True Immortal of the Netherworld

The eight giant beasts in the sky looked down. The eight heads stretched out their noses and swayed back and forth to smell, and then said: "Why did I smell the scent of the two guys, Yu Yao and Ming Lin? Could it be these two men? The defeated general is willing to become the spiritual pet of human beings, which really disgraces the face of our scale dragon beast family. "

"What's the big deal? You haven't gathered powerful power with the help of the faith of many mortals in the East China Sea. I, the gray-scaled dragon rain demon, have never been afraid of you, the eight-headed boy." Gui Gu Changyang raised the sword on his waist. There was a lot of gray demonic energy, and the slightly hoarse voice of the gray-scaled dragon came out of the demonic aura.

"And I, Nether Scale." The black scale armor on Xu Yang's body flashed and turned into a small ball covered with black scales, suspended in Xu Yang's palm.

When the eight giant beasts saw this, they couldn't help but chuckle, and then said with disdain: "One has lost his body, and the other has degenerated into the original ball of scale dragon, and he is still talking so shamelessly. By the way, the big black guy is the one who absorbed your body. It was my strength that allowed me to recover quickly from my last serious injury.”

The white-robed boy with two horns couldn't hide his excitement when he saw that he had successfully summoned a clone of the Eight-Qi Scaled Dragon.

"I did it, father. I did it, concubine." The waves of joy in her heart grew higher and higher, and for a moment she even forgot to command the eight-qi scale dragon to launch an attack.

"Why are you still standing there, my son? Your opportunity to make a great contribution is right in front of you. Use the power of the Eight-Qi Scale Jiao to defeat these people. Let your brothers see that you are the true heir of my Scale Jiao Clan. ." The voice of the Emperor of the East China Sea came to the ears of the boy in white robe and two horns.

"Yes, Father." The boy in white robe and horns replied simply.

Immediately, he pointed to the opposite side with his hand, a fierce look in his eyes, his white robe flying behind him, and said coldly: "Master Yaqi, help me defeat these people."

"Of course. Since you have endured the fate of the scale dragon that I sent down, you are the one I recognize. From now on, you will be my spokesperson in the East China Sea. You have to help me gather more believers. The more people believe, the more people will believe in me." Make me stronger." The eight-headed beast replied.

The eight-headed beast rolled its eyes and did not attack immediately. Instead, he said: "I am in a good mood today. I will give you people a chance. If you choose to kneel before me and take me as your faith, I will spare your life." ”

"Don't listen to Ba Touzai's lies. Its body has just recovered and needs to absorb more soul power to fully recover. If you choose to believe in it, it will drain everyone's soul power without hesitation." Gray demonic energy In the middle, the voice of the gray-scaled rain demon came out again.

At this time, Liu Haiyu stepped forward, dressed in blue clothes like Ruoshui, with his right arm stretched out straight, a blue water wave in his palm, and in an instant it turned into a blue Ruoshui sword.

"How can I, Liu Haiyu, allow my cultivation path to be tainted by an eight-headed monster like you? The Dao sword in my hand is my faith, which is the only and unchanging one." Liu Haiyu said loudly.

"You ungrateful human beings should die."

The eight-headed beast let out a cold snort, and its eight heads shook back and forth. Powerful demonic energy rolled away like dark clouds, and red, yellow, and green light waves visible to the naked eye swayed from the tips of its eight noses.

"It's the power of Baqi illusion, everyone, be careful." The gray scale dragon immediately reminded.

But at the next moment, these three-color light waves quickly swept across the entire space.

Xu Yang quickly mobilized his soul power to resist. Xu Yang's soul power is not unpowerful, but it cannot resist these three-color light waves at all, just like light passing through a mirror, it penetrates into the body.

Buzz!

Xu Yang felt a sudden buzzing in his head, as if the heads of eight scaly dragons were biting his limbs and torso. But in his originally clear eyes, there were three-color circles, and his eyes were as dull as a puppet.

