True Immortal of the Netherworld

The two hit it off immediately.

The man in Qingshui used the water-bending talisman, and stepped on the water-bending talisman under his feet. The water rippled on the ground, and he escaped like a flying boat in the river.

The blood monk with dull eyes followed closely beside Qingshui Man, with blood shadows rolling around his body, as if he had mastered the art of blood escape.

The Iron Corpse Madman threw away the two big feet, and every time he stepped out, he was several feet away, and he was not slow.

Halfway through, Qingshui Ren suddenly stopped his technique and stopped. The blood monk next to him also stopped.

The Iron Corpse Madman asked in confusion: "Old Master Qingshui, are you tired after running for just a while? Or have you changed your mind?"

"No," Qingshui Man's face turned serious, and he used the magic formula with one hand, "The few talisman soldiers I released before have been discovered and killed by those two monks. The last information I got is that those two monks The cultivation level of a monk is not inferior to yours or mine."

"Are you afraid? You shouldn't be. If it's two against two, we won't suffer." The Iron Corpse Madman tugged at his fingers, "If you add your puppet Blood Monk and the one I'm carrying behind me Iron Corpse. There are only four of us, and there are two on the opposite side, so we can fight."

"You're a tough guy, but you know how to count." After thinking for a while, Qingshui Ren continued: "However, those two monks just discovered my talisman soldiers, and they may have laid some traps in advance and are waiting for us to pass by. .Aren’t we going to suffer?”

Qingshui people looked back and forth first, and then secretly sent a message: "I think it's better for us to invite you into the urn. The terrain around here is very suitable for setting up a talisman array. I will arrange an array of talisman soldiers here, and you can lead them away." Come here. It would be best if we can attract one first, so that we can defeat them one by one."

"Brilliant." The Iron Corpse Madman nodded repeatedly while listening.

The man from Qingshui said: "Ten miles ahead, that's where the two monks are. But you have to be careful not to get entangled with them, just lure them here."

The Iron Corpse Madman said: "I know, you are so cunning."

With that said, the Iron Corpse Madman looked at the direction he was going and strode away.

Seeing the Iron Corpse Madman leaving, Qingshui Man turned to look at the Blood Monk beside him: "Brother Blood Monk, we can fight side by side in a while, do you agree? Hehehehe."

The blood monk responded: "Fight side by side, fresh blood souls, hey hey hey."

After that, Qingshuiren took the blood monk's hand and disappeared into the woods nearby to set up an array.

...

In a woodland within the Demon Subduing Territory.

Two great monks wearing golden Buddhist robes stood together.

One of the monks has a faint green leaf-shaped tattoo between his eyebrows, and the other monk has a flame-shaped tattoo between his eyebrows.

It was Monk Musen and Monk Chiyan from the Golden Clothes Hall of the Golden Buddha Temple.

Monk Musen said: "Brother Chiyan, you said that someone was plotting against us just now. The few talisman soldiers we destroyed are proof. But after the talisman soldiers are destroyed, will the guy hiding in the secret stop coming? ?”

Monk Chi Yan said: "The several talisman soldiers we killed before were not simple. Those who can control this level of talisman soldiers at such a distance should be at the Daoming realm. This time, since the opponent has released the talisman soldiers in advance to follow them, There is no doubt that we are the enemy. Let’s turn passive into active.”

Monk Musen said: "It makes sense."

Monk Chi Yan said: "For a while, you hide in the dark, a little far away from me, so as not to be discovered by the visitors. Don't come out without my greeting, so as not to scare away the visitors. If there are many opponents, , we won’t fight them, just retreat. If it’s one person, then I can lead it to your hiding place, and you and I can easily kill it. If there are two people, you can. It's better to intercept them suddenly and catch them off guard."

Monk Musen nodded and said: "When it comes to hiding in the forest, that's exactly what I'm good at."

As soon as he finished speaking, Monk Musen fled deep into the woods behind him.

Monk Musen used the Wood Escape Technique, and green light rolled around his body. The grass and trees in his path not only did not hinder him in the slightest, but became his assistance. He suddenly tapped the grass with his toes, and suddenly moved his body dexterously around the branches, speeding up. faster and faster.

