The stick monk of the Demon Hall listened to the order and suppressed the three demons with me. Monk Jiuheng looked fierce, raised his arms high, and the copper ring on his arm rattled.

After more than 100 stick monks listened to the order, they all urged the demon suppression array, and the powerful power of the formation instantly suppressed the three demon venerables who were surrounded in the middle.

The performance of the three Demon Venerables was suppressed by the power of the formation from the peak of the second layer of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm to the level of the first layer of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm.

And the Jiuheng Monk and the Jiuku Monk are the pinnacle of the second layer of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm. In this way, the three Demon Venerables were at a disadvantage in cultivation regardless of whether they were facing the Jiuheng Monk or the Jiukuan Monk opposite, so that the three of them did not dare to act rashly.

The Purple Blood Demon Venerable said angrily: "It's this move again. ”

The Purple Wind Demon Venerable said sharply: "These thieves and monks are really annoying, this time I must kill them more before I can relieve my hatred." ”

The Purple Shadow Demon Venerable frowned slightly: "Everyone is at a relative disadvantage in our skills now, we must protect the clone of the Demon Lord." ”

The finished glyph of the three demon lords protected the demon lord's clone "Jiuchi Monk" in it.

Yaksha Cangyue glanced at the two menacing monks opposite, his eyes fell on the body of the Jiuheng monk, and he quickly calculated in his heart: "This Jiuheng monk is the key to the demon formation, as long as he is defeated, the demon formation can be broken, and the crisis can be resolved." ”

With a judgment, Yaksha Cangyue's eyes were cold, and he said coldly: "Monk Jiuheng, let my Shadow Left Envoy teach you the Buddhist exercises." ”

When the words fell, Yaksha Cangyue urged the body, and pinched out the strange trick with both hands. Above the fingertips, a black aura swirled non-stop.

Then, Yaksha Cangyue turned his hands into sword fingers and clicked a few times on the four points on his chest.

With his fingers dropped, the entrances on his four key points opened instantly.

A powerful, sealed ghost path power suddenly emanated from the body of the Yaksha Cangyue. His body overflowed with a swirling black spiritual power, whipping the void like a whip.

At the same time, circles of inky soul realms fluctuated from the feet of the Yaksha Cangyue, and wherever they passed, the yin qi rolled, and the ghosts swirled, as if the underworld had descended.

At this moment, although there is no obvious change in the facial features of the Yaksha Cangyue, there is a pitch-black Yaksha ghost pattern on both sides of the face, exuding the breath of the Great Ghost King.

Behind him, the dark green pine robe flew horizontally, and the whole person was like a Yaksha god of war from Hades.

But seeing that there was an afterimage behind Yaksha Cangyue, he pounced towards the Jiuheng monk opposite.

At this moment, an emerald green aura flashed, and a thin figure blocked in front of Monk Jiuheng, who was Monk Jiuheng.

"Senior brother, leave this person to me to deal with, you can lead the stick monks of the Demon Suppression Array to deal with those three demons. Monk Jiuku said loudly.

"Howler. Senior brother, be careful. Monk Jiuheng responded.

The Nine Dry Monks clasped their hands together, and as soon as they urged the Gong Body, a tall dead tree suddenly appeared behind him.

There was not a single leaf on the dead tree, but there were pale golden runes wandering on the surface.

With the blessing of the Nine Withered Monks, the surface of the huge dead tree behind him grew green branches and leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it was lush, exuding a powerful wood spirit aura.

"Buddhism - the art of withering glory!"

Suddenly, the seemingly thin and short body of the Nine Dry Monk erupted with the power of the wood attribute, and circles of green vine light and shadow stretched and spread under his feet, and the soul domain had already materialized.

"The skill body of this shadow left envoy is a mutated ghost path skill body, which should not be underestimated. If I don't show some real skills, I'm afraid it will be difficult to win. The monk judged in his heart.

The next moment, the Nine Dry Monks fought with the Yaksha Cangyue.

The two punched and kicked each other, blowing up a circle of spiritual power fluctuations that were visible to the naked eye.

In just a few rounds, Yaksha Cangyue had an estimate of the combat power of the Nine Withered Monks.

