True Immortal of the Netherworld

Huomoutuo secretly fired dozens of soul-sealing needles, targeting the one among the six arms of the Six-Armed Vajra with the Buddha's relic embedded in its palm.

"Beautiful Yin, try harder." Huomou Tuo shouted.

When Yin Mengting heard the words, she immediately understood. She opened her mouth and a stream of emerald green essence spurted out, falling on the green sandalwood beads in mid-air like a flying green vine.

In an instant, the light and shadow of a green sandalwood tree about ten feet in size appeared on the green sandalwood Buddha beads.

The green branches are like jade, the green leaves are like crystals, and the green sandalwood trees are peerless and independent, exuding a fairy temperament that ordinary people cannot understand.

Almost at the same time, the power of the Buddha's shackles released by the green sandalwood beads suddenly increased greatly.

"Swell".

The shackles of Buddha's light actually broke through the seven-colored light exercises released by the Buddha's relics in the six-armed Vajra palm, locking the arm tightly.

The six-armed Vajra suddenly exclaimed in his heart: "This is impossible. On top of the phantom of the green sandalwood tree that the woman in green clothes imagined, there is a trace of the power of creation that completely surpasses the Buddha's relics. That phantom of the green sandalwood tree is definitely not from the Zhongyuan realm. All, what is it?”

In surprise, the Six-Armed King Kong's eyes flashed, and he discovered that the soul-sealing needles shot out by Huomoutuo reached not far from his arm. But it was too late to take his arm back.

"Puff puff!" The soul-sealing needle pierced his arm, splashing a trace of blood.

Seeing that he had succeeded in the sneak attack, Huomoutuo said fiercely: "Take away my red fire and purple gold bowl, and then give me the Buddha's relic first."

While roaring angrily, Huomoutuo pinched the spell with both hands. On his fingertips, blood shadows flowed, and a blood soul seal was instantly created.

"Buddhist Dharma - Blood Tiger Sealing the Soul!"

Suddenly, streams of red flames ignited on Huomou Tuo's body. His veins were exposed, his eyes were bulging, and his appearance was even terrifying. He lit his blood soul and life essence as a fire sacrifice. At this moment, he was like a candle desperate for his own life.

The soul-sealing needle pierced into one arm of the Six-Armed King Kong released blood-red runes. These red runes are connected to the life essence of Huomoutuo itself. They twist like living creatures and instantly transform into tiger head seals, seventeen or eight in number. These tiger head seals bite like tigers, emitting a powerful soul-sealing power, sealing the meridians on this arm.

In order to have enough soul-sealing power, Huomoutuo's "Blood Tiger Soul-Sealing" technique cost him twenty years of life. Although Huomoutuo is at the peak of Yuanhun Realm and has a lifespan of several hundred, twenty years of lifespan is not something he can give up casually.

Huomoutuo lost his parents when he was young, and later lost his only biological brother. He seeks to survive in the cracks, and to achieve his goals, any means necessary is his survival creed. Perhaps only in this way can he become the Huomeduo he is today.

At this moment, the arm with the Buddha's relics inlaid on the surface was originally bound by the shackles of Buddha's light released by the green sandalwood beads, and coupled with the soul-sealing power of the Fire Brow Soul-Sealing Needle, it suddenly became sluggish.

With a "swell", the arm turned into a ball of blood mist and exploded.

In the blood mist, a pure white color was vaguely visible, so white that there was no trace of blood on it. It was a fallen "Buddha Relic".

Upon seeing this, Huomou Tuo's eyes showed determination, and he rushed over like a rabbit. With a roll of his sleeves, he rolled up the Buddha's relic in his sleeves.

"Hey, with my great wisdom, Huomou Tuo, of course the Buddha's relics belong to me. Twenty years of life are worth it." Huomou Tuo said with a burst of joy, regardless of the pain caused by burning his life.

At this moment, something strange happened.

One of the six-armed Vajra's arms was crippled, and he was extremely angry. His whole body trembled suddenly, and a colorful ray of light emitted from the "Buddha Relic" in the center of his forehead.

A roll of colorful light instantly transformed into a "Buddha's big hand" outlined by colorful auras.

