True Immortal of the Netherworld

In the martial arts arena.

Monk Sanlei knelt on one knee, supporting the ground with one hand as he trembled uncontrollably. His body was as heavy as a hill.

He covered his severely injured chest with his other hand. It was like someone had inserted an iron fist into his chest. It was so painful and congested that he couldn't even muster the strength to speak.

He looked at Xu Yang across from him, his eyes full of horror, "This Xu Yang is too cunning, letting him take the lead in the decisive victory by making the first move. I didn't expect that he turned out to be a powerful physical practitioner with a thunder attribute physique, and the speed of his attacks His strength is top-notch. If he hadn't been careful just now, my heart would have been directly smashed by him. I'm afraid that I, the Sanlei monk, would have completely gone to see the Buddha of the West today. "

Cough cough cough.

Monk Sanlei trembled violently, coughed violently, and blood spurted out from his chest.

Instead, he felt a lot more happy in his chest. His chest was rising and falling like a hill. He took a deep breath before he had the strength to speak.

"I, I remember you, you are Xu Yang."

Xu Yang saw the appearance of Monk San Lei and thought to himself: "Did I strike too hard just now? Since raising the Demonic Whirlpool Realm to the second level in the volcanic thunder pool, the attack power of the Thunder Escape Technique has become even higher than before. It has improved a lot. I didn't want to beat this great monk to death. Not to mention that I have no grudges with him, but if I, as a temporary lay disciple, really killed the elite disciple of Hongyi Hall in public, I would It’s like a public slap in the face of the Golden Buddha Temple. It’s certain that the Golden Buddha Temple will expel me, and they might even hunt me down. How can I go to the Golden Light Pagoda to find fortune for Lin’er?”

Xu Yang clasped his fists slightly and said loudly: "Chengrang, are you okay, great monk?"

Monk Sanlei did not respond and cursed in his heart: "Fake mercy."

The corners of his mouth curled up, trying to force out a fake smile. But his malicious eyes and the beating muscles on his cheeks betrayed him. The curve of his mouth looked more like the tip of a bright sharp knife. Maybe there is a sharp knife of revenge hidden in his heart at this moment.

Monk Sanlei looked at Xu Yang without blinking, and stumbled back until he was ten feet away.

"He can't fly over and hit me directly at this distance." Seeing that Xu Yang didn't follow him, he stood still and looked around, seeing the fighting situation of the others. Except for the three-stone monk who was knocked to the ground by Murong Yu, the other three Monk Yan and Monk Sanli didn't take advantage either.

"Junior Brother Sanshi was also injured, but with his rock body's self-healing ability, it seems that there shouldn't be much of a problem. Junior Brother Sanyan and Sanli also have no chance of winning. We are really too careless this time. We The Four Fohus are good at team fighting, but they were attacked by their opponents. It was a tactical mistake. If we want to reverse the defeat, we must use our special skills. "

Monk Sanlei looked at Xu Yang across from him and squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "The four sons of Buddha and Tiger have not lost yet."

He quickly drew out the spell with both hands, and the golden arcs on his fingertips swirled like flying knives. Then, at a point between his eyebrows, a circle of golden light rippled, and the golden lightning marks on his eyebrows suddenly lit up. The lightning marks shot out golden arcs, more and more, covering his body surface in an instant.

The scars on his chest healed quickly under the power of lightning, and the wounds in his body were also healed by the power of lightning.

"Rumble, rumble." There seemed to be muffled thunder rolling in Monk Sanlei's body.

He shouted: "The four tigers are united!"

After Sanshi, Sanyan and Sanli heard this, they immediately jumped out of the battle circle and each used their hands to create the same magic formula.

Without stopping, three golden arcs of electricity popped up from Monk Sanlei's body, flying out like three lightning arms, and landed on Monk Sanshi, Monk Sanyan, and Monk Sanli in the distance.

As soon as the three golden thunderbolts were closed, with the three thunder monks as the center, the four monks stood side by side.

