True Immortal of the Netherworld

In a different space in the pagoda.

On the grassland, teams of magic armor soldiers lined up neatly to watch the battle. They raised their sharp spears and shouted in unison: "Kill! Kill! Kill!".

The sound of killing surged, as if it was about to pierce the sky.

Golden Boy used the technique of King Kong possession to launch an attack, and cooperated with his best technique of Buddha bell to calm the soul. In the past, countless powerful enemies have been defeated by his move.

The magic armor general suddenly felt as if two invisible spiritual snakes were piercing his ears, and then turned into a long string of spiritual shackles connected by pale golden Sanskrit words to wrap around his soul. The magic armored general suddenly felt a tremor all over his body, and his whole body stagnated.

At this time, the golden sword in the golden boy's hand had fallen.

"Is it a soul-suppressing technique that uses sound to attack? There are a lot of crooked things in the Golden Buddha Temple. However, your little monk's soul-suppressing technique is still far from perfect."

In just a moment, the magic armor general activated his powerful soul power, raised his chest and raised his head, and stretched his arms hard. The invisible shackles that bound his soul suddenly broke and collapsed.

The magical armor general's physical strength instantly recovered as before. With his powerful cultivation in the Heavenly Tribulation Realm, he was able to get rid of the trouble of the soul-soothing sound. If the soul-soothing voice tried to invade again, it would be blocked by its powerful spiritual power.

The golden boy hid the Buddha bell on the golden sword, and then used the soul-soothing sound of the Buddha bell to attack. Most of the time you choose to do it when the opponent is unprepared, especially when the opponent's mental power is far greater than that of the golden boy, otherwise you will fail. And that's exactly what's going on right now.

"All the bald men in the Golden Buddha Temple should die!"

The magic armor general looked up and saw that the golden sword in the golden boy's hand had reached the top of his head. He didn't dodge, he directly stretched out his fist to meet it, and a long-haired yak appeared in the wind of the fist. It was tall and strong, with huge hook-like horns. It was obvious that the brute force contained in it was more than the previous boxing techniques.

"Yak Giant Fist!"

There was a crisp sound of "dang", the spiritual pressure exploded, and golden light splashed.

Jintongzi felt a tearing pain in his hands holding the golden sword, and he immediately let go of the golden sword.

"Buzz buzz buzz." The golden sword was spinning and thrown high into the sky by the force of the rebound.

The magic armor general twisted on the spot and punched out again. Barbarian Tyrant's giant yak fist is unstoppable. It seemed that it was too late for the golden boy who was still in mid-air to dodge.

The golden boy suddenly broke into a cold sweat and shouted in his heart: "Stop! This is the difference in realm."

At this moment, a divine bird cried.

"Hey!"

There was a flash of fire, and a three-foot-sized Suzaku Firebird flew past. The tip of the Firebird's claws reached down, accurately grabbed the Golden Boy's shoulders, and then flew upwards with the Golden Boy's body.

The magic armor general's backhand punch missed slightly, and he punched the ground with a loud bang. The ground shattered inch by inch, creating a deep pit with a radius of dozens of feet.

The Suzaku Firebird in the sky spread out its wings, drew a soothing arc in mid-air, and steadily lowered the Golden Boy's body back to the ground.

The fire light dimmed, revealing the true form of Fire Girl A'Zhu.

"Thank you, Miss A'Zhu, for your help." Jintongzi hurriedly clasped his fists.

"Now is not the time to say thank you."

When the magic armor general saw this, he didn't even blink and said disdainfully: "A bunch of ants from the northern region, are you trying to scratch my general's itch? Not strong enough, far from strong enough."

At this moment, the loud sound of Buddha suddenly came from the sky.

At some point, Yin Mengting had sacrificed the green sandalwood Buddha beads.

At this moment, Yin Mengting had put away the bamboo hat she originally used to cover her face. There is an inch-sized green "green sandalwood tree" mark between her eyebrows, which flashes and flashes, showing her unique fairy beauty.

