Chapter 488 Dragon Fist

Xu Yang left Wuminggufang City alone, found an uninhabited path, and used his escape technique. The soles of his feet were always half an inch in the air. Every time he took a seemingly effortless step, his body floated forward more than ten feet, and he walked toward him in a cool and unrestrained way. Go in the direction of the Glazed Fire Path.

Half an hour later, the sky in the direction of the Glazed Fire Road could be seen from a distance like a piece of red-hot colored glaze, revealing mystery and temptation.

There was a flat area under Xu Yang's feet, and there were pebbles of different sizes everywhere on the ground, like a dry river.

At this moment, he deliberately stopped and said loudly: "The great monk following me hasn't shown up yet and has been following me so far. Isn't he just along for the ride?"

After he finished speaking, ten feet away behind Xu Yang, behind a big tree as thick as a person, it originally looked empty.

Suddenly, a circle of pale silver light and shadow flashed out from behind the tree. The light and shadow shrank, and it seemed that there was a human figure in it.

"Hahaha."

Several bursts of laughter echoed suddenly, and as the laughter fell, Monk Zihuan in a bright red cassock walked out from behind the big tree.

"Sir, we met again after the auction. I see that your cultivation level is only at the true elixir level, but your spiritual consciousness is very powerful. I clearly used the secret technique of hiding my body just now, but you still saw through it. I don't know where you are. The son of a cultivating family? I, Monk Zihuan, like to make friends with people who are secretive?" Monk Zihuan asked with a fake smile. But he secretly murmured in his heart that this kid spent a lot of money at the auction. He was definitely not an ordinary cultivator. He could not be a descendant of any major cultivator family. It was unknown whether there were other powerful helpers behind him. If I weren't afraid of this, I would have jumped out and taken action long ago.

Xu Yang turned around, with his hands behind his back, his posture like a pine tree, neatly dressed in light green clothes, facing Monk Zihuan, and said loudly: "Master, it is really you. I am an unknown casual cultivator. You are chasing me so hard, you don't really want to be friends with me. I think you are waiting for an opportunity to snatch the green sandalwood Buddha beads in my hand, right?" Your words were straightforward and aboveboard, without any timidity, showing strong confidence.

Seeing Xu Yang's posture, Monk Zi Huan raised his thick eyebrows. His bald head couldn't help but look around. At the same time, he dispersed his consciousness and thought to himself: "He is obviously the only one in the surrounding area. Is this kid just showing off? I, Zi Huan, The monk has been practicing cultivation for many years and has never seen anyone. You want to scare me, boy, you are too young."

Monk Zihuan curled up the corner of his mouth, the two thick eyebrows on his eyes suddenly stood up, his face darkened, and he said sternly: "The green sandalwood beads are originally Buddhist things, how can you, a boy with unknown origins, just try to possess them?" , only I, a Buddhist disciple, can possess it.”

Monk Zihuan said, turning his left palm.

A gust of wind blew up, and the tall tree that had been used to hide the figure was shattered to its roots with a bang.

"How about it? If you know the truth, just hand over the green sandalwood Buddha beads obediently. What's more, you alone want to break into the glazed fire path. Do you know how powerful the demonic fire is in the fire path? Anyone who is burned by the demonic fire will have his soul refined. Burning. In comparison, it is a blessing that you died in the hands of my monk Zihuan."

Xu Yang smiled slightly and said disdainfully: "I, Xu Xiaoxian, hate three kinds of people the most in my life. One is the fake monk with a shaved head, the other is the fanatic who wants to kill others with his mouth opened, and the last one is the one who casually destroys flowers, plants and trees. I am very angry now and am going to throw you, an arrogant fake monk who doesn’t know how to cherish flowers, plants and trees, into the glazed fire path. Do you think you will be so arrogant?”

When monk Zihuan heard this, he became furious.

"You reckless boy, today I will cut you into a hundred pieces."

As soon as he finished speaking, Monk Zihuan flipped his wrist, and a sword appeared in his hand. On the blade, a tiger ready to pounce is clearly engraved, and the blade is shiny. Visible to the naked eye, wisps of murderous aura leaked out from the blade, like a tiger showing its fangs, and the cold air was overwhelming.

Then, Monk Zihuan pointed at Xu Yang opposite him with the tip of his knife. Without any explanation, he tapped his toes on the ground. The red cassock behind him flew like fire, like an angry red-feathered fighting cock. He jumped forward, just a few feet away. Xu Yang ran towards him and struck him.

"Seeking death!" Monk Zihuan shouted.

"Brush!" Then he cut it down with a knife.

The seemingly ordinary sword was clearly endowed with the powerful soul power of the Yuanhun realm monks. Above the shadow of the sword, there was the light and shadow of a tiger about ten feet in size. The power of the violent tiger suddenly appeared, causing the void to tremble and the wind to tremble. Channel.

Seeing this, Xu Yang showed no signs of panic. His left hand was still clasped behind his back, his right arm was stretched forward, he clenched his fingers into a fist, and the sixth level of the Dark Fire Technique in his body flew into the clouds.

In the space of his Zi Mansion, the small ball formed by the body of Ming Lin and covered with black scales suddenly trembled. On the surface of the small ball, those originally smooth and creeping black scales stood up. With one beat, it transformed into a black scale dragon beast about a foot long, with black eyes, black horns, black teeth... The power of the underworld scales was crazily injected into the meridians.

The next moment, a black spiritual fire suddenly rolled out from Xu Yang's single fist, turning into a dragon shape in the blink of an eye, accompanied by the sound of a dragon roar. And on the surface of his fist, three scales filled with pitch black oil grew out of thin air.