Seeing the four monks gathered together, Murong Yu, Gongsun Zhi and the black boy Zhang Li also ran towards Xu Yang quickly.

Murong Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, holding the string in his hand

Treasure Buddha Beads said seriously: "It seems that these four monks will continue to fight."

Gongsun Zhi pointed the dragon-tiger flame gun towards the other side and said sternly: "We are just warming up. I will stay with you until the end."

The black boy stood up, clenched his fists, and said loudly: "Just do it and it's over."

The three of them stood up and prepared to fight again.

Xu Yang put his hands behind his back, looked at the opposite side, and smiled without saying a word.

Monk Sanlei on the opposite side said loudly: "Don't think we will admit defeat, let the four of you see the true methods of the four sons of Buddha and Tiger in the Red Clothes Hall."

Monk Sanlei sent a message: "Three junior brothers help me."

Upon hearing this, the other three monks immediately lined up behind Monk Sanlei, placing their palms against the vest of the previous one.

"Ah——" the three of them roared in unison.

They poured their magic power into the San Lei monk at the front.

In an instant, a powerful soul domain rolled out from the feet of Monk Sanlei.

It was a wave of golden thunder and lightning. The thunder and lightning soul realm had become substantial, and it had already surpassed the definition of a Yuan Soul Realm monk and would not allow Dao Ming Realm monks.

The ground shook and thunder roared with great momentum.

At the same time, the three people behind Monk Sanlei also fully activated their soul power. Each person's body showed the shadow of a fierce tiger, namely the sharp-edged rock tiger, the flame tiger covered with flames and the powerful giant force. Tiger.

Monk Sanlei grabbed the golden bell from his waist and threw it towards the top of his head.

The golden bell twirled and turned into a size of about ten feet in an instant.

Monk Sanlei used his hands to create magic formulas like wheels, and all of them landed on the surface of the golden bell above his head.

Jingle, jingle.

The crisp and rapid sound is like the hooves of a horse killed in the night.

Astonishingly, a huge golden tiger appeared on the surface of the golden bell and kept jumping. Clusters of golden arcs shot out, crackling in the void with a stinging sound. Everything within a radius of dozens of feet was shimmering with golden light.

The entire martial arts arena suddenly boiled with excitement. Almost all the audience stood up, and everyone's eyes showed excitement.

"It's the legendary technique of stacking Arhats."

"See that bell? It's the magic weapon that made Monk Sanlei famous - the Thunder Tiger Golden Bell."

"I'm so lucky to see you. This trip is really worth it."

"The four sons of Buddha and Tiger in Red Clothes Hall have shown their special skills."

"They will definitely kill the four people on the opposite side."

"The final victory still belongs to the four sons of Buddha and Tiger."

"Hurry up and blast the four boys on the opposite side with lightning. I'll be waiting to collect the spirit stones."

...

Even the several great monks wearing purple and gold cassocks sitting in the grandstand stood up.

"The Four Buddhas and Tigers of the Red Clothes Hall are using the technique of stacking Arhats and activating the Thunder Tiger Golden Bell to launch an attack. I'm afraid someone will die."

"Amitabha."

"Should we call a temporary halt?"

"Those four lay disciples overestimate their abilities and insist on fighting for a trial spot in the Golden Light Pagoda. If they are killed by the Four Buddhas and Tigers on the spot, they will suffer the consequences."

"There are a few lay disciples who have not officially entered the temple, and there is no need for us to help."

...

In the middle of the field.

The four sons of Buddha and Tiger in Hong Yitang used the technique of stacking Arhats to concentrate the power of the four on Monk Sanlei.

The golden lightning mark between Monk Sanlei's eyebrows turned into a spider web and crawled all over his face, looking hideous and terrifying.

Monk San Lei cursed in his heart: "The four brats headed by Xu Yang will let you taste the bitter fruit of opposing our four sons of Buddha and Tiger today. I used the thunder and lightning unsealing technique to unlock the seal I sealed between my eyebrows. The power of life will cost you at least ten years of life. You have to pay for it, especially Xu Yang. I will pay you back twice as much as you hit me."

