True Immortal of the Netherworld

Under the sky, above the grassland.

The three-story car, which was ten feet tall, suddenly drove out of the battle formation, like a giant bull king patrolling his territory.

It was high and fearless, heading towards the direction of Xu Yang and others with a crushing attitude, getting closer and closer.

On top of the carriage, a magic armor general wearing a horn-shaped battle helmet hugged his shoulders. The purple cloak behind him was flying like waves. The devil's aura was rolling on the surface of the purple magic armor, forming palm-sized palms around his body. purple cyclone.

A large purple cloud suddenly appeared in the sky above the head of the magic armor general.

These purple clouds were rolling around in panic under the power of their powerful demon spirits. In the gaps in the purple clouds, some purple arcs that wanted to escape but could not escape crowded each other and roared, as if they were about to tear the sky apart.

Shocking!

What a bully!

Magical power!

"Kick, knock... knock..." The three-dead skeleton lying on Guigu Zan's shoulder moved his upper and lower jaws in a panic, as if he was speechless, and stretched out a bone finger in the distance. Pointing to the opposite side, a blue ghost aura emerged from its empty eye sockets.

Only Guigu Zan knew that it was a manifestation of the fear of the three-death skeleton man.

The black-scaled dragon Minglin, who had been lying on Xu Yang's shoulder to bask in the sun, muttered: "What the hell kind of weather is this? Is it going to rain? Master Xu Yang, why don't we find a place to take shelter from the rain?"

Xu Yang said: "Ming Lin, are you here to make a joke?"

"Hehe. Master Xu Yang, I'm just making a little joke to lighten the mood. It's cool and refreshing to fight on a rainy day. If this demon dragon were in peak condition, he would tear this guy apart in minutes." After saying that, Ming Ming The scales are facing toward the opposite side in the shape of teeth, green veins are exposed on both sides of the forehead, and wisps of dark aura as black as ink are exuding from the body surface.

A good man does not talk about his former courage. If he talks about his former courage, it is mostly used to embolden himself.

"The aura of the demonic spirit is so powerful that it actually makes Ming Lin, who has always been promiscuous, feel wary. It seems that the level of cultivation displayed by this magic armor general is not much different from that of Lord Youfeng whom he met in Youfeng Mountain a long time ago. , is it a level of cultivation in the Heavenly Tribulation Realm? But it seems that the fluctuations of his demonic spirit are a little unstable, and there should be some problems with his physical condition. In this case, if many of us work together to fight against one of them, there may be something wrong. 30% sure of winning." Xu Yang calculated in his mind while using the Flame Spirit Eyes to observe the magic armored general appearing on the opposite side.

The more carefully he looked, the more surprised Xu Yang became. He immediately reminded loudly behind him: "This magic armor general is different from other magic armor soldiers. It is not an illusion, but a real body."

"I don't feel right either. Are we in the wrong place? This should be the eye space of the Five Buddhas Vajra Array. How could the demon general from thousands of years ago appear?" Huomoutuo rubbed his eyes and said in disbelief. .

"Senior Brother Huamei, you opened the passage here personally, and there is no mistake. There must be a reason for the demon generals to appear in this space. Don't forget, this is in the Green Fire Demon Realm. Next, we have to figure out a way to deal with him." Golden Boy said calmly.

"Junior Brother Golden Boy, what you said makes sense." After Huomoutuo finished speaking, he turned his gaze to the "Qingyan Monk" on the other side. After all, Qingyan Monk is the most powerful among their three Vajra Sons. He is the only one among these people who has reached the level of Daoming Realm, and he is also their backbone.

Although Daoming Realm is only one level higher than Yuanhun Realm, its strength is completely different from Yunni. Especially the powerful soul power is unmatched by Yuanhun realm monks.

But Huomoutuo didn't know that the "Qingyan Monk" in front of him had long lost his active consciousness, and was controlled by the Thousand-faced Ghost "Zhang San".

"Qingyan Monk" looked at the magic armor general on the car opposite, narrowed his eyes, and thought to himself, the magic general in front of him must be at the level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm. If the Master of Shadows hadn't told me to take good care of Xu Yang, , nothing can go wrong before leading him to the designated place. I will not take the risk of fighting this demon general head-on. After all, my best skill is assassination. Forget it, the matter has come to this, even if we lose the physical body of "Qingyan Monk", we still have to give it a try. If it really doesn't work, I'm sure that I'll be able to survive it all. At worst, I'll call my dearest senior brother out for help. Xu Yang, if you force me to go all out to help you this time, you will be lucky. All this is nothing compared to the horror of the Shadow Master.

Thinking of this, "Qingyan Monk" said: "There is only one reason to explain. This magic armor man should have been trapped in this space during the battle with the Golden Buddha Temple a thousand years ago. I don't know what secrets are hidden in this space. The magic armored man has been here for thousands of years and has not died. This is indeed a surprise for us. The current situation is that we cannot find the exit from this space. , we have no retreat.”

"Senior Brother Qingyan is right, and that's probably the truth. Moreover, the cultivation level of this magic armor general is likely to be a powerful being in the Heavenly Tribulation Realm." Golden Boy nodded.

The Huomoutuo beside the golden boy subconsciously stood behind Qingyan Monk, and while touching his bald head with his left hand, he muttered in his heart: "Oh, I'm going to fight this magic armor warrior soon, so I'd better be careful. Even Senior Brother Qingyan, the most powerful among us, is still in the Daoming realm. The terrifying demon clan caused a tragic war thousands of years ago, and its ghost is still there a thousand years later."

