True Immortal of the Netherworld

In a forest ten miles away from Red Feather Peak, a swirling purple wind suddenly appeared on the empty ground.

The purple wind swirled, and purple electric snakes spit out from the surface, and the surrounding void showed water-like fluctuations.

When the purple wind subsided, a man wearing a large purple robe and covering his face with the brim of a purple robe came out.

It was the man in purple who controlled the shadow master who controlled the siege of Yu Daomen and implemented the plan to take back the demon high priest.

The demon high priest was re-sealed in the Star Prison in the Number One Scholar Hall by Xu Yang and other eight young heroes, which meant that the purple-robed man's plan had failed.

The man in purple robe turned over one hand, and a crystal ball the size of a fist appeared in his palm. At this moment, the crystal ball was vibrating on its own, with purple magic wind and light and shadow rotating inside it.

"Huh?" The purple-robed man was a little confused, "Within a hundred miles, except for the demon clan's high priest Zi Qiluo, who else can burst out such a powerful elemental demon power in an instant? Even my two clones None of it reaches this level.”

The man in purple robe stared at the vibrating crystal ball in his hand, and with a slight exertion of his fingers, a stream of Dao Yuan magic power circled and poured into it.

After a few breaths, the crystal ball suddenly shone, and a picture was reflected in it.

In the picture, Xu Yang is riding on the back of a purple-gold demon scorpion, with the blood of Yuan Demon exploding, and the appearance of Yuan Magic with three heads and six arms appearing behind him. Many Bai Yufeng disciples who tried to stop him were turned into ashes under Xu Yang's purple fire demon fist. "

The purple-robed man was startled for a moment, and then looked in one direction, "The Yuan Demon bloodline in Xu Yang's body goes berserk. If it cannot be controlled, there are only two results. One is that the body is overwhelmed and violently dies. The other is Second, it is to become a true Yuan Demon King. Xu Yang can be regarded as my half child left in the mortal world. If I help him with the power of my blood, he will definitely be on the road to the Yuan Demon King. Going further and further. In the not-too-distant future, Xu Yang will become the real Yuan Demon King. Only the Western Region in the Zhongyuan Continent can accept him. And the Western Region with the Yuan Demon King will definitely receive attention from the Yuan Demon World. With support, the Western Region Demon Clan will rise again and dominate the entire Zhongyuan Continent.”

"Hahaha." The man in purple robe looked up to the sky and laughed. He clenched the crystal ball in his hand tightly, as if he was holding a world.

Next, the purple-robed man fled quickly in one direction. Every time he took a step, he was ten feet away. After a while, he disappeared at the far end of the ground.

...

Ten miles away from Baiyu Peak, Xu Yang fell into a state of rampant Yuanmo blood.

His original consciousness was annihilated by the violent Yuan Demon consciousness, and anyone or anything that posed a threat to him was treated as an object of destruction by his instinct.

In a short period of time, dozens of Bai Yufeng disciples who tried to attack Xu Yang were killed or injured by Xu Yang's domineering magic fist.

Several Bai Yufeng disciples who tried to get close to Xu Yang and launch an attack were killed by the demon scorpions under Xu Yang's seat, and their blood souls were sucked dry.

Qiong Huajun first arranged for several Bai Yufeng disciples to take the unconscious Yao Jun back to Bai Yufeng for treatment, and then loudly called on Bai Yufeng's disciples to retreat to a safe area.

Qionghua Jun stood at the far end, staring at Xu Yang, thinking quickly in his mind: "Right now, Yao Jun is seriously injured, and many Baiyu Peak disciples have suffered heavy casualties. With my own strength, even at my peak state, I have no confidence that I can suppress the violent Xu Yang, not to mention that there is a troublesome scorpion under Xu Yang. If he evacuates now, I am afraid that Xu Yang will fall into the devil's path and be unable to return. Coupled with that difficult scorpion, there are countless people from the Northern Territory. Will suffer."

Qionghuajun was in a dilemma. In desperation, she made a seal with one hand, and a white feather-shaped seal appeared on her fingertips. She said with a secret method of sound transmission: "Xu Yang, you have to calm down and stop killing. It’s hard to recover from a mistake.”

