Netherworld Immortal

Xu Yang went out of Wuming Gufang City alone, found an uninhabited path, used the escape method, the soles of his feet were always hanging half an inch in the air, every time he took a seemingly easy step, his figure would float forward more than ten feet, and he walked towards the Go in the direction of the glazed fire path.

Half an hour later, the sky in the direction of the glass fire path can be seen from a distance like a piece of red-hot glass, revealing mystery and temptation.

There was a flat place under Xu Yang's feet, and there were pebbles of different sizes everywhere on the ground, like a dry river.

At this moment, he deliberately stopped, and said in a loud voice: "The great monk who is following me has not yet shown up, and has been following me for such a long distance, isn't he just dropping by?"

After the words fell, Xu Yang was ten feet away, behind a big tree that was as thick as a person, and there was nothing at first.

Suddenly, a circle of pale silver light and shadow flashed behind the tree, and when the light and shadow converged, it seemed that there was a human figure in it.

"Hahaha."

A few loud laughs echoed abruptly, and when the laughter fell, Monk Zihuan in a bright red cassock came out from behind the big tree.

"Young master, we met again after the auction. Seeing that your cultivation is only in the realm of true alchemy, but your spiritual sense is very strong, I clearly used the secret technique of concealing body skills just now, but you still saw through it. I don't know where you are. The son of a comprehension family? My monk Zihuan likes to make friends with people who hide the truth?" Monk Zihuan asked with a fake smile on his face.But he secretly murmured in his heart, this kid spends a lot of money at the auction, he will definitely not be an ordinary casual cultivator, maybe he is a child of a great cultivator family, and it is unknown whether there are other powerful helpers behind him.If it weren't for the fear of this, I would have jumped out to attack the monk a long time ago.

Xu Yang turned around, with his hands on his back, his posture like a pine tree, and his light green clothes were neat and neat. Facing Monk Zihuan, he said loudly, "Great Monk, it really is you. I am an unknown casual cultivator. You are chasing after me so hard that you really want to be friends with me. I think you are looking for an opportunity to snatch the green sandalwood Buddha beads in my hand, right?" The words were straightforward, open and aboveboard, without the slightest timidity, revealing a strong self-confidence.

Seeing Xu Yang's posture, Monk Zihuan raised his thick eyebrows, his bald head couldn't help looking around, and at the same time dispersed his consciousness, he thought to himself: "Xu Mingming is the only one in the surrounding area, is it because this kid is putting on airs? I, Zihuan The monk has been cultivating for many years, and he has never seen anyone before. He wants to scare me, boy, you are too young."

Monk Zihuan twitched the corners of his mouth, raised two thick eyebrows on his eyes suddenly, his face darkened, and he said sharply: "The green sandalwood Buddha beads are originally from the Buddhist sect, how could you, a kid with unknown origin, just want to possess them?" , only me, a Buddhist disciple, can wear it."

Monk Zihuan said, turning his left palm.

A palm wind blew up, and the tall tree that was used to hide his figure before was smashed to pieces with a bang, down to the root.

"How? If you are sensible, then obediently hand over the green sandalwood Buddha beads. What's more, you alone want to break into the glazed fire path. Do you know the power of the magic fire in the fire path? Anyone who is burned by the magic fire will be refined. Burn to death. In contrast, it is a blessing that you died at the hands of my monk Zihuan."

Xu Yang smiled slightly, and said disdainfully: "I, Xu Xiaoxian, hate three kinds of people the most in my life, one is a fake monk with a shaved head, the other is a madman who opens his mouth to kill others, and the last one is just casually destroying flowers, plants and trees." I am very angry now, and I am going to throw you, an arrogant fake monk who doesn't know how to cherish flowers and trees, into the glazed fire path, how can you still be so arrogant?"

When Monk Zihuan heard this, he was furious.

"You bastard, I will cut you into 100 yuan today, monk."

After saying that, Monk Zihuan flipped his wrist, and there was an extra Jiedao in his hand.On the blade, there is clearly engraved a fierce tiger ready to pounce, and the blade is shiny.Visible to the naked eye, wisps of murderous aura leaked out from the blade, like a tiger baring its fangs, the chill was overwhelming.

Afterwards, the monk Zihuan pointed at Xu Yang who was facing him with the tip of his knife, and he could not help but touch the ground with his toes. Behind him, the red cassock flew like a fire, like an angry red-feathered cockfighting cock. Xu Yang, who was running to the opposite side, hacked and killed him.

"Looking for death!" Monk Zihuan yelled.

"Swipe!" Then he slashed down with a knife.

The seemingly ordinary knife was clearly blessed with the powerful soul power of a cultivator in the Yuanhun Realm. Above the shadow of the knife, there was a light shadow of a fierce tiger about the size of Zhang Xu. run away.

Seeing this, Xu Yang didn't show any signs of panic. His left hand was still behind his back, his right arm was stretched forward, and he was clenching his fingers into a fist.

In the space of his purple mansion, the small ball transformed from the main body of the ghost scale, with black scales on the surface, trembled suddenly.On the surface of the ball, those black scales that were originally smooth and creeping, stood up one by one.With a jump, it turned into a chi-long black-scaled flood dragon, with black eyes, black horns, and black teeth... The power of the dark scales was crazily poured into the meridians.

The next moment, on Xu Yang's single fist, a black spiritual fire suddenly rolled out, and it took the shape of a dragon in the blink of an eye, accompanied by the sound of dragon roaring.And on the surface of his fist, three pitch-black and oily scales grew out of thin air.

Without stopping for a moment, Xu Yang's right fist moved towards the blade that was coming from the opposite side to meet it.

