True Immortal of the Netherworld

In the space of Tanhua Hall, purple and gold stars hang high, casting down the cold light for a day.

Under the starry sky, the battle between Xu Yang and Purple Mask has reached a fever pitch. They exchanged extreme punches.

The strong wind emitted by the collision of moves struck back hundreds of miles, seeming to tear apart the purple and gold stars.

After a while, the two figures suddenly separated, and they were evenly matched.

At this moment, Xu Yang, who had improved his body by transforming into a half-demon dragon, was a little overwhelmed. He gasped for air and whispered: "What a powerful guy. The Yuan Demon aura on his body is different from what I saw before in the Green Fire Demon Realm." The demon generals who arrived are almost the same.”

The purple mask on the opposite side was also panting, and a purple demonic energy spurted out from the ears and eyes on the side of his head, like the spout of boiling water.

"I'm so tired." The purple mask whispered to himself.

Before he finished speaking, the purple mask on his face turned into a golden mask in a flash, and at the same time, the aura of his body changed from the aura of the Yuan Demon to the aura of the Golden Buddha.

And at this moment, the golden monk who was hiding behind Xu Yang just flashed in front of Xu Yang and rushed forward in large strides.

"That's it now." The young golden monk shouted.

The young golden monk rushed forward while making secrets with both hands. His white cassock flew around, and the third golden eye between his eyebrows suddenly shone, and a golden image of a seated Buddha appeared in the pupils of the golden eye.

"Supernatural power - the third eye to calm the soul!"

A ray of golden light was thrown from the third golden eye between the golden monk's brows, and fell into the eyes of the guy in the golden mask opposite.

Even through the mask, the dancing golden light can still be seen in the two small holes at the eyes of the golden mask. That was the instinctive reaction of the pupils after being hit.

"I......"

The golden mask was about to say "I'm here", but halfway through the words, he couldn't say any more.

The golden mask's energy aura had just begun to boil, but it was like a basin of cold water had been poured on it. The energy body stagnated and the energy aura converged.

"Friend, take off his mask quickly." The golden jade monk shouted.

At this moment, in the third golden eye of the golden monk, the image of a golden seated Buddha is always lit. It is his third eye magical power - the soul-soothing technique of the third eye. But I don’t know how long it can suppress the soul of the opponent’s golden mask.

The first form of Jin Yu Xiao Monk's Celestial Eye Magical Power, "Celestial Eye Suppressing Soul", uses the method of suppressing the opponent's soul. With his current skill, the limit of the technique is three breaths. The time for the opponent's soul to stagnant after being hit is not certain. If the person who is attacked has very low levels of soul power and mental state, he may not be able to wake up from the hypnotic state for an hour. And if the soul and state of mind of the person who is attacked are very strong, even much higher than that of the Golden Jade Monk, maybe one breath can wake him up from the soul-suppressing state.

Comparing the martial arts between the golden jade monk and the golden masked two opposite, the golden jade monk's martial arts could be upgraded to the first level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm after drinking the golden light soup. But the skill displayed by the golden mask on the opposite side is actually the second level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm.

Although the Golden Jade Monk's Celestial Eye technique is powerful, it has the biggest weakness, that is, it is difficult to be effective on people whose cultivation level is higher than that of the Golden Jade Monk.

This time, the golden monk had just grasped the golden mask and was about to change. His body was not yet stable before he was hit by the attack. As for how long the Jinyu Little Monk's Third Eye Suppressing Soul can suppress the opponent's soul, according to his judgment, it should be very short.

"Leave it to me Xu Xiaoxian!"

Xu Yang heard the sound, and regardless of his physical exhaustion, he visually judged the distance between himself and the golden mask, which was about thirty feet.

"With such a distance, the fastest attack method can only be the flying knife skill." Xu Yang thought quickly.

But he saw clusters of black flames rising from the ten fingers of Xu Yang's hands. The black fire instantly solidified, and eight black flame flying knives appeared.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Yang's arms suddenly fluttered like a big bird spreading its wings.

call!

