True Immortal of the Netherworld

A powerful enemy is ahead, and a battle between the two sides is imminent.

The six-gold monk activated his magic power, and a band of purple-gold light began to spin and spread out around his feet, accompanied by countless golden Sanskrit characters.

The golden belt spins, the golden talisman flies down, and the golden Buddha shines in the world.

The soul power has become substantial and transformed. The six-gold monk's physical attainments are indeed powerful. The golden monk's robes outside him flew like waves, and the powerful soul domain that a monk in the Heavenly Tribulation Realm should have spread out instantly.

As the Six-Gold Monk gathered the power of his soul, purple-gold runes appeared on the surface of his arms and fists, which were the "Vajra Demon-Conquering Magical Powers" that he was good at.

This magical power is a kind of overbearing Buddhist physical technique in which Buddhist formation talismans are engraved on the body using special physical training methods. After practicing to the highest tenth level, the entire physical body becomes an indestructible magic weapon, as if it is possessed by the Demon-Conquering King Kong.

Monk Liujin narrowed his eyes and immediately sent a message: "Let's start the war according to the attack strategy we just formulated!"

"Monk Liujin is here, let the remaining demons suffer death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the six-gold monk stepped on the purple-gold light, leaving only an afterimage on the spot and rushed forward.

When the three Demon Lords on the opposite side saw this, the one standing in the middle turned his head and said, "Brothers, let me, the Purple Blood Demon Lord, teach Monk Liujin, the number one cultivator of the Golden Buddha Temple, a lesson."

"That's good. Brother, you are known as the number one physical cultivator among the demons in the Western Regions. The battle between you two will definitely be a good show." A demon lord on the left said.

"Brother Purple Blood Demon Lord, you must kill the six-gold monk and let him know that in a head-to-head fight, we, the warriors of the Demon Clan in the Western Regions, will never lose to anyone. Every one of these thief monks from the Golden Buddha Temple Damn it." A demon lord on the right said.

The purple-robed man who calls himself the "Purple Blood Demon Lord" is full of demonic energy.

There were flying purple demonic auras emanating from his body. In Feijuan's Yuanmo aura, purple runes were twisting and shining, and their shapes were extremely huge.

Purple light is flying, purple talismans are flying, and purple blood is crazy.

The powerful demon blood field spread out, and wherever it passed, there was a frenzy of purple blood and rolling purple electricity, fully demonstrating the powerful level of a monk in the Heavenly Tribulation Realm.

As the power of the "Purple Blood Demon Lord" improved, purple magic lines appeared on his exposed arms, and the power of his physical body suddenly strengthened.

The Purple Blood Demon Lord shouted, "You bald thief from the Golden Buddha Temple, let me let you know how powerful my Western Region Demon Cultivation is."

The purple blood shadow rolled under the Purple Blood Demon Lord's feet, and he rushed out at once.

The next moment, in the void dozens of feet away, a ball of gold and a ball of purple appeared at the same time. They were the bodies of the Six Gold Monk and the Purple Blood Demon Lord.

Without stopping for a moment, Monk Liujin punched out.

Purple-gold spiritual power condensed on the surface of the fist he pounded out, and it looked like a golden storm, making a creaking sound as it rubbed against the void.

"Fist technique - King Kong Storm!"

Punch out!

The wind roars!

Just as Monk Liujin punched out, the Purple Blood Demon Lord also punched out.

On the surface of his fist, the color of purple blood rolled and solidified, and a huge purple lion's head appeared. The purple lion's head was solid and real, with an angry mouth and bloody teeth, as if it came from the devil's realm, causing the surrounding void to faintly collapse.

"Fist technique - Demonic Lion Roar!"

Punch out!

The lion roars!

The two fists clashed.

boom! If a thunderbolt explodes.

At the collision point, the void collapsed into a huge black hole, and immediately exploded a circle of strong wind visible to the naked eye, sweeping thousands of feet.

