The poor monk seemed to have sensed something, looked at the big gourd in Zhuge Buliang's arms in amazement, and said, "Is it really yin and yang fire inside?"

Now that the other party has sensed it, Zhuge Buliang no longer conceals it, and nodded.

The poor monk's face was solemn, and he suddenly woke up: "It turns out that Xiaoyou is the mysterious person who burned the Taiyi Immortal Sect that made a fuss before. ”

"The master won't go to snitching. Zhuge Buliang laughed.

The poor monk smiled and said: "Xiaoyou is too careful, I have never been involved in the affairs between the major immortal sects in Qianye City. This Buddha treasure is in the hands of Xiaoyou, it seems that Xiaoyou has a relationship with Buddhism, as long as Xiaoyou is in Qianye City, the old monk dares to guarantee that no one will be embarrassed with you. ”

"Thank you. Zhuge Buliang bowed heavily.

The poor monk put his palms together and suddenly said: "There is just one thing to ask for, I hope that Xiaoyou can be fulfilled, after the matter is completed, the old monk I will give this gourd stopper to Xiaoyou, and turn it into a complete magic weapon." ”

Hearing what the poor monk said, Zhuge Buliang's heart suddenly moved, staring at the jet-black awl in the hand of the poor monk.

"Master, please speak. "Zhuge is not bright or pretentious, he really hopes to turn the black gourd into a complete magic weapon. There is no doubt that this gourd is something left by the demon monk back then, such an anti-heaven figure, what he left behind is not a mortal thing.

At the moment, Zhuge Buliang can only use this black gourd to hold yin and yang fire, and he doesn't know if it has other functions.

"Little friend comes with me. The poor monk turned around and walked towards this small valley, Zhuge Buliang followed, turned left and right in this small valley with beautiful mountains and rivers, passed through a secret woods, and came to the edge of a small pool.

The waterhole is clear, with a faint fairy light.

The poor monk made a Buddha seal and slapped a palm towards the waterhole. A golden palm print sank into the pool. Suddenly, a black gas rushed out of the pool, and Zhuge Buliang felt a violent vibration from the ground.

The black gas instantly filled the entire pool, and the clear water became like ink in an instant.

At this time, the poor monk grabbed Zhuge Buliang and retreated.

Just after the two of them withdrew, all the surroundings of the waterhole were shrouded in black mist, and from the inky water, a purple crystal slowly rose, and the amethyst was brilliant, sweeping away the surrounding black mist.

Zhuge Buliang's pupils shrank, and he saw an arm in the amethyst, the arm was only bone, no flesh and blood, and the whole body was like ugin.

"This is ......," Zhuge Buliang said in surprise.

"This is the stump arm of the demon monk back then. The poor monk said, "When I strayed into an ancient tomb, I found the stump arm and the gourd stopper in the coffin of the ancient tomb. Later, it was confirmed that the stump arm buried in this ancient tomb was left by the demon monk. ”

"Tomb robbing?!Master, do you still have this craft?"

"This stump was sealed by a force, and then I now have a slight connection between this stump and the gourd stopper, and I wanted to use the gourd stopper to unlock the seal in the stump arm, but the breath on the gourd stopper is too weak. The poor monk said.

"You want me to use this gourd magic weapon to help you provoke the stump arm of the demon monk. Zhuge Buliang already understood the thoughts of the poor monks.

The poor monk nodded: "This gourd magic weapon was left by the demon monk back then, I will give you the gourd stopper, and put it together into a complete magic weapon, which will definitely excite the crippled arm." ”

Zhuge Buliang looked at the black arm in the amethyst, and muttered a little in his heart. He didn't know much about the demon monk, and he only learned about his existence from the poor monk. Who knows if he is evil? The stump didn't look like a serious thing, and the whole body was full of black light, and there was an ominous aura.

"Little friend, don't worry, you just need to break the seal, if there is any abnormality, I am confident that I can solve it, old monk. The poor monk seemed to guess the worry in Zhuge Buliang's heart and said.

Zhuge Buliang thought about it again and again, glanced at the gourd stopper in the palm of the poor monk's hand, and nodded: "Okay! I can only do my best, if I can't succeed......

The old monk had nothing to say. The poor monk said, and handed the jet-black awl to Zhuge Buliang's hand.

Zhuge Buliang took the black cone, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be some kind of induction between the black cone and the black gourd. He pulled out the broken hilt and pressed the jet-black awl against the mouth of the gourd. Suddenly, the black gourd and the jet-black awl were perfectly combined, and a golden "swastika" mark appeared on the black gourd.

The surface of the black gourd has changed significantly, with a golden-bodied Arhat sitting cross-legged on one side, and a fierce and vicious head on the other. The two divine figures seemed to have the breath of life. Zhuge Buliang felt strange, the image of the Arhat and the image of Toutuo that appeared on the black gourd were very similar to the two incarnations of the poor monks.

The poor monk had already begun to act, and he slapped a palm, and the golden Buddha light surged, hitting the amethyst stone. The amethyst was attacked, cracks appeared, and finally the amethyst burst like broken glass.