Eight black fire flying knives flew out, followed by eight long black fire ribbons. Due to the power of the demonic dragon blessed by Ming Lin, the black fire burning outside the flying knife instantly upgraded to the form of a black dragon. The dragon head angrily spat out the sharp edge of a flying knife.

Xu Yang added the flying knife skill he was good at - the Wuxiang Qianren Technique - to the demon dragon black fire.

blink

In an instant, eight dragon-fire flying knives broke through the void and arrived in front of the golden mask thirty feet away.

At this moment, the golden light and shadow in the pupils of the golden mask converged. Only one breath had passed since he was hit.

The golden mask immediately noticed that the eight flying knives were coming, and he quickly activated his body, and the golden energy rose up all over his body. He stepped on the golden light, flew backwards, and at the same time punched out with both fists.

Punch out! There is Jinshan Dharma to suppress it.

Eight golden mountain statues fell down in a row, blocking him in front of him.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang bang.

The eight dragon fire flying knives that Xu Yang sacrificed were all shattered by the Golden Mountain Fist hit by the golden mask. The eight flying knives left only the remaining black lines of fire, which seemed to be unwilling to give up and were about to disperse.

"It's a small skill, but I still want to hurt..." The golden mask's voice stopped abruptly.

The eight remaining black lines of fire rolled around and merged again into the shape of a flying knife. Although it was not solid enough, the speed was faster, and he was in front of the golden mask in an instant. It was already too late for Golden Mask to punch again.

The golden mask instinctively tilted his head back.

when!

A crisp sound!

The mask on his face was cut in half in the middle, fell off, and turned into ashes in the burning of black fire.

The golden mask fell, revealing the purple mask inside, but a black line instantly appeared in the middle of the purple mask. With a snap, it broke into two halves, fell down, and was also turned into ashes in the black fire.

The masked man lost his mask and revealed his true face.

Xu Yang was panting, holding the Wuxiang Qianren magic formula in his hands before he could put it down. He looked at the strange man opposite from a distance and couldn't help but take a breath.

Under the mask, there turned out to be an extremely weird half-human, half-animal face.

Half human, half leopard beast.

Half of the human's face exudes the faint golden aura of the Golden Buddha, while half of the leopard beast's face exudes bursts of purple Yuanmo aura.

"It's the Demon Buddha's line." The golden jade monk said in surprise.

This time, the mask was destroyed, and the weirdo on the opposite side was immediately confused.

"The mask is gone, whose turn is it to control this body?"

"It should be me. The mask was knocked off just now due to your mistake."

"How could it be because of me? You were in decline before, so I took your place."

"Didn't you also experience a decline before? Only by taking turns can we keep our bodies full and under control. Only then will we be invincible and able to kill people."

"Woo, ah, hum..."

Different half faces, two different minds. Without the change of masks, they fell into a dispute, fighting for control of each other's bodies, and they couldn't even speak clearly.

Upon seeing this, the young golden jade monk immediately had a countermeasure in his mind.

A ball of golden light flashed, and the golden monk disappeared.

The next moment, three feet away from the strange man opposite, a ball of golden light suddenly appeared out of thin air, revealing the body of the golden jade monk.

"He is ruthless -" the young golden monk shouted loudly and made a hand seal. The third golden eye between his eyebrows shone again, with a golden Sanskrit character jumping in it.

"Supernatural power - the inner demon Brahma realm."

The half-man, half-beast monster was already in a state of competition with each other in terms of skills and bodies at this moment. He had no defense at all and was hit in one fell swoop.

A purple leopard eye on half of his face suddenly turned golden, and a black pupil on the other half of his face also turned golden at the same time.

"You are you, but you are not you. Your opponent is yourself." The golden jade monk said clearly.

The sound is like a bell, flying up into the starry sky, and like an oracle, falling in the ears of the weirdo.

As he spoke, the golden monk walked toward the weirdo.

"No! Don't come over!" In the weird man's half-leopard-faced eyes, the golden monk turned into another person at this moment.

It was a great monk who was as tall as a hill, with shiny golden mountain lines on his exposed skin.

The face of the great monk is exactly the face of the other half, Master Jiulong of the Golden Buddha Temple. The golden light energy emitted from the surface of the great monk's body appears like a golden mountain. Every time he takes a step forward,

The earth was shaking, as if the golden mountain was about to fall and suppress the world.

