True Immortal of the Netherworld

Under crisis.

Brother Fan suddenly remembered something. He quickly took out a blue talisman from his arms. There was a clear sword shadow drawn on the talisman. The appearance of the sword shadow was as different as the Ruoshui sword owned by Liu Haiyu. two.

"It seems that the only way is to use the life-saving sword talisman left by my junior uncle."

Just when Senior Brother Fan was about to throw out the sword talisman, a figure fell from the sky.

The visitor has a pair of red fire wings on his back, and his body shape is like fire wings chasing the wind. Without him, it was Xu Yang who happened to be passing by nearby and was attracted by the atmosphere of fighting here.

A long time ago, Xu Yang had a fight with the Qingshui people, and he also understood the Qingshui people's spiritual power fluctuations. Qingshui Ren is an evil cultivator on the list of evil cultivators in Zhongyuan Continent. If this person takes action, most decent people will suffer.

Drawing a sword to help when there is an injustice on the road is the chivalrous style that Xu Yang admires. Moreover, all the major sects, including the Baotian Ghost Sect, encourage their disciples to kill anyone who is on the Zhongyuan Continent’s Evil Cultivator List. Therefore, when Xu Yang found traces of people from Qingshui nearby, he rushed over immediately.

Xu Yang saw Qingshui Man offering his sword array, and the two Taoists opposite were in danger.

Without saying a word, he curled his fire wings behind his back, stepped on the wind and fire, faced Qingshui Ren's sword formation move, and punched out.

"The flame spirit breaks through the golden crow's flowing fire!"

The fist wind condensed, and a fire-breathing golden crow that was dozens of feet in size suddenly appeared.

The fire bird was transformed by the power of the flame spirit of the three-legged Golden Crow Buddha, and it also contained Xu Yang's own unparalleled cultivation. Not long ago, after Xu Yang obtained the power of creation from the Buddha's relics, the Golden Crow Flame Spirit was completely activated. Coupled with the newly generated Buddha's spiritual veins in his body, the power of the Golden Crow Flame Spirit exerting Buddhist attributes at this time was unparalleled. And words.

Although it was just a punch of flame spirit, it was like setting up a flying fire killing array.

In an instant, golden light scorched the eyes, flying fire flowed like streams, and thousands of Sanskrit fonts continued to flow on the surface of the Golden Crow. The powerful Buddhist power of correction shone between heaven and earth like a bright sun.

"Boom boom boom!"

Qingshui Ren's sword formation move collided with Xu Yang's punch in the high air.

Flying fire, sword flow, and strong wind.

Calcined, cut, exploded.

The two were only in a stalemate for a moment before Nuo Da's sword formation was engulfed by the Golden Crow's flowing fire.

Seeing this, Qingshui Ren's eyes almost fell out. His move was broken, and blood was pouring from his chest. He quickly shouted: "Brother Blood Monk, help me."

The blood-colored monk not far away had a flash of blood in his eyes, and he used the blood escape technique. The blood mist rolled on his body, turning into a blood shadow and blocking the Qingshui people.

The blood monk lowered his head and placed the hardest gilded incense burner on his head in front of him, as if he were pushing an ox. He opened his hands, fearless of death, and had to resist the residual power of Xu Yang's punch.

At the same time, the man in Qingshui randomly took out a large handful of yellow paper talismans and threw them in front of him. Those yellow paper talismans were like frightened yellow birds, flying around for a while, connected by electric arcs, and hastily formed a small Taoist talisman array.

Without stopping for a moment, Qingshui Ren bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed on the Taoist formation on the opposite side.

Astonishingly, on the Dao Talisman Formation, the blood light kept flickering, and under the blessing of the power of the Talisman Formation, a phantom of a blood cow appeared. The blood cow's back was like a hill, and it had two horns on its head. On its head, blood-colored Taoist symbols were flowing continuously. Its powerful defensive power was self-evident.

High in the sky, the remaining power of the fist move, Golden Crow and Flowing Fire, arrived as expected.

boom! boom! With two consecutive explosions, the Golden Crow's fire hit the Blood Monk and Blood Ox Dao Talisman formations.

The flowing fire is flying, and the black and yellow colors are shaking.

The fire of the Golden Crow swallowed up the Blood Monk and the Blood Ox Dao Array like a mythical beast from the Sun Palace, burning them violently.