At this moment, Monk Sanlei was almost crazy. he

His whole body was shaking, and the red cassock outside his body was torn to pieces by the golden power of thunder and lightning emanating from him. His exposed arms and cheeks were even scratched with tiny bloodstains by the force of lightning.

Obviously, the power of thunder and lightning he unleashed has reached the limit of what he can control.

Murong Yu said: "We can't give them a chance to make a comeback. That bell magic weapon is no small matter."

Gongsun Zhi said: "We spread out our formation and launch attacks from all sides."

The black boy Zhang Lidao said: "It looks like we are going to play for real." After saying this, he clasped his hands on the spiritual pet bag around his waist, preparing to call out his three-eyed black bear.

Xu Yang waved his hand, took a step forward, and said calmly: "You three brothers don't need to take action, I have my own way."

Murong Yu, Gongsun Zhi and Zhang Li looked at each other in confusion.

Murong Yu questioned: "Xu Yang, now is not the time to show off as a hero. The outcome depends on this."

Gongsun Zhi said doubtfully: "Brother Xu Yang, are you sure you want to take action alone?"

The black boy Zhang Li had great trust in Xu Yang and said loudly: "Brother Xu Yang, I believe in you."

Xu Yang took two steps forward, waved his hand towards the opposite side, and said loudly: "Monk Sanlei, I advise you to be kind. If you resort to such horrific means, someone will die."

Monk Sanlei roared loudly: "Xu Yang, are you afraid of death? It's not too late to kneel down and beg for mercy and admit defeat."

Xu Yang shook his head repeatedly and said: "No, no, no, I am afraid that you will be killed by my own lightning."

Monk Sanlei asked with a questioning look on his face: "What did you say?"

"Look if you don't believe me." Xu Yang pointed at the golden bell above Monk Sanlei's head.

Monk Sanlei raised his eyes and took a closer look. At some point on the surface of the golden bell, there was a purple swirl-shaped mark the size of a fingernail.

At this time, the purple vortex-shaped mark had begun to rotate, and purple arcs shot out.

"Is this?" Monk Sanlei recalled quickly in his mind, "When Xu Yang photographed me in mid-air, he secretly set a restraint on the bell around my waist."

"No!" Monk Sanlei shouted.

The three monks behind him were activating the technique with all their strength. When they heard the three thunder monks in front of them suddenly shout no, they looked confused.

A sting.

A purple electric dragon swirled on the surface of the golden bell high in the sky.

At this moment, the power of thunder and lightning accumulated on the golden bell far exceeded the limit that Monk Sanlei could control.

boom!

There was a loud bang.

Countless golden and purple electric snakes flew from the surface of the golden bell.

In an instant, a thunderstorm fell from the sky and enveloped the place.

Led by Monk San Lei, the four monks were like taking a painful bath of thunder and lightning. Muscles, bones, and soul were washed thoroughly and clearly.

When the thunder and lightning dissipated, the golden bell in the sky changed into its original size and jingled to the ground.

The four monks were like four piles of coal, completely black.

...

There was silence in the surrounding stands.

After a while, it suddenly started to boil.

"Is it fake? Four monks were struck by their own thunder bells."

"Is this okay? My spiritual stone has been wasted."

“The process was wonderful and the results were incredible.”

"Those four disciples of Lan Yitang are really lucky."

...

In the middle of the stands, the deacons and elders wearing purple and gold cassocks who came to supervise the competition looked ashen. They left without saying anything.

In the middle of the field.

The steward of the competition entered and announced loudly: "The winner is the four young masters of Lanyitang's family. Their names are Murong Yu, Xu Yang, Gongsun Zhi, and Zhang Li. "

Xu Yang, Murong Yu, Gongsun Zhi and Zhang Li stood in the field as victors.

The whole crowd cheered.