True Immortal of the Netherworld

Monk Jiuku rejected the proposal from the opposite side, Yaksha Cangyue.

Naturally, he has his calculations. Gambling means the outcome is uncertain. When the situation is advantageous, direct suppression with strength is the best way.

The three-headed demon was immediately furious.

The spiritual pressure of his tall body leaked out, curling up streaks of purple Yuanmo aura. His skill level increased steadily, faintly breaking through the boundaries of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm monks, and reaching the terrifying level of the Virtual Immortal Realm.

At this moment, Monk Jiuheng suddenly raised his arms, the copper rings on his arms rattled rhythmically, and loudly ordered: "Suppress the Demon Subduing Array!"

Monk Jiuheng was originally the head of the Demon Futing Hall of the Golden Buddha Temple, and he commanded and trained the more than a hundred stick monks from the Demon Futing Hall.

Hearing Monk Jiuheng's order, more than a hundred stick monks all took out their purple-gold demon-conquering sticks, pointed the tip of the stick at the three-headed demon trapped in the middle, and then ran around in a large circle, shouting loudly Chanting neat Buddhist mantras...

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The power of the demon-suppressing formation suddenly appeared, and circles of golden light surged out like a tide, covering a large area in the middle.

In the golden light, the power of the formation conjured up the appearance of one hundred and eight demon-subduing Arhats, some with bare arms, some with long eyebrows, some with subduing tigers, or subduing dragons...

"Demon-Conquering Array—One Hundred and Eighty-eight Arhats!"

These Arhat Dharma images flew in and out of the array space, uttering angry Buddha words from their mouths. Hearing it in the ears of the three-headed demon, it was like a prison-suppressing sound, and a double image appeared in the soul.

The three-headed demon suddenly felt that he was under strong oppression.

That feeling is like the irresistible pressure that comes from the interface when disaster strikes. And the soul power fluctuations of their three-headed and six-armed bodies that were fused together began to show signs of disorder.

Although they could still barely maintain the combined state of three heads and six arms, the actual performance of their bodies was suppressed by the power of this Buddhist formation from the level of the Virtual Immortal Realm to the appearance of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm.

The three heads of the three-headed demon suddenly showed panic expressions.

The head of the Purple Blood Demon Lord said: "The bullshit formations of these thieves and monks are restraining our demon body and preventing us from exerting our due fighting power."

The head of the Purple Shadow Demon Lord said: "This is a formation that uses barrier techniques to suppress the fluctuations of the body. This makes it impossible for the fluctuations of the three of us to perfectly match."

The head of Zifeng Demon Lord said: "Thousands of years ago, we suffered a big loss from this formation."

As the leader of the three demons, the Purple Blood Demon Lord immediately sent a message: "If we choose to cancel the fusion technique and become the original three people, our respective bodies will be further suppressed by the formation in the catastrophe. The lowest edge of the first level of the realm. This is how we were imprisoned by them thousands of years ago. The thief monk with the copper ring on his arm is the originator of this formation. If you defeat him, you can break this formation."

The three-headed demon king made a judgment, glared at monk Jiuheng with three heads, stepped forward and rushed over, clenching fists with six arms and swinging down.

"I am waiting for you, the three-headed monster." Monk Jiuheng stared and waved his arms to meet him.

Monk Jiu Ku on the side sent a message: "Junior brother Jiu Heng, this three-headed monster is difficult to deal with. Let me help you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Monk Jiuku's body was as flexible as a willow branch in the wind, and a curved green light shot out from behind, arriving in front of the three-headed demon king's body.

For a time, the Three-Headed Demon Lord fought with two eminent monks, Monk Jiuheng and Monk Jiuku, with his three heads and six arms.

Monk Jiuheng's cultivation level is at the peak of the second level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm. In addition, he is the chief of the Demon Subduing Hall. At this moment, he is at home in the space of the Demon Subduing Array.

He relied on the demon-suppressing array, and every time he waved his fists and feet, an Arhat image would appear, accompanied by shocking Sanskrit sounds. It was the "Great Sanskrit Sound Arhat Fist" that he was good at.

Although Monk Jiu Ku is thin and short, he is good at the unique wood attribute "Ku Rong Technique". Every time he makes a move, he will erupt with a huge aura like a forest.

