With a loud shout from Master Qing Shui, the bald puppet "Blood Monk" wearing a big red robe beside him took the lead in attacking.

The "Blood Monk"'s originally dull black pupils suddenly turned red. As if there was still life, he glared at Xu Yang opposite. Immediately, a large mist of blood rose from the shiny gilded incense burner on his bare brain. The churning blood mist writhed, quickly enveloping the blood monk's entire body, and rolled straight towards Xu Yang.

What is terrifying is that as more and more blood mist overflows from the gilded incense burner, the surface of the blood mist wrapped in the blood monk actually shows the characteristics of a human face, and the eyes, nose, mouth, and facial features gradually become clear. And the image of the human face turned out to be very similar to the appearance of the blood monk's body, but it was more distorted.

Ugliness and unwillingness to turn into anger overflowed from the surface of the blood mist, like dark red poisonous snakes, twisting and struggling, but it could not change the reality that he was a puppet.

The horror of the Qing Shui Shangren's refining of the Blood Monk into the Grén Extreme Puppet Talisman is that the Blood Monk's soul, which was supposed to die, was imprisoned in the body by the evil "corpse chaser faction" charm and could not be reincarnated. The puppet rune soldier has eighty percent of the soul power and powerful resentment of the blood monk before his death. At this time, the blood monk was a living dead and a ruthless weapon.

"Whew-"

There was a roar from the blood mist that looked like a ghost but not a ghost, like a beast but not a beast, and the void was shaken. The face on the blood mist was even more distorted, like a blood lion whose face had been squeezed, and it pounced straight towards Xu Yang.

Terrifying!

At this moment, Xu Yang's eyes seemed to have red spirit flames beating, urging the flame spirit magic eyes to quickly read the various information displayed by the opponent.

"This puppet talisman has the power of Taoist charms and evil ghosts at the same time, and it is no longer a simple Taoist method or ghost escape, and it is really detrimental to the beliefs that the Taoist sect and the ghost Dao should have. ”

Seeing that the human puppet talisman technique was so cruel, Xu Yang's heart suddenly ignited a cloud of anger, and he shouted: "Enough! Today, I will let you know what is the real ghost escape technique, the evil flow and ghost way, and retreat to this little immortal." ”

As soon as the words fell, Xu Yang took a step forward suddenly, urging the Black Crystal True Pill in the Purple Mansion Space in his body. In the space of his Purple Mansion, a powerful, pure netherworld power poured out from the shining black and shining Black Crystal True Pill, rushing into the meridians like a rolling black storm.

On the surface of Xu Yang's clenched fist, a black wind suddenly rose, and with a snort, a large area of black flames rose up. The black flames pulsed, revealing a pitch-black, first-born double horns, tiger eyes, bull nose, and lion's mouth.

Immediately after, Xu Yang punched out.

"Fist of Hellfire - Ghost Form!"

"Hum—"

The fist wind stirred, and the ghost head turned into a zhang in an instant, and the pure ghost power on it was like a flame demon from hell.

"Boom!" The fist wind and the blood monk who rushed over collided in one place, and the pitch-black ghost qi and blood-red mist burst at the same time.

"Dang!"

It was like a hammer smashed on the fine iron, and the blood mist around the blood monk was blown up, and the whole person rolled back like a ball.

Seeing this, the Venerable Qing Shui rolled up with his big sleeves and threw out seven or eight yellow paper and red characters in a row, and these talismans were like strange birds of huángsè, pounced on the body of the blood monk who rolled back.

The yellow paper talismans burned and exploded one after another, conjuring up blood-colored chains before the rolling "Blood Monk" was stopped.

Swell!

The blood monk sat paralyzed on the ground, and he seemed to feel the pain in his heart without knowing the pain, and grinned like he was grinning.

"Stand up!"

Master Shimizu commanded in a loud voice.

When the "Blood Monk" heard the order, his eyes flashed blood, and a low whining sound came out of his mouth, and wisps of blood-colored soul energy overflowed from the corners of his mouth, as if blood was flowing out.

Click!

With the sound of broken bones and muscles around the Blood Monk, he finally staggered to his feet.

