True Immortal of the Netherworld

Qingshuiren relied on the ruthless method of striking first and taking advantage, and he did not lose at all in the fight with Golden Boy and Huomeduo.

In fact, if the two sides competed openly and openly, over time, the physical weakness of Qing Shui Shui and Xue Monk would be exposed, and the result would probably be an ugly loss. When cultivators fight, their cultivation level is the basis of combat power, but it may not be the entire reason for victory.

At this time, the blood monk had already been summoned by Qingshui people and returned to him.

Qingshui Ren stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the stains on the bloody monk's cassock, and said with concern: "Brother monk, look at how you are dressed up. Every time you fight with others, your clothes are ruined. This is what I have done." This is your eighth scarlet cassock. I know you like blood red. Oh, look, the skin on your face is broken. The two bald heads on the opposite side are really not good. As evil cultivators, we must do it. Condemn this kind of slap in the face, they are obviously jealous of your appearance.”

The blood monk nodded and replied blankly: "Looks... worth..."

The symptoms of Mr. Qingshui's schizophrenia will always be revealed in his communication with the blood monk. Perhaps only he can understand the conversation between him and the blood monk. This was also a side effect of him refining the blood monk into an adult puppet.

"Article 36 of the Code of Evil Cultivators: If you can't fight, run away. Brother Blood Monk, let's go." After saying that, Qingshui Man took out a large handful of yellow paper talismans and threw them behind him.

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang." Dozens of yellow paper talismans exploded one after another.

Suddenly, yellow mist filled the air, covering the sky and sun, as if a sandstorm was coming.

What's strange is that in the large yellow mist, there seem to be dozens of figures walking back and forth, eerie and terrifying. Because the yellow mist is blessed by the power of Taoist talismans, neither spiritual consciousness nor vision can accurately judge within a radius of a hundred feet.

When Huomoutuo and Jintongzi on the other side reacted, they could no longer catch the shadows of Qing Shui Shui and Xue Monk.

"What's going on? Do they still have so many helpers?" Huomoutuo asked half-convinced when he saw the figures walking back and forth in the mist.

"Those are not real people, they are just a cover-up." The golden boy on the side stared at them for a moment, and then accurately judged.

Golden Boy practices the Buddhist Boy Skill, and his soul power is much higher than that of monks of the same level. He is also good at observing the fluctuations of soul power, and he will catch those tiny changes.

After a while, when the large yellow fog in front of him gradually faded, Huomoutuo could vaguely see that the figures walking back and forth in the fog turned out to be cardboard figures.

These cardboard figures are about the same height as one person, and their facial features and general appearance are sketched out in a crooked way according to the appearance of the clear water man and the bloody monk. Each cardboard figure has the word "soldier" written on its feet. They move back and forth without colliding with each other. The real Qing Shui Man and the Blood Monk have long since disappeared.

"It's the talisman art of the Taoist lineage. Although these paper figures are crude in appearance, the mysteries inside are quite deep. This is the first time I have seen them." Golden Boy explained.

"Hmph! Evil cultivator!" Huomoutuo said disdainfully.

Then, Huomoutuo flipped his wrist and used the purple gold bowl in his palm to cover the dozens of cardboard talisman soldiers on the opposite side.

"Poof", the fire flashed.

A flaming tiger about ten feet in size jumped out of the purple golden bowl. The flaming tiger is solid and real, its fire tail swings and breathes fire breath. Then a few jumps turned the opposite side into a sea of ​​fire. The paper talisman soldiers were twisted in the fire and burned to ashes.

Looking at the burnt paper talisman soldiers in front of him, Huomoutuo let out a sigh of relief and said: "Crooked and unscrupulous tricks."

After saying that, he raised the purple golden bowl in his hand, and the flaming tiger turned into a streak of fire. With a swish, it was taken back into the purple golden bowl, as if nothing had happened.

...

Ten miles away, Qingshui Man and Blood Monk were holding hands, hiding in a pool of light blue water, and galloping away. It is the water escape technique that Qingshui Ren is good at.

"Brother Blood Monk, it's my fault that I didn't help you get the blood soul this time. Next time, I will catch a few alive so that you can take a few sips of the blood soul." Qingshui Man said.

The blood monk still replied blankly: "Blood, soul."

Not long after, the two figures disappeared into the distant forest in a ball of blue water.

...

Huomoutuo searched back and forth in the same place several times, but could not find any trace of the two men on Qingshui.

"Senior Brother Huamei, there's no need to look for it. There may have been traces before, but once you burned them like this, there will be nothing left." Golden Boy said truthfully.

"Hmph! These two evil cultivators are really cunning." Huomou Tuo said.

"I guess they have fled far away. The two Qingshui people are quite capable. Even if we catch up and kill them, we can't guarantee that we will not be injured. By then, it will delay our important task of retrieving the Buddha's relics. The gain outweighs the loss," Golden Boy said calmly.

"Junior brother, what you said is reasonable. Let these two evil cultivators go this time. Next time, the poor monk must save them." Huomoutuo said fiercely while performing the Buddhist salute with one hand.

"After this sudden conflict, it makes people calm down. You and I may have gone in the wrong direction all the way. Otherwise, how could you not sense the traces of the great formation with the purple golden bowl in your hand? Where." Golden Boy said.