In Jiuheng

Under the siege of the monk and the monk Jiu Ku, the three-headed demon king, whose cultivation was already suppressed by the formation, could only resist. If he hadn't had three heads and six arms, and almost no blind spots in defense, he would have been beaten a lot.

On the other side, as the head of the Golden Buddha Temple and with the title of Golden Buddha Monk, Monk Jiuchi stood directly opposite Yaksha Cangyue.

Monk Jiuchi clasped his hands together and said loudly: "This benefactor, my previous proposal still stands. If you are willing to leave now, I can still let you live. You are from the Northern Territory, so why bother with the Demon Evil of the Western Territory? Where are you?"

"As far as I know, the demon-suppressing array in the Golden Buddha Temple can only suppress the fluctuations of a certain kind of body trapped in it. If I choose to fight with you now, it won't be a loss." Yaksha Cangyue responded simply, "It's useless to say more. Let the fist decide.”

Immediately, Yaksha Cangyue created a strange magic formula with both hands. Above the fingertips, a band of black spiritual light was swirling.

Then, Yaksha Cangyue's hands turned into sword fingers and tapped the four acupoints on her chest.

With a flick of his finger, the entrances to his four key acupoints suddenly opened.

A powerful, sealed power of ghost energy instantly emitted from Yaksha Cangyue's body. A swirling black spiritual power overflowed from his body, crackling in the void like a whip.

At the same time, circles of ink-colored soul fluctuations spread out from the feet of Yaksha Cangyue. Wherever they passed, Yin Qi rolled and ghosts hovered, as if Hades had descended.

At this moment, Yaksha Cangyue's facial features had no obvious changes, but there were dark Yaksha ghost lines on both sides of her face, exuding an aura similar to that of the Great Ghost King.

The dark green pine robes flew up behind him, making him look like the Yaksha God of War from the underworld.

According to Yaksha Cangyue's judgment, although this demon-suppressing array can suppress the cultivation of those trapped in it, it can only suppress one kind of power fluctuation. Now that the three-headed demon master's demonic spiritual power fluctuations have been suppressed, he can no longer suppress the fluctuations of his ghostly skills.

Seeing this, Monk Jiuchi sighed softly: "In that case, let me, the old monk, teach me about the Yaksha Kung Fu of the donor."

Monk Jiuchi activated his body, and a band of golden Sanskrit characters spun out from the surface of his body. It was like golden Buddhist sutras flying around, emitting bursts of correcting Buddha's words.

And behind him, a tall golden Buddha statue appeared. The Buddha's dharma-like appearance, with kind brows and kind eyes, seems to be listening to the prayers of the believers, yet he reveals his supreme majesty.

Monk Jiuchi took one step forward, and with the blessing of the "Golden Buddha Technique" he was good at, he fought with the transformed Yaksha Cangyue.

Not long after, Monk Jiuchi and Yaksha Cangyue were attacking and defending each other with dozens of punches.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang.

Where the two fists collided, the pale green ghost flames and the light golden Buddha light were entangled, exploding circles of shock waves visible to the naked eye, and the sound of rolling thunder erupted.

While Yaksha Cang Yue was fighting, she was thinking quickly: "The abbot of the Golden Buddha Temple is revered as the 'Golden Buddha Monk', and he is well-deserved when we see him today. If we continue to fight with him like this, it will be difficult to tell the winner." The three heads on the other side The Demon Lord is suppressed by the other two monks. As time goes by, he will definitely lose. In order to fulfill the promise to that person, I have to fight hard. "

Yaksha Cangyue punched hard, and with a bang, it collided head-on with Monk Jiuchi's punch.

The strength of the fist exploded, setting off a strong wind.

With the help of the rebound force of the fist, Yaksha Cangyue's figure jumped back seven or eight feet.

Yaksha Cangyue narrowed her eyes, and formed a strange magic formula with both hands. On her fingertips, green lines of fire swam, and in a blink of an eye, the seal of the head of a "Yaksha ghost" with green flaming hair appeared. The seal is only three inches in size, but it is solid and real, as if it is a real Yaksha ghost head.