Not long after, Monk Musen ran out for less than half a mile before stopping. He saw a towering ancient tree with a thick trunk in front of him, "Just hide it here."

He took out a red fire charm and rubbed it in his hands.

A flash of fire ignited, and after a moment, the fire symbol turned into ashes.

At the next moment, the eyes of Monk Chi Yan, who was still standing there, flashed with a flash of jumping flame.

Monk Chi Yan murmured: "Junior Brother Musen's hiding place is half a mile away."

Half a mile away, under the old tree.

Monk Musen said to himself: "With Senior Brother Chiyan's powerful fire attribute body, he can easily sense it from this distance."

The prepared monk Mu Sen kneaded the secret with one hand, with a green light jumping on his fingertips, and then pointed his sword at the center of his eyebrows.

The green leaf-like pattern between his eyebrows suddenly shone, and began to emit circles of emerald green light.

The emerald green light became more and more abundant and brighter, covering Monk Musen's entire body, and the aura emitted by his body became the same as that of the surrounding vegetation.

After doing all this, Monk Musen took a step forward without hesitation, and his body suddenly disappeared into the trunk of the tall ancient tree.

Green ripples flashed on the surface of the trunk of the tall ancient tree. When the green ripples disappeared, a small green leaf mark appeared on the surface of the bark.

"When it comes to the art of wood escape, if I, Mu Sen, are second in the entire Jin Yi Hall, no one can be ranked first. Hehe." Monk Benson's proud voice came from the tree trunk, and then became silent.

At this moment, a piece of rootless green suddenly fell from the crown of the ancient tree.

Swaying, silently.

...

"Let's see who releases the talisman soldiers. If it's Zihui, I, the monk Chi Yan, will save you for free."

Monk Chi Yan simply sat cross-legged on the tall smooth boulder again. He clasped his hands together, his eyes showed a clear color, and there was a trace of fire rising from the surface of his body. The physical condition is close to optimal.

"Dong-dong-dong, dong-dong-dong."

Not long after, there was a stampeding sound like a giant beast rushing from the ground in the distance.

Monk Chi Yan stood up from the boulder and looked towards the direction where the sound came from.

As far as he could see, he could see a figure in the distance running as fast as he could, running towards where Monk Chi Yan was.

Monk Chi Yan narrowed his eyes, and there seemed to be flames jumping in his pupils, and he saw clearly the figure of the person coming from a distance.

It was a strong man covered in an iron mask, carrying a huge iron coffin on his back.

Monk Chi Yan's eyes narrowed, and he clearly saw that one of the eyes of the strong man in the mask was the color of purple blood.

"It is really a purple disaster, and

And there is only one person. Judging from the fluctuations of spiritual power emitted, this person's cultivation should be at the first level of Daoming Realm. "Monk Chi Yan judged in his heart.

The Iron Corpse Madman took a few steps forward, and he discovered the existence of Monk Chi Yan. He stopped and thought in his mind: "Old Taoist Qingshui said there should be two monks here, but why is there only one? Could it be that one has left? Or is one hiding?"

The Iron Corpse Madman looked back and forth, exuding his consciousness, but found no one else's aura within a hundred feet.

He tugged his fingers and walked forward, calculating in his mind, "Judging from the aura of martial arts emitted by this monk, he should be at the first level of Daoming Realm like me. My martial arts has just been Not long after I broke through to the Daoming realm, I should be a little bit behind this monk on the basis of my realm. However, this monk's fresh and powerful blood soul is a great supplement for me at this moment. He is a human being, and I am also a human being. If I fight with him, I won’t suffer any loss.”

The Iron Corpse Madman couldn't restrain his excitement and walked forward quickly. But just a dozen feet away from Monk Chi Yan, he suddenly stopped again.

"You can't rush over. Qingshui Lao Tao's plan is to let me lead the monk to the talisman formation he has arranged. Besides, if the other monk has not gone far and suddenly comes back, wouldn't I be one against two? ?" The Iron Corpse Madman twirled his fingers and thought in his mind.

Monk Chi Yan saw the iron face opposite him twirling his fingers back and forth, but not moving forward. He narrowed his eyes and said loudly: "Who is coming?"