"Master Xu Yang, you must guard your mind." At this time, Ming Lin had turned into a black scale ball and was suspended in Xu Yang's Zi Mansion space, reminding him loudly. But only a moment later, Ming Lin was also imprisoned by this force. The Chakravartin Flame Spirit, the Golden Crow Buddha Flame Spirit, and the Blue Water Flame Spirit within Xu Yang's body suddenly lost their previous activity and fell into a deep sleep.

Next to Xu Yang, Gui Gu Changyang, A'Zhu, and Yun Qiao'er were also imprisoned by the three-color light waves released by the eight-qi scale dragon, as if they were puppets.

At the moment when the three-color light wave struck, a circle of aqua-blue Dao formation swirled on Liu Haiyu's body.

The Tao formation rotated rapidly, like four light shields rotating around his body. When the strange three-color light waves touched the Tao formation, wisps of silver electric snakes popped out, and the two forces continued to clash. For a moment, the three-color light waves were unable to touch Liu Haiyu's body.

But as the Baqi scale dragon continued to release energy, network-like cracks began to appear on the defensive array outside Liu Haiyu's body, making crackling noises, and seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

"What a powerful illusion." Liu Haiyu felt the strong pressure, holding Ruoshui Sword in both hands, with the tip of the sword facing up, and placed it on his chest.

Liu Haiyu's face looked solemn, and his eyes as clear as water slowly closed.

In the Zifu space in his body, the golden glazed Nascent Soul clasped its small hands in front of his chest, closing its eyes as if holding a sword.

Suddenly, Liu Haiyu opened his eyes, and the third eye between his eyebrows opened together with his eyes. The sound of gurgling water comes from the Dharma Eyes, like the tinkling of spring water, or like a sacred Taoist song.

Immediately afterwards, a wisp of azure light emerged from the Dharma Eyes, jumping nimbly like a musical note, instantly weaving a blue aura of green lotus.

The aura green lotus is only about an inch in size. It is transformed by the ultimate divine power, but it looks like the real thing, only more crystal clear and bright. The small spiritual light green lotus looks like a bud ready to blossom, but it emits indescribable power, which is the original power of Taoism.

The green Daolian slowly spun and sank into the Ruoshui sword in Liu Haiyu's hand.

The azure Ruoshui Sword made a clear sword sound, and a green lotus suddenly appeared on the sword body. The petals of the lotus stretched out. The sword intention turned into an unparalleled blue sword energy and shot straight into the sky. The powerful power of Qingming was in the sky. Spread out in the sky, among the colorful mist, there are hundreds of millions of stars hovering, their light is sacred and silent, as if they have arrived from another world.

At the same time, the Ruoshui sword in Liu Haiyu's hand turned into little stars and disappeared.

"The green lotus serves as a guide, and the heart of the stars is like water three thousand feet long, and the sword's intention falls on the Milky Way."

As Liu Haiyu chanted the curse, he slashed down with both hands as if holding a sword.

"Buzz!"

The whole world shook, and a huge blue sword suddenly appeared in the sky. This sword looked very similar to the Ruoshui Sword, but it was not physical. The lotus-like Dao patterns on the sword body rotated endlessly, emitting a clear and spiritual Dao sound.

"Qinglian Sword Song—Principal Source Stars!"

The sword fell, and the Milky Way flew up.

It's the sword's edge, it's the starlight, it's the extremely vast sword note, just like a fairy sword.

The target seems to be the eight-headed scale dragon on the opposite side.

"What kind of trick is this?" The eight-headed scale dragon no longer looked proud and asked in horror.

The eight heads of the eight-headed scale dragon shook back and forth in panic, and it was already too late to dodge.

Tsk tsk tsk!

Countless lights and shadows transformed by sword energy struck the neck of the Eight-Qi Scale Jiao, numbering in the millions.

"It hurts!"

