True Immortal of the Netherworld

In the Green Fire Demon Realm, a purple sun is in the sky, looking down at everything below like the eyes of a god.

On a dry river, countless pebbles whose edges have been cut off by thousands of years and have smooth surfaces lie there quietly. Their surfaces are heated by the light of the purple sun, causing dry heat waves to rise.

Thousands of years ago, rivers flowed here. These inconspicuous pebbles bathe freely in the river, playing happily with the unnamed fish. Suddenly one day, the beacon fire of the war between humans and demons was ignited in the Green Fire Demon Territory. The upper reaches of the river was a fierce battlefield.

The sound of killings shook the sky, beacon fires massacred the wilderness, and the river was dyed red with the blood of the warriors of the human and demon tribes. It lasted for half a month, and it was extremely tragic.

In the end, even the upper reaches of the river were bombarded to pieces by the force array. Since then, the river has dried up for thousands of years. Perhaps there is a warrior soul sleeping on every pebble in the river. Whether they were humans or demons, they are so quiet and no longer fighting.

Suddenly, a yellow whirlwind whizzed up three feet above the river floor. The whirlwind was getting faster and faster, and silver snake-like arcs of electricity shot out. If you look closely, you will see that the arcs of electricity are produced by thin yellow Taoist symbols.

The spiritual pressure brought about by the change set off strong winds, which hit the cobblestones on the ground nearby. They ran away in shock, making crackling screams.

With a "buzz" sound, the rotating Taoist talismans suddenly dispersed, and the yellow paper Taoist talismans all over the sky gathered together, and two figures appeared among them, one dressed as a monk.

The Taoist wears a black robe with long sleeves, a red Taoist crown, and a ginger-like nose that adds to his ugly appearance. The monk wears a blood-red cassock draped around his body and fastened to his chest with two copper rings. But on top of his head was a gilt incense burner, which looked strange. It was Qing Shui Shui and the Blood Monk who had just arrived in the Green Fire Demon Realm.

At this time, Master Qingshui had a look of embarrassment on his face. There were several holes burned by the fire on his large Taoist robe, and the goatee under his chin was also curled, with less than half of it missing. The blood monk next to Qingshui Man had a dull expression on his face, and the surface of the gilt incense burner above his head was also dull.

The man in Qingshui raised his head and glanced at the purple sun in the sky, his face softened, he turned to look at the blood monk beside him, and said with concern: "Brother monk, it didn't hurt you. I didn't expect the eight hundred miles of glazed magic fire. It actually burned all the blood souls stored in your gilded incense burner. The fire-proofing talismans I prepared were also completely burned. Fortunately, we were lucky and finally arrived in this green fire demonic realm. ”

As Qingshui Master spoke, he shook off the dust on his sleeves, then stretched out a sleeve to wipe the dirt on the gilded incense burner above the bloody monk's head, and then said: "Brother monk, look how good I am to you. Dress up neatly. The eight hundred miles of Glazed Fire Dao must have exhausted you. You must be very thirsty. I know you like fresh blood souls the most. I wonder if there is anyone in the Green Fire Demon Realm who can capture you. A few of them, use their blood souls to replenish your body. In this way, you will be strong enough to complete the tasks assigned by the Shadow Master."

As the puppet of Qingshui Man, Blood Monk had a flash of blood in his dull eyes, nodded, and said blankly: "Okay."

"Hehe." Mr. Qingshui smiled with satisfaction, and then said: "Brother monk, let's go."

The Qingshui man took one of the blood monk's hands, pointed out the direction, made a secret with one hand, chanted the Taoist mantra in his mouth, and then tossed it with his hand, and several yellow paper Taoist charms floated out.

Immediately afterwards, these yellow paper Taoist talismans were connected into one piece, like a small flying carpet. The two jumped up, and in a gust of yellow wind, they fled towards the distance. Soon, their figures disappeared at the end of the river valley.

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Three days later, Qingshui Man and Blood Monk traveled westward for more than a hundred miles. They rested for half a day on the way, and they seemed to be in good spirits.

At this moment, Qingshui Ren gently pulled the blood monk's sleeve with his hand and whispered quietly: "There seems to be someone in front, brother blood monk, the new blood soul you like is here."

The man in Qingshui rolled his eyes, pinched the magic formula with one hand, and suddenly a yellow whirlwind whipped up. The whirlwind subsided, and the two figures were invisible.

Shortly after Qing Shui Shui and Blood Monk hid their figures, two figures, one high and one Ai, quietly emerged from the forest opposite.

They are two Buddhist disciples wearing apricot monk robes. While walking, the soles of the two people's feet were always half an inch off the ground, and the uppers of their shoes did not touch any soil. And the large monk robes outside the two men did not touch any vegetation on the road. Obviously, the two used relatively sophisticated escape methods.

One of them looked to be only ** years old, not tall, with a round face and a pair of big, bright black eyes.

The other one is a middle-aged monk with an ordinary appearance. The two thick eyebrows under this man's broad forehead are eye-catching red, like two burning flames, and he has a rather calm temperament.

The burning eyebrow monk held a palm-sized purple gold bowl in his hand. The surface of the purple gold bowl is engraved with several images of young monks sitting cross-legged and meditating. At this time, a circle of light golden ripples was spreading out from the surface of the purple golden bowl. Perhaps it was the fluctuation of spiritual power emitted by the purple golden bowl that made Qingshui people aware of the whereabouts of the two of them in advance.