"This Nine Dry Monk is worthy of being the top monk of the Golden Buddha Temple, his

Combat power is by no means below me. If I keep fighting with him like this, the three Demon Venerables on the other side whose skills are suppressed by the formation will definitely fall into disadvantage. It seems that the only way to do this is to use the Yaksha Three Transformations. ”

Yaksha Cangyue's figure stretched backwards, his hands pinched out strange spells, and above his fingertips, green lines of fire swam, and in the blink of an eye, the magic seal of the head of a "Yaksha ghost" with green fire hair appeared. The seal was only three inches in size, but it was as solid as the real Yaksha ghost's head.

The seal of the head of the "Yaksha ghost" levitated upward, and suddenly reached the height of the jaw of the Yaksha Cangyue. Yaksha Cangyue's eyes flashed with determination, and when he opened his mouth and inhaled, a golden light rolled out, and he actually sucked the "Yaksha Ghost" Dharma Seal into his mouth.

Immediately after, Yaksha Cangyue's body shook, and a circle of green ghost flames burst out of his body, and his hair also turned into a green flame like a Yaksha ghost.

His whole person looked more like a Yaksha ghost god from Hades. And his physical aura became even more violent and fiery.

Gurgling, Yaksha Cangyue's shoulder bones rattled.

There were two pops, and as two green flames ignited around his neck, there was an additional head on his shoulder, which was the same as his body.

"Secret method - Yaksha Three Changes!"

The body of the Yaksha Cangyue was divided into three, revealing three ordinary Yaksha Cangyue bodies. The three figures swayed back and forth rapidly, and when they stood firm again, they could no longer distinguish which one was the main body.

Without stopping for a moment, the three bodies of the Yaksha Cangyue pinched the mantra at the same time, and chanted the mantra in unison: "The silver moon hides the shadow, the ghosts and gods are invisible, and the Yaksha changes three ......times."

Airplanes!

For a while, a huge round of silver moon magic appeared in the void. In the middle of the Silver Moon Method, the face of a Yaksha ghost with green flame hair looms.

Before, this person used this trick to restrain the body of the "Senior Brother of Jiuchi". Be careful. Just when the Yaksha Cangyue urged the "Yaksha Three Changes" technique, the Nine Dry Monks guessed a rough idea at once.

The silver moon conjured up by the Yaksha Cangyue cast a large area of swirling silver light, and a silver and bright enchantment was enveloped in it along with the Nine Withered monks on the opposite side.

The three bodies of the Yaksha Blue Moon turned into large clusters of silver light and disappeared in the moonlight at the same time, and everything became eerily quiet.

Monk Jiuku's face suddenly became embarrassed, and the falling silver moonlight directly penetrated the soul domain defense outside his body, invading his divine soul like ice water.

"What a powerful ghostly power. Monk Jiuku exclaimed in his heart, he really felt that his body was instantly imprisoned by a cold force.

In the next moment, in the three directions outside the body of the Nine Dry Monks, a silver point of light suddenly appeared in each of them. The silver light converged, revealing the bodies of three Yaksha Moons.

Sell!

Each of the three bodies of the Yaksha Azuki has a palm outstretched. Silently, he grabbed the shoulder of the Nine Dry Monks.

That's when a strange scene happened.

A cloud of emerald green light emanated from the surface of the Nine Withered Monk's body. The points of light converged, and the body of the Nine Withered Monks became completely deadwood. It was like a human figure carved from dead wood, without a trace of breathing or soul power fluctuations.

Bang! Bang!

The palms of the three doppelgangers of the Yaksha Cangyue reached out and grasped the dead wood firmly.

On the surface of the dead wood, countless dry canes drilled out, and the arms of the three bodies were wrapped around each other, and it was impossible to break free.

Puff puff!

The three doppelgangers of the Yaksha Cangyue turned into three green flames, rolling and dissipating.

In one part of the void, water-like ripples appeared, revealing a palm-sized silver moon-shaped ball of light.

"Huh?" the silver moonlight ball reflected the appearance of the Yaksha Cangyue, "This Nine Dry Monk's Wood Escape Technique is so clever, and the moment he was hit by my Yaksha Three Transformation Technique, he escaped in time." ”

At this moment, on the opposite side of the void where the silver moon appeared, a green vine sprouted out of the water-like ripples. The green rattan writhed, weaving a humanoid face, which was the same as the facial features of the Nine Withered Monks.

rattan

The eyes of the strip head flashed with inspiration, and the eyes were open, shrewd and thorough.

"Since Your Excellency likes the art of transfiguration, let my Nine Dry Monk fight with you. ”

The next moment, the rattan ball and the silver moonlight ball collided with each other in the void, just like the Nine Withered Monk and the Yaksha Cangyue fighting.

