True Immortal of the Netherworld

Xu Yang left Wuminggufang City alone, found an uninhabited path, and used his escape technique. The soles of his feet were always half an inch in the air. Every time he took a seemingly effortless step, his body floated forward more than ten feet, and he walked toward him gracefully. Go in the direction of the Glazed Fire Path.

Half an hour later, the sky in the direction of the Glazed Fire Road could be seen from a distance like a piece of red-hot colored glaze, revealing mystery and temptation.

There was a flat area under Xu Yang's feet, and there were pebbles of different sizes everywhere on the ground, like a dry river.

At this moment, he deliberately stopped and said loudly: "The great monk following me has not shown up yet and has been following me so far. Isn't he just along for the ride?"

After he finished speaking, ten feet away behind Xu Yang, behind a big tree as thick as a person, it originally looked empty.

Suddenly, a circle of pale silver light and shadow flashed out from behind the tree. The light and shadow shrank, and it seemed that there was a human figure in it.

"Hahaha."

Several bursts of laughter echoed suddenly, and as the laughter fell, Monk Zihuan in a bright red cassock walked out from behind the big tree.

"Sir, we met again after the auction. Seeing that your cultivation level is only in the true elixir realm, but your spiritual consciousness is very powerful, I clearly used the secret technique of hiding my body just now, but you still saw through it. I don't know where you are. The son of a cultivating family? I, Monk Zihuan, like to make friends with people who are secretive?" Monk Zihuan asked with a fake smile. But he secretly murmured in his heart that this kid spent a lot of money at the auction. He was definitely not an ordinary cultivator. He could not be a descendant of any major cultivator family. It was unknown whether there were other powerful helpers behind him. If I weren't afraid of this, I would have jumped out and taken action long ago.

Xu Yang turned around, with his hands behind his back, his posture like a pine tree, neatly dressed in light green clothes, facing Monk Zihuan, and said loudly: "Master, it is really you. I am an unknown casual cultivator. You are chasing me so hard, you don't really want to be friends with me. I think you are waiting for an opportunity to snatch the green sandalwood Buddha beads in my hand, right?" Your words were straightforward and aboveboard, without any timidity, showing strong confidence.

Seeing Xu Yang's posture, Monk Zi Huan raised his thick eyebrows. His bald head couldn't help but look left and right. At the same time, he dispersed his consciousness and thought to himself: "He is obviously the only one in the surrounding area. Is this kid just showing off? I, Zi Huan, The monk has been practicing cultivation for many years and has never seen anyone. You want to scare me, boy, you are still too young."

Monk Zihuan curled up the corner of his mouth, the two thick eyebrows on his eyes suddenly stood up, his face darkened, and he said sternly: "The green sandalwood beads are originally Buddhist things, how can you, a boy with unknown origins, just try to possess them?" , only I, a Buddhist disciple, can admire it.”

Monk Zihuan said, turning his left palm.

A gust of wind blew up, and the tall tree that had been used to hide the figure was shattered to its roots with a bang.

"How about it? If you know the truth, just hand over the green sandalwood Buddha beads obediently. What's more, you alone want to break into the glazed fire path. Do you know how powerful the demonic fire is in the fire path? Anyone who is burned by the demonic fire will have his soul refined. Burning. In comparison, it is a blessing that you died in the hands of my monk Zihuan."

Xu Yang smiled slightly and said disdainfully: "I, Xu Xiaoxian, hate three kinds of people the most in my life. One is the fake monk with a shaved head, the other is the fanatic who wants to kill others with his mouth opened, and the last one is the one who casually destroys flowers, plants and trees. I am very angry now and am going to throw you, an arrogant fake monk who doesn’t know how to cherish flowers, plants and trees, into the glazed fire path. Do you think you will be so arrogant?”

When monk Zihuan heard this, he became furious.

"You reckless boy, today I will cut you into a hundred pieces."

As soon as he finished speaking, Monk Zihuan flipped his wrist, and a sword appeared in his hand. On the blade, a tiger ready to pounce is clearly engraved, and the blade is shiny. Visible to the naked eye, wisps of murderous aura leaked out from the blade, like a tiger showing its fangs, and the cold air was overwhelming.

Then, Monk Zihuan pointed at Xu Yang opposite him with the tip of his knife. Without any explanation, he tapped his toes on the ground. The red cassock behind him flew like fire, like an angry red-feathered fighting cock. He jumped forward, just a few feet away. Xu Yang ran towards him and struck him.

"Seeking death!" Monk Zihuan shouted.

"Brush!" Then he cut it down with a knife.

The seemingly ordinary sword was clearly endowed with the powerful soul power of the Yuanhun Realm monks. Above the shadow of the sword, there was the light and shadow of a tiger about ten feet in size. The power of the violent tiger suddenly appeared, causing the void to tremble and the wind to tremble. Channel.

Seeing this, Xu Yang showed no signs of panic. His left hand was still clasped behind his back, his right arm stretched forward, he clenched his fingers into a fist, and the sixth level of the Dark Fire Technique in his body flew into the clouds.

In the space of his Zi Mansion, the small ball formed by the body of Ming Lin and covered with black scales suddenly trembled. On the surface of the small ball, those originally smooth and creeping black scales stood up. With one beat, it transformed into a black scale dragon beast about a foot long, with black eyes, black horns, black teeth... The power of the underworld scales was crazily injected into the meridians.

The next moment, a black spiritual fire suddenly rolled out from Xu Yang's single fist, turning into a dragon shape in the blink of an eye, accompanied by the sound of a dragon roar. And on the surface of his fist, three scales filled with pitch black oil grew out of thin air.

