Netherworld Immortal

Devil's Graveyard.

On the altar, the little monk Jinyu closed his eyes tightly.

He not only closed his eyes, but also closed his other four and sixth senses.

There were tears in the corners of his eyes, and there was a smile in the corners of his mouth.

His tears, cry the misery of the common people.

His smile is happy that there are Tathagatas in this world.

According to the Tathagata Sutra, all actions are impermanent, those who live must have their end, and those who are not born will never die. This extinction is the most joyful.

The golden jade monk entered a special state of dozing off, with his white clothes drooping around him, he was the only white spot in this vast dark world.

The little golden jade monk is very talented, and he can speed up his cultivation in a state of dozing.

He wants to use this limited time to further improve his skills.Unleash the strongest counterattack when the magic energy enters the body to the limit.

......

Beside the little monk Jin Yu, Thousand Faces Ghost thought that he would have more time to face his senior brother soon, and became more energetic.

On the Dharma altar, he kept circling around the golden and jade monk, and from time to time put out various split horses and various lower waists, like a snake dancing.

It was originally a standard ghost performance, but the exaggerated movements of the thousand-faced ghost vividly interpreted the beauty of a solo dancer.

That's right, he wanted to show his senior brother all this, so he couldn't be careless.

The guards outside the altar really opened their eyes.

"Master Shadow Right Envoy, is this a practice? Or is it a dance?"

"My dear mother, his figure is really softer than all the girls I have seen."

"It seems that you have seen many girls? If you want me to say, this is real kung fu."

"Master Shadow Right is probably practicing Soft Snake Kung Fu. Look at the way he lowered his waist in the opposite direction just now, and the tip of his nose is attached to his own thigh."

"If Xiaocui has half the soft figure of Master Shadow Right, I will sell my blood and go back to the village to marry her immediately."

"Hey, if Xiaocui is like this, you probably don't have enough kidneys. Would you like me to help you?"

"Pooh!"

After a long while, the thousand-faced ghost on the altar stopped.

Qianmiangui tidied up his long skirt, put away the Qisha ghost banner, stared blankly at the sky, and murmured: "Brother, do you like the way I look just now? In the days to come, I can make the most beautiful I've shown you a lot of myself."

"Shadow Right Envoy, continue your spellcasting, don't be in a daze." The purple-robed man transmitted his voice, but it sounded like thunder to the Thousand-faced Ghost's ears.

The thousand-faced ghost was trembling all over, and he quickly replied through voice transmission: "I am telling you, Lord Demon Lord, that this subordinate is carefully deliberating every next step in his heart. This is a momentous moment, and no mistakes can be tolerated."

"..." The purple-robed man didn't respond, but just watched quietly.

The thousand-faced ghost returned his attention to the altar, and he looked at the golden and jade monk in the middle of the altar, thinking quickly in his mind.

"In order for these demon soldiers to regain their strength, it is necessary to infuse the purest demon spirit power. And the purest demon spirit land in the entire Western Regions is the Demon Blood Peak. If you want to bring such a huge demon To use the power of the spirit, the golden jade monk is needed as a matchmaker. But the Devil's Blood Peak is too far away from here, and this temporary altar is not enough to summon the devil at such a distance. The only way is to use the huge The magic circle as a springboard."

Qianmiangui took out an amethyst ball the size of a fist with both hands.

In the amethyst ball, there is a purple lion statue with a first-born one-horned figure, and traces of purple arcs overflow from its surface.

"With this magic crystal ball bestowed by Lord Demon Master, you can perform spiritism."

The thousand-faced ghost raised the amethyst ball with both hands, and shouted: "Purple lion, purple blood, amethyst, purple devil, primordial demon power, psychic summoning..."

The amethyst ball flew up from the hands of the Thousand Faced Ghost and hovered high above the altar.

After being infused with devilish energy, the thousand-faced ghost also learned a set of magic skills from the devil master of the Western Regions.

He used magic skills to continuously bless one after another formulas on the amethyst ball in midair.

The restriction on the amethyst ball was instantly activated, and immediately the purple clouds were released, and a hundred-foot-tall purple lion dharma form gradually took shape in the tumbling purple clouds.

The roar of the Baizhang purple lion's dharma shook the sky.

Ow—

The sound spread to the Demon Blood Peak eight hundred miles away.

The resonance of the devil's blood.

The Devil's Blood Peak suddenly shook, and pieces of rocks on the surface of the mountain collapsed and peeled off, and a purple liquid flowed from the cracks of the rocks, emitting a bloody smell.