The seal on the head of the "Yaksha Ghost" floated upward, reaching the height of Yaksha Cangyue's chin. A look of determination flashed in Yaksha Cangyue's eyes. She opened her mouth and sucked in, and a golden light rolled out, sucking the "Yaksha Ghost" seal into her mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Yaksha Cangyue's Kung Fu body shook, and a circle of energy burst out from his body.

Green ghost flames, and his hair also turned into green flames like a yaksha ghost.

He looked more like a Yaksha ghost from the underworld. And his gongti aura became more violent and enthusiastic.

Cack, Cang Yue's shoulder bones crackled.

With two puff sounds, two green flames ignited on his neck, and on his shoulders, there were two more heads on the left and right, which were identical to his own body.

"Secret Technique - Three Transformations of Yaksha!"

Yaksha Cangyue's figure was divided into three, and three identical Yaksha Cangyue appeared. The three figures swayed back and forth rapidly, and when they stood still again, it was no longer possible to tell which one was the real one.

When Monk Jiuchi saw this, he glanced with his consciousness, frowned slightly, and couldn't help but whisper: "It is a very clever clone technique, but it is a very rare technique that can make the clone almost indistinguishable from the main body."

Without stopping for a moment, the three bodies of Yaksha Cangyue were pinching the spells at the same time, shouting the curse in unison: "The silver moon hides shadows, ghosts and gods are invisible, Yaksha changes three times..."

Buzz!

There was a moment of emptiness, and a huge silver moon appeared in mid-air. Silver Moon's method is perfect, and the face of a Yaksha ghost with green flame hair is looming.

The silver light suddenly leaked out, and the silver-moon Dharma cast a bright silver barrier, covering the Jiuchi monk on the opposite side.

The three bodies of Yaksha Cangyue turned into large groups of silver light spots and disappeared under the moonlight, and everything became strangely quiet.

Monk Jiuchi suddenly felt his whole body tense up, his consciousness and facial features became blurred, and he secretly screamed, "No, I've been hit by his barrier technique."

Just as Monk Jiuchi hesitated, a group of silver light spots suddenly appeared in three directions beside him. The silver light converged, revealing three bodies of Yaksha Cangyue.

Take action!

Each of Yaksha Cangyue's three bodies stretched out a palm. Silently, he grabbed Monk Jiuchi's shoulder.

The powerful and cold power of ghosts and gods instantly penetrated into Monk Jiuchi's body.

"Do you think you can control me, old monk, like this?" Monk Jiuchi suddenly clasped his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

boom!

Countless golden Sanskrit characters burst out from his body. The scary thing is that these Sanskrit characters are tightly arranged into lightsabers, like a formation of golden swords cutting them.

Bang bang bang... bang bang bang...

The three bodies of Yaksha Cangyue surrounding Monk Jiuchi were too close to dodge such a dense formation of Sanskrit golden swords, and countless holes were penetrated through their bodies.

Monk Jiuchi succeeded with one move and said coldly: "Even if your true body is mixed in, you will not be able to escape the punishment of my Buddha's Word Sword Formation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Monk Jiuchi's brows suddenly frowned. He found that the bodies of the three Yaksha Cangyue all turned into stars and dissipated.

"No, these three bodies are not his true body." Monk Jiuchi said in surprise.

At this moment, a palm-sized silver moon hovered quietly and silently in front of Monk Jiuchi. It seems invisible, without the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power.

And at the next moment, an arm emerged from the palm-sized silver moon, and its fingers clenched tightly, turning into a punch.

boom!

A ghost fist struck Monk Jiuchi's heart firmly.

As powerful as a Jiuchi monk, his heart was shaken and his body staggered backward.

Before Monk Jiuchi could stand firm, a figure flashed out, which was the true form of Yaksha Cangyue.

Without stopping for a moment, Yaksha Cangyue punched Monk Jiuchi three times on his chest and heart veins.

Bang bang bang.

Monk Jiuchi knelt on one knee, with a dagger turned into green ghost flames placed across the side of his neck.

"Great monk, accept the offer!"

Monk Jiuchi's heart was trembling, his body was in confusion, and there was a lump of turbid air in his throat, and he was speechless for a moment.

"Monks of the Golden Buddha Temple, please stop." Yaksha Cangyue shouted, "Otherwise, I will kill your abbot now."