Yin Mengting pinched the magic formula with her jade hands, and streams of green light popped up and fell on the green sandalwood Buddha beads high in the sky.

In an instant, Sanskrit characters flowed on the surface of the green sandalwood beads, and the holy light was brilliant and golden. The thirty green sandalwood beads that make up the green sandalwood beads are like thirty eminent monks reciting the profound meanings of the Buddha. They are solemn and solemn, and their voices are loud and clear, exorcising evil spirits and solemnly.

Without stopping for a moment, Yin Mengting put her jade hands together, forming a jade tree-shaped handprint, and whispered: "Qingtan is banned!"

The next moment, on the green sandalwood Buddha bead, the powerful power of sealing suddenly swayed out, and strings of golden Sanskrit words visible to the naked eye lingered and circled, accompanied by the sound of solemn chanting, like an oracle, sealing out evil spirits.

The green sandalwood Buddha beads cast shackles of Buddha's words one after another, like golden dragons descending from the sky.

The magic armor general raised his eyes and frowned. The next moment, his body was locked layer by layer by the shackles of the Buddha's words.

"Is it the Xuantian Spiritual Treasure? It can easily seal my body." The magic armored general couldn't help but be surprised.

With the powerful physical strength of the magic armor general, at his peak, he could withstand the small calamity, and ordinary magic weapon attacks could not cause him harm.

"It's not a Xuantian Spiritual Treasure, but a treasure very close to the Xuantian Spiritual Treasure. But the power of Buddhism on it seems to have some restraint on my demonic skills." In just a moment, the magic armor general guessed it.

At this moment, a ball of fire whirled over.

If you look closely, you will see that inside the fire ball is a rotating purple golden bowl with fire erupting from its surface.

In the distance, Huomou Tuo gritted his teeth, his eyes showed a fierce look, and he shot out magic spells with both hands one after another.

"With my great wisdom, Huomoutuo, I will always take action at the most appropriate time."

"Ouch!" With a shocking tiger roar, the head of a flaming tiger suddenly appeared on the surface of the rotating red fire and purple gold bowl. The tiger's eyes are wide open and its teeth are angry.

"Buddhist Dharma - Red Fire Tiger Seal!"

At this time, the magical armored general's power was restricted by the shackles of Buddha's light from the green sandalwood beads, and he had no time to make any big moves.

The magic armor general simply tilted his neck, raised his head, and directly used his head to catch the red-fire and purple-gold bowl flying towards him.

boom! There was a loud noise, like a tiger roaring in the mountains.

The flames exploded, and layers of fire breath rolled and spread.

when! Then there was a crisp sound of copper and iron, and the body of the red fire and purple gold bowl appeared.

Huomoutuo made a move with one hand, and the red fire and purple gold bowl whirled back, and was held in his hand again.

After the fire breath dissipated, the double-horned helmet on the head of the magic armor general was a little crooked, and a bright red stream flowed down the edge of the helmet.

Tick, tick, the ground was dyed red.

"I broke his head, hehe." Huomoutuo said proudly.

The magic armor general twisted his neck back and forth, making a rattling sound, and then stretched out a finger to wipe the blood on his head.

"Is it blood? It smells so familiar." The magic armor general said in a daze. Then he put his red finger to his mouth, stuck out his tongue and licked it.

With a "buzz" sound, an old voice echoed in the mind of the magic armor general.

"Don't let this child see your own blood."

...

The world in memory.

Under the sun, a hillside is covered with green meadows.

Four or five yaks with double horns and long dark brown hair are grazing leisurely.

A child of seven or eight years old was riding on the back of an ox. The child held a wooden stick in his hand, his skin was tanned, and his two little faces were blown red and bright by the wind.

"O cow, eat grass quickly. Only by producing more milk can you get more food, so that your parents and little brother can have enough food at home." The child said to himself.

At this moment.

Behind a tall rock not far away, in the shadows, a pair of evil eyes flashed with greed.