Boom Boom Boom ...... Boom Boom Boom ......

The two collided with each other, rolling up a hundred zhang gangfeng, and its shape was strange and terrifying.

There are many ways to fight among monks, but it is rare to fight after transforming the body.

Rumble!

The rattan ball collided with the silver moonlight ball at full speed, exploding a circle of swirling aura, like the shadow of a hundred zhang swords sweeping across the void.

The two clouds of light and shadow converged, and the bodies of the Nine Dry Monks and the Yaksha Cangyue reappeared.

"Monk Jiuku, I have understood. "Yaksha Cangyue said.

"Left Shadow Envoy, we haven't decided yet. Monk Jiuku said coldly.

The figures of the two are entangled again, and it is difficult to separate.

On the other side, Monk Jiuheng also attacked.

However, the target of Monk Jiuheng's attack was the physical body of the demon lord's clone "Monk Jiuchi", who was pranayama with his eyes closed.

"This guy took away the body of the abbot's brother, and his sin is unforgivable. Cursing in his heart, Monk Jiuheng's figure flashed, and he rushed forward.

Seeing this, the Purple Blood Demon Venerable, the Purple Wind Demon Venerable, and the Purple Shadow Demon Venerable immediately blocked in front of the Demon Lord clone.

The Purple Blood Demon Venerable was the first to greet him.

His body exuded a purple primordial demon aura that flew in waves. In the aura of the flying scroll, the purple runes writhed and flashed, and their shapes were incomparably large.

Purple light shoots, purple runes fly leaves, purple blood madness.

The powerful Demon Blood Realm spread out, and wherever it passed, the purple blood frenzy and the purple lightning rolled, completely demonstrating the powerful level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm cultivators. But at this moment, he could only exert the level of the first layer of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm, which was dwarfed by the level of the second layer of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm of the Jiuheng Monk opposite.

With the improvement of the "Purple Blood Demon Venerable" skill, purple magic patterns appeared on his exposed arms, and the power of his physical body suddenly strengthened.

The Purple Blood Demon Venerable said loudly: "Thief Monk, first ask me if the Purple Blood Demon Venerable's fist agrees. ”

On the surface of his fist, the color of purple blood rolled and condensed, revealing a huge purple lion head, the purple lion head was solid and true, angry and bloody, as if it came from the demon realm, causing the surrounding void to faintly collapse.

"Fist - Demon Lion's Roar!"

Punch out!

Lion's roar!

Monk Jiuheng's eyes narrowed, and he shouted: "Death to those who stand in my way!"

Monk Jiuheng threw a punch, and at first glance a vivid golden Arhat law appeared, accompanied by a shocking Sanskrit sound, which is the "Great Sanskrit Arhat Boxing" that he is good at.

Rumble!

The fist wind exploded, and the purple lion magic form conjured up by the Purple Blood Demon Venerable's fist was suppressed by the Great Sanskrit Arhat Fist of the Nine Heng Monk in just an instant.

The purple lion let out a wail, turning into a tumbling purple line of blood that collapsed into nothingness.

At this moment, the skills of the three Demon Venerables were suppressed by the Demon Suppression Array Formation, and they could only exert the level of the first layer of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm, which was naturally much worse than the skills of the second layer of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm of the Jiuheng Monk on the opposite side.

And with the blessing of the Demon Suppression Array, the Jiuheng Monk performed even more powerfully. With the elimination of one and the other, the advantages of Jiuheng Monk have been greatly exerted.

With just one punch, the Purple Blood Demon Venerable was defeated by the Jiuheng Monk. The figure of the Purple Blood Demon Venerable flew upside down dozens of feet away, kneeling on one knee, the corners of his mouth dyed red, his body trembled, and he couldn't gather his strength.

Next, the Purple Wind Demon Venerable and the Purple Shadow Demon Venerable were knocked down by the Great Fanyin Arhat Fist of the Jiuheng monk one after another.

The three Demon Venerable Bodies were all severely damaged, and they had no ability to fight back for the time being.

Monk Jiuheng looked at the physical body of the demon lord's clone "Monk Jiuchi", who was still sitting cross-legged opposite, his face showed a complicated color, and tears flowed out of his eyes.

"Senior brother, don't blame me for hurting your body. ”

Monk Jiuheng's fist was raised high.