The black arm leaked into the air, and the black fog around it became even thicker, as if the demon king was born, and the wind and thunder were bursting.

"Brush!"

Zhuge Buliang beat the black gourd out, because he had the black paper talisman pasted on his body, there was a connection with the black gourd, and he could control the black gourd. The black gourd flew around and headed straight for the black arm.

"Boom!"

At this time, the flow of yin and yang on the black gourd was no longer yin and yang, but an ink-colored flow of light. The carvings of Arhat and Toutuo on the gourd seemed to be completely alive at this moment, and flew out of the gourd.

The arhat turned into a golden swastika, and the head turned into a black swastika.

Two swastika prints flew around the stump arm, and the stump suddenly "crackled", and one after another spells flew out of the stump and dissipated into the air.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the stump arm burst into a sky-high black light, the bone joints began to move, and the five bone fingers like black jade stretched.

At this time, the black swastika and the golden swastika once again became the images of Arhat and Toutuo, imprinted on the black gourd.

Zhuge Buliang hurriedly summoned the black gourd back.

"It's a success, Amitabha!" said the poor monk in surprise.

"Boom!"

The black stump rose into the air, and the black vapor steamed. The entire small valley was shrouded in black qi in an instant, and the demon clouds were surging. The valley was in a mess for a moment, the water was dry, the strange flowers and plants were dry, and it seemed that all the essence was drained in an instant.

"Brush Brush ~~"

The stump arm was actually sealed with one hand, and inky air currents surged out. The whole valley collapsed and shook.

Zhuge Buliang hurriedly hugged the black gourd and retreated.

And the stump arm chased after him and went straight to Zhuge Buliang, to be precise, it should be running towards the black gourd in Zhuge Buliang's arms.

"Rub!" Zhuge Buliang pulled out the stopper of the gourd, and he was about to release the yin and yang fire.

"I'm coming!" And at this time, the poor monk rushed up and stopped in front of Zhuge Buliang. At this moment, the poor monk became extremely strange, half of his body was shining with golden light, and his treasure was solemn, like a Buddha descending on earth. The other half of his body was steaming black, his face was hideous, and his eyes were shining with a fierce light.

"Buzz!"

The poor monk made a gold and black "swastika" and faced the stump arm.

The stump arm also began to seal with one hand, and a black "swastika" character seal flew out, colliding with the real seal of the "swastika" typed out by poverty, and the two touched each other and exploded apart.

Endless black qi gushed out of the stump arm, and the black qi condensed into a huge demon claw, and the shattered demon cloud grabbed towards the poor monk.

At this time, the golden and black air currents around the poor monk surged, and two avatar gods appeared beside him.

The golden-bodied Arhat in a tattered robe held a vajra pestle, and the fierce and vicious Toutuo held a black ring knife in his hand, and the two gods rushed to kill him. The poor monks continued to fight with the golden seal of the word "swastika".

The battle continued in the sky, the demon clouds rolled, the poor monk and the two gods fought against the demon monk's stump arm, and the aftermath of the fierce war almost destroyed this small space.

The poor monk shook his hand and struck out more than a dozen prohibitions, freezing this small space that was almost shattered.

Zhuge Buliang retreated to the edge of the valley, holding a big gourd in his arms. He looked at the various magical powers of the poor monk, and there seemed to be some similarities with the methods used by the demon monk's stump arm.

Zhuge Buliang's heart shook, remembering what the poor monk said before, he had entered the tomb of the demon monk, although only a stump of the head of the demon monk was buried in the tomb. I am afraid that the poor monk not only got the stump arm of the demon monk, but also got the inheritance left by the demon monk.

"Boom!"

More than a dozen prohibitions were destroyed in an instant, and at this time, the poor monk and the two incarnations surrounded the demon monk's stump arm in the middle in a triangular array.

The combination of the three true seals of the word "swastika" condensed into a gold and black whirlpool, covering the stump arm of the demon monk.

"Hum~~"

The demon monk's stump wanted to escape, but after all, it was covered by this golden-black whirlpool, like a mud cow entering the sea, and disappeared in an instant.

"Poof!"

At the same time, the poor monk spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

"The master is okay, right?" Zhuge Buliang flew up.

The poor monk shook his hand, put away the two gods, and said with a wry smile: "It's okay, although I was slightly injured, but after all, it was the demon monk's stump that was subdued." ”

"The master wants to take that stump for his own use?" asked Zhuge Buliang.

The poor monk coughed up a mouthful of blood, and it seemed that the short battle had hurt him a lot. He didn't answer Zhuge Buliang's words, but said: "Thank you Xiaoyou for helping the old monk unlock the seal of the demon monk's stump arm, and the old monk will write down this kindness." ”

Glancing at the valley full of disarray, the poor monk said: "Old monk, I want to repair this place, and I will ask Xiaoyun to help you arrange a temporary resting place." ”

"Master's injuries are all right?"

"It doesn't matter. ”: