True Immortal of the Netherworld

At this moment, a purple streak fell silently from high in the sky.

After the purple faded a bit, he could see clearly that it turned out to be an empty purple robe, like a big bird suddenly intruding into the fierce battle.

Feijuan's purple robe cast a shadow that reflected on the ground, jumping wantonly as if no one could stop it. Then easily enter the space of the Demon Subduing Array.

Monk Jiuheng, who was about to launch an attack on the demon lord's clone, suddenly noticed the purple robe landing in the sky.

The Demon Subduing Array itself is a high-level barrier technique activated by multiple stick monks, and no foreign objects can easily invade it. It can be seen that the flying purple robe is definitely not an ordinary thing.

Suddenly, the purple robe sprayed out a large cloud of purple mist, making a rustling sound. The purple mist flew and condensed, revealing the shape of a purple lion's head.

Purple Lion's angry mouth clearly did not make a sound, but it seemed that the roar of a monster invaded the souls of everyone present.

The powerful soul-stirring power swept across the entire place in an instant, causing the void to fluctuate.

The more than a hundred stick monks who controlled the demon-subduing formation seemed to have their souls struck by lightning, their bodies shaking involuntarily, and chaotic purple appearing in their eyes. After just one or two breaths, the corners of their mouths turned red and pain appeared on their faces.

Dang Dang... Dang Dang... there were more than a hundred stick monks. Some of them used their purple-gold devil-subduing sticks to hold themselves up from the ground. Some of the weaker ones simply slumped down on the ground with the sticks in their hands. Even the purple gold stick cannot be grasped.

The entire demon-subduing formation collapsed, and the Arhat form in the formation quickly disappeared, turning into bits of golden light that flew away and dissipated.

At this moment, the mist shaped like a purple lion's head in the mid-air converged, and a figure appeared. It was a man wearing a purple robe.

The man in purple robe landed smoothly on the ground, everything was so casual.

The visitor's wide hat brim was turned downwards, covering his eyes, making his face unclear. But when everyone looked at the person who came, there seemed to be a pair of eyes emitting a bright, soul-catching light, which made people shudder.

"This is..." Monk Jiuheng looked at the sudden appearance of the purple-robed man with a look of surprise on his face, "He is a member of the demon clan. He suppressed more than a hundred stick monks and cast spells to suppress the demons with just one person's power. The only demon among us is the terrifying guy from the war between humans and demons a thousand years ago.”

In the middle of the fight, Yaksha Cangyue and Monk Jiuku punched each other, and their bodies scattered backwards.

After all, Monk Jiuheng and Monk Jiuku were at the second level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm. After deliberately stabilizing their souls, they were not greatly affected by the soul-stirring technique just now.

Yaksha Cangyue walked to the purple-robed man and said respectfully: "The Shadow Master has met the Shadow Master."

The purple-robed man nodded, "Shadow Envoy, you did not disappoint me."

Yaksha Cangyue glanced at the many defeated stick monks around her and thought to herself: "The strength of this Shadow Master has improved even more than before. I wonder how powerful he was at his peak."

When the Purple Blood Demon Lord, the Purple Shadow Demon Lord and the Purple Wind Demon Lord saw the purple-robed man, they quickly stepped forward, knelt down on one knee, and said in unison: "The Three Demon Lords of the Western Regions meet the Demon Lord of the Western Regions."

The man in purple robe waved his hand and said: "I have wronged you by letting you be imprisoned in the Golden Light Tower for a thousand years."

The three Demon Lords stepped back respectfully, losing all their arrogance.

The man in purple robe walked to the clone "Monk Jiuchi" who was sitting cross-legged.

With just a glance of his consciousness, he knew the situation of the clone, and then he stretched out a palm and grabbed it in the air like a tiger claw.

A golden figure suddenly appeared on the clone's body. The shape of the figure was the same as that of Monk Jiuchi.

boom! As the golden figure collapsed, the Demon Lord clone opened its eyes.

"Master." The demon lord's clone said respectfully.

The man in purple robe nodded, "

Yuan Er, you did a great job. "

This demon lord's clone, which took away the body of "Monk Jiuchi", was called "Yuan Er" by the purple-robed man, the demon lord of the Western Region.

"Yuan Er has always been the most loyal believer of the Demon Lord." The Demon Lord's clone said.

The man in purple robe turned around and looked at Monk Jiu Ku and Monk Jiu Heng.

"Two great monks, I'm not here to fight with you today. I don't intend to kill you two. I just want to leave with my people. You don't have any objections." The purple-robed man said calmly. But there is no doubt about it.

Monk Jiu Ku and Monk Jiu Heng looked at each other. At this moment, in the competition between the two sides in combat power, their side was completely at a disadvantage.

The two of them understood that if the fight continued, without the blessing of the demon subduing array, even if they could barely protect themselves, the more than a hundred stick monks would probably be lost.

Monk Jiu Ku responded: "Demon Lord of the Western Region, see you next time. I, Jiu Ku, will consult with you again."

Monk Jiuheng was so cruel that his teeth itched, but he did not dare to attack on the spot. He looked at the stick monk behind him, and then said: "Disciples of Fumo Hall, retreat."

More than a hundred stick monks retreated behind monk Jiuheng and stood in line.

"Next time we meet, I won't be in such a good mood. Someone might die." The purple-robed man said calmly.

After that, the man in purple robe waved his big sleeve and rolled out a ball of purple demonic energy, hiding Yaksha Cangyue, the three demon lords, and the demon lord's clone in it.

When the purple mist dissipated, the purple-robed man and his group disappeared.

In the Demon-Conquering Territory, there is a place on the ground more than a hundred miles away from where the battle just took place.