The Iron Corpse Madman ignored him and twirled his fingers back and forth, muttering in his mind: "Master taught me before his death, saying that I was not literate in numbers. Once there are many opponents, you must not take risks against them. But there is clearly a monk in front of me, but another monk may come back at any time. How can this be considered?"

"Hey! Tietou over there, I'm calling you!" Monk Chi Yan simply added magic power to his voice. His tone was as loud as a bell, and the red spiritual pressure rising from his body rolled up large pieces of earth and rocks.

The Iron Corpse Madman, who was standing still, became more and more confused as he calculated, "It's clearly one-on-one, so we can fight. But it may become one-on-two at any time, and we'll suffer a loss."

At this moment, he was sweating profusely and his heart was pounding, as if he was a poor candidate who couldn't understand the math questions in front of him.

His fingers were trembling, and he was tangled in his heart.

He was so focused at the moment that he didn't even listen to what the monk Chi Yan called him.

Monk Chi Yan frowned and dispersed his consciousness, "Could this person be an idiot, or pretending to be mysterious? It seems that his body is at the first level of Daoming Realm like mine, and his aura is not very stable and clear. He is a newbie in Daoming Realm. And my cultivation is already at the top of Daoming Realm. This guy is just a person, so I might as well go and test it out."

With an idea in his mind, Monk Chi Yan secretly raised his body, and with visible fire breath emitting from his body, he walked over in a swaggering manner.

A fiery coercion suddenly struck, and the Iron Corpse Madman's body suddenly trembled, only to find that the Chi Yan monk was approaching him.

The Iron Corpse Madman raised his head and said seriously: "You monk is so ignorant, don't come here to disturb me, don't you see that I am concentrating on calculations here?"

Monk Chi Yan was confused when he heard this. He focused his eyes on a purple pupil on the face of the Iron Corpse Madman and asked sternly: "You are the purple disaster!"

"It's Purple Disaster." Iron Corpse Madman said simply.

"I think you were hit by the evil spirit and your brain is not very clear. Let me, Monk Chi Yan, help you solve it."

As he spoke, Monk Chi Yan continued to move forward with an expressionless expression. The fingertips of his right hand suddenly trembled, and fire breath like a snake message came out from the fingertips.

The Iron Corpse Madman narrowed his eyes and saw the subtle movements of Monk Chi Yan's hands, "This monk wants to kill me? Don't you know I am an evil cultivator?"

The first rule of evil cultivation is to strike first to gain the upper hand.

The Iron Corpse Madman is an evil cultivator and an individual cultivator. The advantage of physical training compared to spiritual training of the same level is that the physical body is more powerful. When using physical skills to make moves, you don't need to mobilize too much mana, you can directly activate them with the power of your physical body. Therefore, from the perspective of the speed of attacking, physical training often exceeds spiritual training of the same level.

Just for an instant, a murderous look flashed in the purple pupils of the Iron Corpse Madman.

His whole body was like a beast that suddenly attacked. The soles of his feet suddenly exerted force and suddenly stepped out. Bang, a small pit was made on the ground. He jumped up and was several feet away in an instant.

At the same time, he held the huge iron coffin behind him in his hands, spotted where Monk Chi Yan was, and swung it out.

"call!"

The iron coffin swept across, and the pressure it aroused was like a whirling hill, throwing up large swaths of chaotic earth, rocks, and vegetation.

"What a shame, you Zihui, you actually attacked me first." Monk Chi Yan seemed to be well prepared.

He quickly formed the magic formula with both hands, and suddenly a ball of red flame ignited. The flames solidified in an instant, turning into a pair of huge fire wings.

With a roll of fire wings, a ball of flame exploded on the spot, and his body flew backwards seven to eight feet away.

The iron corpse madman emptied the iron coffin, but he didn't stop.

"Thief monk, let's see where you run."

He stepped forward with both feet, jumped up one after another, and swung out three iron coffins in a row.

"Hoo ho ho!"

The strong wind emitted from the iron coffin was like a terrifying storm, crushing the vegetation in a radius of more than ten feet to pieces.

Monk Chi Yan narrowed his eyes, "This guy turns out to be an individual cultivator. You must not be hit by the iron coffin in his hand, otherwise your muscles and bones will be broken."

Monk Chi Yan controlled a pair of huge fire wings with his hands, and as flames exploded in front of him, his body continued to retreat.