Without stopping for a moment, Xu Yang's right fist hit the blade coming from the opposite side.

Punch out, dragon roar, break through the air.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, the moves collided, the dragon and tiger bit each other, and the winner was determined in the next moment.

Monk Zihuan slashed out the violent tiger blade, like a sick cat, uttering a whine, the blade wind rolled back, and the original tiger shape was instantly torn to pieces.

Boom! Boom! Two solid muffled sounds in succession.

The backlash of the blade and the power of the Nether Fire Fist fell on Monk Zihuan's chest one after another, like a thousand-pound hammer hitting continuously. The tall Monk Zihuan was like a broken flag thrown into the sky, and was thrown ten feet away.

"Boom!"

When he landed, he smashed a half-person-deep earth pit on the ground.

At this time, Monk Zihuan's tiger-shaped ring knife had fallen to the side, and the tiger's mouth on the right palm holding the knife was torn and blood was flowing.

"It hurts!" The first thought in Monk Zihuan's mind at this time.

The corners of his mouth were stained red, three ribs were broken, the true energy in his body was dissipated like rotten cotton, and his soul was shaking constantly.

Monk Zihuan shook his bald head and tried to make himself sober. He supported the ground with one hand and climbed up from the ground. Then he turned his hands into fingers and tapped his chest several times, sealing the pain of fractures and flesh.

He looked at Xu Yang opposite him with a surprised look on his face, thinking to himself: "Is this man's cultivation level at the True Dan Realm? If I hadn't practiced the Buddhist body-refining technique, my body would be as strong as copper and iron. I'm afraid I would have been shattered to pieces by this punch. This monk underestimated you, but I, Monk Zihuan, am not a pushover."

Although he suffered a loss in one move, Monk Zihuan had no intention of retreating. He quickly formed a tiger-head-shaped hand seal with both hands and silently recited obscure Sanskrit secret words.

In the purple mansion space in his body, a pale silver Yuanying about an inch in size sat cross-legged, and its face was exactly the same as Monk Zihuan's body. At this time, the silver Yuanying was already angry, especially the two thick eyebrows on his eyebrows, which stood up like blades. A pair of small hands also formed a tiger-head-shaped hand seal, and the small mouth opened and closed, chanting in sync with Monk Zihuan's body.

"Buzz!"

A strong gust of wind suddenly rose from Monk Zihuan's body, and the big red cassock behind him swayed like a ball. It was visible to the naked eye that silver runes like spirit snakes were moving up and down around his body, and the soul power he exuded was increasing step by step.

Crack, crack. With a sound of bones, Monk Zihuan's broken ribs and torn muscles healed quickly under the secret technique, and they were much thicker than before, and the whole person was slightly taller than before.

Suddenly, a silver tiger phantom with a size of ten feet appeared behind him.

"Ah!"

Monk Zihuan roared to the sky, like an angry forest beast king, and circles of light silver soul power quickly spread out with his feet as the center, just like the powerful soul domain that only Yuanhun realm monks have.

In an instant, wisps of gusts of wind rolled back, and the ground seemed to be scratched by the claws of a beast, and deep marks were left by the spiritual pressure.

The next moment, the body of Monk Zihuan was enveloped in the shadow of a ten-foot-long tiger. He leaped high, clenched his fists, and smashed down fiercely towards Xu Yang like a biting tiger's fangs.

"Soul Skill - Tiger Fang Zen Kill!"

Seeing the other party display a powerful soul skill, Xu Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a divine sense, he had already estimated the ability displayed by Monk Zihuan.

"It turns out that this monk is actually a physical cultivator. The power of the tiger shape he created has a lot of Buddhist skills. His power should not be underestimated."

With a judgment, Xu Yang's divine sense moved, and the outer shell of the Red Blood True Pill, one of the three true pills in the Purple Mansion space, melted rapidly, and the powerful beacon fire power was injected into the meridians of the whole body like a torrent.

Then, circles of red fire breath swung out from Xu Yang's feet. In the red fire breath, war horses neighed, war flags fluttered, war songs resounded, and the beacon fire field reappeared.

At the same time, Xu Yang extended his left hand, which had always been behind his back, and used his Spirit Pig Brain Splitting Technique to activate the sixth level of the Nether Fire Art and the Red Blood Soul Refining Technique.

A red dragon shape of about a foot in size emerged from the tip of Xu Yang's heart, and the powerful red blood power instantly filled his bones and muscles. Red stars flashed on the surface of every bone and muscle in his body, and his strong physical strength was comparable to that of a red blood beast.

The sixth level of the Nether Fire Art was running rapidly, and the power of the Nether Scale in his body was fully activated.

"Hehe, my master, this is the style that my Nether Scale likes." Xu Yang heard the voice of the monster Nether Scale.

With the blessing of the power of the Nether Scale, Xu Yang actually had a fingernail-sized, black crystal-like scale in the middle of his forehead, and the whole person seemed to have become half a monster.

The Nether Scale was originally a mutant dragon beast of ancient times, which could be called the pinnacle of monsters. The power of the monster Nether Scale required a strong physical strength to bear. Therefore, Xu Yang first used the Red Blood Soul Refining Technique to strengthen his body, so that he could barely bear the heavy burden brought by this technique.

Without stopping for a moment, Xu Yang clasped his hands together like a hammer, touched the ground with his toes, and leaped high like a flying dragon in the sky.

"Nether Scale Transformation - Monster Form Fist!"

Above the two fists, the fist wind squeaked, and in the rapid circling, it quickly condensed into the shape of a dragon beast.

A dragon roar sounded, resounding between heaven and earth.