True Immortal of the Netherworld

Golden Light Tower Demon Subduing Realm, in the first level of space.

The golden sun spreads a drowsy heat, and even the wind seemed so hot that it seemed to fall asleep. Everything seemed so strangely quiet.

Next to a big tree as thick as a barrel, the lush green crown casts a large dark shadow.

Suddenly, a faint black whirlwind appeared on the shadowy ground next to the big tree.

The whirlwind was silent, twisting left and right, wandering in a circle, but staying within the shadow range, like a black cat sneaking around in the dark. It seems that it is afraid of the intense light in the sky.

Seeing that there was no one around, the black whirlwind gradually solidified, and a large black mist suddenly rose from the surface, which looked like a leaping black cat.

The black mist converged, and a dark ghost flag appeared on the spot. The ghost flag is decorated with gold thread, and the complex ghost runes on the surface are looming.

It is the Seven Evil Ghost Banners of the Thousand Faced Ghost, the Shadow Right Envoy in the Shadow Organization.

call!

A black light spits out from the surface of the Seven Evil Ghost Flags.

There was a roll of black light, and three people appeared on the spot.

He is a Taoist, a monk and a strong man in a mask.

The Taoist wears a black robe with long sleeves, a red Taoist crown, and a ginger-like nose that adds to his ugly appearance. There was no trace of blood on the face of the Taoist and the exposed skin, but it had a sheen like fine iron, and there was a faint zombie-like aura of ghosts all over his body.

Monk, stand close to the Taoist. His blood-red cassock was draped around his body and fastened on his chest with two bright copper rings. But there was a gilt incense burner on his head, with a strange expression on his face like a puppet.

Next to the two, there is a strong man with a fine iron mask on his head, making it impossible to see his true face, and he is carrying a huge iron coffin behind him;

At this moment, a voice came from the Seven Evil Ghost Banner opposite the three of them: "Qingshui Man, Iron Corpse Madman, please remember the mission I told you."

An ugly smile appeared on Mr. Qingshui's stiff face. He pulled the blood monk beside him with his hand, took a step forward together, and then said respectfully: "I will always bear in mind the words of your right envoy. That Jin The Buddhist temple played a dirty trick with our shadow organization and introduced our recently naturalized disciples of Purple Disaster into the Golden Light Tower to subdue demons. It also sent two teams of disciples from the Golden Buddha Temple to enter the trial. It was clearly intended to intercept and kill these disciples of Purple Disaster from our shadow organization. , to achieve the purpose of weakening our shadow organization. The master of the shadow is extremely intelligent, how could he fall into the trap of those old bald men? Our mission on this trip is to kill the two groups of disciples of the Golden Buddha Temple."

The Iron Corpse madman on the side said: "Your Majesty, I have something unclear. Those newly recruited disciples of Purple Disaster all joined our shadow organization due to the threat of being infected with the evil spirit. Most of them They did not really serve the Shadow Organization. These disciples of Purple Disaster were disorganized and inefficient when performing their tasks. This time, they rushed in after hearing that the holy light in the Golden Light Tower could eliminate the influence of the evil spirit. Cause trouble for us."

Qingshui Ren took over the words and said: "Yes, we might as well kill all the disciples of Zihuo who are not loyal to our shadow organization. Only those of us who are loyal to the Shadow Master and the Right Envoy can be relied on." "

A voice came from the Qisha Ghost Banner: "No one wants to be a puppet in someone else's hands. Qingshui people, if the blood monk still has his original sanity, will he be willing to be your human puppet?"

The people in Qingshui were speechless.

Qisha Ghost Banner continued to send out a voice: "Iron Corpse Madman, don't think that you can hide the fact that you drained the blood soul of Lord Flying Insect from me. If your crime of killing fellow members of the Shadow Organization is known to the Lord of Shadows, , you should know what will happen.”

When the Iron Corpse Maniac heard this, he

He fell to his knees, his iron-masked face instantly wet with cold sweat.

"Duo, thank you so much for not killing me. Even if I am a young boy, I am willing to be sent by you even if I am broken into pieces."

"Get up." An invisible powerful aura rolled out from the ghost flag, lifting the kneeling figure of the Iron Corpse Madman.

The Iron Corpse Madman was all astonished in his heart: "Your Majesty, you are worthy of being the third big man on the list of evil cultivators. After I devoured the blood soul of Lord Fei Chong, after a period of seclusion and practice, I successfully broke through to the Dao Ming Realm. The first level. But compared with Master Youshi, it is still a world of difference, not to mention that his Seven Kills Ghost Banner is simply a terrifying evil weapon."

A voice came from the Seven Evil Ghost Banner: "It's not just those disciples of Purple Disaster. Even the three of us were not originally from the Shadow Organization. The Shadow Master is the Demon Lord of the Western Region. Logically speaking, he is not the same as those of us evil cultivators. The way is different. But we still chose to join the Shadow Organization because we all have the benefits we want, and the Shadow Organization can just give it."

"Be loyal to the Shadow Master, loyal to the Right Envoy, even if you die." The two said in unison.

Qisha Ghost Banner said in a voice: "This Demon-Conquering Territory is a place of killing. Moreover, the two teams sent by the Golden Buddha Temple are also quite powerful. So, you two must be careful this time Act. Now that both of you have advanced to the Dao Ming realm, in addition to your own creation, you also need to thank the Shadow Master for giving you the magic blood pill. "

"Yes." The two responded in unison.

The voice of Qisha Ghost Flag came out: "There are two Demonic Pills here. After you two take them, you only need to seal the Demonic Qi in them into your pupils. The Demonic Qi in this Demonic Pill They are all purified and will not cause backlash to your body. In this way, it will be easier for you to act like a purple misfortune."