"Magic armored general, Heavenly Tribulation Realm? Defeating him with everyone is my current goal." Gui Gu Zan, who likes to set various goals for himself and go all out, thought to himself.

The three-death skeleton lying on Guigu Zan's shoulder seemed to understand its owner's intentions, and raised a fist and waved vigorously towards the opposite side.

Xu Yang said loudly: "Senior Qingyan Monk is right. We all have no retreat, so we might as well give it a try."

Next, Xu Yang turned his head and whispered: "Miss Yin, A'Zhu, the next fight will be very dangerous. You two can just help from the side, and don't confront this magic armor general."

The two girls A'Zhu and Yin Mengting on the side heard this and nodded together. With determination on their faces, they stood side by side behind Xu Yang without any intention of retreating.

Behind every successful man there will be a woman, sometimes maybe two, as is the case with Xu Yang.

...

On the top floor of the three-story car opposite, where the magic armored general once stood, it became empty at some point.

"Coming!" Xu Yang whispered, spreading his fire wings behind him, leaving only a flying red fire breath on the spot, and he took the lead to fly out.

"Master Xu Yang, if you want to fight, fight!" As Ming Lin finished speaking, Ming Lin's shadow disappeared on Xu Yang's shoulder.

As Xu Yang was galloping, there was a clear clicking sound on his body, and a shiny black armor appeared from head to toe.

The black scale helmet, black scale shoulder armor, black scale wrist guards, black scale breastplate, black scale leg armor, and black scale combat boots are like the scale dragon war god from ancient times. The power of Ming Lin's soul has turned into a set of Ming Lin armor and worn on Xu Yang's body.

Xu Yang suddenly felt that his whole body was filled with inexhaustible power, which was the demon power from ancient times and belonged to the lineage of powerful demon dragons.

"Buzz!" The ground trembled.

On the opposite side of the open space dozens of feet away, a purple magic swirl suddenly appeared. When the magic swirl subsided, a magic armored general wearing a horned helmet appeared.

brush--

A flash of fire flashed, and a figure in the fire rushed towards the magic armored general who was unsteady on his feet. Without him, it was Xu Yang who took the lead.

Without any words, Xu Yang punched directly. Looking carefully, six shiny black scales grew out of thin air on the surface of Xu Yang's fist, like a dragon fist.

Above the fist wind, the dark and intense Netherworld energy condensed into the shape of a demonic dragon.

Punch out!

Dragon roar!

Break the sky!

The magic armor general's eyes were bright and clear, and he immediately noticed Xu Yang's attack. He calmly took a step forward, his cloak flying behind him, and faced Xu Yang's dragon-shaped fist, which he also punched out.

Above the huge fist, a purple cyclone suddenly appeared. The purple cyclone twisted and transformed into a bull's head with two horns.

Punch out!

Cow moo!

Move the ground!

There was a muffled "bang" sound, like two large round hammers slamming together, and the explosive energy created a shock wave visible to the naked eye.

After the punch, the body of the magic armor general did not move, but his footprints on the ground sank half an inch.

The tyrannical force was transmitted through the surface of Xu Yang's fist, forearm, and back arm to his right shoulder.

"What a tyrannical strength."

Xu Yang seemed to have been prepared for it. A pair of jet-black fire wings rolled up behind him, and he flew back with the help of the rebound force, removing most of the opponent's power at once.

Even so, Xu Yang still felt his shoulders go numb.

Xu Yang, who was still in the air, rolled his fire wings again, drew an arc in the air, and pounced at him again at a faster speed.

This time, both fists were punched out at the same time.

"Dark Fire Fist - Violent Dragon Fist!"

"Bang bang bang!"

In just an instant, hundreds of fist shadows were chiseled out. Each punch had the shape of a black dragon. Like a hundred dragons roaring, the void was torn apart by dark cracks.

"Are the boys from there the helpers invited from the Southern Region by those bald heads from the Golden Buddha Temple? How dare you challenge this general? You are overestimating your abilities." At this moment, the magic armored general had clearly seen the opponent in front of him. Xu Yang was dressed in black scale armor and exuded a strange aura, mistakenly thinking that he was from the Southern Territory.

The cultivators in the Southern Territory are different from those in the Northern Territory. They do not exist in the form of cultivation sects, but in the form of tribes. The tribes in the Southern Region all have their own worship totems, most of which are ancient wild beasts and heaven and earth spiritual trees. The Golden Wing Tribe, Silver Wolf Tribe, Magnolia Tribe... There are also a few tribes that worship dragon-shaped totems, such as Canglong tribe.

The same thing is that all the tribes in the southern region worship the gods of nature as their highest worship, and firmly believe that humans, animals, and plants complement each other. They make use of the various resources provided by nature to survive without overexploiting and destroying their living space, allowing themselves to become one of the many creatures in nature and integrate into it.

However, the competition between the tribes in the southern region is also more direct and bloody. Violence is considered to be the fairest means of survival given by God, and they are more accustomed to using violence to solve problems.

The Northern Territory and the Southern Territory have always been uncomfortable with this. The Northern Territory often defines the tribes of the Southern Territory as uncivilized monsters. The Southern Territory also regards the various sects in the Northern Territory as destroyers and blasphemers of nature, and they have always been incompatible with them.

As the magic armored general spoke, he also waved his fists.

The wind of fists transformed into the shape of wild bulls, countless of them, like a herd of charging bulls, enough to trample the grassland.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

In just the blink of an eye, Xu Yang and the magic armor generals hit the enemy with countless punches.