True Immortal of the Netherworld

The golden-armed monk looked coldly at Yushan Old Taoist and Meishan Old Taoist opposite, and rubbed the pair of "Blood Shadow Soul Chasing Swords" in his hands back and forth vigorously. With a clicking sound, the pair of blood shadow soul-chasing swords turned into a ball of scrap metal in his hands, and then he threw them on the ground.

On the Blood Shadow Soul Chasing Sword, a ray of soul entrusted to it by Yushan Old Taoist and Meishan Old Taoist was also destroyed.

Old Taoist Yushan and Old Taoist Meishan looked ugly for a while. They each reached out and touched the acupuncture points on their hearts, and then they could barely hold back the severe pain in their souls.

Meishan Old Taoist had a look of fear on his face, took half a step back, half hid behind Yushan Old Taoist, and said in a low voice: "Brother, this man is probably the golden-armed monk, otherwise who else could do this. But the previous one Zhang San hid in the ghost flags and hasn’t come out yet. Or maybe Zhang San is the Golden Arm Monk, and the Golden Arm Monk is Zhang San?”

As the Meishan old man spoke, he glanced at the black ghost flag still poking on the ground not far away, then pointed at the opposite side and said loudly: "Who are you?"

The golden-armed monk ignored the two of them. A cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and then his body turned into a shadow and disappeared from the place.

The next moment, the tall body of the golden-armed monk appeared in front of Yushan Old Taoist like a King Kong descending.

Although Old Yushan's soul had just been injured, he was still very vigilant. He touched the ground with his toes, his body shaped like an arrow, and shot out backwards. At the same time, he pinched the magic formula with both hands and silently recited the secret mantra in his heart. Instantly, Old Taoist Yushan's face turned as red as foie gras.

Shockingly, the clothes on his back tore from the inside, and with a pop, a pair of huge white wings suddenly grew out from his back. It was the Crane Blood Secret Technique that he was good at.

As soon as his wings spread out, Yushan Old Taoist escaped many times faster.

Seeing this, the golden-armed monk suddenly opened his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, and then spat hard in the direction of the retreat of the Zhunyu Mountain Master, and a golden talisman shot out from his mouth.

With a "pop" sound, the talisman exploded, and a golden chain about ten feet long appeared in the rolling golden mist.

Without stopping for a moment, the golden-armed monk pointed towards Old Yushan on the opposite side with one hand. The diamond chain turned into little golden light and disappeared in place. The next moment, it was wrapped around the body of Yushan Old Taoist.

The figure of Old Yushan suddenly fell from the air. Seeing that he had fallen prey to the opponent's moves, he was so shocked that his pupils shrank and his face turned pale. In a panic, he clasped his hands together, trying to break free from the shackles of the diamond chains.

"Whoaaah!"

The old Taoist Yushan screamed strangely, and his body suddenly swelled up again. The originally wide Taoist robes around him were torn by his rounded figure, and there was an extra layer of white feathers on his exposed skin. It seems to be a bigger change in the Crane Blood Secret Technique.

"Crack." The diamond shackles that originally bound him broke.

The moment Old Taoist Yushan paused, the golden-armed monk took a quick step and came to Old Taoist Yushan. He stretched out his left hand to grab hold of Old Taoist Yushan's neck, and then lifted it up with force.

Old Taoist Yushan's feet were suddenly dangling in the air, and he quickly used both hands to try to open the opponent's arms. But he felt a powerful force of confinement, like a line of fire, locking his body through the meridians on his neck.

Yushan's old Taoist body weakened and he could no longer extract any mana. His body quickly shriveled up like a deflated rubber ball, and the wings on his back and the white feathers on his body also disappeared.

"Junior brother, help..." I haven't said the word yet. The golden runes on both arms of the golden-armed monk flowed, and then a circle of pale golden energy visible to the naked eye spread out, and the big hand holding Old Yushan suddenly became thicker.

Old Taoist Yushan was like a prey whose neck was bitten by a tiger. His body hung down weakly and he lost consciousness in an instant.

"quack."

The white crane bird spirit pet behind Yushan Old Taoist saw his master in danger and let out an angry cry. He flapped his wings vigorously, whipped up a strong wind, soared into the sky, and waved his long beak as sharp as a sword towards him. The golden-armed monk pecked it.

This white crane spiritual bird may seem gentle in appearance, but it is actually a ferocious spiritual bird. It usually feeds on pythons, spiritual insects, tigers and leopards, and its strikes are comparable to the powerful swords of high-level monks.

The white bird drew a white shadow in mid-air, but its target was the golden-armed monk's eyes. Like ordinary people, the eyes are also the weakest part of a cultivator's body.

The golden-armed monk didn't dodge, he stretched out his right arm and slapped it out.

"Buzz!"

The palm wind condensed into shape, and a golden palm shadow about ten feet in size struck the white bird's body firmly.

The impacting white crane bird was shot ten feet away, and fell to the ground with a "bang", its muscles and bones were broken, and its white feathers were dyed red with blood.

"Gah." Bai Niao exhaled the last breath he was holding in his neck and remained motionless.

It's all a long story, but it takes a breath or two.

The old Meishan Taoist on the side saw it all. He wanted to save his senior brother, but after seeing the strength displayed by the golden-armed monk, he instinctively hesitated in his heart. This guy is so powerful. Should I save my senior brother or take the opportunity to escape? Woolen cloth?

