True Immortal of the Netherworld

The old man in gray robe glanced at the two people and the ape opposite him with his eyes, put his big sleeves back, his face darkened, and he said in a bad tone: "Where did these remnants come from, wandering around here!"

Seeing each other's aggressive posture, the two of them felt tense.

"Senior, it seems we have never met before. We walk on separate sides of Tongtian Avenue, why are we so aggressive?" Bai Muhua asked carefully.

"My senior brother is right. First, our surname is not "Yu", let alone the Yu Zi you mentioned. Your Excellency must have been blinded and recognized the wrong person. Secondly, the two of us are said to be arrogant. I think there are a few people who are better than us. You can't be ostentatious. If you want to fight, just come here." Bai Mujin's good mood when she thought about seeing Xu Yang was suddenly wiped out by the gray-robed old man in front of her, and anger suddenly rose in her heart.

"The wild girl from there is so ignorant of etiquette that she dares to speak rudely to you." A middle-aged male cultivator with a straight nose and square cheeks behind the gray-robed old scholar put his right hand on the hilt of his sword, took a step forward, and said loudly.

"Hmph!" Bai Muzhen snorted coldly, ignored it, and secretly sarcastic in her heart, she is just a running dog, and good women don't fight with dogs.

The middle-aged male cultivator turned his head and whispered respectfully to the old man in gray robe: "My lord, let the three subordinates capture these two little thieves who don't know the heights of the world and offer them to your lord."

The other two male cultivators in Confucian attire standing behind the gray-robed old man each held a blue steel sword in their hands, eager to try it.

"Back off!" The old man in gray robe said with a wave of his hand.

"I obey!" Upon hearing this, the middle-aged male cultivator stood respectfully behind the old man.

The old man in gray robe put his hands behind his body, took two steps forward with his head held high, and asked, "Do you know where this place is?"

"The two of us got lost here and don't know the origin of this place?" Bai Muhua answered simply.

Hearing this, the old man in gray robe showed a strange smile on his face, and continued: "It seems that the two of you entered this world by mistake. This place is called the "Little Xian Realm" and is an area unified by the Confucian sect. Before, there were people You entered this place by mistake, but no one can get out from here. Now, you only have two choices."

"Which two options?"

"One is to give up your previous sect and beliefs, join the Confucian sect, and contribute to the development of my Little Xian world. The other is to be hunted down by the Confucian monks in the entire Little Xian world until you are killed. Kill."

The words of the old man in gray robe were as cold as a knife, and the knife pierced their hearts, a naked threat.

"Your Excellency, do you mean to ask us, brother and sister, to surrender to you? Otherwise, you will kill us?"

"That's right! This is also my case. Now is the time for Xijun City to hire people. In the past, you two were already two corpses." The old man in gray robe said contemptuously.

"This?" Bai Muhua frowned, hesitated, and did not answer immediately.

Bai Mujin grew up with two senior brothers. The two senior brothers were obedient to him and never scolded him. Although his master Su Li was very strict with him on weekdays, he never allowed outsiders to bully his disciples. Bai Hibiscus adapts to the donkey's personality. It's 80% possible to respond to it, but it's absolutely impossible to say it's the other way around.

"Old man, I just heard your subordinates call you "Xianyu" (the same as "Xianyu"). I didn't expect your name to be so unreasonable, and your words were even more unreasonable. The conditions you proposed were simply banditry. I'm sorry. You look like you have read a lot of poems and books, how do you say a certain word, your clothes-"

Before Bai Hibiscus could say the words "dressed as a beast", the gray-robed old man's face turned cold. He stretched out his arm, spread out his five fingers, and covered it with an invisible big hand.

Bai Hibiscus felt as if someone had suddenly strangled her neck with a thick hemp rope, and she suddenly felt short of breath.

The silver-backed giant ape "Hou Da" behind him saw his master being bullied by others. He roared to the sky and exposed his vicious teeth. He was about to rush out of the formation, but Bai Mujin stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Senior, please be merciful!" Bai Muhua was worried about the safety of his junior sister and shouted quickly with an anxious look on his face.

Although the gap between the gray-robed old man and the white hibiscus is only a realm, but from the simple raising of hands just now, it can be seen that the gap in strength between the two sides is as big as clouds and mud. When it comes to cultivation, the higher the realm of cultivation, the greater the gap between each realm. The true elixir realm is a realm beyond the reach of most monks. Forming an elixir to enter the true elixir realm is an extremely difficult threshold for every monk to cross. Successful elixir formation means a change in destiny, not only for the monk himself. The longevity will be greatly increased, the strength of the skills will be greatly increased, and more importantly, the status and treatment will undergo earth-shaking changes. The True Alchemy Realm monks who are placed in the small sects in the Northern Territory play an important role as elders in the sects. The monks who are placed in large sects such as Tiangui Sect and Yudao Sect will become the core disciples that the sect focuses on cultivating.

The old man in gray robe relaxed his stretched out fingers.

"Ahem!" Bai Hibiscus coughed violently, her eyes filled with resentment and a hint of instinctive fear. The original anger was also suppressed by this grab, and she snorted and stopped talking. She naturally understood in her heart that the battle of words alone could not solve the problem in the world of cultivators. The last word is to have strong fists.

"The two choices I mentioned will give you two a moment to consider. I don't have time to play with you here." The old man in gray robe said coldly.

