True Immortal of the Netherworld

In that hidden underground palace.

Ji Wuhen's eyes were fixed on the sand table opposite. He used his hands to launch the wheel-like magic formula. A series of ink auras flew on the sand table, and then rolled up circles of ink seal characters.

In a sandbox the size of an acre.

The light and shadow of Xu Yang's figure flew to the ground from a high place.

"Mo Ying pursues!" Ji Wuhen used the magic formula in his hand to trigger, and hundreds of Mo Ying chased Xu Yang from top to bottom.

"Earth tigers surround and kill!" Ji Wuhen's magic formula changed, and hundreds of ink tigers instantly appeared on the ground of the sand table and swarmed up.

Seeing it, Xu Yang's light and shadow were surrounded by the wave of changeling beasts in the formation.

"Xu Yang, the Moyu Mountain and River Formation is powered by a vein of Moyu Peak, and is blessed by 18,000 formation talismans. The power of the formation's transformation is endless. Don't say you only have one person, there are hundreds of people. No one can escape from being trapped in this formation," Ji Wuhen said confidently with sweat on his cheeks.

To control such a huge formation, Ji Wuhen consumed a huge amount of energy.

At this moment, within the sand table, Xu Yang's light and shadow performed a psychic technique, and a hundred-foot golden thunder gate instantly rose from the ground...

Rumble.

The entire underground palace suddenly started shaking, the light in the underground palace flickered, and stones fell from the dome.

"The underground palace was attacked? Could it be that Xu Yang discovered the existence of this underground palace? Xu Yang's location seems to be seven or eight miles away from here. What technique can have such a huge attack power and directly attack the entire formation? "Ji Wuhen sat on the swaying ground, with a look of surprise on his face.

boom!

The crystal ball hanging on the sand table suddenly exploded, and a string of golden thunder arcs jumped out from the exploded crystal ball. In an instant, it turned into a golden thunder dragon, and rushed towards Ji Wuhen's position with its fangs and claws bared.

"Oops!" At this moment, Ji Wuhen was no longer as surprised as he was.

"The formation eye of the formation was destroyed, and the power of the spell fell directly into the underground palace through the formation eye."

Ji Wuhen's body, which was sitting cross-legged, immediately jumped up from the ground.

He tiptoed to the ground and flew upside down, wearing a gray robe like a frightened gray bird.

At the same time, he quickly held up an ancient scroll with both hands.

Ji Wuhen's cheeks quivered, and a stream of soul essence sprayed onto the scroll in his hand.

A pale golden light shone brightly on the surface of the scroll, and it unfolded immediately, reaching a size of about ten feet in the blink of an eye. Immediately afterwards, an ink dragon flew out of the scroll.

"The magic weapon technique - the soul leads the ink dragon!"

In mid-air in front of Ji Wuhen.

The ink spirit dragon spurred by the scroll magic weapon collided with the invading golden thunder dragon. The two bit each other like living creatures, splashing ink colors and golden arcs.

After a moment, the two collapsed together, and clusters of ink colors and streaks of golden thunder flew away in the underground palace.

After a while, the shaking in the underground palace stopped.

In the huge sand table, the "scenery" of grass, trees, hills, mountains, rivers and rivers are completely absent, and they are all like scorched earth.

Tsk tsk tsk, tsk tsk tsk.

Within the sand table, black talismans emerged. These talismans all showed signs of sluggishness, their surfaces were filled with holes destroyed by lightning arcs, and they soon turned into ink-colored powder.

boom!

The entire sand table collapsed.

Ji Wuhen quickly unfolded the ancient scroll in his hand to protect his body. The shock wave from the explosion of the sand table hit the surface of the scroll, splashing circles of ink-colored light waves, but it could not damage the magic weapon itself.

Although Ji Wuhen, who was hiding behind the scroll, was not harmed, he was already disgraced.

The dome fell off, the sand table was destroyed, and the ground was in a mess.

"This?" Ji Wuhen looked at the situation in front of him, his heart filled with surprise.

"The psychic technique that Xu Yang just used actually destroyed the entire Black Feather Mountain and River Formation. Why did the Golden Thunder Gate that appeared have the aura of Buddhism, but also the hostility of a demon cultivator?"

Ji Wuhen frowned, looked up in one direction, and whispered in his mouth: "The preparation for such a large Moyu Mountain and River Formation took more than half a month, but it was destroyed by Xu Yang in less than half a stick of incense. This son is really It's very impressive. Since Yudao Sect was attacked by the shadow organization at night, no disciples in the Seven Peaks were allowed to go down the mountain at will. Next, I was the only one who took action myself.

The adults arrived, no matter how capable Xu Yang was, he would never be able to escape. "

Ji Wuhen rolled up his big sleeves, and a dark aura flew around his body before disappearing.

