True Immortal of the Netherworld

In the green fire demon realm, the purple sun hangs high.

Qingshui Renhe and Blood Monk met Fan and Cai, two elite disciples of Qinglian Dojo.

As a true evil cultivator, Qingshui Ren secretly suddenly urged his human puppet Blood Monk to launch an attack.

The first rule of evil cultivation is to strike first to gain the upper hand.

Circles of blood-red soul realms spread out like ripples with the Blood Monk's body as the center, and everything he passed was stained with blood red. This was the blood soul realm that he was good at.

At this time, the bloody runes on the surface of the gilded incense burner above the Blood Monk's head were flowing continuously, and the whole person rushed toward the opposite side like an angry rooster.

The evil art of making puppets directly from living people has been lost in Zhongyuan Continent for a long time. Therefore, Fan and Cai on the opposite side did not know that "Blood Monk" was just a puppet.

"You're such a thief monk, you didn't say a word, but you actually took action first! Brother Fan, leave this bald head to me." When Brother Cai saw this, he shouted loudly.

The implication is that Senior Brother Fan will deal with the other Qingshui people. Two against two, you probably won't suffer.

Fan and Cai can be regarded as elite disciples in the Qinglian Dojo. Their cultivation levels are at the middle stage of Yuanhun Realm, and they are swordsmen who are good at using swords.

Junior Brother Cai was quite confident in his swordsmanship. When he saw the blood monk hit him, he concluded that the gilded incense burner above the blood monk's head was probably his weapon. After all, his head is not as flexible as his arms, so he is still confident that he can block the opponent's impact.

Junior Brother Cai's eyes turned cold, and he thought to himself, whether your bald head is tougher, the sword in the poor Taoist hand is sharper.

He took a step forward, mana poured into the Dao sword in his hand, and the sword's intention exploded instantly. The green lotus pattern engraved on the surface of the Dao sword flickered, and then it made a buzzing sound, like a war horse out of battle, with awe-inspiring fighting spirit.

"Thirteen Swords with Overlapping Shadows!"

In an instant, the slashed sword produced thirteen sword shadows, each of which was solid and real, with runes like golden snakes flowing continuously on the surface of the sword's edge. The sword energy stacked up like a tide and moved towards the opponent's face.

At this time, Qingshui Ren, who was standing behind the Blood Monk, kept staring at the actions of the two of them. He curled his lips and said, "It's not that easy to kill my Blood Monk brother."

I saw the man in Qingshui making the secret with one hand, a little apart.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, and a large cloud of blood-colored mist spewed out from the gilded incense burner above the blood monk's head. In the mist, there was a blood-soul snake tumbling, and a sickening bloody air spread.

The blood monk's figure was completely wrapped in this blood mist, making it difficult to see the clues.

Junior Brother Cai narrowed his eyes and held his breath. But he found that the blood mist on the opposite side actually blocked his consciousness and sight. The sword strike was not accurate at all, and he stabbed directly into the blood mist.

"Dang-dang-dang...dang-dang-dang..." There was a harsh sound of metal collision.

Arcs of electricity flew around, and sword energy flew around.

The power of the sword move surged, the blood mist exploded, and the blood monk's body appeared again. But at this time, the gilded incense burner above the blood monk's head was more than three times larger than before. Like a shield, it completely blocked the opponent's sword moves, but the blood monk's body was not cut by the sword moves.

It's really a good human weapon.

The blood monk's forward momentum was also blocked by Junior Brother Cai's sword moves.

"Hmph! The blood soul magic is nothing more than that."

Junior Brother Cai snorted coldly, looking at the blood monk's heart, he wanted to activate the series of sword moves again.

But Junior Brother Cai suddenly discovered that the Dao sword in his hand suddenly became extremely heavy, and the mana he activated could not be injected smoothly into it.

Only then did he realize that there were seven or eight bloody runes on the surface of the Dao sword in his hand. Those bloody runes were like living bloody snakes wandering around on the surface of his sword, creating a sense of filth and imprisonment. The force completely severed the connection between his consciousness and the Dao sword.

