Chapter 860: Monk Jiuku

"Monks of the Demon Subduing Hall, listen to my orders. Follow me to suppress the three demons." Monk Jiuheng's eyes flashed fiercely, and he raised his arms high. The copper rings on his arms clattered.

After hearing the order, more than a hundred monks activated the Demon Subduing Formation together. The powerful power of the formation instantly suppressed the three demon lords who were surrounded in the middle.

The three demon lords' performance was suppressed from the peak of the second level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm to the level of the first level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm by the power of the formation.

Monk Jiuheng and Monk Jiuku were both at the peak of the second level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm. In this way, the three demon lords were at a disadvantage in terms of cultivation no matter whether they faced Monk Jiuheng or Monk Jiuku on the opposite side, so the three of them dared not act rashly.

Purple Blood Demon Venerable said angrily: "It's the same trick again."

Purple Wind Demon Venerable said sternly: "These thief monks are really annoying. This time I must kill more of them to relieve my hatred."

Purple Shadow Demon Venerable frowned slightly and said: "Now each of us is relatively at a disadvantage in terms of power. We must protect the Demon Lord's clone."

The three Demon Venerables formed a "product" shape to protect the Demon Lord's clone "Monk Jiuchi" in the middle.

Yaksha Cangyue glanced at the two big monks who were coming fiercely on the opposite side, and his eyes fell on Monk Jiuheng. He quickly calculated in his heart: "This monk Jiuheng is the key to the demon-suppressing formation. As long as he is defeated, the demon-suppressing formation can be broken and the crisis can be resolved."

With a judgment, Yaksha Cangyue's eyes turned cold, and he said in a cold voice: "Monk Jiuheng, let me, the Shadow Left Envoy, learn your Buddhist skills."

After speaking, Yaksha Cangyue urged his power and pinched out strange spells with both hands. Above his fingertips, a band of black spiritual light kept spinning.

Then, Yaksha Cangyue turned his hands into sword fingers and tapped the four acupoints on his chest.

As his fingers fell, the gates on the four key acupoints opened instantly.

A powerful, sealed ghost power suddenly spread out from Yaksha Cangyue's body. A swirling black spiritual power overflowed from his body, whipping the void like a whip.

At the same time, circles of inky soul fluctuations spread from Yaksha Cangyue's feet. Wherever they passed, the yin energy rolled and the ghosts circled, as if the underworld had descended.

At this moment, although Yaksha Cangyue's facial features did not change significantly, there was a dark Yaksha ghost pattern on both sides of his face, exuding the breath of a great ghost king.

The dark green pine robe behind him flew up, and the whole person was like a Yaksha war god from the underworld.

But seeing Yaksha Cangyue leaving a residual image behind him, he rushed towards the monk Jiuheng opposite.

At this moment, a emerald green light flashed, and a skinny figure blocked the front of Monk Jiuheng. It was Monk Jiuheng.

"Brother, let me deal with this man, you lead the stick monks in the demon-suppressing formation to deal with the three demons." Monk Jiuheng said loudly.

"Okay. Brother, be careful." Monk Jiuheng responded.

Monk Jiuheng put his hands together, and as soon as he urged his body, a tall dead tree statue suddenly appeared behind him.

There was no leaf on the dead tree statue, but there were light golden runes on the surface.

As Monk Jiuheng added the power of the spell, the surface of the huge dead tree behind him grew green branches and leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it became lush in an instant, exuding a strong wood spirit.

"Buddhism - the art of withering and flourishing!"

Suddenly, the seemingly skinny and short body of Monk Jiuheng burst out with a cold wood attribute power, and circles of green vines and shadows stretched and spread under his feet, and the soul domain had already materialized.

"The power of this Shadow Left Envoy is a mutated ghost power, which should not be underestimated. If I, Old Kutou, don't show some real skills, I'm afraid it will be difficult to win." Monk Jiuku judged in his heart.

The next moment, Monk Jiuku fought with Yaksha Cangyue.

The two of them fought with fists and feet, and exploded circles of spiritual power fluctuations visible to the naked eye.

After just a few rounds, Yaksha Cangyue had an estimate of Monk Jiuku's combat power.

"This Monk Jiuku is worthy of being the top monk of the Golden Buddha Temple.

His combat power is definitely not inferior to mine. If I keep fighting with him like this, the three demon lords whose power is suppressed by the formation on the other side will definitely fall into a disadvantage. It seems that I can only use the Yaksha Three Transformations."

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

The seal of the "Yaksha ghost" head floated up and reached the height of Yaksha Cangyue's chin. Yaksha Cangyue's eyes flashed with determination, opened his mouth and sucked, a golden light rolled out, and actually sucked the "Yaksha ghost" seal into his mouth.

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

He looked more like a Yaksha ghost from the underworld. And his body aura became more violent and hot.

Crackling, Yaksha Cangyue's shoulder bones made a sound.

With two puffs, as two balls of green flames ignited on his neck, on his shoulders, there were actually two heads that were exactly the same as his body.

"Secret method - Yaksha Three Transformations!"