In an instant, the powerful power of the demon spirit gathered from the Demon Blood Peak.

The soaring purple whirled and twisted together, soaring into the sky, exploding a huge magic whirl in the sky.

At the same time, at the altar eight hundred miles away.

Rumble, rumble.

The huge magic spinner above the altar sped up as if being induced.

A wave of purple electricity popped out from the surface of the magic spin.

boom!

There was a thunderbolt, and a purple beam of light erupted from the center of the magic circle.

Like a magic spear falling straight from the sky, the hundred-foot-high purple lion dharma image in mid-air shattered, and the amethyst ball turned into flying ash when it touched the purple beam of light.

The purple beam of light that was as thick as a millstone didn't stop, it fell down in a hurry, but it just landed in the middle of the altar, hitting the body of the golden and jade monk.

The purple beam of light simultaneously brought about a huge wind and a shock wave visible to the naked eye.

The three-foot-high altar shook violently, and the layers of defensive restrictions on it collapsed. A corner of the altar collapsed, and the surface was covered with torn marks.

This powerful instantaneous force overturned the thousand-faced ghost who was doing it to the ground.He rolled more than a dozen circles, twisted his soft body at an exaggerated angle, hooked the edge of the altar with his toes, and managed not to fall off.

The makeup on Thousand Faces Ghost's face was smeared, the shark tooth earrings fell off, the plain dress was torn open, and obvious bloodstains were drawn on the exposed big white legs.

"Oops," Thousand Faced Ghost was hurting from the fall, "I fell to death."

The violent shaking took a while to pass.

The purple beam of light that descended from the sky continuously poured demon spirits into the golden jade monk's body, making whirring sounds.

The thousand-faced ghost held his head, and then got up.When he saw his messy skirt, he immediately panicked, and then quickly took out a bronze mirror to shine on his face.

In the bronze mirror, one of the false eyebrows attached to Qianmiangui's brow bone fell off, and the other half drooped.One eye was swollen and the other sunken.Two streams of blood came out of his nostrils, and the blood mixed with the thick powder on his face became a quagmire.

"Oops!" Seeing himself in the mirror, the thousand-faced ghost screamed, smashing the bronze mirror, shaking his body and almost fainting.

"My ugly appearance cannot be seen by my dearest brother."

He quickly grabbed the Qisha Ghost Banner that fell aside, and then shook it vigorously.

The ghost streamer spit out a cloud of black mist to wrap the thousand-faced ghost, and then quickly dispersed.The Thousand-Mask Ghost's body disappeared and turned into the unremarkable Zhang San with a pair of small soybean-like eyes.

Zhang San patted his face with his hands, worried: "Senior brother, didn't you see my ugly appearance just now?"

Zhang San looked up at the sky, and the purple beams of light falling from the magic circle were clearly the purest power of demon spirits, all of which fell on the body of the golden and jade monk.

"Fortunately, the psychic spell was successful." Zhang San rejoiced secretly.

Master Qingshui, who was protecting the Dharma at the side of the altar, had already hidden behind the blood monk.

Master Qingshui had rehearsed this ceremony with the Thousand Faced Ghost before, and he knew in advance that the Heavenly Demon God Thunder would come down.It's just that he didn't expect that Lei was really ruthless enough, surpassing his understanding of Lei.

When the scene became quiet, Master Qing Shui poked his head from behind Monk Xue, "It was a big shock, it's over, it's over."

Master Qingshui walked around to the front and saw the blood monk with scars on the front and the broken cassock, and said heartbroken: "Oh, my best brother blood monk, I really wronged you. Look, your cassock is all broken. Tsk tsk, Your belly is exposed. Why is there a hole in the belly? The intestines have rolled out. When I go back and sew your belly, the cassock will be gone, and we will change into new ones."

As Master Qingshui said, he used his hands to squeeze back the bleeding monk's intestines, and then pasted a few yellow paper talismans to cover the wound.

The blood monk is a very human puppet, and he feels no pain.

"Brother Blood Monk, look how kind I am to you." Master Qing Shui patted Blood Monk on the shoulder with his hands.

The blood monk's eyes lit up, and he said dumbly, "You are so kind to me."

In fact, the blood monk himself can't speak, every word he said was borrowed from his stomach by Master Qingshui.

Yasha Cangyue, who was watching from the crowd, couldn't help but be shocked: "Spiritualism of this scale is really unprecedented. If the gold and jade monk's body had not absorbed most of the power, this hundred miles would have been razed to the ground by this thunder."