But at this time, the blood monk turned into a hunched camel.

Seeing this, Master Qing Shui's eyes were full of distress, and he came to the side of the blood monk, stretched out his palm and slapped it on the blood monk's bent back.

"Smack!"

The blood mist around the blood monk was together, and the bones all over his body gurgled, and the originally broken bones were instantly connected together.

For a long time, the people of Qing Shui have been collecting materials for making human pole puppet talismans, the tentacles of thousand-year-old corpse turtle insects, the fangs of the nine poisonous centipedes, and the back armor of the vajra turtle, and most importantly, the blood monk with the top blood soul skill. In the end, he fused a wisp of his own soul into the body of the blood monk, and it took a lot of precious rune paper to concoct it successfully.

A blood monk who has become a puppet talisman soldier, tenacious as a divine soldier. But he was still shattered by Xu Yang's fist of dark fire, and his meridians were disordered. Just now, the Qing Shui Venerable man seemed to simply pat the back of the blood monk, but in fact, he injected soul power to correct the blood monk's disordered meridians, allowing his body to operate and quickly repair itself.

"Thanks, thanks!" came out of the Blood Monk's mouth with two vague words.

"No thanks, my brother. Master Qing Shui patted the Blood Monk's shoulder with his hand as he spoke, his eyes full of love.

In the eyes of the Qing Shui Venerable, the blood monk who became a puppet is his real good brother, and the puppet is a friend who will not betray.

Seeing this, the sea monk on the side suddenly felt that his scalp was numb. Because this time, he clearly felt that it was not the Qing Shui Shangren who was manipulating the body of the blood monk who was talking to himself. It was more like the body of the blood monk was talking, and with a look of surprise, he exclaimed in his heart: "Is this blood monk a living person or a dead person?

Xu Yang withdrew the fist he had just swung out, and the black ghost aura lingering on the surface of the fist gradually dissipated. Looking at the blood monk who was quickly recovering on the other side, he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart: "Hmm, I didn't expect this puppet talisman to not only have a body as hard as iron, but also have such a powerful repair ability, no wonder this Qing Shui Shangren sacrificed this puppet first." ”

At this time, the Qing Shui Shangren's face was pale, and he had just been beaten back by Xu Yang with a punch from the sacrificial blood monk, which made him even more afraid to underestimate Xu Yang's ability.

"Let's go together. ”

The aura of the Venerable Qing Shui was flying, the Dao robe draped outside was agitated like a ball, and with a flip of his wrist, the imitation of the Ruoshui Sword was carried in his hand, and the cyan spirit snake was swallowed on the blade of the sword. The blue runes flashed on the soles of his feet, and the whole person leaped up like a big black bird, and at the same time swung the middle dao sword in his hand and slashed towards the place where Xu Yang was.

The blood monk on the side of the person on the side of the Qing Shui Shangren, his neck twisted back and forth, waved his arm, twisted his wrist, and gurgled. Seeing that his body had regained its flexibility, a stiff evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the blood monk squeaked and screamed, urging the Blood Soul Technique again, and the blood mist around him rushed to kill the side of the Qing Shui Shangren.

Monk Hai on the side touched his bald head with his hand, his eyes showed a long-lost domineering color, and he said indignantly: "I am also an evil cultivator." ”

It seems that the word "evil cultivation" makes Monk Hai more courageous, just like the word bad guy was originally to give courage to the originally timid bad guy.

Then, he danced the Iron Bone Whip, the whip shadow writhed like a green shark, and the whipped void rattled, setting off waves of tumbling qi.

Xu Yang flipped his wrist, and there was a golden four-illusion long stick in his palm, and the purple mountain patterns on the surface of the long stick kept circulating, which could be called a divine weapon.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Yang was entangled with the three of Qingshui, the sea monk, and the puppet blood monk.

The four phantom long sticks in Xu Yang's hand suddenly looked like a golden dragon running through the clouds, suddenly like a golden tiger sweeping its tail, and suddenly like a golden sparrow opening the screen.

While!