With the blessing of the secret method, the sound becomes transparent

Feather-shaped floated into Xu Yang's mind. The feathers exploded and turned into Qiong Huajun's voice, which shook and dispersed in Xu Yang's mind like rolling thunder.

The furious Xu Yang was slightly startled, and he covered his painful head with his hand.

"Who is it? Who is attacking me and giving me a headache? Xu Yang? Who is Xu Yang?" Xu Yang's eyes immediately locked on Qiong Huajun who was casting a spell at the far end.

Xu Yang's eyes exuded a cold light of revenge, and several magic lines quickly appeared on his forehead, centered on the magic swirl mark between his eyebrows. Around the head, a small swirling magic circle suddenly appeared.

While casting the spell, Qionghua Jun shouted: "Xu Yang, stop quickly. I know you can do it. You can suppress the evil thoughts with the power of Buddhism and the Holy Secret of Haoran in your body."

But at this time, Qiong Huajun's sound transmission and soul-suppressing technique could no longer enter Xu Yang's mind. It was completely isolated by the magic spiral barrier outside the head, and only tiny waves of light exploded near the head.

The power of Jinshan practiced by Xu Yang is an authentic Buddhist secret method. Combined with the Buddha's spiritual veins in his body, it can indeed contain the power of demons to a certain extent. The Haoran Holy Technique is a Confucian secret method unique to Lu Qingyun, the first person in the Zhongyuan Continent, but Xu Yang only learned fragments and superficial knowledge.

For Xu Yang right now, the greatest power in his body is the power of Yuanmo's bloodline, which has overwhelmed all other means. Under the pressure of the Yuan Demon's bloodline, anyone who is not in tune with his will will fall into a deep sleep, such as Ming Lin who turned into a small ball, A'Zhu in the egg shell, and the other three flame spirits.

"Those who try to control me should also die." Xu Yang looked at Qiong Huajun in the distance opposite and said coldly.

The demon scorpion under Xu Yang's seat added fuel to the fire and said: "King Xu Yang, Master Xu Yang. Kill the lady in white across from you. There are many bad guys a hundred miles north of here. Where do we go, kill them Kill them all. Hey."

The Purple Gold Demon Scorpion muttered in his heart: "With the help of Xu Yang's power, we can easily kill everyone here. This Demon Scorpion can also take the opportunity to suck the blood souls of more human monks. This trip to the Zhongyuan Realm is not in vain. . The lifespan and energy consumed by me before using the technique of shedding skin and reincarnation must be compensated. This demon scorpion can eat anything, but it never suffers."

"Kill!" Xu Yang spat out cold words.

At this moment, Scorpion's words sounded very pleasant to Xu Yang's ears. It is Xu Yang's current instinct to possess powerful power and eliminate all beings that pose a threat to him.

Xu Yang raised his right fist, aimed at Qionghua Jun, and punched it in the air.

"Fist technique - Purple Lion Wind Fire!"

Punch out!

Magical power!

Violent demonic wind and purple fire erupted from the surface of the fist. The wind helps the fire, and the fire is ignited by the wind.

A huge ball of purple wind and fire twisted and turned into the shape of a ten-foot-sized purple lion's head, biting towards where Lord Qiong Hua was.

"Hey -" Seeing that his spell casting failed and could not awaken Xu Yang's original consciousness, Qiong Huajun knew the danger he was facing.

Qiong Huajun's snow-chasing sword came out from his hand.

"Kendo-Chasing Snow!"

The sword comes out!

Snowy land!

A band of flying snow spit out from the surface of the sword, and the flying snow transformed into the shape of a white crane.

The two moves collided, and the purple lion became devouring, biting the white crane's sword to pieces.

Fortunately, Qiong Huajun was already prepared, and a white snow flew out of his body and disappeared in place.

boom!

Where Qiong Huajun had just landed, earth and rocks flew away, and a large pit appeared on the ground. The earth and rocks in the pit were burned into hot streams by the power of the purple fire.

The next moment, dozens of feet away.

A streak of flying snow revealed the true form of Lord Qionghua.

