True Immortal of the Netherworld

Huomou Tuo and Xu Yang "discussed" while the others could only watch from afar for the time being. After all, this is related to the reputation and glory of the two major sects, Tiangui Sect and Golden Buddha Temple.

When the golden boy saw Huomei Tuo fully activating the red fire purple gold bowl in his hand, he thought to himself: "Senior Brother Huamei, is he really going to do something serious? This disciple of the Tiangui Sect named Xu Yang really doesn't know how big the world is. Senior Brother Huamei, get serious, I Everyone will feel scared. You can predict what will happen next. This Xu Yang will probably be burned to ashes by Brother Huomei's red fire. "

"With such a large formation, is this still a sparring match? It seems that the Huobrow Monk is going to be ruthless." Yin Mengting saw the Huobrow Tudor activating the power of the magic weapon, and cast a concerned look at Xu Yang from a distance, while waving her hands and shouting: "Xu Xiaoxian, be careful."

A'Zhu on the side was not too worried that Xu Yang would lose to the Huomei monk on the opposite side. No one knew Xu Yang's strength better than A'Zhu. Although Xu Yang is only at the peak of the True Pill Realm, he possesses three True Pills and has more powerful magic than a Yuan Soul Realm monk. Coupled with the fact that Xu Yang possesses the Chakravartin Flame Spirit, the Blue Water Flame Spirit, the Golden Crow Buddha Flame Spirit, and the Dark Scale Demonic Beast, ordinary Yuanhun Realm monks are no match for Xu Yang. In particular, Xu Yang has the ability to channel the illusion of Mount Tai, which is enough to withstand a full blow from a Daoming realm monk.

At this moment, what makes A'Zhu a little worried is the two people behind Huomoutuo who have not yet taken action, Golden Boy and Qingyan Monk.

"The strength of the monk who looks like a child should be on par with Huomoutuo, but the big monk beside him gives people an unfathomable feeling, revealing the foundation of Daoming Realm cultivation, so he has to be on guard." A'Zhu's eyes were locked on every move of the two of them to prevent Xu Yang from suffering a loss.

At this moment, the Qingyan monk dressed as Zhang San was watching the battle expressionlessly, but he was thinking in his heart that this Huomiantuo was also a master who was bound to take revenge. He actually fully activated the power of the magic weapon after one move. This was to use the power of the magic weapon to make him stronger. Kill your opponent. I wonder if Xu Yang can withstand his blow. After all, it seems that Xu Yang is only at the True Alchemy Realm, while Huomoutuo is at the Yuanhun Realm. The film owner explained that Xu Yang was not allowed to have an accident when he was not led to the designated location. The worst he can do is break up his skin and let this Huomei Tuo go to hell.

Thinking of this, "Qingyan Monk" clenched one fist and slowly raised it to his chest, just like gathering momentum before a violent storm. There was a faint sound of thunder on the surface of the fist, and there was a trace of electric arc jumping.

A'Zhu, who was opposite, saw Qingyan Monk's actions from a distance and thought to himself, this monk with the highest level of cultivation was really going to intervene, so it seemed that he had to prepare in advance. A'Zhu put his hands together, raised them to his chest, and made a Suzaku-shaped handprint, ready to help Xu Yang at any time.

When Xu Yang saw Yin Mengting reminding him, he smiled indifferently, confident and chic. I thought to myself, Huo Mei Monk, I’m just waiting for you to make a serious move. Otherwise, I, Xu Xiaoxian, would have no reason to beat you to pieces. Killing the chicken to scare the monkey will make the other two monks aware of the situation and not dare to act rashly. In this way, A'Zhu and Miss Yin will be safer.

At this time, the two red eyebrows on Huomoutuo's eyebrows were already ignited with fire breath, which was a sign that his body was operating at full speed. The red fire purple gold bowl in his hand has been activated, and the power of the magic weapon suddenly appears. Circles of fiery red ripples spread out on the surface of the purple gold bowl, like a barrier of fire.

"Buddha Dharma - Thirty-six Red Fire Tigers!"

The next moment, Huomoutuo flipped his wrist, and the fire breath in the red fire and purple gold bowl kept rolling.

