Chapter 519: The Three Sons of King Kong

Qingshuiren relied on his ruthless approach of striking first and taking advantage, and he did not lose at all in the fight with Golden Boy and Huomeduo.

In fact, if the two sides competed openly and openly, over time, the physical weaknesses of Qing Shui Shui and Xue Monk would be exposed, and the result would probably be an ugly loss. When cultivators fight, their cultivation level is the basis of combat power, but it may not be the entire reason for victory.

At this time, the blood monk had already been summoned by Qingshui people and returned to him.

Qingshui Ren stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the stains on the bloody monk's cassock, and said with concern: "Brother monk, look at how you are dressed up. Every time you fight with others, your clothes are ruined. This is what I have done." This is your eighth scarlet cassock. I know you like blood red. Oh, look at your face. The two bald men on the other side are really not good. As evil cultivators, we must do it. Condemn this kind of slap in the face, they are obviously jealous of your appearance.”

The blood monk nodded and replied blankly: "Looks... worth..."

The symptoms of Mr. Qingshui's schizophrenia will always be revealed in his communication with the blood monk. Perhaps only he can understand the conversation between him and the blood monk. This was also a side effect of him refining the blood monk into an adult puppet.

"Article 36 of the Code of Evil Cultivators: If you can't fight, run away. Brother Blood Monk, let's go." After saying that, Qingshui Man took out a large handful of yellow paper talismans and threw them behind him.

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang." Dozens of yellow paper talismans exploded one after another.

Suddenly, yellow fog filled the air, covering the sky and sun, as if a sandstorm was coming.

What's strange is that in the large yellow mist, there seem to be dozens of figures walking back and forth, eerie and terrifying. Because the yellow mist is blessed by the power of Taoist talismans, neither spiritual consciousness nor vision can accurately judge within a hundred feet radius.

When Huomoutuo and Jintongzi on the other side reacted, they could no longer catch the shadows of Qing Shui Shui and Xue Monk.

"What's going on? Do they still have so many helpers?" Huomoutuo asked half-convinced when he saw the figures walking back and forth in the mist.

"Those are not real people, they are just a cover-up." The golden boy on the side stared at them for a moment, and then accurately judged.

Golden Boy practices the Buddhist Boy Skill, and his soul power is much higher than that of monks of the same level. He is also good at observing the fluctuations of soul power, and he will catch those tiny changes.

After a while, when the large yellow fog in front of him gradually faded, Huomoutuo could vaguely see that the figures walking back and forth in the fog turned out to be cardboard figures.

These cardboard figures are about the same height as one person, and their facial features and general appearance are sketched out in a crooked way according to the appearance of the clear water man and the bloody monk. Each cardboard figure has the word "soldier" written on its feet. They move back and forth without colliding with each other. The real Qing Shui Man and the Blood Monk have long since disappeared.

"It's the talisman art of the Taoist lineage. Although these paper figures are crude in appearance, the mysteries inside are quite deep. This is the first time I have seen them." Golden Boy explained.

"Hmph! Evil cultivator!" Huomoutuo said disdainfully.

Then, Huomoutuo flipped his wrist and used the purple gold bowl in his palm to cover the dozens of cardboard talisman soldiers on the opposite side.

"Poof", the fire flashed.

A flaming tiger about ten feet in size jumped out of the purple golden bowl. The flaming tiger is solid and real, its fire tail swings and breathes fire breath. Then a few jumps turned the opposite side into a sea of ​​fire. The paper talisman soldiers were twisted in the fire and burned to ashes.

Looking at the burnt paper talisman soldiers in front of him, Huomoutuo let out a sigh of relief and said: "Crooked and unscrupulous tricks."

After saying that, he raised the purple golden bowl in his hand, and the flaming tiger turned into a streak of fire. With a swish, it was taken back into the purple golden bowl, as if nothing had happened.

...

Ten miles away, Qingshui Man and Blood Monk were holding hands, hiding in a pool of light blue water, and galloping away. It is the water escape technique that Qingshui Ren is good at.

"Brother Blood Monk, it's my fault that I didn't help you get the blood soul this time. Next time, I will catch a few alive so that you can take a few sips of the blood soul." Qingshui Man said.

The blood monk still replied blankly: "Blood, soul."

Not long after, the two figures disappeared into the distant forest in a ball of blue water.

...

Huomoutuo searched back and forth in the same place several times, but could not find any trace of the two men on Qingshui.

"Senior Brother Huamei, there is no need to look for it. There may have been traces before, but once you burned them with fire, there will be nothing left." Golden Boy said truthfully.

"Hmph! These two evil cultivators are really cunning." Huomou Tuo said.

"I guess they have fled far away. The two Qingshui people are quite capable. Even if we catch up and kill them, we can't guarantee that we will not be injured. By then, it will delay our important task of retrieving the Buddha's relics. The gain outweighs the loss," Golden Boy said calmly.

"Junior brother, you are right. Let these two evil cultivators go this time. Next time, the poor monk must save them." Huomoutuo said fiercely while performing the Buddhist salute with one hand.

"After this sudden conflict, people have calmed down a bit. You and I may have gone in the wrong direction all the way. Otherwise, how could you not sense the location of the remains of the formation with the purple gold bowl in your hand?" Jin Tongzi said.