At this time, the blood monk's eyes flashed with blood, and he spat out one word, "Kill!"

Cold and ruthless.

Immediately, another attack came towards Junior Brother Cai.

"Junior Brother Cai, be careful, there is a ghost in this bald monk." Senior Brother Fan behind him reminded loudly as he took a big step and stabbed diagonally with the Dao sword in his hand, trying to stop the bloody monk on the opposite side.

At this moment, Qingshui Man had already made a move.

The black Taoist robe flying around him was flying, and there was a blue light flashing under his feet. It was the water escape technique that he was good at. His movements were weird, but his speed was extremely fast, like a black bird flapping its wings on the water, he was close in the blink of an eye.

"My surname is Fan, I have fought against you."

The words have fallen! The sword comes out!

Sword energy! Shocking waves!

Qingshui Ren is not only a swordsman, but also a spell master who is good at Taoist spells. He combined the Taoist talisman technique with the corpse-driving puppet technique of the Ghost Sect to exorcise corpses, and created his human pole puppet Fu Bing Xue Monk. It can be said that Mr. Qingshui is also a genius of cultivation, but he has embarked on the path of evil cultivation.

When Brother Fan saw the Qingshui people coming, he was forced to stop and stretched out a sword in front of him.

Coincidentally, both of their martial arts are water-attributed, and their sword moves are also water-attributed attack routines.

The swordsmanship of both is extraordinary. The collision of swords is like a torrent attacking each other, making it difficult to separate.

At this time, Junior Brother Cai looked anxious. He turned his left hand and a blue Taoist talisman appeared between his two fingers. The talisman was painted with a delicate green lotus pattern, and it glowed faintly.

"The green lotus shines in the world and cleanses away the evil spirits."

He skillfully attached the Qinglian Dao Talisman to the surface of the Dao sword in his hand.

The green lotus Taoist talisman burst open, revealing a palm-sized green lotus shadow. The green lotus shadow swirled, sending out circles of blue ripples that washed the surface of the Tao sword. The blood-colored runes originally wrapped around the surface of the Dao sword let out a wailing sound, turning into a rolling blood mist that spread out.

Junior Brother Cai's consciousness instantly connected with the Dao sword in his hand again.

Although Junior Brother Cai's reaction was not slow, the gilded incense burner above Monk Blood's head was already in front of him.

Junior Brother Cai hurriedly held the Dao sword in his hand across his chest.

There was a loud "boom".

As the blood mist exploded, Junior Brother Cai's body flew ten feet away. My chest felt tight, and a mouthful of bright red spurted out far away. Holding the sword in one hand and supporting the ground, he barely managed not to fall.

The Blood Monk's body just flipped backwards, and then he rushed forward again, completely fighting for his life.

"Whenever this monk attacks, he uses a close-range fighting style. Isn't he afraid of death? He is simply not human." Junior Brother Cai said in surprise.

Senior Brother Fan on the other side only had a few encounters with Qingshui Ren, and he knew that the opponent's cultivation level was not inferior to his own, and it was not easy to win. Seeing that Junior Brother Cai had suffered a loss, he struck out with three swords in a row and took the opportunity to fly upside down and return to Junior Brother Cai.

"Junior Brother Cai, you are injured."

"It doesn't matter, I just fell in love with that thief monk." As he said this, Junior Brother Cai took out an earth-colored healing pill and swallowed it. His pale complexion softened a lot under the nourishment of the pills.

"Can you still hold on?"

Junior Brother Cai nodded.

The two looked at each other and already had a plan in mind to deal with the enemy.

Fan and Cai often perform tasks together on weekdays, and their cooperation can be said to be in perfect harmony.

They were side by side, one holding a sword in his left hand and the other holding a sword in his right hand. The two Dao swords were straight forward and stuck together, becoming one.

