Netherworld Immortal

Demonized Xu Yang took the lead in attacking.

Every time he took a step, a cloud of purple mist exploded, and his figure appeared a few feet away as if teleporting.

In just three steps, he came to the three-headed Demon Lord.

Demonized Xu Yang aimed at the opponent's chest, and punched out with both fists at the same time.

The surface of his pair of fists is clustered with purple fire, which is the change of the fire attribute after the power of the primordial demon is materialized.

Golden magic patterns flickered on the surface of his arms, like magic soldiers, and the muscle lines were full of edges and corners like rocks, and they were steaming hotly.

"Warcraft—Fire Hammer!"

The monster-like body, the pure physical technique, the strike force is more direct and crisp.

With the strength of the fist, the oppressed and distorted space around him made a piercing and tearing sound.

"It's just that I haven't seen it for more than a year. This Xu Yang's skill is not only in the Daoming Realm, but he is also so proficient in mastering the demonic body. The power he punched out with his fists is probably an ordinary cultivator in the virtual fairyland." It's hard to take over. It's even better than when I was young and competed for the position of Demon Lord of the Western Regions."

The three-headed demon judged Xu Yang's attack power, but his three heads showed contemptuous expressions. He shook his six arms and said arrogantly: "Boy Xu Yang, this demon master will deal with you with one hand. Enough, using one more finger counts as bullying you."

Facing Xu Yang's attack, the three-headed Demon Lord stretched out his arms and pushed his palms flat, which was also a tyrannical physical move.

A sandstorm seemed to rise on the surface of his arms, and the tyrannical physical skills directly granulated the overflowing soul power.

The ten fingers of his palms are as sharp as hooks, and there are strangely lion-like flesh pads on his palms.

A purple storm swirls on the surface of each palm, which is the change of the wind attribute after the power of the primordial demon is materialized.

The three-headed demon slapped out with both palms, and the surrounding space was twisted into a twist like a thin iron sheet being torn by a tornado.

Comparing the two, the three-headed Demon Venerable was much better than Xu Yang in controlling the demonized body.

"Warcraft—Storm!"

boom!

With a dull and solid sound, Xu Yang's fists were wrapped by the big palms of the three-headed Demon Lord.

The moment the spells collided, a wave of air exploded, causing the altar to shake violently.

Xu Yang's forward momentum stopped immediately, he only felt numb in his shoulders, as if he had bumped into a fairy wall, and his internal organs were trembling.

Next, what made Xu Yang terrified was that the palms sacrificed by the three-headed Demon Venerable actually contained a little power of the law of the wind attribute.

The fire demon power on Xu Yang's fist was instantly suppressed by the opponent's wind demon power.

This is where the cultivation base of the real imaginary fairyland is so strong. Even if it is a small amount of power of law, the change in soul power is a qualitative leap.

The gap between the two is like clouds and mud.

The wind demon roared, the fire demon turned off, billowing white smoke came out and then exploded.

Fortunately, Xu Yang's demonized body is solid enough, and his Golden Buddha Holy Body Sutra has been cultivated to the ninth level, and his whole body, including the bones of his arms, is blessed with the power of nine thousand golden mountains.

If it was an ordinary physical training, this blow was the result of smashing the fist together with the arm.

Even if Xu Yang barely resisted, the surface of his arm seemed to be poked by countless wind cones, with small blood holes, and the purple blood overflowing from the wound was directly shattered into blood mist.

"Fuck me, is this a game of rock-paper-scissors? This guy's palm just restrains my fist."

Xu Yang immediately understood his situation, as expected before, confronted head-on, and he was not yet the opponent of the three-headed Demon Lord.

"Xu Yang, you are much worse." The three-headed Demon Venerable said proudly.

However, Xu Yang's next performance was beyond the expectations of the three-headed Demon Lord.

Xu Yang does not retreat but advances!

He threw his body forward, wrapped his hands around the waist of the three-headed demon, and locked his ten fingers into a ring, tightly hugging the three-headed demon.

The three-headed Demon Lord was originally a thousand-year-old monster with outstanding intelligence and rich combat experience, so he immediately understood Xu Yang's intentions.

"This Xu Yang is not trying to compete head-on with me, but to restrict my actions. Next, it is likely that the golden and jade monk will destroy the altar or something. How cunning!"

The three-headed demon king tried to break free, but found that Xu Yang hugged him too tightly, with his face buried directly in his stomach.

His three heads suddenly showed anger, and his three mouths angrily reprimanded

.

"Xu Yang, your rogue style of play is simply an insult to the incomparably noble primordial blood."