It was a large snow leopard with spots on its white fur. It was about ten feet long, with an iron whip-like tail swaying silently. Its green vertical pupils were staring at the cattle in front of it. Maybe the kid herding the cows was too young and was not its prey target.

"Whoosh!"

The big snow leopard jumped out from behind the rock where it was hiding, as fast as lightning.

"Moo!"

A cow whined and was knocked down by a snow leopard.

The cattle dispersed in panic, and the child sitting on the back of the cattle immediately saw the scene in front of him.

"What is that? The tribal elders said that there is a bloodthirsty mountain god on this mountain. Every year, yaks and goats must be sacrificed. Otherwise, they will come down the mountain to eat the people in the tribe. Is this the big guy? These yaks are the most powerful in the family. Don’t let this valuable asset be taken away.”

Thinking of this, the child's eyes showed a calm and fierce look that was not commensurate with his age.

"You big bandit, don't even think about stealing my cow." The boy shouted, jumped off the cow's back, threw away the stick in his hand, quickly picked up a fist-sized stone and threw it in the direction of the snow leopard.

The boy's strength was so great that the stone flew across the void with a buzzing sound.

With a "snap", it hit the snow leopard accurately on the head.

The snow leopard tilted its head, and its snow-white fur was dyed red with blood. The yak that was knocked down took the opportunity to struggle up from the ground, mooed, and ran away.

The snow leopard turned around, and the shadow of a child was reflected in its pupils. It saw a stubborn child, too young to fit between its teeth. The hair on its neck and back stood on end, and it grinned. It was irritated.

"Ouch!"

With a roar, the snow leopard pounced towards the child.

The child's eyes were full of fearlessness, and he had no intention of retreating. He bravely rushed forward in the direction of the snow leopard.

The size difference between the snow leopard and the child is huge, and it looks like this will be a one-sided battle.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.

A jaw-dropping scene appeared. The child was so powerful that he actually lifted the snow leopard, which was more than ten times bigger than him, with both hands.

The snow leopard's eyes were full of disbelief. While struggling desperately, its hook-shaped claws scratched the child's forehead, and a streak of bright red flowed down.

The child used all his strength to throw Snow Leopard Nuoda's body out.

"boom!"

The snow leopard fell to the ground. But its nimble body just rolled on the ground and quickly stood up.

The snow leopard was furious.

It is the only king among dozens of mountains in this surrounding area. No creature dares to disrespect it so much. If it could talk, it would definitely shout, I want to eat you.

But just when the snow leopard focused its eyes on the child again, the rough hair on its back suddenly softened, and its tail was tucked behind its buttocks, like a defeated dog.

The snow leopard saw it.

The child was licking the blood flowing from his forehead with the corner of his mouth, looking like he was enjoying the delicious food. His eyes exploded like an animal.

The next moment, a barbarian bloodline power burst out from the boy's body. A blood-red light and shadow shot straight into the sky.

Cack, cluck, the bones in the child's body creaked.

"Moo——" A shocking roar.

The child's body began to transform into a beast. The clothes outside his body were quickly torn apart by his swollen body. His back was like a mountain, he was covered in fur armor, and he had two horns on his head. He looked like a beast but not a beast, and he looked like a human but not a human being.

The snow leopard instinctively lowered his body, retreated step by step, and waited for an opportunity to turn around and escape.

A shadow flashed, and the huge body of the "little boy" appeared in front of the snow leopard.

With both fists punched out, flesh, flesh and fur flew around until the earth and rocks collapsed. The snow leopard was buried forever in the rubble before it could even cry out.

After the violent rage, the child suddenly felt exhausted. He murmured: "No one can eat my cow." Then he fell to the ground with a thud.

In the tribe's tent.

A tribal elder with a silver beard and white hair put his hands behind his back, looked at the child who had just woken up and was still lying on the couch, and said meaningfully: "Don't let this child see your own blood."

Since then, there has been a legend about the son of a yak in this unknown small tribe in the Western Region.