Immediately afterwards, circles of light blue soul power emitted from their feet. Miraculously, their soul power fluctuations matched perfectly, and their soul realms actually merged into one.

In an instant, the two people's martial arts auras continued to rise, and their Taoist robes flew like waves.

Immediately, the two threw out the Dao swords in their hands.

The two Dao swords fit tightly together, turned around, and in an instant they were about ten feet in size.

"Sword Formation Double-flow Sword Slash!"

The next moment, the sword's edge was in full bloom, and the shadows of two hundred swords appeared out of thin air. The power of the sword array was suddenly overshadowed.

The heavy rain of sword array is terrifying!

Just when Fan and Cai took action, Qingshui Ren also made a move.

On the ground in front of him, the soil rolled and the eight yellow paper talisman soldiers from before came out.

At this moment, eight yellow paper talisman soldiers surrounded the blood monk.

"Two in one? I will give you a nine in one." While shouting, Qingshui Man played a strange magic formula in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the eight yellow paper talisman soldiers flashed, and they actually submerged into the blood monk's body.

The next moment, the bones in the blood monk's body creaked, and his body had grown by half. Clusters of arcs of electricity were flying around on the surface of his body, and his physical aura suddenly increased several times, even faintly surpassing that of the Soul Realm.

These eight talisman soldiers are all refined from the blood soul of the blood monk. They can be said to be the eight talisman clones of the blood monk. Although they are not as intelligent as ordinary clones, they can increase the blood monk's physical strength several times in a short period of time.

This is also what Qingshui people have tried many times. The eight talisman soldiers blessing the blood monk are already the limit. Otherwise, the puppet's body, which is as powerful as the blood monk, will not be able to sustain the powerful energy and will self-destruct.

"Human weapons!"

The next moment, the blood on the blood monk's body surface rolled like a tide, and he rushed out like a beast in the river of blood, fearless and unafraid of death.

"Boom boom boom!"

The sword array collided with the human pole puppet, and the power of the moves was stagnant in the sky, like thunder exploding from the sky.

The strong wind rolled back, the sword shadow cut, and the blood mist billowed.

After a long while, the residual power of both sides' moves dissipated, and it was almost a draw.

But at this time, the blood monk's red cassock was completely broken, and there were sword marks on his body. Strangely, the sword wounds all over his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The Blood Monk was still expressionless, and scars were a common occurrence for him.

"Brother Blood Monk, they ruined your clothes again. When you get back, I'll give you a new one. But if these two people hurt you, they will have to pay with their lives."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qingshui Ren had already sacrificed the Dao sword in his hand. What was thrown together with the Dao sword was a stack of yellow paper talismans.

The Dao sword swelled in the wind, turning into a size of more than ten feet, and dozens of slender water lines burst out from the surface. Every water line is comparable to a sharp sword edge. And that stack of yellow paper talismans? Like hummingbirds, they surround the main body of the Dao sword, connected by electric arcs, and blessed by the power of the powerful talisman array.

Although the Taoist sword used by Qingshui Ren is an imitation of the Ruoshui sword, it is still a top-quality Taoist sword with water attributes. Coupled with his Taoist talisman formation technique, it cannot be underestimated.

"Sword Formation Great Waterfall Talisman Sword Cut!"

Instantly, the Dao sword buzzed, and a large sword shadow appeared. The power of the sword array was like a waterfall hanging upside down.

Being able to easily launch such a large-scale sword array move by himself means that Qingshui Ren's physical strength has improved a lot compared to before.

The Blood Monk is Qingshui Man's human puppet. Functionally speaking, he is not just his weapon. Because there is a wisp of Qingshui Ren's split soul on it, it can also help him practice his body together. As a result, Qingshui people's mental strength far exceeds that of monks of the same level, and their physical and mental training can often get twice the result with half the effort.

Opposite them, Fan and Cai had just performed the merged sword move, which put a heavy load on their bodies. If you want to deal with Qingshui Ren's ultimate move, it will be difficult to deal with it.

With such a close distance, it would be too late for the two of them to run away.