"Ouch-ouch——"

Accompanied by a shocking roar of beasts, a flaming tiger about ten feet in size jumped out from the red fire and purple gold bowl in Huomoutuo's hand.

One, two, three... in the blink of an eye, there are thirty-six flaming tigers. They either pounce, bite, tear, or roar, so terrifying. The same thing is that there is a pale golden Sanskrit character flashing in the middle of the forehead of each flaming tiger. Although these flaming tigers are transformed by flames, they are solid and real, and they are all blessed with the power of Buddha's words on the purple gold bowl. Their violence contains unparalleled Buddhist power.

The power of the beast king shakes the mountains, and the power of red fire burns the black and yellow.

There were faint flames jumping in Xu Yang's eyes, and he had already locked onto Huomoutuo's every move using the Flame Spirit Eyes. At this moment, in Xu Yang's eyes, the lightning-like technique of the Fire Brow Tuo seemed to slow down to a walk, and Xu Yang could clearly see the movements of the thirty-six flaming tigers.

"Thirty-six kittens? Kittens should look like kittens, and they should be good in front of this fairy." Xu Yang joked loudly.

He talks easily, but his actions are not sluggish.

"Ming Lin, help me perform the seventh level of the Ming Fire Technique." Xu Yang quickly transmitted the message.

"Master Xu Yang, I'm just waiting for you to call me. Hehe, the more violent it is, the more I, Ming Lin, will like it. I'll smash this bald guy's head!" Ming Lin responded quickly.

I saw Xu Yang clenching his fists and raising them high.

The power of the underworld scale turned into the shape of a black demonic dragon and coiled around his arm. At the same time, the blue water flame spirit was also fully activated by Xu Yang. The flame spirit transformed into a blue wave and rolled away with its fist as the center. Open, forming a large blue water barrier.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Yang swung down his raised fists. At the same time, the left and right halves of Xu Yang's brain used the dolphin brain splitting technique to activate two different techniques and merge them into one.

"Ghost Escape - Flame Spirit Ascension Dragon Break!"

This technique is the essence of the seventh level of the Nether Fire Technique, and is also an upgraded version of the sixth level of dragon-shaped fire. It further condenses the dragon-shaped fire into form and exerts the greater power of the underworld scales. At the same time, it is combined with the Flame Spirit Break in the Five Elements Flame Technique. Although the Blue Water Flame Spirit is a flame spirit, it possesses powerful blue water attributes. Ming Lin's demonic dragon body is originally a water animal. Dragon and water merge into one and complement each other, bringing out the maximum power of both.

"Xiao——"

The next moment, a sky-shattering dragon roar echoed between heaven and earth.

The fist wind transformed into shape, and a hundred-foot-long black dragon broke through the waves.

The dragon god's wrath shook the sky, and the blue water flame spirit turned the river upside down.

The sound of booming booming is endless.

The black crystal-like hundred-foot black dragon collided with the thirty-six flaming tigers on the opposite side.

The flame tigers were as vulnerable as kittens in front of the black dragon. They exploded one after another, sending sparks rolling and scattering all over the sky.

In the breath of fire, the hundred-foot-long black dragon moved forward without hesitation.

He was so frightened that the two flaming eyebrows on the eyebrows of the opposite Huo Mituo hung down like a weak cat's tail.

"Let me go, is this guy a True Alchemy Realm monk?"

In the panic, Huomoutuo sprayed a breath of essence on the red fire and purple gold bowl.

Drop by drop, the purple golden bowl suddenly turned into a size of more than ten feet, with fire rising on the surface. The purple golden bowl stands in front of Huomoutuo, with its mouth facing outward and its bottom facing in, like an extremely solid flaming copper wall.

"when!"

There was a loud explosion, and the transformed hundred-foot-long black dragon crashed into the purple golden bowl.

Squeak!

As soon as the two touched, arcs of electricity flew wildly, the red wind rolled back, and the void gave way.

The red fire purple gold bowl, which was more than ten feet in size, was pushed back by the head of the hundred-foot-long black dragon.