This Buddha's hand is more than ten feet in size, but it is like covering the sky, covering the Fire Brow Tudor.

"Buddha's Dharma - Creation and Soul Sealing!"

Suddenly, circles of colorful light emitted from the colorful Buddha's hand, and countless Buddhist inscriptions fell down from the colorful light. At the same time, the dull and powerful sound of Buddha's words came out, rumbling and beating the void, like the angry sound of punishment from the Buddha.

At this moment, it was impossible for Huomoutuo's forward-moving body to avoid it.

"This guy still has tricks." Huomoutuo said in shock.

At this time, Yin Mengting was closest to Huomoutuo. She had just forcibly released a mouthful of original energy, which overdrawn her body a lot. At this moment, she was determined to help Huomou Tuo. She pinched the magic formula with both hands, trying to force the green sandalwood beads to move. But it was not enough in one breath, and the technique collapsed halfway through.

With a "buzz" sound, Huomoutuo's entire body was imprisoned by the colorful Buddhist inscriptions.

Huomou Tuo suddenly felt like he was falling into an endless abyss. He couldn't even see other people around him, and his body couldn't be raised at all. Without the Red Fire Purple Gold Bowl, Huomoutuo would have lost half of his combat power. Coupled with the fact that he had just overdrawn his life span for twenty years, he had no ability to resist at all.

"I, Huomoutuo, am going to fail..."

Immediately afterwards, the colorful Buddha's hand grasped Huomoutuo's entire body in it.

"If you destroy one of my arms, you have to pay the same price." King Kong, who was left with only five arms, angrily yelled.

As soon as the colorful Buddha's hand exerted force, a ruthless force came.

With a bang, Huomoutuo didn't even feel a trace of pain, and his body turned into a ball of blood mist and spread out.

In the blood mist, a white soul unwilling to disperse was lingering in the air with the "Buddha Relic" wrapped around it.

Persistence!

Persistence that is unwilling to fail!

That was Huomoutuo's persistence, his persistence to change his destiny at all costs.

He was once a little beggar living on the street, once a novice monk at the Golden Buddha Temple, a fire-browed warrior monk, a fire-browed Buddha, and finally became one of the three sons of Vajra, and he died.

When the golden boy opposite saw this, he screamed: "Give me the life of my brother Huomei!"

The golden boy was trembling all over, with tears in his eyes.

He holds the vajra bell, puts his feet on the ground, and rises into the air.

"Jingle, clang, clang."

The sound of the bell is as rapid as rain falling on the lake, but it cannot catch up with the passing time. The golden boy really wanted to go back in time, to the time when he first entered the Golden Buddha Temple to practice, and met the fire-browed monk who called him younger brother.

...

some years ago. In the Golden Buddha Temple.

A young monk, who looked about six or seven years old and had fine features, swung his loose robes around his body as he hurriedly ran through the corridor and accidentally bumped into someone coming from the opposite side.

The person who came was a young monk who looked about twenty years old. He had two fiery red eyebrows on his eyebrows, which were very eye-catching.

"What's your little monk's name? Don't you know you can't run around here?" Huimei said coldly.

"Back to this senior brother, my name is Jin Duo. I am a young monk who was recently selected from the mortal world and entered the Golden Buddha Temple to practice. Because I was too tired from practicing yesterday, I got up a little late this morning, so I hurried to the "Buddhist Ceremony Hall" "Chen Xiu. I bumped into you accidentally. Please forgive me, senior brother."

The Huamei monk looked at the little monk in front of him and was startled, because the appearance of the little monk Jinduo was about 60-70% similar to that of his brother who died in infancy. "Is it God's will? God knows that I miss my brother, so he sent me another one?"

Thinking of his younger brother who died young, Monk Huomei was heartbroken. If he had half of the abilities he has now, his younger brother would not have been killed by the disease at a young age. Continuously becoming stronger and not being influenced by fate is the tattoo engraved on the apex of Huo Meituo's heart.

Since entering the Golden Buddha Temple, the Huamei monk has tried his best, even resorting to deception, and finally entered the ranks of the "Warrior Monks" of the Golden Buddha Temple, and also achieved a powerful body.