This is no ordinary flame. The power of the flame spirit in it is inherited from the true fire of the sun. It is one of the best existences among the flame spirits. Not to mention calcining other objects, even ordinary flames will be swallowed and calcined by it.

Qingshui Ren took the opportunity to fly out upside down, but his figure was still lifted up by the fire wave airflow generated by the explosion.

He hugged his body as tightly as a ball and flew twenty feet away.

After landing, he barely stood firm. He made a move with one hand, and the Dao sword he threw before returned to his hand with a whine. The originally blue sword edge was dull, and the restrictions engraved on it were almost destroyed.

At this time, the tile-red Taoist crown on the Qingshui man's head was also crooked, half of the goatee on his chin was burned off, and holes were burned on the wide Taoist sleeves, like a defeated rooster.

The blood monk collided head-on with Xu Yang's punch, and was thrown down as hard as a cannon being ejected from the barrel.

With a bang, not far behind the man who fell on Qingshui, a pit of several feet in size was made on the ground.

At this time, the blood monk's eyes were dim, his head was facing backward, his neck was crooked, and his hands and feet were bent at angles that the human body could not make. The gilt incense burner above his head was burned into dark red by the power of the flames, emitting black smoke. The five internal organs in the body were displaced and the bones were shattered in more than a hundred places.

Motionless, like a dead man, maybe he is a dead man.

awful!

How miserable!

Really miserable!

The man in Qingshui turned his head to look at Monk Xue, with a look of pity in his eyes. He recalled in his mind the beautiful scene of holding hands with Monk Xue. Tears suddenly filled his eyes, and he curled up the corner of his mouth and said in a trembling voice: " Brother Blood Monk, are you okay?"

As he spoke, he made secrets with both hands, and a series of spiritual lights shot out from the air, landing on the key acupoints on the blood monk's body.

Click, click, click.

The bones of the Blood Monk's body creaked, like a puppet whose head and limbs had been misplaced and then corrected again by brute force.

His body was indeed refined by the people of Qingshui using spells and the secret techniques of the corpse exorcism sect. Although his internal organs were seriously injured and his bones were broken, he recovered quickly in a very short period of time. The powerful resilience is truly astonishing.

People are extremely puppets, and they are worthy of their name.

The blood monk stretched out his hands, twisted his head back and forth, put it in the most upright position, and then said blankly: "I'm fine."

"Brother Blood Monk." Qingshui Man shouted and rushed over, holding the Blood Monk's hand.

Seeing that the blood monk was recovering from all his injuries, Qingshui Ren wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes with his sleeve, and his sadness turned into joy, and he murmured: "You are indeed my good brother."

Qingshui Ren secretly glanced at Xu Yang opposite, and cursed in a low voice: "This Xu Yang and that Liu Haiyu are both evil stars that cannot be messed with. And every time they see them, they are more terrifying than the last time."

Thinking in his mind, the figure of Qing Shui Shui jumped up and sat on the shoulders of the blood monk.

He slapped his butt and said hurriedly: "Brother Blood Monk, let's go."

Blood mist rolled over the blood monk's body. Wrapped in a cloud of blood mist, the two of them used the blood escape technique and fled in panic without looking back. The speed was so fast, as if he was not injured, just a few jumps, and he was dozens of feet away.

Rule 10 of the Law of Evil Cultivation: If you can’t fight, run away.

When Xu Yang saw Qingshui Man running away, he had no intention of chasing him. After all, he still had to rush to Hongshiya. The fire wings behind him gathered together, stabilized his figure, and came to the side of the two Taoists.

At this time, a black light swirled on Xu Yang's shoulder, and the demon dragon Ming Lin appeared. It looked at the disappearing figure of the Qingshui people on the opposite side and said with a dissatisfied expression: "This one just dispersed after warming up. It's really disappointing."

After saying that, Ming Lin turned around and saw Fan and Cai looking at it with wide eyes. So he said with disdain: "What are you looking at? Do you want to fight?"

The third rule of the rivers and lakes is to never make eye contact with thugs. Otherwise, a fight will ensue.

Junior Brother Cai suddenly felt very humiliated. Just now, the evil cultivator from Qingshui was beaten to the point where he was almost unable to fight back, and now he was yelled at by an inexplicable little demon dragon, and ten thousand long-legged sheep ran through his heart.

Are the elite disciples of my Daqinglian Dojo so incompetent? Where is the face? I couldn't help it, so I just wanted to say, "Look at you."