"Xu Yang, you are courting death, kid."

"Smash its spine."

The three-headed Demon Lord waved his six arms, and slammed it down on Xu Yang's back like beating a drum.

dong dong dong, dong dong dong.

There were dozens of punches in an instant, and the strength of each punch was enough to easily smash a hill into powder.

Xu Yang's body kept shaking, his spine creaked, and the corners of his mouth were bright red, but he just shouted: "Jinyu little monk, what are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and sacrifice the magic weapon talisman!"

At that moment, the golden jade monk was stunned on the spot.

The battle plan of the two before was completely drawn up by Xu Yang.

The first step of the plan is for Xu Yang to attack first to attract the attention of the three-headed demon, and then the golden and jade monk will complete the arrangement of the magic weapon talismans and destroy the ghost way talismans on the [-] demon soldiers.

But what the little monk Jinyu saw was that Xu Yang rushed over and hugged the three-headed Demon Venerable tightly, allowing him to beat him.

"This? This? This? My friend, what is your style of play? Are you dying?" The little Jinyu monk screamed in his heart, but he couldn't speak at all.

The first thing Jinyu Xiaoseng thought of was to save Xu Yang in the past, otherwise he was really worried that Xu Yang would be hammered to death by the three-headed demon.

If the golden jade monk rushed to rescue Xu Yang immediately, it would not only mess up the battle plan they had agreed on before, but Xu Yang's beating would be in vain.

This time, the little monk who is as clever as gold and jade was also fooled.

The golden jade monk's eyes were full of moisture.

He was originally an optimistic person, and he believed that there was nothing in the world that he could not see clearly through his third dharma eye.

This time, his third method didn't understand Xu Yang's impulsive style of play, but he felt it in his heart and understood Xu Yang's determination to win.

Xu Yang, who was talking to the three-headed Demon Lord with a smile just now, was desperately fighting for his life at this moment.

"Xu Yang, this guy is serious, he is not human at all. Tathagata scriptures say, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell will go to hell. My friend, you are really Tathagata!" Jinyu little monk couldn't help but feel emotional.

"Quick! Jinyu little monk, did you hear what I said? Hurry up and sacrifice the magic weapon talisman."

Hearing Xu Yang shouting again, Jinyu little monk regained his energy and asked in his heart: "Xu Yang, you nasty guy, your battle plan didn't say you were going to fight for your life?"

"Ruthless——" Jinyu Xiaoseng shouted his layman's name, tears rushed out of his eyes, rushing like two rivers.

At the same time, the little golden jade monk held the Divine Weapon Talisman that Xu Yang gave him in both hands, making a palm sign.

He quickly confirmed in his mind the fluctuations in the soul power of those demon soldiers who obtained the power of demon spirits through their bodies.

"Their soul power fluctuations are 68 times per breath."

Between the palms of the golden and jade monk, there is the power of the demon, and the power fluctuates, 68 times per breath.

hum!The magic weapon is activated.

Without stopping for a moment, the golden and jade monk threw out the magic weapon talisman in his hand.

The magic weapon talisman rose against the wind, and turned into a size of Zhang Xu in a blink of an eye. The complicated inscriptions of the ghost way were engraved on its surface and flickered non-stop.

In the middle of the talisman is a big ghost with wings on its back.

boom!

The magic weapon talisman exploded, setting off endless ghostly winds.

"Ghost escape—Ghost Wind Nine Heavens!"

It was Ning Tianqi's famous stunt.

And the Ghost Wind Jiuchongtian sealed in this magic soldier talisman can be said to represent Ning Tianqi's ten-fold power.

In an instant.

The ghost wind howls, and all ghosts cry together, covering the sky and hell, shaking the nine heavens.

The spell exploded high in the air, but the soul power fluctuations emitted were exactly 68 times per breath.

As the ghost wind moved, [-] demon soldiers staggered to and fro, and the blood curse talismans embedded in their chests resonated with the ghost wind's nine-fold heavenly spell.

Puff puff, puff puff puff, puff puff puff puff.

The blood curse talismans on the chests of the [-] demon soldiers trembled and exploded, none of them survived.

The [-] demon soldiers who lost the control of the blood curse talisman suddenly became chaotic.

Every one of them went berserk.

The scary thing is, because they have no intelligence and no one controls them, they start killing each other randomly.

In the eyes of these demon soldiers and fighting spirits, it is him who destroys everything in front of them.

their instincts.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang.

Some heads fell off, some arms flew off, some thighs broke...

Thirty thousand demon soldiers were in chaos.