"Now that you mention it, I think so. Didn't "Brother Qingyan" who entered the Qinghuo Demon Realm with us go in another direction? Maybe he will get something there. Considering the time, why don't we go back to find Brother Qingyan. The three of us can discuss the next countermeasures together. Since evil cultivators like Master Qingshui can enter the Qinghuo Demon Realm, there must be other evil cultivators entering this place. Only when the three of us brothers gather together can we ensure the greatest combat power. If we encounter these evil cultivators again, we won't be so flustered." Huomei Tou Tuo seemed to have come to his senses and suggested.

"Brother Huomei, when you are not angry, your mind is still quite bright." Jin Tongzi joked.

"Hehe." Huomei Tou Tuo raised one hand and touched his bald head, and smiled awkwardly.

After discussing, the two returned in the direction they came from. There was no need to search, and the path was already familiar. The speed of the two returning was more than twice as fast as when they came. The wind was blowing under their feet, and they disappeared at the end of the ground in a blink of an eye.

......

The purple sun in the sky gradually set in the west, casting an increasingly long shadow behind all the scenery on the ground.

On an inconspicuous uphill slope, there happened to be a slightly raised smooth boulder.

And on the boulder sat cross-legged a middle-aged monk wearing the same apricot-colored monk robe as Huomei Tou Tuo and Jin Tongzi.

This monk had a square face, thick eyebrows and a wide mouth, his eyes were slightly closed, his hands were clasped together, and he didn't move at all, as if he was meditating. Even the monk robe outside his body was as deep as the rock under his feet.

Although he was just sitting there, he still showed his burly and tall figure. His body seemed to be connected with the boulder below him, without emitting any extra spiritual power fluctuations, and he was strong and tough.

At this time, a yellow bird that had been busy all day landed gracefully on the shoulder of the monk. The yellow bird looked around with its smart little head, and when it saw that there was no risk, it stayed on the monk's shoulder and combed its feathers with its sharp beak. After that, the yellow bird's eyelids were half closed. After resting for a while, the yellow bird spread its wings and flew to a high place, leaving only a small residual feather on the shoulder of the monk.

The motionless rock, the motionless monk, and the smart yellow bird, a picture of stillness and movement.

There is no other person, this person is the "Qingyan Monk" who is one of the "Three Vajra Sons" of the Golden Buddha Temple together with Huomei Toudao and Jin Tongzi.

"It has been two days since I separated from the two junior brothers. After I used the rock secret technique to search all the way, I can be sure that the direction I chose should be correct. A Buddhist formation is in this direction. According to the agreement, if the two junior brothers can't find the clues of the formation, they should come back to find me. Why don't I wait for them here for half a day." Qingyan Monk thought in his heart, his body still motionless.

A falcon with snow-white feathers was hovering in the sky, overlooking the earth. Although the falcon was small and white, the temperament and spiritual power it exuded showed that it was a spiritual bird with a little spiritual talent.

Suddenly, the white-feathered falcon spread its wings and swooped down like a white flying lily. A yellow bird was reflected in its eagle eyes. I wonder if the yellow bird was the one on the shoulder of Qingyan Monk before.

The white-feathered falcon's pair of silver-hooked claws had already reached the yellow bird's head, but the little yellow bird was completely unaware.

"Swoosh-"

At this moment, a blood-colored arrow flew through the air at a faster speed. With a puff, it shot straight through the neck of the white-feathered falcon.

The white-feathered falcon fell headfirst before it could even scream. The yellow bird then discovered the falling white-feathered falcon, and in panic, it flapped its wings, chirped and screamed and fled into a dense forest.

Suddenly, a black figure rose from the ground, and the man just stretched out his hand and caught the falling white-feathered falcon in his hand.

This person is a Taoist, and his Taoist robe is torn in several places. It is Zhang San who is dressed as "Yushan Taoist".

At this time, "Yushan Taoist" is as pale as paper, and his complexion is a bit ugly.

"The body of this Yushan Taoist is a little bit out of control. Most likely, this Yushan Taoist has been sucking the blood and soul of spiritual birds for a long time, and his body has become dependent on the blood and soul. In addition, he used this body to fight Liu Haiyu before, and the load is not small. Now I can only quench my thirst with the blood of this white-feathered falcon." Yushan Taoist grabbed the white-feathered falcon with one hand and muttered to himself.

Immediately, he sucked hard with his nose, and a line of blood was sucked out from the wound on the falcon's neck and entered his nostrils.

"Little guy, it's not me, Zhang San, who wants to kill you. It's the Taoist Yushan who wants to drink your blood, understand?" As he said that, he casually threw the body of the white-feathered falcon aside.

With the supplement of the blood soul of the spiritual bird, the face of "Taoist Yushan" gradually became ruddy.

"This body is too troublesome. It is not suitable for walking in this Green Fire Demon Realm. It will also affect my next task. It seems that I have to find another more suitable body to better hide myself. As for the ones in my ghost flag, they were all hunted by me many years ago. Suddenly appearing in this Green Fire Demon Realm, it is inevitable that people will be suspicious. I wonder where the next person I want to kill is?" Taoist Yushan was thinking in his heart, and suddenly his eyes lit up, he seemed to have discovered something.