True Immortal of the Netherworld

Magic Cemetery.

On the altar, the golden monk closed his eyes tightly.

He not only closed his eyes, but also closed his other four senses and sixth sense.

There were tears in the corners of his eyes and a smile in the corners of his mouth.

His tears wept the suffering of the common people.

His smile makes him happy that there is still Tathagata in this world.

The Tathagata Sutra says that all actions are impermanent, and what is born must come to an end. If there is no birth, there will be no death. This cessation is the most blissful.

The golden jade monk entered a special state of sleep, with white clothes hanging down from his body. He was the only white spot in this vast dark world.

The Golden Jade Monk has an extraordinary talent, and he can speed up his practice while in a state of false sleep.

He wanted to use this limited time to further improve his body. When the demonic energy enters the body to the limit, launch the strongest counterattack.

...

Next to the golden monk, the Thousand-faced Ghost became more energetic thinking that he would soon have more time to face his senior brother.

On the altar, he kept circling around the golden and jade young monk, and from time to time he would pose in various postures, like a snake dancing.

It was originally a standard ghost performance, but the exaggerated movements of the Thousand-Faced Ghost vividly interpreted the beauty of a solo dancer.

That's right, he wanted to show all this to his senior brother, and he couldn't be careless.

The guards outside the altar were really eye-opening.

"Master Shadow Envoy, is this a way of doing things? Or is it a dance?"

"My dear mother, his figure is really softer than all the girls I have seen."

"You seem to have seen a lot of girls? If you ask me, this is real skill."

"Master Shadow Right Envoy is probably practicing the Soft Snake Technique. Look at how he lowered his waist in reverse just now, and the tip of his nose was pressed against his own thigh."

"If Xiao Cui had half the lithe figure of Lord Shadow Envoy, I would sell my blood and go back to the village to marry her right away."

"Hey, Xiaocui, if this is the case, your two kidneys may not be enough. Do you want my brother to help you?"

"Pooh!"

After a long while, the thousand-faced ghost on the altar stopped.

The Thousand-faced Ghost adjusted her long skirt, put away the Seven Evil Ghost Flags, stared blankly at the sky, and murmured: "Brother, did you like the way I looked just now? In the days to come, I can make the most beautiful I’ve shown you a lot of myself.”

"Right Envoy of Shadow, continue your spellcasting, don't be dazed." The purple-robed man sent the message, but it was like thunder in the ears of the Thousand-Faced Ghost.

Thousand-faced Ghost's whole body trembled, and he quickly sent a message to reply: "To inform the Demon Lord, my subordinates are carefully considering every next step in their hearts. This time is so important that there is no room for any mistakes."

"..." The man in purple robe did not respond, just watched quietly.

Thousand-faced Ghost's attention returned to the altar. He looked at the golden and jade monk in the middle of the altar and made rapid calculations in his mind.

"In order to regain the strength of these demonic soldiers, they must be infused with the purest demonic power. And in the entire Western Region, the purest demonic land is none other than the Demonic Blood Peak. If you want to bring such a huge demonic beast into existence, To use the power of the spirit, Jinyu Xiaoseng is needed, but the Devil's Blood Peak is too far away from here. This temporary altar is not enough to summon the devil at such a distance. The only way is to use the giant in the sky. The magic whirlpool serves as a springboard.”

Thousand-faced Ghost held out an amethyst ball the size of a fist in both hands.

In the amethyst ball, there is a purple lion with a single horn, and traces of purple arcs overflow from its surface.

"With this magic crystal ball given by the Lord Demon Lord, you can perform psychic skills."

The Thousand-faced Ghost held up the amethyst ball with both hands and shouted: "Purple Lion and Purple Blood, Amethyst and Purple Demon, Yuan Demon's Divine Power, Psychic Summoning..."

The amethyst ball soared from the hands of the Thousand-Faced Ghost and hovered high above the altar.

After being filled with demonic energy, the Thousand-faced Ghost also learned a set of demonic techniques from the Demon Lord of the Western Regions.

He used magic skills to continuously add spells to the amethyst ball in mid-air.

The restriction on the amethyst ball was activated instantly, and purple clouds suddenly bloomed. A hundred-foot purple lion statue gradually took shape in the rolling purple clouds.

The roar of the hundred-foot-long purple lion shook the sky.

Ouch——

The sound reached the Demon Blood Peak eight hundred miles away.

The resonance of demonic blood.

Demon Blood Peak

Suddenly there was a vibration, and rocks on the surface of the mountain collapsed and peeled off. A gurgling purple liquid spread from the cracks in the rocks, exuding the smell of blood.