Huomou Tuo, who was hiding behind the Zijin Bowl, was also experienced in the battlefield, but he had never seen such an unreasonable attack from Xu Yang. He continued to play spells with both hands, and streaks of golden light fell on the bottom of the purple golden bowl. The patterns of the young monks sitting cross-legged on the red-fire and purple-gold alms bowl were extremely active. They quickly twisted the beads in their hands, activating the power of the magic weapon to the limit.

Countless Buddhist characters spewed out from the surface of the purple golden bowl, which was able to neutralize the black dragon's attack.

Xu Yang narrowed his eyes and said through the message: "Follow me and blow up the blazing head of this fiery eyebrow tuo."

"Underworld takes command!"

Immediately, with a pop, a pair of black flame wings spread out from behind Xu Yang, as if possessed by a demon god. Brush, leaving only a shadow in place. The next moment, Xu Yang's figure appeared in front of the purple golden bowl.

The wings of black flames behind Xu Yang were flapping incessantly, and the red blood soul refining technique in his body had been activated, and his muscles, bones, and flesh were instantly strengthened countless times. His eyes were red, and his fists kept punching out. Each punch had the shape of a black dragon, and was accompanied by continuous dragon roars. Countless fist shadows fell on the purple golden bowl like a stormy wave.

"Black Dragon Demon Fist!"

Xu Yang's iron fist relied on the powerful brute force of Ming Lin. As a member of the demon dragon clan, Ming Lin possesses two major talents. First, the most powerful divine consciousness, and the ability to lend the divine consciousness to the master. Secondly, the most powerful brute force, the demon dragon clan is already extremely powerful, and Ming Lin is the best among them.

Although Ming Lin is still far from his peak state at the moment, as Xu Yang's skill improves and the two become more proficient in cooperation, the power he can exert cannot be underestimated.

"No, Senior Brother Huamei's magic weapon, the Red Fire Purple Gold Bowl, is a magic weapon that focuses on fire attacks. The defensive power requires the blessing of the Buddha's words on it. The blessing of the Buddha's words is better for magical attacks. The effect is weaker, but the defense against brute force attacks is weaker." The golden boy who was watching the battle from a distance was sweating for Huomoutuo at this moment.

It was Xu Yang who saw the weakness of his magic weapon and chose to attack with brute force.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The Zijin Bo trembled wildly and flew backwards at a faster speed. A crack appeared in its outermost restraint.

Huomoutuo, who was hiding behind the purple golden bowl, suddenly panicked, his body flew upside down, and the magic formula in his hand was also messed up, and he stopped for a moment.

At this moment, Zijinbo's defense completely collapsed.

With a "buzz" sound, the red fire purple gold bowl suddenly shrank to the size of a palm due to being overwhelmed.

With a "dang" sound, the Zijin Bo was lifted high into the sky by Xu Yang's punch.

Without the obstruction of Zijinbo, Huomoutuo could clearly see Xu Yang's current state.

He saw that Xu Yang's fist had reached the tip of his nose, and the contemptuous smile on Xu Yang's lips was even more ironic.

"It's over, it's over. After receiving this punch, my head will definitely be deflated." Huo Meituo closed his eyes and his mind went blank.

At this moment, Xu Yang's fist stopped abruptly.

Xu Yang froze, holding one hand behind his back and saying: "Monk Huo Mei, I accept."

Huomoutuo broke out in cold sweat and was almost scared out of his body.

Seeing that Xu Yang didn't injure himself seriously, he quickly opened his eyes and stuttered, "I, I admit defeat."

"when!"

"oops."

From high in the sky, the red-fire and purple-gold bowl fell and hit Huomoutuo's bare head, creating a gash and causing blood to flow out. Huomoutuo quickly took back the purple golden bowl and covered the wound on his head with one hand, like a sick cat.

Ming Lin, who was lying on Xu Yang's shoulder, immediately said: "Hehe. I just want to smash this guy's head."

It's a long story. The fight between Xu Yang and Huomoutuo lasted only a dozen breaths, especially Xu Yang's last direct close attack with his fists, which made the golden boy who was watching the fight break into a cold sweat.

"Senior Brother Huamei." Golden Boy shouted, already holding the Buddha bell around his waist in his hand.

"Ding dong, jingle dong."

The Buddha bell shook violently, and the Sanskrit sound was as sharp as a sword.