...

on the ground.

Xu Yang used the technique of "Thunder Escape-Golden Thunder to Kill the World" and changed the landscape of a ten-mile radius.

Xu Yang couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he looked at the large area of ​​land around him that had been destroyed by the power of golden thunder into scorched earth.

He lowered his head and glanced at his hands, and whispered to himself: "Since swallowing the body of the six-star demon scorpion and the power of the demon pill, my body has become more and more compatible with the Yuan Demon bloodline, and I have become more comfortable controlling the three-color vortex in my body. , this may be the true meaning of the Demonic Whirlpool Realm.”

Xu Yang has a new understanding of the power of the Demonic Vortex Realm, but he is also worried that after advancing to the Demonic Vortex Realm, if he cannot control the Yuanmo bloodline well, there is a huge risk of completely falling into the demonic path.

...

On Xu Yang's shoulder, a black demon fire flew, revealing the body of the demon dragon Ming Lin.

"Ouch! My dear." The demon dragon Minglin squatted on Xu Yang's shoulder and looked at the "scorched earth hell" around him. He rubbed his eyes with his little dragon claws and looked at them carefully, "Master Xu Yang, these are all Did you do it? I really like you more and more."

Xu Yang pouted, and then said: "The one who is close to the ink is black. Isn't this the violent scene you like?"

The black head of the demon dragon Ming Lin kept clicking.

The violent little black man felt more and more that his original choice was absolutely correct.

At this moment, the demon dragon Ming Lin looked at Xu Yang in front of him, and felt a strong sense of belonging in his heart. He wanted the man in front of him to take him and violently fly together...

Xu Yang looked behind him, "Lan Xingjun and Chiyang Jun are still chasing after them. It's time for us to leave. This is not a place to stay for a long time."

Ming Lin, who was squatting on Xu Yang's shoulder, stretched out his nose and sniffed, and then said: "Master Xu Yang, why do I smell that ink fragrance again?"

Xu Yang raised his head and looked forward, his consciousness came out, and he frowned slightly, "It's the peak master from Moyu Peak who is here."

At this moment, a dozen feet away from Xu Yang, there was nothing in the air.

An ink-colored rune suddenly appeared in the sky, and the rune twisted to reveal a "door" character taller than a person.

The word "door" transformed in a blink of an eye, opened with a gasp, and a figure floated out.

Without him, the person who came was none other than Ji Wuhen, the master of Black Yu Peak.

As Ji Wuhen appeared, the word "door" behind him turned into a wisp of flying ink and disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Ji Wuhen pointed his finger at Xu Yang opposite him and said sternly: "Xu Yang, do you know you are wrong?"

When Xu Yang saw the dust on Ji Wuhen's body, he knew that the formation just now must have been controlled by this guy himself.

"Master Ji Wuhen, what did I, Xu Yang, do wrong?" Xu Yang asked.

"You trespassed into the restricted areas of Yu Dao and smashed the Mo Yu Mountain and River Formation at Mo Yu Peak. You were captured without hesitation."

"This?" Xu Yang was speechless for a moment. He had indeed come to the Yudao Sect uninvited, and he had indeed just smashed the formation at his feet. But you can't reason with Ji Wuhen here. After a long time, the two sword cultivators, Lan Xingjun and Chiyang Jun, caught up with him, but they just wanted to use their swords to speak.

"This is all a misunderstanding." Xu Yang forced a smile, "I have something else to do, so I won't chat with you, the Peak Master. Farewell."

After saying this, Xu Yang turned around and walked away.

Ji Wuhen, who was opposite him, had a cold look on his face, and a shadow flashed out of his body, blocking him opposite Xu Yang.

Ji Wuhen turned over with one hand and held the scroll magic weapon in his hand. As soon as the magic power was activated, an ink dragon's cyclone emerged from the surface of the book and swirled around his body.

At this moment, Ji Wuhen knew clearly that Xu Yang could destroy the entire Moyu Mountain and River Formation with one blow, which was something he could never underestimate.

"Our Yudao Sect has always been upright. Xu Yang, you are at fault first, don't even think about leaving."

Ming Lin, who was squatting on Xu Yang's shoulder, said: "Master Xu Yang, don't talk nonsense with this guy, just take action. This time, it's my turn, Ming Lin, to make some efforts."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ming Lin's body turned into a jet-black dragon energy and sank into Xu Yang's body. Black evil energy rose from Xu Yang's body, and a ten-foot-sized black dragon dharma image loomed behind him.

With the fusion of the power of the demon dragon, Xu Yang's physical performance jumped over the Yuanhun realm and came directly to the second level of Daoming realm.

In appearance, he was on the same level as Ji Wuhen across from him.

"If you want to fight, then fight!" Xu Yang glared angrily, "A good dog doesn't stand in the way."