Bai Muhua hurriedly walked to Bai Mujin and asked, "Junior sister, are you okay? Why not..."

After the two whispered a few words to each other, Bai Muhua said loudly: "Thanks to Your Excellency, of course I will choose to join you."

"Very good, those who understand current affairs are heroes!" The old man in gray robe showed satisfaction.

"but?"

"But what?" The old man in gray robe asked impatiently.

"There is also a friend of ours who entered this little sage world with me. How about we find this friend first and then join you together?"

At this moment, behind a boulder not far away from a few people, a touch of earth-gold ripples flashed, as if something quietly entered the boulder. No one present, including the old man in gray robe, noticed this subtle change.

After hearing this, the old man in gray robe thought about it, is there another person? Could it be that the two brats were playing some trick on me? It seems that they cannot be convinced without some tough measures.

"What conditions do you want to talk to me about? As long as each of you can take a slap from me, I agree to give you five days to find your friend."

"You! You are clearly bullying others!" Bai Muzhen said unconvinced.

"Did I bully you? You two insisted on negotiating terms with me, and of course you have to pay some price." After the old man in gray robe finished speaking, he swept his eyes coldly, revealing his fierce look.

"Senior doesn't know something. My junior sister suffered internal injuries not long ago and has not recovered yet. If senior insists on doing this, I am willing to take both of his palms alone." Bai Muhua said.

The old man in gray robe glanced at Bai Muhua and said, "Okay! Since you are willing to bear the consequences alone, I will give you two palms."

"Brother, be careful."

"Don't worry, I believe I can survive these two slaps." Bai Muhua has a special physique, and his ability to withstand blows and recover is far superior to ordinary monks of the same level. He is confident that he can survive this disaster. No matter what, he will never do it again. Injuring the junior sister who was still injured.

Bai Muhua walked a dozen steps to the side, straightened his chest, spread his right hand in front of him, and said loudly: "Senior, please take action!"

The old man in gray robe smiled contemptuously, raised an arm, and poured his magic power into his palm. A gray wind mass the size of a walnut in the palm of his hand kept spinning "squeaking" and turned into the size of a fist in the blink of an eye. The spiritual energy in the surrounding void was churning around it.

The old man in gray robe clapped his raised palm down, and in the blink of an eye, a gray palm shadow about ten feet tall appeared out of thin air. It was more like a palm-shaped storm than a palm shadow. The pressure contained in the storm was rolling, enough to Crush a hill.

Bai Muhua naturally understood the gap between himself and his opponent. Even if he blocked two palms, he would be severely injured. He did not dare to neglect. With a shake of his shoulders, four spider-arm spears were born, and he was about to take this palm forcefully.

Just before the old man in gray robe took the palm of his hand, a loud and clear voice came from the air.

"The little fairy is here!"

Before he finished speaking, a golden figure with fire wings on its back flashed like a ghost and stood in front of Bai Muhua.

The visitor was none other than Xu Yang, who had just been hiding behind a boulder not far away.

I saw Xu Yang flipping his right palm and taking advantage of the situation to "pop" his palm, and a ghost claw about ten feet in size appeared out of thin air.

The five fingertips of the earth-gold ghost claws are like sharp blades. The short green ghost hairs on each finger are clearly visible, and a large golden Buddhist Sanskrit font shines in the center of the claw. What's even weirder is an earth-gold ghost baby that's about the size of a goose egg, with a pair of fleshy wings on its back and a pair of sharp horns on its head that looks like a grinning tooth. Behind it is a slender earth-gold flame tail trailing behind the huge ghost. The surface of the claws is swimming continuously.

Xu Yang's palm is exactly a move called "Flame Spirit Palm" recorded in the Five Elements Flame Art. This move consumes a lot of mana and is extremely powerful.

It was the first time he used this move, and he was facing a true elixir realm expert. Xu Yang had no reservations. Except for the still sleeping A'Zhu's nirvana true flame spirit power, which could not be blessed for the time being, the golden crow Buddha's flame spirit power Use it together with the power of the Chakravartin.

"Boom!"

The gray palm wind was powerful and heavy, while the golden palm wind was strange and cunning. When the two collided, the torn gray or golden spiritual energy at the edge made a harsh "squeaking" sound, and the core of the collision stirred up countless electric snakes.

After a moment, it seemed that the gray palm print was even better. The churning gray storm stirred the world. The golden palm print was like a golden dragon trapped in the gray storm. Although it struggled hard, its figure gradually disappeared into it.

When the old man in gray robe saw this, he narrowed his eyes and smiled. He was quite proud of his "Storm Big Hand Seal" method.

At this moment, a golden glow was faintly visible in the center of the gray palm print. Immediately afterwards, a number of golden spiritual flames only about an inch in size began to appear on the edge of the gray palm prints. The jumping golden spiritual flames were burning and consuming the energy on the gray palm prints. As wisps of green smoke rose, the gray palm prints gradually turned into Small.

Suddenly, there was a "pop" sound, and the palm of the gray palm print seemed to be pierced by something. A golden ghost baby with double horns and a round head was opening its mouth wide, swallowing the gray palm with big mouthfuls. Palm print.

Immediately afterwards, with a "bang" sound, the originally extremely powerful gray palm print exploded, and then turned into a large piece of gray mist that rolled back and dissipated in the void.

The golden palm print that was originally wrapped in the gray palm print appeared intact, and like an angry golden dragon, it rushed towards the old man in gray robe.