Fist out, dragon chant, piercing through the air.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, the moves collided, the power of the dragon and the tiger bit each other, and the winner was determined in the next instant.

Monk Zihuan slashed out the blade of the violent tiger, like a sick cat, let out a whine, the wind of the blade swirled back, and the original tiger shape was instantly torn to pieces.

Swell!Swell!There were two solid muffled sounds in succession.

The backlash of the sword force and the power of the underworld fire fist fell on the chest of Zihuan monk successively, like a heavy hammer hitting continuously.The tall and tall monk Zihuan seemed to be thrown ten feet away like a dilapidated flag thrown into the sky.

"boom!"

When it landed, a half-person-deep pit was smashed on the ground.

At this time, Monk Zihuan, the tiger-shaped Jiedao had fallen aside, and the tiger's mouth was torn on the palm of the right hand holding the knife, and blood flowed out.

"It hurts!" At this moment, the first thought in Monk Zihuan's mind.

The corners of his mouth were stained red, three of his ribs were broken, the true energy in his body collapsed like catkins, and his soul was shaking non-stop.

Monk Zihuan shook his bald head, trying to wake himself up.He propped himself on the ground with one hand and got up from the ground.Then he turned his fingers into fingers and tapped his chest a few times, sealing the fracture and pain of flesh and blood.

He looked at Xu Yang who was facing him in surprise, and thought to himself: "Is this person's cultivation at the real alchemy level? If I hadn't practiced the Buddhist body refining technique, and my physical body was comparable to copper and iron, this punch would I'm afraid I'm already broken to pieces. Monk Suanben underestimated you, but I, Monk Zihuan, am not a vegetarian either."

Although he suffered a loss with one move, Monk Zihuan didn't have the slightest intention of retreating. He quickly formed tiger-head-shaped handprints with his hands, and silently recited obscure Sanskrit code words.

In the space of Zifu in his body, sitting cross-legged, there is a pale silver Nascent Soul about an inch in size, whose appearance is the same as that of Monk Zihuan himself.At this time, the silver Nascent Soul already had an angry expression on his face, especially the two thick eyebrows on his brows, which stood upright like blades.A pair of small hands also formed a tiger-head-shaped handprint, and the small mouth opened and closed, chanting in sync with Monk Zihuan's body.

"Buzz!"

A strong gust of wind suddenly rose from Monk Zihuan's body, and the red cassock behind him fluttered like a ball.Visible to the naked eye, a series of snake-like silver runes are running up and down around his body, and the soul power aura emitted is increasing steadily.

Kaka, Kaka.There was a sound of bones, and Monk Zihuan's broken ribs and torn muscles healed quickly under the secret technique, and he was much thicker than before, and his whole body was faintly half a head taller than before.

Suddenly, a phantom of a ten-foot-sized silver tiger appeared behind him.

"what!"

Monk Zihuan raised his head to the sky and let out a loud roar, like an enraged forest beast king, circles of light silver soul power quickly spread out around his feet, like a powerful soul domain only for monks in the primordial soul realm.

In an instant, wisps of strong wind rolled back, and on the ground, it seemed that there were sharp claws of ferocious beasts, and deep marks were drawn by the spiritual pressure.

The next moment, Monk Zihuan's body was shrouded in the light and shadow of a ten-foot-sized fierce tiger. He jumped up high, clenched his fists tightly, and slammed down on Xu Yang's place like biting tiger teeth. .

"Soul Skill - Huya Zen Kill!"

Seeing the other party displaying a powerful soul skill, Xu Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, checked his spiritual sense, and had an estimate of what Monk Zihuan could do.

"It turns out that this great monk is actually a body cultivator. The tiger-like power he conjures has quite a Buddhist foundation, and his power cannot be underestimated."

With a judgment, Xu Yang's consciousness moved, and the shell of the red blood pill, one of the three true pills in the space of Zifu, melted rapidly, and the powerful beacon power poured into the meridians of the whole body like a torrent.

Immediately, circles of red flames swayed from Xu Yang's feet. In the red flames, war horses neighed, battle flags fluttered, war songs resounded, and the beacon field reappeared.

At the same time, Xu Yang stretched out his left hand, which was always carried behind his back, and used his Spirit Dolphin Brain Splitting Technique to activate the sixth stage of the Underworld Fire Art and the Red Blood Soul Refining Art at the same time.

A red dragon about the size of a foot emerged from the apex of Xu Yang's heart, and the powerful force of red blood instantly filled the bones and muscles of his whole body.Red stars flashed on the surface of every bone and muscle in his body, and his powerful physical strength was comparable to that of a red-blooded beast.

The sixth stage of the Underworld Fire Art is running at high speed, and the power of the underworld scale in the body is fully activated.

"Hey, my master, this is the style I like, Ming Lin." The sound transmission of the monster Ming Lin came from Xu Yang's ear.

Under the blessing of the power of the dark scales, there was a fingernail-sized, black crystal-like scale in the middle of Xu Yang's forehead, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a half-monster.

The ghost scale was originally an ancient mutated dragon beast, which can be called the pinnacle of monsters. The power to demonize the ghost scale requires a strong physical strength to bear.Therefore, Xu Yang first strengthened his body with the red blood soul refining technique, so that he could bear the powerful burden brought by this technique.

Without stopping for a moment, Xu Yang clasped his hands tightly into a hammer, tapped his toes to the ground, and leaped high like a flying dragon in the sky.

"Ghost Scale Transformation—Fist of the Monster Form!"

Above the two fists, the wind of the fist creaked, and in the rapid circle, it quickly condensed into the appearance of a dragon beast.

A dragon chant resounded, resounding between heaven and earth.

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