"boom!"

The boulder that Monk Chi Yan was resting on just now was smashed to pieces by the Iron Corpse Maniac with an iron coffin, and the small rocks raised were like countless flying knives.

Stung, Monk Chi Yan’s broad sleeves were torn open by the splash of pebbles.

"What a madman. If we fight one on one, I really have no confidence that I can defeat this guy easily." Monk Chi Yan quickly thought in his mind, "In this case, I will pretend to be defeated and lead him half a mile away. Junior brother's hiding place. When we two work together to surround him, he will be unable to fly. "

While the monk Chi Yan was escaping, he turned around and threw fireballs the size of his palm from time to time to block the Iron Corpse Madman's pursuit.

The huge iron coffin controlled by the Iron Corpse Madman has a large range of control. There is no gap left between swings. It is simply an integrated attack and defense. The fireballs offered by Monk Chi Yan were all smashed to pieces by the iron coffin.

"Come on, chase me. I'll let you jump around for a while." Monk Chi Yan showed an evil smile on his lips, and kept his pace without any hesitation. He used the trees and rocks on the road as cover, jumped left and right, and retreated in the direction where Monk Musen was hiding. .

The Iron Corpse Madman chased and beat him fiercely, but was unable to hurt Monk Chiyan. He murmured in his heart: "I tried hard for a long time, but I didn't hurt this monk, but he just retreated. Old Taoist Qingshui was right... ..

.”

At this moment, the Iron Corpse Madman looked in the direction of Monk Chi Yan, grabbed one end of the iron coffin with both hands, and spun in a circle like a top.

"Bald donkey, let's see if I don't spank your ass."

"Buzz!"

The huge iron coffin flew out like a huge iron sickle thrown. Wherever it passed, trees as thick as barrels were crushed like paper. The speeding iron coffin went straight behind Monk Chi Yan.

Monk Chi Yan felt the threat from behind almost immediately.

"Good guy, this is going to kill me."

He suddenly turned around and started using the magic formula with both hands. Lines of fire swirled above his fingertips, and in a blink of an eye, a red tiger-shaped seal condensed.

"Fire Escape-Fire Tiger Eighteen!"

The tiger-shaped seal in his hand popped out, and at the same time, he puffed up his cheeks and sprayed a breath of soul on the tiger-shaped seal.

The tiger-shaped seal suddenly soared and turned into a fire tiger about ten feet in size. This fire tiger is extremely solid, and every beard on its mouth is clearly visible, really like a tiger spirit.

The next moment, using this fire tiger as its main body, eighteen fire tigers about one foot in size jumped out in succession.

"Boom boom boom... boom boom boom..."

Eighteen fire tigers intercepted the speeding iron coffin one after another.

For a moment, the breath of fire exploded continuously, the fire light reflected the sky and the earth, and the sound of the explosion was like the roar of a group of tigers.

Under the interception of the Fire Tiger Technique, the iron coffin's impact momentum paused again and again. He completely slowed down at a distance of about three feet away from Monk Chiyan's body.

At this moment, the fire pattern on Monk Chiyan's eyebrows suddenly lit up, a large flame suddenly appeared on the surface of his body, and his aura increased sharply.

"Damn Zihui, if I didn't use some means, I would have been hit by him." Thinking in his heart, Monk Chi Yan formed a tiger head-shaped seal with his hands.

"Fire Escape - Fire Tiger Shakes the Mountain!"

The next moment, Monk Chi Yan suddenly pushed forward with his hands.

"Ouch——"

There was a shocking beast roar, as if a tiger spirit appeared, and a ten-foot-sized fire tiger suddenly jumped out.

"boom!"

The power of the fire tiger hit the iron coffin on the opposite side.

The exploding fire breath was thirty feet high, and the hot and strong fire breath swept away. The vegetation within a radius of dozens of feet was directly burned into ashes by the flying fire breath.

One end of the iron coffin was burned red by the power of the fire tiger, and the speed of the iron coffin changed its direction, and it hit the iron corpse madman in the opposite direction.

The iron coffin is not only the weapon of the Iron Corpse Madman, but also contains his trump card, a puppet iron corpse. Under any circumstances, he would never lose control of the iron coffin easily.

