingle dong."

The golden boy played a magic formula, the Buddha bell played, and a golden light was shed. Strings of Buddhist mantras and seals were intertwined in the golden light. In the blink of an eye, a three-foot-tall golden-armored Vajra appeared. This Vajra is outlined by spiritual light, with round eyes and wide mouth, big arms and round waist, wearing a Vajra hat on his head, and his fists clenched like hammers, making him look majestic.

The golden-armored Vajra crossed his arms directly in front of him, and a large golden bell-shaped protective shield instantly formed on his body.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise. The blood shadow exploded, golden light splashed, and in the incoming wind, the King Kong illusion and the shadow of the blood python collapsed simultaneously. The blood monk's body was lifted up by the counterattacking wind, like a wild red leaf in the sky. But the golden boy stood there without moving an inch, with no trace of damage on his body.

When the man in Qingshui in the distance saw this, his eyes widened and he shouted: "Jump up for me."

There seemed to be invisible thin threads on his ten fingers pulling on the Blood Monk's body. The Blood Monk's figure turned somersault in mid-air, and with the residual power of the explosion from the previous move, he desperately hit the Golden Boy again.

"Huh? This monk with the gold-plated incense burner on his head only has half his life left. Is he still fighting for it? He is really an evil cultivator!" When the golden boy saw this, he couldn't help but be surprised.

The golden boy hurriedly made a move with one hand, and the golden Buddha bell was held in his hand again. As soon as the Buddha bell was shaken, a large piece of gold flower spilled out, just like pulling out golden ink, turning the golden boy's body into a gilded color, and the golden boy's physical aura broke through again.

Without stopping for a moment, the golden boy shook the golden Buddha bell in his hand, nodded with his toes, made a deep mark on the ground with a snap, and turned into a shadow and flew back.

The golden Buddha bell in the hands of the golden boy is also a magic weapon from the Golden Buddha Temple, and a ray of soul power of a golden armored Vajra is cast on it. The legendary Golden Armored King Kong is the evil-suppressing divine general of Buddhism. Very few people have seen their true colors, and they are existences that others dare not provoke.

The Golden Boy is the master of the Nine Metal Spiritual Veins. It is only a hair short of the highest talent of the Ten Spiritual Veins. He can also be called one of the genius disciples in the Golden Buddha Temple. Combined with the Vajra Buddha Bell in his hand, he has few opponents among monks of the same level.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, stones flew, the ground shook, and dust flew up.

Where the Golden Boy had previously stood, the Blood Monk used the gilt incense burner on his head to create a large pit.

The "Blood Monk" in the middle of the pit is shaped like an upside-down onion, with the incense burner above his head inserted into the soil. The scarlet cassock was also torn open, and the exposed skin was covered in blood. From a distance, it looks like a big angry carrot.

The Qingshui man in the distance smiled, all this seemed to be what he expected. The goatee on Mr. Qingshui's chin was raised high, and he said proudly: "Golden boy, you still jumped up. It was Mr. Qingshui who won this round."

One jump after another, the people in Qingshui were extremely happy.

Immediately, Qingshui Man's consciousness moved, and the blood monk in the pit kicked his legs violently, his bones rattling, and with a pop, he pulled out the gilded incense burner inserted in the soil. Due to excessive force, the blood monk sat down on the ground and shook his head back and forth.

"Brother Blood Monk, come back." The man from Qingshui in the distance greeted loudly.

However, a cloud of blood mist rose from the gilded incense burner above the blood monk's head. Enveloped in the blood mist, the blood monk's entire body turned into a mass of blood shadow, shooting back.