Amidst the strange screams of the eight-headed beast, his first head was cut off, followed by the second, third, fourth, until the fifth head was cut off.

The technique is still being activated, and it seems that it will cut off all eight heads of the Yamata-scaled dragon before it stops.

At the same time, the confinement technique imposed on Xu Yang and others by the Eight-Qi Scale Jiao was instantly removed, and the three-color halo in their eyes disappeared, returning to their previous clear color.

The eight-qi scale dragon was injured, and the boy in white robe and two horns who summoned it also showed pain on his face. He knelt down on one knee and gasped for air.

At this moment, Liu Haiyu's body stagnated, his face was as pale as paper, the third eye between his eyebrows slowly closed, and his whole aura plummeted. His vision went dark, and he fell backwards. Ruoshui Jian whined and automatically returned to Liu Haiyu's body. Liu Haiyu fainted, and the "Path Source Star" technique he activated suddenly disappeared. The golden colored glaze-like Nascent Soul in Liu Haiyu's body also fell to the ground.

"Brother Liu!"

Xu Yang shouted, with the red fire wings curling behind his back, he flew over and held Liu Haiyu up, preventing him from falling.

"Hai Yu."

Yun Qiaoer, dressed in white, ran over regardless of her illness, her white clothes bouncing messily.

"How's Haiyu doing? It's all my fault. He used the Qinglian Secret Technique once before to save me. If he forced it again, his body would naturally not be able to withstand it." Yun Qiaoer looked at Liu Haiyu who was in a coma and said anxiously.

Liu Haiyu opened his eyes, but was unable to activate his true energy, and said slowly: "I'm fine."

Seeing Liu Haiyu wake up, Yun Qiaoer burst into tears and burst into tears.

"You and I have different abilities, but our blue water flame spirits are twins. Let me use the blue water flame spirit to help you heal your injuries." Xu Yang said.

Liu Haiyu smiled gratefully, nodded slightly, and then sat cross-legged.

Xu Yang's consciousness moved, and in the Zifu space, the blue water flame spirit like a dolphin jumped up and disappeared from the place.

The next moment, a dolphin-like flame about the size of an inch protruded from his fingertips.

Xu Yang stretched out his fingertips and touched Liu Haiyu's vest. The blue water flame spirit flashed and disappeared into Liu Haiyu's body.

The blue water flame spirit was originally a pair of twins. Xu Yang's blue water flame spirit entered Liu Haiyu's body without any sense of disobedience.

After a moment, a blue water shadow emerged from Liu Haiyu's body, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a ball of clear water.

The wounds caused by overdraft on the meridians and soul in his body healed quickly.

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"The sword move is gone? This really shocked me." In the sky, with only three heads left, the Yamata-scaled dragon said happily.

"How could I lose to you weak humans?"

After saying this, the eight-headed scale dragon's whole body trembled, and its severed neck regrown its head at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a moment, the eight heads were intact, and at the same time, a force fell on the boy in the white robe and horns.

The boy in the white robe with two horns suddenly became full of energy. He stood up again from his half-kneeling position, his cloak flying like waves behind him.

"This damn eight-headed boy, this is how powerful he is. If you don't cut off eight of its heads at once, its head can regenerate." The gray-scaled dragon rain demon said angrily.

On the warship, the Emperor of the East China Sea looked at the ups and downs of the battle in front of him and sighed. When he saw the eight-foot-scaled dragon being beheaded and his most proud youngest son kneeling on one knee, he almost took action. But seeing that the eight heads of the Baqi scale dragon had recovered and that his youngest son was safe and sound, he said happily: "He is worthy of being the god of faith of my scale dragon tribe. He is almost immortal."

"This time, let's see what other tricks you have to deal with me. I'm going to eat you all. Jie Jie Jie." The strange laughter of the Eight-Qi Scale Jiao was heard high in the sky.

Harsh and unforgiving.