At this moment, Qionghuajun's chest was rising and falling, and her internal injuries had not yet healed.

The burden of even casting a spell is certainly not small.

Qiong Huajun, who had always been calm, couldn't help but look horrified. She looked in the direction of Xu Yang and said nervously: "Xu Yang is so powerful now. But if this continues, his meridians and physique will be overwhelmed, and there will be Possibility of body explosion.”

Xie Zi, who was sitting under Xu Yang, said loudly: "Master Xu Yang, where are you ladies?"

With that said, the Scorpion turned around and raised one of its pincers to point at the place where Qiong Huajun had just appeared.

Xu Yang raised a hand and slapped it on Scorpion's head. Where the palm landed, a circle of purple wind flew up.

"Shut up, I saw it."

The Scorpion's head was forced to lower, with stars in his eyes and pain in his heart, but he did not dare to say anything.

"kill!"

Before he finished speaking, Xu Yang punched out again.

Punch out!

The fist wind immediately turned into a ten-foot-sized wind and fire lion head and rushed towards him.

Qionghua Jun cried out in his heart, "Here we go again."

The snow-chasing sword in her hand hurriedly stretched out, rolling up a stream of flying snow.

As soon as the sword intention transformed into crane wings, it was swallowed up by Xu Yang's purple lion fist move.

Qiong Huajun cast another spell to dodge, but it was already half a beat too late.

boom!

Qiong Huajun's body was suddenly blown away by the blast of wind.

A hundred feet away, Qionghua Jun fell to the ground, his shoulders stained red.

"Rush over and kill her." Xu Yang said coldly.

Demonic Scorpion understood immediately, stepped on his feet alternately under his belly, and rushed towards Qiong Huajun's location with a rumble.

Qiong Huajun stumbled to her feet, her face looking very ugly. Her pupils reflected the demonic scorpion with its teeth and claws, and the cold Xu Yang on the demonic scorpion's back who looked like another person.

The Scorpion was very fast, covering a distance of a hundred feet in the blink of an eye.

The big guy raised a pincer high to see where Qiong Huajun was and clamped it down.

"I grabbed this girl in white clothes and sucked her blood soul. The fresh fragrance of flying snow is really a great tonic." The Scorpion had already smelled the bloody smell overflowing from Qionghua Jun's wounds in the air. It was special. The white snow blood soul made it excited.

Times of crisis.

In front of Qiong Huajun, a cluster of blue stars curled up.

Among the stars, a person walked out.

This man has white hair and a childlike face, wearing a large blue Confucian robe with star palace patterns, and a "seven-star Haotian crown" on his head. The Haotian Crown is towering, and the seven "starry sky gems" inlaid on it are as dazzling as seven stars.

Without him, it was Lan Xingjun, the master of Lan Yu Peak who hurriedly came here and also served as the great elder of Yu Dao Sect.

"Junior sister, don't panic, senior brother is here, how can we allow evil spirits to run rampant."

The blue Confucian robe is flying behind Lan Xingjun, and blue stars are rolling on the surface. In the dark blue soul realm around its body, the light of stars hangs down, as if the whole person comes from the outer starry sky.

Lan Xingjun's unique star body was activated instantly. Between his eyebrows, a golden halo spread out, and seven tiny star points appeared on the surface of his forehead. Confucian runes overflowed from the surface of the star point, and then disappeared into the skin.

And Lan Xingjun's body reached the "half-step virtual fairyland" directly, without even a moment of pause in the middle.

Half-step to the virtual fairyland may be Lan Xingjun’s true cultivation level.

Without stopping for a moment, Lan Xingjun turned over with one hand, and a three-foot Confucian sword appeared in his hand. The surface of this Confucian sword is engraved with seven-star patterns, emitting seven-color brilliance, and a majestic energy comes out.

A gentleman wears a sword to show his virtue.

He is a swordsman.

He is a gentleman swordsman.

He is a gentleman swordsman with awe-inspiring aura.

Immediately afterwards, Lan Xingjun slashed the Seven-Star Sword in his hand outwards, blocking the scorpion's falling pincers.