For a moment, the purple light and the golden light were intertwined, tearing apart purple and golden light spots, as if a catastrophe was coming.

After a moment, the two figures suddenly separated, and each stepped back a hundred feet away.

. In the middle of them, the endless wind and the collapsing void were left.

The six-gold monk looked at the purple-blooded demon opposite.

The Purple Blood Demon Lord looked at the Six Gold Monk opposite.

The eyes of the two were like invisible swords clashing in the void, filled with murderous intent.

"This Purple Blood Demon Lord's power is not inferior to mine. It's hard to imagine how powerful he would be if he hadn't been suppressed by the formation for thousands of years." Monk Liujin muttered in his heart.

"This six-gold monk is indeed the number one cultivator in the Golden Buddha Temple. There are few people in the world who can fight with me, the Purple Blood Demon Lord, without losing." The Purple Blood Demon Lord muttered in his heart.

The punch just now, although the two of them were just testing, used more than 60% of their strength. At this moment, the blood in their hearts turned into fighting spirit and had been ignited.

"Fight again!"

"Fight again!"

The two said in unison.

The two figures disappeared from the spot at the same time. In just a flash, a ball of gold and a ball of purple collided together again somewhere in the void.

The two figures follow each other like shadows, you retreat and I advance, you advance and I retreat, chasing each other.

Bang bang bang bang, bang bang bang bang.

The fists of both sides collided, causing circles of dazzling wind visible to the naked eye to explode.

Before the force of the previous punch was fully released, the two fists collided again in another part of the space. Because the speed was too fast, the fighting figures of the two left countless afterimages in the void.

One of them is the pinnacle of Buddhist physical cultivation, and the other is the pinnacle of demonic physical cultivation. For a time, it was hard to tell the winner.

Not long after, the two of them were throwing thousands of punches at each other.

boom!

The two of them each punched each other on the shoulder, and their bodies flew three hundred feet away. The clothes on each shoulder were torn, the flesh and blood were stained red, and the bones on the shoulders were broken.

But neither of them shouted a single word of pain, and even their expressions and demeanor were as usual.

"So strong."

"So strong."

The two of them agreed at the same time on the strength of the other's fist.

Both of them practiced extremely powerful physical training techniques. Their physical bodies were as strong as magic weapons. Ordinary swords could not hurt them at all, let alone the power of bare fists.

Monk Liujin's right hand turned into a sword finger and tapped his injured left shoulder a few times. Golden light flickered where the finger fell, and golden Sanskrit characters immediately appeared on the surface of the injured shoulder.

As soon as the magic power is activated, the powerful Vajra Demon Subduing Magical Power repairs the injury at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving no trace in the blink of an eye.

The Purple Blood Demon Lord opposite turned his head to look at the wound on his left shoulder. He pressed his right palm on his left shoulder, and a ball of purple blood rolled in his palm. When his palm was removed, the injured area was smooth as before.

The six-gold monk thought to himself: "I can't continue to be entangled with this purple-blooded demon, because the others may not be able to hold on and lose early. By then, I will be besieged by two or three demons at the same time. Don't say too much. If you hold on for a while, you can't even hope to escape. After all, this purple-blooded demon has been sealed for a thousand years, and his body is far from its peak. If I fight him with all my strength, I should be able to gain some advantages."

Having made his judgment, Monk Liujin clasped his hands together, and on his fingertips, golden Sanskrit characters about an inch in size kept jumping.

At the same time, more and more purple-gold light bands emanated from the body of the Six-Gold Monk. Buddhist runes began to appear on his exposed arms and face.

His entire body looked like a Buddhist magic weapon covered with talismans and inscriptions.

"Supernatural power - Demon-slaying and Vajra Transformation!"

Astonishingly, Monk Liujin's figure expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in an instant he became as big as a hundred feet.

A golden Buddhist Vajra stands between heaven and earth.

Seeing this, the Purple Blood Demon Lord opposite showed a little surprise in his eyes, "This is the real cultivation of the first body of the Golden Buddha Temple."