On the altar, the three-headed Demon Venerable saw this scene, and before he had time to hammer Xu Yang, he quickly took out the golden ancestral talisman Qingshui had given him.

He injected his soul power into the golden ancestral talisman, and the ancestral talisman lit up, emitting circles of golden light waves.

"The demon soldiers obey the order, the demon soldiers obey the order, stop for the demon master, and those who disobey the order will be ashamed!" The three-headed demon lord shouted anxiously while holding the golden ancestral talisman high.

Those demon soldiers are dead things, and they are not afraid of death at all.Moreover, the demon soldiers without the blood talisman restrictions were no longer talisman soldiers, and could not understand the orders from the three-headed Demon Venerable.

They continued to hack and kill each other, and the scene became more and more chaotic.

Although the injured demon soldiers can repair their bodies by themselves, the power of demon spirits on them is constantly being consumed.

Once you die more than a dozen times, the power of the demon spirit is exhausted, and you need to inject the spirit again to continue using it.

The three-headed demon yelled angrily: "What kind of shit ancestor talisman, why is it not working?"

In desperation, the three-headed Demon Lord continued to inject soul power into the golden ancestral talisman.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the ancestral talisman, which was overwhelmed, and it exploded with a bang, splashing a cloud of black blood onto the face of the three-headed Demon Lord, which was fishy and smelly.

Standing in the distance, Master Qingshui saw this scene and exclaimed: "This golden ancestral talisman is refined by the old Taoist with the blood soul essence of the blood monk. It took seven to 49 days. This is the only one." Without the golden ancestral talisman, no one can control these runaway demon soldiers."

Zhang San, a thousand-faced ghost, had a pair of small eyes rolling around, and his hands were tightly clutching the Qisha ghost banner, trembling involuntarily.

"The war spirit plan failed, Lord Demon Lord is in a bad mood. Who can I ask for my senior brother's ten-year lifespan? Xu Yang, Jinyu little monk, you two are too hateful, you are the most hateful evil cultivators."

Cang Yue in the night field saw the ghost wind suddenly, and immediately recognized Ning Tianqi's fame trick.

"Such a domineering Ghost Wind Nine Heavens, it seems that Brother Ning Tianqi's body has recovered. After much deliberation, only this Ghost Wind Nine Heavens can directly break the blood curse talismans on thirty thousand demon soldiers. Ning Tianqi Brother Tianqi, you are thousands of miles away from the Heavenly Ghost Sect, and you can actually figure out the situation here. Are you a human, or a ghost of the unknown? "

On the altar.

The three-headed Demon Lord was already furious, grinning his teeth, foaming at the mouth, and violently punched his six iron fists at Xu Yang again.

While beating him, he cursed: "Xu Yang, you scoundrel, you ruined the plan of this demon master's battle spirit. Even if this demon master kills you now, he will not be able to relieve the hatred in his heart."

When the fist hits, clusters of superimposed storms explode.

That is a storm fist with the power of the wind attribute law, sharper than a sword, and stronger than a hammer.

At this moment, Xu Yang was standing upright, being beaten fiercely by the three-headed Demon Lord one after another.

If he hadn't activated the Dolphin Brain Separation Technique and Yaobian Tianmu's state of mind blessing, trying to stay awake, he would have passed out.

His face was covered in blood, and his vision was blocked by the purple blood flowing from his head.

At this moment, the world in Xu Yang's eyes is stained with purple blood.

He vaguely saw that the golden and jade monk had successfully sacrificed the magic weapon talisman, and that ghost wind Jiu Chongtian successfully pulled out the blood curse talisman on the thirty thousand demon soldiers.

"Hey," Xu Yang, whose face was covered with blood, completely ignored the pain in his body, "My friend Jinyu, you did a great job."

But at this moment, Xu Yang didn't intend to let go, his arms wrapped tightly around the waist of the three-headed demon, as if growing on it.

Xu Yang knew in his heart that lifting the blood curse on the [-] demon soldiers and turning them from talisman soldiers into ordinary demon spirits was only the first step.

Next is the second step of the plan, which is the key to success or failure and must be completed.

But at this moment, the inner soul power fluctuations of the golden jade monk are completely connected with Xu Yang's inner soul power fluctuations.

A common voice sounded in their hearts: "Let's send one hundred thousand demon soldiers to the black hole in space together."

"Friend Xu Yang, the golden jade monk is here!"

The golden jade monk shouted, and his mighty demon body rushed over in a few strides.

Together with Xu Yang, he hugged the three-headed Demon Venerable tightly.