When the old Taoist from Meishan saw that the white crane bird was slapped to death by the golden-armed monk after just one encounter, he knew that it would be difficult for him to escape. I cursed secretly in my heart: "You thief monk, in front of me, the president of the Meishan Animal Protection Association, you torture and kill such a cute little animal. You don't have the compassion taught by the Buddha. It is unbearable."

The old Taoist Meishan raised his eyes and looked at the old Taoist Yushan who was clamped by the golden-armed monk's big hands. There was no mercy in his eyes, and he thought to himself: "Brother, if you die in the hands of this bald man today, it only means that you are unlucky. Master I respect his legacy and let me continue it.”

Having made up his mind, the old Meishan Taoist flicked his wide sleeves, and a snow-white jade rabbit appeared from them. This Jade Rabbit is only about the size of a fist. It is all white, without a single hair. Even its eyes are white.

The old Taoist from Meishan had a ferocious face. He didn't care, he grabbed the jade rabbit's long ears and lifted it up. He raised his head and stuffed the fist-sized jade rabbit into his mouth. The eyes bulged out, the throat bulged, and he swallowed it alive.

This jade rabbit was secretly raised by the old Taoist Meishan. He was fed countless elixirs on daily basis. Just like the white crane bird of his senior fellow apprentice Yushan, its flesh and blood had already been refined into a rare tonic.

The disciples of Yushan Lao Tao and Meishan Lao Tao were the "Liu Shanmen" who were good at using spiritual animals and birds as great tonics. The tenet that this sect believes in is "six six six, eat a piece of meat, and eat whatever you eat to make up for it." To this day, its concept still influences the food concepts of many mortal countries in Qingzhou. Therefore, many wild spiritual beasts and spiritual birds in Qingzhou are endangered by people eating them. However, an old Taoist from Meishan stepped forward and established the Meishan Animal Protection Association, naming himself the president. Secretly, he is also the master of eating whatever he sees.

In an instant, the Meishan old Taoist's soul power recovered a lot.

It's too late, but it's soon.

The Meishan Old Taoist's figure was twisted at an incredible angle like a spiritual snake. He just swayed without making a sound, and even hid the fluctuations in his spiritual power to almost nothing.

The next moment, the Meishan Taoist had already circled behind the golden-armed monk, and in his hand was a shining dagger.

The Meishan old Taoist's eyes were full of killing, he jumped up suddenly, held the handle of the dagger with both hands, aimed at the back of the golden-armed monk, and stabbed it hard.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, the old man in Meishan felt a burst of joy in his heart: "Hey, do you know that our Meishan Animal Protection Association is actually an assassination organization? Pindao is also the top assassination master in Qingzhou. There is no one else. You This bald man’s arms have been trained to be indestructible, so I’m going to carve out your heart to see if it’s also indestructible.”

At this critical moment, the Meishan old Taoist's sneak attack seemed to be frozen, and the dagger in his hand was only an inch away from the golden-armed monk's back. The sharp edge on the tip of the dagger even made a small opening in the golden-armed monk's clothes at the back, revealing the bronze skin underneath.

The old Taoist from Meishan couldn't believe it. Could it be that someone had cast a body-holding spell on him? He lowered his head and looked at the pit of his heart. A sharp object had come out of his body, and the blood stained his clothes. He didn't even feel a trace of pain, but his whole body was as soft as cotton and he had no strength at all. He was so surprised that his eyes almost fell out of their sockets.

"Assassination? I, Zhang San, am the most powerful assassin in the entire Northern Territory, bar none." A cold word came from behind the Meishan old man.

Zhang San, who had a pair of small eyes like soybeans, was already standing there quietly. In his right hand, a short sword as thin as a cicada's wings, almost translucent, penetrated directly from the back of Meishan Taoist's heart.

Zhang San expressionlessly pulled out the invisible sword from the Meishan old Taoist's back. The blade was not stained with a trace of blood red. The sword flashed and was hidden again by some unknown method. Then he said seriously: "I have told you before, I will make an exception today and kill two people at once."

With a "pop", the body of Meishan Old Taoist fell to the ground like a dead tree, and he died.

Zhang San's right hand flicked continuously, and two white spiritual fires were shot out. One of the white spiritual fires fell on the body of Meishan Old Taoist, and the other fell on the body of Bai He. Two white flames shot up instantly, leaving no trace after a moment.

Zhang San came to the "Golden Arm Monk", looked at the Yushan Master who was still clamped in the Golden Arm Monk's hand, and said coldly: "Although this guy's strength was a little worse during his lifetime, at least he is still half-dead. He looks like this You might as well be my ghost slave.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang San made a move with his right hand, and the black ghost flag stuck on the ground came into his hand.

Then, he chanted the magic formula, and a jet-black ghost mist suddenly spewed out from the ghost flag, covering both the Golden Arm Monk and the Yushan Old Taoist. When the ghost mist dissipated, the two bodies disappeared, seemingly captured by the ghost flag in Zhang San's hand.

Zhang San gently waved the ghost flag in his hand and whispered: "Brother, I have found someone to keep you company, so that you will not be bored."

After that, Zhang San looked around, waved his cuffs, and a ghostly wind swept out, and the traces of the previous fight were dealt with dryly and quietly.

After doing all this, Zhang San opened his mouth, and the ghost flag became smaller and was swallowed into his mouth.

Then, a dark mist rose up from the surface of Zhang San's body. As soon as the mist subsided, Zhang San's appearance changed into that of "Old Yushan".

"Hehe. Who will be killed by me next?" Zhang San, who has the appearance of "Yushan Old Taoist", smiled coldly, argued about the direction, and walked out in one direction.