Without stopping for a moment, Xu Yang's right fist hit the blade coming from the opposite side.

Punch out, dragon roar, break through the air.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, the moves collided, the dragon and tiger bit each other, and the winner was decided in the next moment.

Monk Zihuan slashed out the violent tiger blade, and like a sick cat, he let out a whine, the wind of the blade rolled back, and the original tiger shape was instantly torn to pieces.

Expansion! Expansion! Two solid muffled sounds in succession.

The sword's backlash and the power of the Dark Fire Fist landed on Monk Zihuan's chest one after another, like a heavy hammer beating him continuously. The tall monk Zihuan was thrown ten feet away like a broken flag in the sky.

"boom!"

When it landed, a pit half a person deep was made on the ground.

At this time, Monk Zihuan's tiger-shaped sword had fallen aside. On the right palm of his hand holding the sword, the tiger's mouth was torn and blood was flowing.

"It hurts!" At this time, Monk Zihuan's first thought came to his mind.

The corners of his mouth were stained red, three of his ribs were broken, the true energy in his body collapsed like crumbs, and his soul was shaking.

Monk Zihuan shook his bald head and tried to wake himself up. He put one hand on the ground and got up from the ground. Then he turned his hands into fingers and tapped his chest several times, sealing away the fractures and pain in his flesh.

He looked at Xu Yang across from him with a surprised expression, and thought to himself: "Is this person's cultivation level at the true alchemy level? If I hadn't practiced the Buddhist body-refining technique, my body would be comparable to copper and iron. This punch, I’m afraid I’ll be shattered to pieces. Even if I underestimate you, I, Monk Zihuan, am not a vegetarian.”

Although he suffered a loss with one move, Monk Zihuan showed no intention of retreating. He quickly formed tiger head-shaped mudra with his hands and silently recited obscure Sanskrit secret words.

In the Zifu space in his body, a pale silver Nascent Soul about an inch in size sat cross-legged, its appearance was the same as that of Monk Zihuan. At this time, the silver Nascent Soul already had an angry look on his face, especially the two thick eyebrows on his brows, which were as straight as razors. A pair of small hands also formed a tiger head-shaped handprint, and the small mouth opened and closed, and uttered mantras in synchronization with Monk Zihuan's body.

"Buzz!"

A strong wind suddenly rose from Monk Zihuan's body, and the red cassock behind him was beating like a ball. Visible to the naked eye, silver runes like spiritual snakes were running up and down around his body, and the soul power aura exuded was increasing day by day.

Click, click. There was a sound of bones, and Monk Zihuan's ribs were broken, and the torn muscles were quickly healed under the secret technique. He was much stronger than before, and his whole body was slightly taller than before.

Suddenly, a silver tiger silhouette that was ten feet in size appeared behind him.

"ah!"

Monk Zihuan raised his head to the sky and roared loudly, like an enraged forest beast king. Circles of pale silver soul power quickly spread out from the center of his feet, as if it was a powerful soul realm that could only be possessed by Yuan Soul Realm monks.

In an instant, wisps of strong wind rolled back, and on the ground, it seemed as if a beast's claws were scratching, and the spiritual pressure made deep marks on every life.

The next moment, Monk Zihuan's body was shrouded in the light and shadow of a ten-foot-sized tiger. He jumped up high, clenched his fists tightly, and smashed towards Xu Yang's location like biting tiger teeth. .

"Soul skill—Huya Zen Kill!"

Seeing the other party displaying a powerful soul skill, Xu Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, looked through his consciousness, and already had an estimate of Monk Zihuan's ability.

"It turns out that this great monk is actually a body cultivator. The power of the tiger he created has quite a lot of Buddhist skills. His power should not be underestimated."

With the judgment in mind, Xu Yang's consciousness moved, and the shell of the Red Blood True Pill, one of the three true pills in the Zifu space, melted rapidly, and the powerful power of the beacon was injected into the meridians of the body like a torrent.

Immediately, circles of red fire breath swayed under Xu Yang's feet. In the red fire breath, war horses neighed, war flags fluttered, war songs resounded, and the beacon field reappeared.

At the same time, Xu Yang reached out with his left hand that was always carried behind his back, and used his Spirit Dolphin Brain Splitting Technique to activate the sixth level of the Dark Fire Art and the Red Blood Soul Refining Technique simultaneously with the left and right halves of his brain.

A red dragon shape about a foot in size emerged from the tip of Xu Yang's heart, and the powerful power of red blood instantly filled the bones and muscles of his body. Red stars flashed out from the surface of every bone and muscle in his body, and his physical strength was comparable to that of a red-blooded beast.

The sixth level of the Nether Fire Technique is running rapidly, and the power of the Nether Scales in the body is fully activated.

"Hey, my master, this is the style that I, Ming Lin, like." The voice of the monster Ming Lin came to Xu Yang's ears.

With the blessing of the power of the underworld scales, a black crystal-like scale the size of a fingernail appeared in the middle of Xu Yang's forehead, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a semi-monster.

The Nether Scale was originally an ancient mutated dragon beast, which can be called the pinnacle of monster beasts. The power of demonizing the Nether Scale requires a strong physical force to bear. Therefore, Xu Yang first used the red blood soul refining technique to strengthen his body before he could withstand the powerful burden brought by this technique.

Without stopping for a moment, Xu Yang clasped his hands tightly into a hammer, pointed his toes on the ground, and leaped high into the sky like a flying dragon.

"Underworld Scale Transformation - Demonic Fist!"

On both fists, the wind of the fists squeaked and swirled rapidly, quickly condensing into the appearance of a dragon beast.

A dragon's roar echoed across the heaven and earth.