"When you say that, I think so. Didn't "Senior Brother Qingyan" who entered the Blue Fire Demon Realm with us go looking in another direction? Maybe he will gain something there. Considering the time, why don't we go back and look for him? Senior Brother Qingyan, the three of us can discuss the next strategy together. Since evil cultivators like Qingshui Ren can enter the Qinghuo Demon Realm, there must be other evil cultivators who can only come together. Only in this way can we ensure the maximum combat power. If we encounter these evil cultivators again, we won't be in such a hurry." Huomoutuo seemed to have an idea and suggested.

"Senior Brother Huamei, when you are not angry, you are still very smart." Golden Boy joked.

"Hehe." Huomoutuo raised a hand and touched his bald head, and gave an embarrassed giggle.

After discussing it, the two returned in the direction they came from. There is no need to search anymore, plus the path is already familiar. The speed of the two's return seemed to be many times faster than when they came. Wind blew under their feet, and they disappeared at the end of the ground in the blink of an eye.

...

The purple sun in the sky gradually sets towards the west, casting a longer and longer shadow behind all the scenery on the ground.

There happened to be a slightly raised smooth boulder on an inconspicuous uphill slope.

Sitting cross-legged on the boulder is a Hehuo Meituo, a golden boy, and two middle-aged monks wearing the same apricot-colored robes.

This monk has a square face, thick eyebrows and wide mouth, his eyes are slightly closed, his hands are clasped together, motionless, as if he is sitting in meditation, and even the monk's robe is as deep as the rocks under his feet.

Although he was just sitting there cross-legged, he still showed his tall and tall figure. His body seemed to be integrated with the boulder under him, not emitting a trace of extra spiritual power fluctuations, strong and tough.

At this time, a yellow bird that had been busy all day landed on the monk's shoulder. The yellow bird looked around with its clever little head. Seeing that there was no danger, it stayed on the monk's shoulder and combed its feathers with its sharp beak. Afterwards, the eyelids of the yellow bird are half-closed. After resting for a while, the yellow bird spread its wings and flew to a high place, leaving only a small residual feather on the monk's shoulder.

The motionless rocks, motionless monks, and agile yellow birds create a picture of movement amid stillness.

Without him, this person is the "Qingyan Monk" who is one of the "Three Sons of Vajra" of the Golden Buddha Temple together with Huomeduo and Jintongzi.

"It has been two days since I separated from my two junior brothers. After I continued to search with rock secrets, I can be sure that the direction I chose is correct. A Buddhist formation is in this direction. According to the agreement "If the two junior brothers can't find any clues about the formation, they will come back to find me. Why don't I just wait for them here for a long time?" Qingyan Monk thought to himself, his body still motionless.

A falcon with snow-white feathers hovered high in the sky, overlooking the earth. Although this falcon is not big in size and is all white, the temperament and spiritual energy fluctuations it exudes indicate that it is a spiritual bird with some spiritual talent.

Suddenly, the white-feathered falcon spread its wings and flew downwards like a white fly. A yellow bird was reflected in its eagle eyes. I don't know if that yellow bird was the one on Qingyan Monk's shoulder before.

The white-feathered falcon's sharp claws like silver hooks had already reached the yellow bird's head, but the little yellow bird didn't know it.

"Whoosh——"

At this moment, a bloody arrow flew through the air at a faster speed. With a pop, it shot straight through the neck of the white-feathered falcon.

The white-feathered falcon didn't even have time to scream, before it fell headlong. Only then did the yellow bird notice the falling white-feathered falcon. In panic, it flapped its wings and fled into a dense forest, chirping.

Suddenly, a black figure rose from the ground. The man just stretched out his hand and grabbed the falling white-feathered falcon.

This person is a Taoist, and his Taoist robe is damaged in several places. He is the "Old Taoist of Yushan" dressed up as Zhang San.

At this time, "Yu Shan Lao Tao"'s face was as white as paper, and his complexion was a bit ugly.

"The physical body of the Yushan Old Taoist was a little rebellious and was awakened. It was probably because the Yushan Old Taoist had been sucking the blood soul of the spiritual bird for a long time, and his body became dependent on the blood soul. In addition, he had used this body to fight Liu Haiyu before, and the load was too great. Not small. Now I can only use the blood of this white-feathered falcon to quench my thirst." Old Taoist Yushan said to himself while holding the white-feathered falcon in one hand.

Immediately, he sucked hard with his nose, and a line of blood was sucked out from the wound on the Falcon's neck and entered his nostrils.

"Little guy, it's not me, Zhang San, who wants to kill you. It's Old Taoist Yushan who wants to drink your blood, do you understand?" As he said that, he casually threw the body of the white-feathered falcon aside.

With the supplement of the blood soul of the soul bird, the face of "Old Yushan Taoist" gradually turned rosy.

"This body is too troublesome. It is not suitable for walking in this green fire demon realm. It will also affect the tasks I want to complete next. It seems that I have to find another more suitable body to better hide myself. . As for the ones in my ghost banners, they were hunted by me many years ago. Their sudden appearance in this green fire demon realm will inevitably arouse suspicion. Where is the next person to be killed by me? "Old Taoist Yushan was thinking in his mind, and suddenly the corner of his eye lit up, and he seemed to have noticed something.