"No! Don't come over!" In the eyes of the other half of the weirdo, the golden monk turned into a burly demon general.

It was a powerful demon general wearing amethyst armor and having the appearance of a leopard beast. Every time the demon general takes a step forward, there will be a surge of purple demonic energy. The purple demonic energy condenses into an angry leopard's mouth, as if it is about to swallow up the whole world at once.

...

"ah!"

"ah!"

The two halves of the weirdo's face were crazily distorted.

His body surface suddenly emitted a monstrous aura of golden light, with a golden mountain Dharma hanging high, and then a terrifying Yuan Demon aura erupted, roaring like a Yuan Demon Leopard King.

The two breaths alternated rapidly, and finally the golden light breath and the Yuan Demon breath burst out at the same time, with the two halves of the weirdo's face as the boundary, drawing a straight line down to the soles of his feet.

Like the purple and gold stars high above, the boundaries are clear.

Buddha and devil are on the line!

Suddenly, the weirdo stretched out his hands and grabbed his chest, his ten fingers digging into his flesh.

ah--

The weirdo roared wildly and tore his chest violently with his hands.

In a terrifying moment, the aura of humans and demons burst out at the same time, the world trembled, and streaks of golden or purple thunder erupted from the tear in his chest.

boom!

There was a loud bang.

The weirdo's life was torn in half by himself.

Half monk, half leopard demon.

Half of the monk's body is flesh, and the other half is made of golden light.

Half of the Leopard Demon is flesh, and the other half is made of purple mist.

The monk and the leopard demon faced each other, staring at each other, anger written on their respective faces.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The same words came out of their mouths at the same time like daggers.

The next moment, the two of them used all their strength, strode towards each other, punched out with all their strength, and fought to the death!

"Fist technique - Jinshan!"

"Fist technique - magic spin!"

Their fists collapsed into pieces in the deadly fight, followed by their arms, shoulders, and bodies...

Half of their respective bodies completely collapsed, leaving only half of the golden light and half of the purple mist fighting together.

The strange thing is that the golden light and purple mist actually merged into one during the fight, turning into half human and half demon.

Just like a thousand years ago, the story between Monk Jiulong and the Demon General "Fire Leopard" of the Western Regions is repeating itself.

Thousands of years ago, the early stages of the war between humans and demons between the Northern Territory and the Western Territory.

Monk Jiulong from the Golden Buddha Temple and the Demon General "Fire Leopard" from the Western Regions each led their teams to encounter each other, and a fierce battle took place.

All 500 monks and 500 magic soldiers led by each side fell on the battlefield.

At this time, Monk Jiulong and Fire Leopard Demon General were already furious. The two used a move that had been imbued with their lifelong cultivation, and they fought for life and death.

It turned out to be God's will. Each of them lost half of their bodies. The remaining bodies were strangely fused together and they lost part of their memory.

From that day on, there was a half-human, half-demon guy on Zhongyuan Continent. This guy killed people when he met him, and he killed demons when he met him. In the end, he ended up being hunted down by both the humans of the Northern Territory and the demons of the Western Territory at the same time.

In the end, the half-human, half-demon weirdo was captured by Lu Qingyun of Yudaomen and imprisoned in the palace space of Yudaomen.

...

At this moment, Xu Yang and the Golden Jade Monk stood side by side, staring blankly at the human shape formed by the fusion of a ball of golden light and a ball of purple demonic energy opposite.

Xu Yang and Jinyu Xiaoseng looked at each other, speechless.

The starlight was cool and a bit cold.

Not long after, the golden light and demonic energy on the opposite side turned into a ball of purple and gold flames and burned.

Two white figures rose from the purple and gold flames, and they walked side by side towards the depths of the purple and gold starry sky.

"Friend." Two words came from the void.

Two words record the story of him and his thousand years in the palace space. It was a story where they alternated telling each other their own stories every day. In this story, they were no longer enemies, but friends.

The Buddha is not a Buddha, and the devil is not a devil, but he is a human being.