Whizzing--

Oniba's surface flashed with inspiration, and he threw out two small purple medicine bottles.

Qing Shuishui and Iron Corpse Madman raised their hands to catch the thrown medicine bottle, and then swallowed the purple pill in the small medicine bottle into their mouths without hesitation.

As an indescribable smell spread out from their mouths, a warm evil spirit rushed straight into their meridians.

The two quickly moved their bodies to seal the power in their left pupils. After a moment, their pupils turned purple like a monster.

A black mist rose from the surface of the Seven Evil Ghost Flags. As soon as the black mist dissipated, the Seven Evil Ghost Flags disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

Qingshui Man and Iron Corpse Madman stood there and looked at each other.

The two men's eyes collided, as if swords were flashing.

Qingshui Ren was the first to speak: "Tietou, I, Qingshui Ren, am not an idiot like Venerable Flying Insect. Don't try to suck my blood soul."

The Iron Corpse Madman did not directly answer Qingshui Man's question. He looked at the Blood Monk next to Qingshui Man, walked over and patted the Blood Monk's shoulder gently, and then said: "Fellow Blood Monk, you are so pitiful."

"Hey hey hey, hey hey hey." The two looked at each other and smiled, their laughter full of arrogance about being evil cultivators and what they had done.

Qingshui Ren said: "This time, Mr. Right Envoy will not act with us. It is best for the two of us to unite. Even if you and I are already at the level of Daoming Realm, our opponents in this Demon Subduing Realm are not to be underestimated." However, I always feel that Mr. Right has hidden something from you and me, and perhaps there are other more important purposes for our trip."

The Iron Corpse Madman looked around, made a gesture to silence himself, and then whispered: "Qingshui Man, you must not

If you say bad things about Lord Right Envoy, maybe he is spying on us two in the dark. By the way, how did the Right Envoy know that I killed Lord Fei Chong? "

Qingshuiren chuckled, "If you and I don't want to be the ghost slaves of the ghost banner in the hands of the right envoy, just be obedient."

The two of them stopped talking in unison and fell into a brief silence.

The word "ghost slave" is really too scary. That is a ghost magic that is crueler than the body-seizing technique and the puppet technique. Those who were absorbed by Oni Banner and became Oni slaves are still alive, but not free.

It may not be scary for people to lose their freedom, but it is scary once they know that they have no freedom. This is especially true for evil cultivators who do not follow routines and are lawless.

Qingshui Ren patted the blood monk next to him on the shoulder and said kindly: "Brother Blood Monk, others say you are my puppet. In fact, in my heart, you are my closest brother."

The blood monk responded with the same tone: "We are brothers."

The Iron Corpse Maniac on the side saw this and asked: "Two souls in two bodies, talking to themselves, isn't this boring?"

Qingshui Ren glanced at the Iron Corpse Madman and said, "You are jealous of me."

"Am I jealous of you?"

"envy."

"Maybe."

The Iron Corpse Madman gently patted the iron coffin he was carrying behind him. As a weirdo who would suck the blood souls of monks of the same level every once in a while, the easiest people to attack were his companions. And when he had no companions, he did feel helpless, a kind of loneliness. The only thing that will never leave him is the iron puppet in the iron coffin behind him. Unfortunately, the iron puppet cannot speak.

The man in Qingshui looked around, his consciousness spread out, and he noticed that no one was there.

Then he looked at the Iron Corpse Madman and said: "Tietou, I know that you like to suck the blood souls of monks of the same level. And the same is true for my blood monk brothers. Next, let's go find the monks who entered the Golden Buddha Temple here. . Naturally there are fresh blood souls.”

The Iron Corpse Madman practices the forbidden ghost technique - the zombie secret technique. His blood has long been refined into zombie blood, but every once in a while, he must absorb fresh blood souls from monks of the same level to replenish himself, otherwise he will The ghost turned into a real zombie.

Not long ago, the Iron Corpse Madman's cultivation level had just broken through to the Dao Ming Realm, and he just needed to absorb the blood souls of monks of the same level to consolidate his cultivation level. Naturally, he agreed, "I like your proposal."

"Wait for me to use the Taoist talisman technique to find the location of the monk from the Golden Buddha Temple closest to us." Qingshui Master said, flipping his wrist, and a few more yellow talisman papers appeared in his hand.

The man in Qingshui held these yellow paper talismans between his right index and middle fingers, with a serious look on his face and words in his mouth: "Yellow paper talisman soldiers, earth souls, go find the way quickly... urgently Ruyi Ling!”

He raised his right hand and the yellow paper talismans fell to the ground.

A flash of inspiration flashed on the surface of several yellow paper talismans, and they stood up unsteadily. On the surface of the talisman, rough brush strokes are used to outline the facial features and limbs of the human form, and the word "bing" is written on the chest.

The next moment, Qingshui Ren shot out a magic formula.

The yellow ripples flashed under the feet of those yellow paper talisman soldiers and quietly disappeared into the earth.

After doing all this, the man in Qingshui simply sat cross-legged and closed his eyes. From time to time, he would pinch out secrets from his hands.

After half a stick of incense, Master Qingshui collected his skills, stood up, and said confidently: "Eighty miles away from here in the northwest, there are two guys with strong cultivation. I'm not sure whether they are Jin. They are disciples of a Buddhist temple, but the spiritual energy fluctuations they emit are clearly from the Buddhist sect.”

The Iron Corpse Madman praised: "Friend Taoist, what a good method."