In an instant, powerful demonic power was gathered from the Demonic Blood Peak.

The flying purples twisted together, soared into the sky, and exploded into a huge magic whirlpool high in the sky.

At the same time, at the altar eight hundred miles away.

Rumble, rumble.

The huge magic whirlpool above the altar began to spin faster and faster, as if it was being induced.

Waves of purple electricity popped up from the surface of the magic spin.

boom!

There was a thunderbolt, and a purple beam of light erupted from the center of the magic whirlpool.

Like a magic spear falling from the sky, the hundred-foot purple lion statue in mid-air suddenly shattered, and the amethyst ball turned into flying ash as soon as it touched the purple light pillar.

The purple beam of light, which was as thick as a millstone, did not stop and fell rapidly. However, it landed right in the middle of the altar and hit the golden jade monk.

The purple beam of light simultaneously brought huge winds and shock waves visible to the naked eye.

The three-foot-high altar shook violently, and the defensive restrictions on it collapsed layer by layer. A corner of the altar collapsed, and the surface was covered with torn fragments.

This powerful instantaneous force knocked the Thousand-faced Ghost to the ground while he was doing it. He rolled out more than a dozen times, twisted his soft body at an exaggerated angle, and hooked his toes on the edge of the altar, barely avoiding falling.

The makeup on the Thousand Faced Ghost's face was smudged, the shark tooth earrings fell off, the plain dress was torn open, and there were obvious blood marks on the exposed white legs.

"Ouch," Thousand-faced Ghost was hit very painfully, "I've been hit to death."

The violent shaking lasted for a while.

The purple beam of light falling from the sky continued to pour demonic spirits into the body of the golden monk, making a whirring sound.

Thousand-faced Ghost held his head and then got up. When he saw his messy dress, he immediately looked panicked, and then quickly took out a bronze mirror and looked at his face.

In the bronze mirror, one of the fake eyebrows affixed to Thousand-faced Ghost's eyebrows fell off, and the other half drooped down. One eye was swollen and the other was sunken. Two streaks of blood came out of his nostrils, and the blood mixed with the thick powder on his face and formed a mire.

"Ouch!" When the Thousand-faced Ghost saw himself in the mirror, he screamed, broke the bronze mirror, and almost fainted as his body swayed.

"I cannot let my dearest senior brother see me in this ugly state."

He quickly grabbed the Seven Evil Ghost Flag that fell aside and shook it vigorously.

Onibata spit out a cloud of black mist that enveloped the Thousand-Faced Ghost, and then quickly dispersed. The Thousand Faced Ghost's body disappeared and turned into Zhang San with a pair of small eyes like soybeans and an unattractive appearance.

Zhang San patted his face with his hand and said worriedly: "Senior brother, didn't you see how ugly I looked just now?"

Zhang San looked up at the sky. The purple light beams falling from the magic whirlpool were clearly the purest power of the demon spirit, and they all hit the golden jade monk.

"Fortunately, the psychic technique was successful." Zhang San secretly rejoiced.

Qingshui Ren, who was protecting the Dharma beside the altar, had already hidden behind the Blood Monk.

Qingshui Ren had practiced this ritual with the Thousand-faced Ghost before, and he knew in advance that the demon thunder would rain down. But he didn't expect that this thunder was really cruel, beyond his understanding of thunder.

When the scene calmed down, Qingshuijian poked his head out from behind Monk Xue and said, "What a big shock, it's passed, it's passed."

Qingshui people walked around to the front and saw the blood monk with scars on the front and a broken cassock. He felt heartbroken and said: "Oh, my best brother blood monk, I really wronged you. Look, your cassock is broken. Tsk, tsk, Your belly is exposed. Why is there a hole in your belly? Your intestines are rolled out. When I go back and sew your belly, I won’t wear the cassock anymore. Let’s get a new one.”

Qingshui Ren said, pushing back the bleeding intestines of the bloody monk with his hands, and then pasted a few yellow paper talismans to cover the wound.

The Blood Monk is a human puppet and has no feeling of pain.

"Brother Blood Monk, look how good I am to you." The man from Qingshui patted the Blood Monk on the shoulder.

The blood monk's eyes lit up and he said blankly, "You are so good to me."

In fact, the Blood Monk himself cannot speak, and every word he speaks is borrowed from his belly by the Qingshui people.