However, Senior Brother Fan on the side snatched the words and said: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for helping me. Your Excellency is such a talented person, even the spiritual pet dragon next to you is so domineering. I wonder what sect he belongs to?"

Xu Yang glanced at Ming Lin on his shoulder.

Ming Lin immediately made a whistle and looked into the distance with blurred eyes, as if he had not said anything. To Xu Yang, Ming Lin still showed a very submissive look. After all, it is now Xu Yang's parasitic spiritual pet, and it must rely on the power of Xu Yang's blood soul to survive. The stronger Xu Yang is, the faster his body can recover.

At present, Ming Lin is still far from the strength of the real ancient demon dragon when it was at its peak.

"I belong to the Ghost Sect Xu Yang." Xu Yang slightly cupped his fists and said.

The two Taoists Fan and Cai across from each other looked at each other with solemn expressions.

"It turns out that I am a disciple of the Tiangui Sect. I am Fan Chao of Qinglian Dojo, and I am with my junior brother Cai Bin." Senior Brother Fan said.

"You scared away the two evil cultivators just now, otherwise my two brothers would definitely cut off their heads." Junior Brother Cai mustered up the courage to brag.

In the northern region of the Zhongyuan Continent, the Taoist lineage headed by Qinglian Dojo adheres to the principle of Taoism and nature, and takes subjugating demons and catching ghosts as their own duty. However, the Gui Sect, headed by the Tian Gui Sect, admires the power of ghosts and gods. In the eyes of the Taoist disciples, the Ghost Sect disciples are just crooked sects who pretend to be gods and ghosts. Although large-scale ghost sects such as Tiangui Sect are also classified as prestigious sects, Taoist disciples are still unwilling to deal with ghost sect disciples, and they also dislike each other.

Xu Yang smiled slightly and disagreed. Naturally, he knew in his heart the gap between Dao Sect disciples and Ghost Sect disciples. Just like when he and Liu Haiyu first met, Liu Haiyu was also very resistant to Xu Yang.

"It turns out he is a disciple of Zhenlian Dojo. I am disrespectful." Xu Yang originally wanted to say that he knew Liu Haiyu, but on second thought, it was better not to cause any trouble to Liu Haiyu. If people in the Qinglian Dojo knew that Liu Haiyu was a good friend with a disciple of the Ghost Sect, people would gossip about him.

Seeing that there was no danger around him, Senior Brother Fan quietly put the sword talisman he had taken out before back into his pocket.

"It is said that in this Green Fire Demon Realm, there are many battlefield ruins from thousands of years ago. The two of us just came to this Blue Fire Demon Realm to hunt for treasures. Presumably Fellow Daoist Xu has the same purpose." Senior Brother Fan said.

"Exactly." Xu Yang said simply.

"In this case, we won't delay Fellow Daoist Xu's treasure hunt, so let's just say goodbye." Senior Brother Fan cupped his fists slightly and said.

Xu Yang cupped his fists and returned the greeting: "Please do it."

Fan and Cai figured out the direction and left in a hurry.

Xu Yang stood there, looking at the retreating figures of Fan and Cai, thoughtfully.

I couldn't help but recall that the journey into the Green Fire Demon Realm was always accompanied by danger. First, he had an enmity with the Three Snake Taoists in the Black Rock Basin. He also met the Three Vajra Sons in the Jinsha Gobi. After turning enemies into friends, the two cooperated to enter the Five Buddha Vajra Formation, which was even more dangerous.

Xu Yang reached out with one hand, and a flame flew above his fingertips. As soon as the fire light faded, the beautiful fire girl A'Zhu appeared.

"Those two people just now were really ignorant. If you hadn't taken action, I'm afraid they would have become ghosts under Qingshui Ren's sword." A'Zhu said.

"As more and more people enter the Blue Fire Demon Realm to search for battlefield relics and treasures, merciless killings are inevitable. This Blue Fire Demon Realm is a place of treasures rather than a place of killing. The people of Qingshui are It's someone from the Shadow Organization. It seems that the Shadow Organization has already taken action."

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As Xu Yang said, many killing scenes have been staged in the Green Fire Demon Realm at this time. Treasure hunters from all sides began to fight over the discovered relics and treasures.

Especially with the help of the shadow organization, the Green Fire Demon Realm has become a killing place.