The purple-robed man stood where he was, motionless.

He looked up at the huge magic whirl in the sky, then set his eyes on the golden and jade monk on the altar, and whispered to himself: "Young monk, just work hard. Whether the one hundred thousand undead demon soldiers of the demon lord can be successful or not, the next step It's all up to you."

As for those Western Region soldiers who were in charge of guarding, they were frightened by the thunderbolt that fell from the sky, and some timid ones immediately peed on their pants.

But because of the purple-robed man standing there, no one dared to escape.

"My God! Was it thunder just now? This is Thor's anger."

"My land! My internal organs have been displaced."

"My man! If I die, how can I go back to the village and marry Xiaocui?"

......

On the altar.

The little monk Bai Jinyu still closed his eyes, as if the thunder just fell could not wake him up from his doze.

The incomparably powerful power of the demon spirit rushed into his body.

Most of them were directly absorbed by the Heavenly Demon Spear hovering in the space of the Purple Mansion.The Heavenly Demon Spear is like a greedy monster, devouring the demon spirits, emitting a great aura, illuminating the space of the Purple Mansion.

Due to the existence of the Heavenly Demon Spear, the Jinyu Little Monk's body did not receive much impact.The white jade cassock hangs down around her body without any trace of dirt.

The rest of the power of the demon spirit is constantly impacting the limbs and skeletons of the golden and jade monk.

A large number of purple magic lines gradually appeared on the body surface of the golden and jade monk, and there was a huge white lion dharma image condensed on his back.

The white lion method is like a thunderbolt, roaring in the purple beam of light.

This white lion amulet cannot be seen by others, only the Demon Lord of the Western Regions can see it.

"Which is the white lion figure behind the golden jade monk?" The purple-robed man narrowed his eyes, and his thoughts raced, "Could it be that the blood of the golden jade monk is the legendary white lion family that is parallel to the purple lion family I belong to?"

The purple-robed man's eyes showed a ruthless look, and he whispered to himself: "No matter who he is, this battle spirit plan has started, and there is no turning back. For the victory of the Western Regions, I will throw my own life to death on this altar. I don't hesitate."

......

After a whole day and night, the purple beam of light in the sky still didn't seem to stop.

And the power of the demon spirit gathered on the golden jade monk also reached a terrifying level.

Under the instruction of the purple-robed man, Zhang San, the thousand-faced ghost, activated the prohibition on the altar, drawing out the power of the demon spirit from the golden jade monk, and then injecting it into the devil's cemetery.

In the demon cemetery, the power of demon spirits is very useful for those resurrected demon soldiers.

Their crippled bones began to grow and recover, and then muscles.

Even the broken armor outside them was repaired under the power of the demon spirit.

In front of the first repaired magic soldier, a wave of magic energy rolled, revealing the body of the purple-robed man.

Without pausing, the purple-robed man slapped him with a palm.

boom!

The purple halo exploded, and the newly resurrected demon flew upside down, his body mutilated.

Horribly, the broken demon screamed, his broken body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then rushed towards the purple-robed man crazily.

Seeing this, the purple-robed man was not surprised but delighted, "It is indeed an undead demon."

Whoosh, Master Qingshui jumped over quickly, pasted a few talismans on the devil's body, and the angry devil stopped.

Master Qing Shui quickly said: "My lord, you are shocked. These guys are both demons and talisman soldiers."

As he said that, Master Qingshui offered a golden talisman with both hands, and said: "With this golden ancestral talisman, these devil talisman soldiers will only obey you, Lord Demon Lord."

"Hahaha," the purple-robed man laughed wildly, "this is very good! One hundred thousand battle spirits are one hundred thousand undead demon soldiers."

For the Soul of War project, everything seemed to be going very well.

But what made the purple-robed man anxious was that the speed of resurrecting the magic soldiers was not fast.

Similar to the prediction of Thousand Faced Ghost before, it will take three months for all [-] demon soldiers to be resurrected.

The golden and jade monk on the altar kept his eyes closed.

The massive demon power cast by the high-altitude magic spin, and the severe pain caused by forcibly infusing the body, is like a steel brush brushing bones.

But the golden jade monk remained motionless, allowing his body to gradually become demonized.

He kept silently saying in his heart, "Read the Tathagata scriptures, learn the meaning of the Tathagata, be a Tathagata, and do the Tathagata's deeds..."

He is waiting.