"Sure enough, this thief bald ass still has some tricks left." Upon seeing this, the Iron Corpse Madman saw the blood of the zombies in his body boiling, and a powerful brute force was poured directly into his arms.

His outstretched arms suddenly became thicker, and pop-pop, the cloth wrapped outside was shattered by the force erupting from his arms, revealing the livid color on the surface of his arms.

A pair of arms of the Iron Corpse Madman have become zombies.

Without stopping for a moment, the Iron Corpse Madman refused to evade, and grabbed the iron coffin flying back with a pair of big hands.

Boom! There was a muffled sound.

His hands firmly grasped one end of the iron coffin.

His body was pushed backward by the impact of the iron coffin, and he fell back more than ten feet away before stopping. Under the ground, the soles of his feet plowed a line of straight pits.

The Iron Corpse Madman grasped one end of the iron coffin, which had just been burned hot by Monk Chiyan's fire tiger power.

The Iron Corpse Madman's hands were sizzling and white smoke was emitting from his hands, but he had no intention of letting go easily.

When the iron coffin was completely controlled by the iron corpse madman, he subconsciously let go of the hand holding the iron coffin.

"It's so hot, so..." mid-sentence, the iron coffin fell to the ground, just hitting the Iron Corpse Madman's feet.

"oops."

The Iron Corpse Madman hugged one of his feet and jumped up and down in pain.

Then, he slung the iron coffin onto his body, jumped and limped, and ran away in the direction he came from without looking back.

While running, the Iron Corpse Maniac also cursed: "You bald donkey, don't chase me. Next time we meet, uncle, I will definitely beat your ass to pieces."

Monk Chi Yan hesitated at first, then looked back at the direction where Monk Musen was hiding, "Act accordingly, we can't let this guy run away like this."

Monk Chi Yan made a seal with his hands, and the fire breath on his body ignited, and in a blink of an eye, a fire tiger appeared outside his body.

"Where to run!"

The Chi Yan monk looked like an enraged fire tiger and chased the Iron Corpse Madman in the direction where he had fled.

The two figures, one behind the other, disappeared from the end of sight in an instant.

...

Monk Musen is hiding in the ancient tree.

At this moment, he could already feel the aura of monk Chi Yan fighting with others.

"The opponent is here. He should be a person fighting with Senior Brother Chi Yan. The distance is a little far away. When they get close to me, I will jump out at the right time and work with Senior Brother Chi Yan to kill them." Monk Musen planned. With.

But after a while, he realized that the smell of fighting was getting farther and farther away from him. After a while, there was no smell of fighting at all.

"What's going on? Could it be that Senior Brother Chi Yan chased him alone. This is different from the previous plan of two people working together to encircle and kill him."

Monk Musen and Monk Chiyan have practiced together in the Golden Buddha Temple since childhood. The two have similar temperaments and are as close as brothers.

The two of them have always worked together as a team to complete tasks in Jinyitang, and they know each other very well.

Green ripples formed on the surface of the ancient tree, and a green light jumped out.

The green light converged, revealing Monk Musen's true form.

"You can't let Senior Brother Chiyan chase him alone. My senior brother is good at everything, but when his temper rises, he becomes like a fire tiger and is not very calm."

Thinking in his mind, Monk Musen was about to use his escape technique to catch up.

But at the next moment, he accidentally glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw the shadow of a person.

"It's a human or a ghost." Monk Musen couldn't help but exclaimed with the hair on his body standing on end.

Because the man was standing two feet away from him. At this distance, Monk Mu Sen's Daoming Realm cultivation is still undetectable. In Monk Mu Sen's view, it can only be a ghost.

But it was a person.

This person is a young woman, tall, with deep eye sockets, big eyes, and a full forehead.

The woman was wearing a light green tight-fitting shirt, which outlined the large waves on her chest. Hanging on the woman's slender neck is a unique and dazzling silver ornament, which is quite exotic.

At this moment, the woman was looking at Monk Musen with a half-smile.

Wu She is one of the ghost slaves in the Seven Evil Ghost Banners of the Thousand Faced Ghost, Duan Muling, the Wood Demon Girl from the Southern Territory.

"Great monk, who do you think is a ghost? I think you are the one who is a dead ghost." The foreign woman said.