Yaksha Cangyue, who was watching in the crowd, could not help but be shocked: "Such a scale of spiritualism is really unprecedented. If the body of the golden jade monk hadn't absorbed most of the power, this hundred-mile radius would be

It was razed to the ground in this thunder. "

The purple-robed man stood motionless.

He looked up at the huge magic whirlpool in the sky, then cast his gaze on the golden and jade young monk on the altar, and whispered to himself: "Young monk, please work hard. Whether the demon lord's hundred thousand undead demonic soldiers can succeed, what will happen next? It’s all up to you.”

As for the soldiers from the Western Region who were responsible for guarding, they were frightened by the thunderbolt falling from the sky, and some of them were timid and peed their pants.

But because the purple-robed man was standing there, no one dared to escape.

"Oh my God! Was this thunder just now? This was the anger of the God of Thunder."

"Oh my earth! My internal organs are all displaced."

"My people! If I die, how can I go back to the village and marry Xiaocui?"

...

On the altar.

The white-gold jade monk still closed his eyes, as if the thunder just falling could not wake him up from his slumber.

The extremely powerful demonic power rushed into his body.

Most of them were directly absorbed by the Heavenly Demon Spear hovering in the Zifu space. The Heavenly Demon Spear is like a greedy monster, devouring demon spirits, and its aura shines brightly, illuminating the space of Zi Mansion.

Due to the existence of the Heavenly Demon Spear, the Golden Jade Monk's body did not receive much impact. The white jade cassock hanging down outside her body is not stained by a trace of dirt.

The rest of the demonic power continued to attack the golden monk's limbs and bones.

A large number of purple magic patterns gradually appeared on the body surface of the golden jade monk, and behind him was a ten-foot-long white lion.

The white lion's appearance is like a thunder bath, roaring in the purple beam of light.

This white lion sign cannot be seen by others, only the Demon Lord of the Western Region can see it.

"Who is the white lion behind the golden jade monk?" The purple-robed man narrowed his eyes and thought, "Could it be that the blood of the golden jade monk is from the legendary white lion family that is parallel to the purple lion family I belong to?"

There was a ruthless look in the purple-robed man's eyes, and he whispered to himself: "No matter who he is, once this war soul plan has started, there will be no turning back. For the victory of the Western Region, I will throw my own life to death on this altar. No matter what.”

...

After a full day and night, the purple beam of light in the sky still showed no intention of stopping.

And the power of demonic spirits gathered in the golden jade monk has also reached a terrifying level.

Under the instructions of the man in purple robe, Zhang San, the Thousand-faced Ghost, activated the restriction on the altar, drawing out the power of the demon spirit from the golden jade monk, and then injected it into the demon cemetery.

In the Demon Cemetery, the power of demon spirits is very useful to the resurrected skeletons of demon soldiers.

Their broken bones began to grow and recover, and then their muscles.

Even the broken armor outside their bodies was repaired by the power of demon spirits.

In front of the first demon soldier that had been repaired, a streak of demonic energy swirled, revealing the purple-robed man's body.

Without pausing, the purple-robed man clapped his hand.

boom!

The purple halo exploded, and the newly resurrected demon flew hundreds of feet backwards, his body mutilated.

What was terrifying was that the broken demon screamed, his damaged body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then he rushed towards the purple-robed man crazily.

When the man in purple robe saw this, he was not surprised but happy, "He is indeed an immortal demon."

Whoosh, the Qingshui man jumped over quickly and stuck several talismans on the demon's body, and then the angry demon stopped.

Qingshui Ren quickly said: "Lord Demon Lord, you are frightened. These guys are both demons and talisman soldiers."

With that said, Master Qingshui held up a golden talisman with both hands and said: "With this golden ancestral talisman, these demon talisman soldiers will only obey the orders of you, Lord Demon Lord."

"Hahaha," the purple-robed man laughed wildly, "This is very good! One hundred thousand fighting spirits are one hundred thousand undead demonic soldiers."

Everything seems to be going very smoothly for the Fighting Soul Project.

But what worries the purple-robed man is that the speed of resurrecting the magic soldiers is not fast.

Similar to Thousand Faced Ghost's previous predictions, it would take three months to resurrect all 100,000 demonic soldiers.

The golden monk on the altar always has his eyes closed.

The massive amount of demonic power dropped by the high-altitude magic whirlpool forcefully poured into the body, causing severe pain like a steel brush brushing against the bones.

But the golden jade monk remained motionless, allowing his body to gradually become demonic.

He always thought silently in his heart, "Read the Tathagata Sutra, learn the Tathagata's thoughts, be a Tathagata, do the Tathagata's deeds..."

He is waiting.