The sword that seemed to be about to stab Xu Yang in the shoulder was swept away by Xu Yang with the four magic long sticks in his hand. Without waiting for the Qing Shui Shangren to stand firm, he took advantage of the situation and picked up a stick with his backhand, poking directly at the heart of the Qing Shui Shangren.

At this time, the Qing Shui Shangren was unstable under his feet, and it was too late to dodge. In a hurry, he hurriedly shouted: "Bald, save me." ”

The blood monk who was originally behind the Qing Shui Shangren seemed to be connected to his mind, and with a bow of his body, he slipped out of the crotch of the Qing Shui Shangren, and then pushed upward, and the gilded incense burner on the top of his head just blocked the long stick poked by Xu Yang.

Bite!

With a crisp sound, the incense burner swayed back and forth, and the surface was sunken downward, and the gilded incense burner and the bald head of the blood monk were inlaid into one, and the bald head of the blood monk shook back and forth. After a while, the blood monk collapsed to the ground like a puppet that had lost its string, his eyes were closed, the blood and qi around his body were stagnant, and he had no attack power at all.

The Qing Shui Venerable who had escaped the catastrophe hurriedly grabbed the shoulder of the blood monk and flew back upside down.

The sea monk on the side was quick-eyed, and he swung out several whips in a row, and the whip slammed towards the four illusory long sticks in Xu Yang's hand, and only then could he barely block Xu Yang's counterattack.

When the Venerable Qing Shui saw the appearance of the blood monk, he immediately showed an anxious look, and hurriedly took out a delicate huángsè paper of an inch size from his arms, and then bit the tip of his tongue violently, and a mouthful of essence blood sprayed on it. The blood on the huángsè talisman paper flashed, and a blood cow the size of an inch was conjured.

"Smack!"

The Venerable Qing Shui hurriedly pasted the talisman paper shining with inches of blood ox on the gilded incense burner above the blood monk's head. In the blink of an eye, the inch-sized blood cow turned into a blood line and submerged into it.

The Blood Monk's closed eyes opened suddenly, and he returned to his previous vigorous nature.

"It turns out that the soft spot of this blood monk is the seemingly hardest gilded incense burner on his body. This time, Xu Yang on the opposite side saw some clues.

"Fight!" shouted the already panicked Qing Shui Shangren.

Immediately, the Qing Shui Venerable spread out a circle of water-blue soul domains around his body, and then threw the Dao Sword in his hand towards the opposite side, and a trace of water ripples flashed at the tip of the Dao Sword, and he disappeared into the void.

"Soul Technique-Blue Water Sword Formation!"

Countless water swords suddenly rose from the blue soul domain. A water sword hummed and jumped up. Countless water swords twisted into a water-blue stegosaurus and slashed towards Xu Yang.

Almost at the same time, the blood monk on the side kept rubbing his hands against the gilded incense burner above his head, and then a circle of blood-red soul domains spread out from the blood monk's feet.

"Soul Technique-Soul Burning Blood Dragon!"

The gilded incense burner above the head of the blood monk made a circle, as if it was holding a large water tank. There was an extra earth-colored incense burner in the gilded incense burner, and a trace of scarlet blood soul climbed on top of the incense like a spirit snake, and the original native incense was suddenly dyed scarlet.

The next moment, under the power of this evil blood sacrifice, Burning Incense turned into a huge blood dragon with teeth and claws and swooped towards Xu Yang.

The sea monk on the side did not spare his hand, and threw the slender shark tooth whip in his hand in front of him, making a loud noise, as if the terrifying grinding sound of the deep-sea bone shark. Behind him, a red-eyed black shark phantom of more than a dozen zhang in size appeared.

"Soul Skill - Bone Eater Shark!"

Immediately, the water-like ripples in the soul domain in front of the sea monk made a "bang", and a black giant wave rose out of thin air, and among the black giant waves, a sharp white bone spur was born on its back, and a black shark with an angry mouth the size of a zhang jumped out.

"Puff puff—"

In the huge waves, the same black sharks jumped out in twos and threes, more and more, connected in rows, all with angry mouths and bloody eyes.

The three evil cultivators simultaneously used the evil soul technique to attack Xu Yang.