"Did you, little monk, cry last night? Your eyes are still red and swollen."

"Senior brother, how do you know?"

Indeed, last night, Jin Duo failed to complete his scheduled practice tasks and cried helplessly in the corner. He was just a child, a child from the mortal world.

"Do you know that it is not easy to practice in the Golden Buddha Temple? It is best to have a strong backer." Huomou Tuo said, deliberately secretly urging his body, and the two red eyebrows on his eyebrows suddenly turned into jumping Flaming.

The young monk looked at the fire-browed monk and said in surprise: "This senior brother is so powerful, he can actually turn his eyebrows into fire."

"Senior brother, what do you mean, let me recognize you as my eldest brother?" The little monk was very smart and guessed the intention of the Huamei monk at once.

"Hmph! How about it? With me, the Huo-mei monk, protecting you, I can not only help you practice, but no one will bully you." The Huo-mei monk said proudly.

"Brother!" the little monk said obediently.

"Hahaha! Little brother!" the flaming eyebrow monk said happily, and the two flaming eyebrows on his eyebrows danced.

...

In the secret space.

A scene of memories flashed through Golden Boy's mind. It was the past between him and Big Brother Hot Eyebrow. The beautiful and warm memories have been ruthlessly destroyed by the cold reality.

The unparalleled anger in the golden boy's heart.

Suddenly, the golden light on the Vajra Buddha Bell in the golden boy's hand shone like tears, and in a blink of an eye, a tall golden-armored Vajra phantom appeared.

"Ah!" The golden boy looked up to the sky and roared, his voice like a sword piercing the void.

The next moment, the golden-armored Vajra shadow and his body merged into one.

The golden boy was wearing a diamond battle armor, holding a golden sword, and slashed it down.

The angry golden light cuts through the void and separates memories.

"Another one to die?" King Kong, who only had five arms left, said with disdain.

As soon as he finished speaking, the five-armed Vajra consciousness moved, and the Buddha relic between his eyebrows once again exerted its power, urging the seven-colored Buddha's light to be grasped down with his big hand.

The sword light struck by the golden boy hit the Buddha's big hand. It only caused a weak ripple and disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea.

The gap is like cloud mud.

The power of the Buddha's relics blessed by the seven-colored Buddha's light is a very high-level Buddha's power of creation, which can just restrain the golden boy's body of Buddha's power.

The next moment, the golden armored Vajra transformed from the golden boy was also held in the hands of the colorful Buddha hands.

At this time, the golden boy was protected by the Vajra Armor formed by the Vajra Buddha Bell, and he still had some ability to resist. There was a hint of panic in his eyes.

Huomoutuo was killed in an instant, and the golden boy was in danger again. This scene was completely seen from a distance by the Qingyan monk who was fighting with the six-armed Vajra to activate the magic weapon with one arm.

Although Qingyan Monk was under the control of the "Thousand-faced Ghost" at this moment, the Thousand-Faced Ghost clearly felt as if his heart was being scratched back and forth twice by a scraper.

Maybe he was too involved in the drama, maybe he was the Qingyan Monk at this moment, and there were tears flashing in the corners of his eyes.

"This Qingyan Monk's physical body is still a little weak. In this case, if I want to save the golden boy's life, unless I show my true colors and use the "Seven Evil Ghost Flags" with all my strength, I will have a 50% chance." Thousand-faced Ghost I thought quickly in my mind and hesitated instinctively.

As a complete assassin, Thousand-Faced Ghost almost never does anything he is not sure of.

The Assassin's Creed: You cannot kill your opponent with one blow. You may be the one who dies the next moment.

"Kakaka." The golden armor on the golden boy's body couldn't bear the pressure of the Buddha's hand and shattered into pieces.

"Poof!" The golden boy's body disappeared in a cloud of blood mist.

A ball of warm and flawless white soul and a lonely Buddha bell with a dull surface floated reluctantly in mid-air.

"Ding Dong."

The Buddha bell rang suddenly, like the helpless cry of a child from the mortal world in a lonely corner late at night.