"Brother, is your purple golden bowl working? It's been two days since you and I entered the Blue Fire Demon Realm, and we haven't found any information about the Buddha's relics. In a few days, other people who have entered the Blue Fire Demon Realm will There are too many. If the Buddha's relics are stolen by others, it will be troublesome," the young monk said.

"Junior brother, please rest assured. The relics of the Buddha were used by our Golden Buddha Temple to participate in the war between humans and demons thousands of years ago, and we set up a grand formation of ten thousand Buddhas to return to their true form. Without the unique secret method of our Golden Buddha Temple, others would not be able to find it. The formation eye is located. And once the formation is touched, even hundreds of people will be suppressed by the formation." After a pause, the fire-browed monk looked down at the purple gold bowl in his hand, and said with some embarrassment: "I am a purple gold. Bo? It's just that when I used it to deal with those glazed demonic fires, there will inevitably be some deviations when using it to find the location of the formation. Getting closer."

At this time, behind a huge rock not far away, there was a pair of eyes watching every move of the two monks. It was Qingshui Ren who had just hidden his figure.

"The people here are two bald monks, blood monk brothers. How about we kill these two monks and take their blood souls to replenish you. Since we are all monks, the blood souls will taste better. But look The cultivation level of these two monks is not weak, at least they should be at the same level as you and me. If we start a fight, I am afraid it will be a fierce battle. However, I believe they are not our opponents. Because we are evil cultivators!" Qingshui people said.

The blood monk did not answer. He still stood beside Qingshui Ren in a daze, not even looking at the two people walking over.

"Brother Blood Monk, did you hear what I just said? Why didn't you answer me?" Qingshui Man gently patted Blood Monk's shoulder with his hand and confirmed.

The current Blood Monk is just a puppet, with a wisp of Qingshui Man's soul inside his body. Ever since Qingshui Ren possessed the puppet Blood Monk, he has behaved more and more like a schizophrenic. The conversation between him and the blood monk was actually just him talking to himself.

At this moment, the young monk next to the flaming eyebrow monk suddenly stopped, and a blue Buddhist mantra suddenly appeared on his smooth forehead, and in the middle of the Buddhist mantra was the pattern of an upside-down Buddhist bell.

Immediately, the young monk's aura surged, and he danced in a monk's robe. Then he said sternly: "Who is hiding there? They are sneaky and not the work of a noble family!"

When he spoke a word, it was clearly mixed with the piercing sound of the Buddhist bell's alarm, causing the void to tremble.

There was a crackling sound, and the surface of the tall boulder where the Qingshui people and the blood monks were hiding was cracked open by the power of the sound. As soon as the young monk finished speaking, the hard boulder, which was about ten feet high, collapsed into stone powder with a roar.

The clear water man and the bloody monk behind the boulder jumped out like two frightened rabbits. Qingshuiren felt dizzy for a while, and quickly took out a yellow paper soul talisman and pasted it on his forehead.

With a pop, the soul talisman burned out in a bright flame, and a soul-awakening spell was thrown into Qingshui Man's head, which stabilized his somewhat messy soul.

You know, after Qingshui people possess the human puppet of Blood Monk, it is equivalent to reserve a soul power in Blood Monk's body. Therefore, his soul is much stronger than that of monks of the same level. But he was able to succeed immediately by the soul-suppressing seal released by the young monk.

The angry Qingshui man pointed his finger at the young monk opposite and cursed: "The two thieves monks from there actually made a sneak attack. How can such a stupid thing be done by a monk?"

The blood monk on the side was little affected because he was a puppet.

The young monk glanced at the two people on the opposite side, Qingshui, and then fell on the blood monk beside him. His eyes were solemn and he said loudly: "No wonder I just noticed a bloody and evil soul power fluctuation. It turned out to be a half-dead man. The two of you hiding behind the boulder just now were probably doing something shameful."

The puppet technique that Qingshui people cast on the blood monk's body is the lost secret technique of the "Corpse Exorcist Sect". The appearance and behavior of the puppet are the same as those of living people, which is close to perfection, so it is difficult to be fooled. You can see the clues. Unexpectedly, the young monk across from him could figure it out with just one glance.

Qingshui Ren was shocked when he heard this, and thought to himself, this young monk seems to be a master at controlling soul power. Grandma, I have met my opponent today. But his tone did not show any timidity at all, and he said loudly: "I am from Qingshui, and next to me is my brother, the blood monk. The two of us are evil cultivators, and we are upright even if we hide behind the boulder."

In the philosophy of Qingshui people, evil cultivators should look like evil cultivators.

"Hahaha." The Huamei monk next to the little monk suddenly burst out laughing when he heard the Qingshui man announcing his name. Then he raised his eyebrows, glared, and said fiercely: "You two are the Qingshui people and the blood monks on the list of evil cultivators. You two have done all kinds of bad things on weekdays, and you have been wanted by various sects in Zhongyuan Continent. On the list. I am Huomoutuo from the Golden Buddha Temple, and next to me is my junior brother Jintongzi. Good luck to you if you meet the two of us today. I, the Buddha, am merciful and will save you two evil cultivators for free. "