Strength? I, the Purple Blood Demon Lord, will never let this guy look down upon me. "

The Purple Blood Demon Lord quickly formed the seal with his hands, and on his fingertips, the purple blood runes were beating crazily.

Buzz!

The Purple Blood Demon Lord's body erupted with a powerful aura from the inside out, suddenly exploding, and the purple robe outside his body was torn to pieces.

"Supernatural power - Demon Blood King Kong!"

His figure also expanded rapidly, reaching hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye. It transformed into a demon-blooded King Kong with a naked upper body, a ferocious face, muscles as strong as a hill, and demon-blood runes covering its body.

"Hahaha." The hundred-foot-tall Purple Blood Demon Lord looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "Six-Gold Monk, is this your limit? It's not enough to defeat this Demon Lord. The body of this Demon Lord's Demon Blood King Kong will Blow you to pieces."

The sound was like rolling thunder, shaking the heaven and the earth.

The six-gold monk, who was also a hundred feet tall, said loudly: "Purple Blood Demon Lord, don't be arrogant. Let me send you to hell."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Liujin monk's 100-foot figure jumped forward, cupped his fists with both hands, and slammed them down.

"Fist-King Kong!"

He held his fists tightly and dropped them, like falling a golden mountain. Countless golden Sanskrit characters surged out from the surface of the fist. From a distance, they looked like a golden dragon covered with scales, so spectacular.

Almost at the same time, the purple-blooded demon king's 100-foot-long body also jumped forward, and he also clenched his fists and smashed them down.

"Fist technique - Blood Demon!"

On the surface of both fists, the power of demonic blood condensed, and the head of a one-horned blood demon suddenly appeared, vowing to swallow the sky.

The next moment, the extreme moves of the two after transformation collided in a place high in the sky.

Boom boom boom——

The bursting wind swept across hundreds of miles, and the violent sound was not known to be the roar of King Kong or the roar of the blood demon.

Where the two moves collided, a large "little sun" appeared. It's just that half of this little sun is the color of golden light, and the other half is the color of purple blood. Half of the void was dyed with golden light, and the other half was dyed with purple blood.

It took a long time before the power of the two moves was exhausted.

The two hundred-foot figures flew out upside down and landed thousands of feet away.

Their hundred-foot-long bodies returned to their original size at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although their transformation techniques are powerful, the consumption of the collision just brought an extremely powerful burden. Therefore, neither party can maintain the transformed state for a long time.

The Liujin monk's body swayed slightly before he stood firm. Waves of golden steam emitted from the surface of his exposed skin, and his aura became much more stable. He felt the hot blood boiling in his chest, and he quickly used his energy to suppress it. He was as strong as a six-gold monk, but he was also feeling sore all over at this moment.

The Purple Blood Demon Lord opposite raised one hand and wore a large purple robe outside his body. Although the wide brim of the purple robe covered his eyebrows, there was clearly a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his exposed mouth.

The two had just had an extreme one-move duel, and it seemed that the Six-Gold Monk had taken a slight advantage. But neither side suffered substantial damage, nor did they lose the ability to fight.

Monk Liujin frowned and thought quickly in his mind: "The current situation is troublesome. Even if I try my best, I can't defeat this guy. It seems that the battle between me and him will turn into a war of attrition. I don't know. Can Golden Bald Tutuo, Silver Bald Tutuo, and Xu Yang's group of four lay disciples be able to resist the other two demons?"

The Purple Blood Demon Lord did not want to give Monk Liujin any chance to breathe. His figure flashed, fell in the void a few times, and then rushed forward again.

"Monk Liujin, what are you thinking about? The battle between you and me hasn't been decided yet?"

The Purple Blood Demon Lord smashed down his fists with demon blood crazily, showing the arrogance and violence of the Demon Lord.

The six-gold monk had no time to think too much. He bit his silver teeth and waved his fists to meet the attack.

The two were fighting in the same place, and it was difficult to tell the winner.