"You? Unreasonable!" Hearing Xu Yang scolding himself, Ji Wuhen, who can be called the most Confucian disciple in the Yu Dao Sect, was ignited with an unknown fire in his heart.

Xu Yang waved his hands in surprise, "Lord Ji Wuhen, you made a mistake. I didn't say you were a good dog, I was talking about the dog standing behind you."

"Behind me?" Ji Wuhen was furious, "Is there really a dog behind me?"

Ji Wuhen turned around and saw nothing in his sight.

"Fooled?" Ji Wuhen cursed in his heart.

"If being unreasonable is a mistake, then I, Xu Yang, have made the same mistake again and again today."

The black dragon wings curled behind Xu Yang, and a string of flying black demonic fires trailed behind him. He rushed forward and punched out to transform into a dragon, like a demonic dragon swallowing the sky.

Ji Wuhen, who was opposite him, turned his head hurriedly and stepped back, with an ink dragon protecting his body and a gray robe and ink shadow. When he unfolded the scroll in his hand, he saw the power of a majestic mountain and river.

The two were fighting together.

Demonic fire burns the world, and books fall into the rivers.

One is the extremely barbaric Demon Dragon Fire Way, and the other is the seemingly gentle but extremely destructive Magical Transformation Way.

The two come and go, attacking and defending each other.

Where the moves collide, the demon dragon roars, Mo Mountain suppresses it, the demon fire burns the field, and the Mo River flows.

Xu Yang had a rough understanding of Ji Wuhen's combat prowess, "Ji Wuhen is indeed one of the seven peak masters of the Yu Dao Sect. His body is powerful, and the way of the ink spirit's transformation is miraculous. If I were to fight with him If we continue to be entangled like this, I’m afraid we won’t be able to decide the outcome even for a day.”

Ji Wuhen, who was on the opposite side, also had a personal experience of Xu Yang's ability, "What kind of method is this Xu Yang? As a disciple of the Tiangui Sect, he does not use pure ghost techniques. With demons It's really rare to be half-demon and half-ghost with the power of a dragon. If I don't use my full strength, I'm afraid I'll suffer a loss."

In mid-air, the two figures suddenly separated.

Xu Yang raised a fist, blew the black demonic fire flying around the fist with his mouth, and said jokingly: "Master Peak Master, let my fist talk to you."

Ji Wuhen's eyes turned cold: "Xu Yang, you will pay the price for your unreasonableness."

Immediately afterwards, Ji Wuhen unfolded the ancient scroll in his hand in front of him.

The scroll unfolded and suddenly became several feet in size. The ink characters and texts on the surface of the scroll were floating around, and the aura was flashing in various colors, and the voice of a Confucian poet could be heard singing.

"The ink speaks Confucianism, the clouds chant wind songs, the mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the world sings..."

One after another, the powerful ink spirit aura flows out from the scroll magic weapon.

The charm is natural, and the pen and ink are world-famous.

And in the void behind Ji Wuhen, a huge black river appeared, which was countless times more powerful than the real river.

Dao Realm - Mo Realm Jiangshan!

The world of Mojing is said to be one of the holy realms of Confucianism, and only the noble gentleman with the Mojing spirit can have the opportunity to travel there.

With the blessing of the powerful power of Dao Realm, Ji Wuhen's Kung Fu Body Aura broke through directly from the second level of Dao Ming Realm to reach the first level of Heavenly Tribulation Realm.

"Necromanticism - the ink sea rises!"

The next moment, a sea of ​​ink rushed out from the surface of the huge book in front of Ji Wuhen. The energy of the ink spirit suddenly surged thousands of feet, and rolled up the power of the turbulent air, just like the true dragon of the ink.

Using the magic scroll as a medium, Ji Wuhen performed powerful psychic skills.

"It is said that Ji Wuhen is the number one person in the Heavenly Tribulation Realm in the Yu Dao Sect. Now it seems that even a real Heavenly Tribulation Realm monk may not be his opponent." Xu Yang stared at Ji Wuhen opposite, his heart quickly Judge.

Xu Yang's consciousness moved.

In the void behind him, a huge fire starry sky appeared. In the sky of the Fire Star, countless Fire Stars were singing, and there was a flame bird with a thin neck and a long tail spreading its wings into the sky.

Tao Realm - Ming Dynasty Zhuque!

With the blessing of the Ming Dynasty Zhuque Dao Realm, Xu Yang's physical performance has improved to a higher level. It can be said that he has stepped into the Heavenly Tribulation Realm.

"Fist technique - Fire Wing Demonic Dragon Cannon!"

Punch out! The dragon roars!

A fist fire suddenly shot thousands of feet, black lightning and red fire, and a two-winged demon dragon blasted away the darkness of the day, blasting open a barbaric realm.