The purple-robed demon lord stood there upright, with a dark shadow under his purple robe.

Behind him were the Three Demon Lords of the Western Region, the Demon Lord's clone, Yaksha Cangyue, Thousand-faced Ghost, Qingshui Man and the Iron Corpse Madman.

The purple-robed Demon Lord said: "Everyone is here. Everyone has done a good job in this mission. I am very satisfied."

"My subordinates must be loyal to the Shadow Master." A group of shadow people said.

"Lord Demon Lord, great blessings will reach the sky." The three Demon Lords and the Demon Lord's clone said.

The purple-robed Demon Lord said: "Next, we have more important things to do."

Thousand-faced Ghost Zhang San said respectfully: "Master Shadow Master, ten miles ahead, the teleportation formation leaving the Demon-Conquering Realm is ready."

The demon lord in purple robe nodded.

A group of people flew away.

...

In the void above the Fine Iron Square, the golden vortex disappeared. Xu Yang was invited away by the big golden hand that appeared in the golden vortex.

The world was spinning for a while, and time flew by Xu Yang's side.

"It's a space-time channel similar to the teleportation array, but much larger." Xu Yang thought in his mind.

After a while, Xu Yang only felt that his feet were on the ground and he felt solid, and the scenery in front of him changed drastically.

All around him was the color of gold.

This is a golden world.

Everything you see is gold, and a golden mountain peak in the distance stands on the earth like a golden giant. At the foot of the mountain, a golden river meanders through.

Closer, the golden trees, golden flowers, even the birds on the branches and the butterflies on the flowers are all golden things.

Everything in the space is as eternal as gold, like a huge painting painted with gold powder, which is extremely shocking.

And the surface of all the scenery is filled with auspicious aura, just like the legendary Golden Buddha Kingdom.

Xu Yang's consciousness swept away, and there was not a single person in a ten-mile radius. And Xu Yang could clearly feel that the Buddha's spiritual veins in his body resonated with the abundant Buddhist power contained in the void here.

"What kind of place is this? It's better than the one I've been to before.

There are some similarities in the light realm. It's just that the golden objects in the Golden Light Realm are all transformed by the power of false faith, but the golden objects here are real existences, or they are the materialization of the higher-level power of prayer and faith. "Xu Yang looked confused, "Is it the realm of creation of the Buddha? "

At this moment, a golden light appeared out of thin air in the void above Xu Yang's head.

The golden light flew and turned into a golden scroll floating down.

Xu Yang made a move with one hand, and the golden scroll fell into his hand.

When I unfolded the golden scroll, I saw several seal characters written on it, "The sky of the golden sun, the land of Buddha, the realm of creation."

Without waiting for Xu Yang to examine it carefully, the golden scroll turned into golden light spots and dissipated in the void.

"Jin Yang." Xu Yang whispered to himself and looked up.

High in the sky, a golden sun still hangs at the highest point, like a luminous golden sitting Buddha, emitting incomparably dazzling light.

"The golden sun in the sky seems to be the same as the one in the Golden Light Tower Demon-Conquering Realm, but the distance is closer, and it looks more intense and loud." Xu Yang thought for a moment, "Could it be that this is also the strange place in the Golden Light Tower? Space, just in a higher place?”

Thinking in his mind, Xu Yang activated the power of the Golden Crow Buddha Flame Spirit in his body, and the golden flames swirled behind him, revealing a pair of huge golden fire wings.

Using the Flame Spirit Fire Wings, Xu Yang's figure rushed straight up into the sky.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, Xu Yang looked down and the outline of the edge of the ground appeared in front of his eyes.

"This is actually a floating island of gold." Xu Yang whispered to himself.

If viewed from a further distance, this place looks like a huge "golden bowl" suspended in mid-air. Below, there is a huge floating formation composed of countless Buddhist characters holding the huge "golden bowl", emitting thousands of golden lights.

And in the void at the lower position of this huge suspended golden island is the Buddhist holy light floating in the sky that Xu Yang saw on the first, second and third levels of the Demon-Conquering Realm before.

Rays of golden, parallel holy light shed little bits of golden brilliance, and the holy energy curled up, imprisoning the world below.

At this moment, a group of golden ripples suddenly appeared in the void opposite Xu Yang. The ripples swirled and buzzed, and dozens of golden birds rushed out from it.

Dozens of golden birds, all three feet in size, with sharp beaks and sharp claws, like an array of golden flying swords, rushed towards Xu Yang's location.

"Not good." Xu Yang clearly felt the pressure brought by the golden bird. The golden fire wings spread out from behind and flew downwards.

The speed of those golden flying birds is extremely fast, and seems to be faster than Xu Yang's flying escape technique.

At the moment when the sharp beaks of those golden birds were about to pierce Xu Yang's body.

Xu Yang made a seal with his hands, and with a bang, a ball of purple lightning exploded behind his back.

The golden bird passed through the position where Xu Yang was just now, with wisps of purple arcs in its mouth.

A hundred feet away, a ball of purple electricity exploded, and Xu Yang's true form appeared.

Without stopping for a moment, the golden fire wings flew behind Xu Yang, and his body drew an arc of golden flames in the sky.

Xu Yang fell back to the ground, closed the fire wings behind his back, and breathed heavily.

"Those golden birds are so powerful." Xu Yang said with lingering fear as he looked up at the vaguely hovering figure of the golden birds in the sky above his head.

"It seems that the use of flying escape techniques is prohibited at high altitudes here. It should be one of the restrictions here."

Xu Yang looked around and saw a huge golden mountain reaching into the sky in one direction.

"Go there and have a look, maybe there will be great blessings."

After that, Xu Yang headed towards the huge golden mountain.