Yaksha Cangyue's body split into three, revealing three identical Yaksha Cangyue bodies. The three figures swayed back and forth quickly, and when they stood firm again, it was impossible to tell which one was the real body.

Without stopping for a moment, the three bodies of Yaksha Cangyue were pinching the spells at the same time, shouting the curse in unison: "The silver moon hides shadows, ghosts and gods are invisible, Yaksha changes three times..."

Buzz!

The void shook, and a huge silver moon appeared in mid-air. Silver Moon's method is perfect, and the face of a Yaksha ghost with green flame hair is looming.

"Before, this person used this technique to restrain the physical body of "Junior Brother Jiuchi". You have to be careful." Just when Yaksha Cangyue activated the "Yaksha Three Transformations" technique, Monk Jiuku guessed it at once Got a rough idea.

The silver moon dharma image conjured by Yaksha Cang Yue casts a large rolling silver light, and a bright silver barrier covered it with the Jiu Ku monk opposite.

Yaksha Cangyue's three bodies simultaneously turned into large groups of silver light spots and disappeared under the moonlight, and everything became eerily quiet.

Monk Jiu Ku's expression suddenly turned embarrassing. The falling silver moonlight directly penetrated the soul defense outside his body and invaded his soul like ice water.

"Such a powerful power of ghosts and gods." Monk Jiuku exclaimed in his heart. He truly felt that his body was instantly imprisoned by a cold force.

The next moment, a group of silver light spots suddenly appeared in three directions outside Monk Jiuku. The silver light converged, revealing three bodies of Yaksha Cangyue.

Take action!

Each of Yaksha Cangyue's three bodies stretched out a palm. Silently, he grabbed Monk Jiu Ku's shoulder.

Just then, a strange scene happened.

A group of emerald green light spots emitted from the surface of Monk Jiu Ku's body. The light spots converged, and Monk Jiuku's body became completely like a dead tree. It was like a human figure carved from a piece of dead wood, without a trace of breathing or soul power fluctuations.

boom! boom! boom!

The palms stretched out by the three clones of Yaksha Cangyue firmly grasped the dead wood.

Countless dry rattans sprouted from the surface of the dead wood, and the arms of the three bodies were tightly entangled, making it impossible to break free.

Puff puff!

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

At one place in the void, water-like ripples formed together, and a palm-sized silver moon-shaped ball of light appeared.

"Eh?" The face of Yaksha Cang Yue was reflected on the silver moon light ball, "This monk Jiu Ku's wood escape technique is so good. He escaped in time the moment he was hit by my Yaksha Three Transformation Illusion Technique."

At this moment, opposite the void where Silver Moon appeared, water-like ripples formed together, and a green vine emerged. The green rattan twists and weaves a human-shaped face, which is exactly the same as the facial features of Monk Jiu Ku.

A flash of light flashed in the eyes of the rattan head, and his eyes opened, shrewd and clear.

"Since you like the art of transformation, let me, Monk Jiu Ku, fight with you."

The next moment, the rattan ball and the silver moon light ball collided with each other in the void, just like the battle between Jiu Ku monk and Yaksha Cang Yue.

Boom boom boom... boom boom boom...

The two collided with each other, whipping up hundreds of meters of wind, which was strange and shocking.

There are many battles between monks, but fighting after transforming into one's own body is rare.

boom!

The rattan ball collided with the silver moon light ball at full speed, exploding a swirling halo of light, sweeping across the void like the shadow of a hundred-foot sword.

The two groups of light and shadow converged, and the bodies of Monk Jiu Ku and Yaksha Cang Yue reappeared.

"Monk Jiuku, I understand." Yaksha Cangyue said.

"Shadow Zuo Envoy, we haven't decided the winner yet." Monk Jiuku said coldly.

The two bodies are fighting again, making it difficult to separate them.

On the other side, Monk Jiuheng also launched an attack.

However, the target of Monk Jiuheng's attack was the physical body of the Demon Lord's avatar "Monk Jiuchi" who was crossing his legs and adjusting his breath with his eyes closed.

"This guy took away the body of Senior Brother Abbot. His crime is unforgivable." Cursing in his heart, Monk Jiuheng flashed forward and rushed forward.

Upon seeing this, the Purple Blood Demon Lord, the Purple Wind Demon Lord and the Purple Shadow Demon Lord immediately stood in front of the Demon Lord's clone.

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

There were flying purple demonic auras emanating from his body. In Feijuan's Yuanmo aura, purple runes were twisting and shining, and their shapes were extremely huge.

Purple light is flying, purple talismans are flying, and purple blood is crazy.

The powerful demon blood field spread out, and wherever it passed, there was a frenzy of purple blood and rolling purple electricity, fully demonstrating the powerful level of a monk in the Heavenly Tribulation Realm. But at this moment, he can only perform at the level of the first level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm, which pales in comparison with the level of the opposite monk Jiuheng, who is at the peak of the second level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm.

As the power of the "Purple Blood Demon Lord" improved, purple magic lines appeared on his exposed arms, and the power of his physical body suddenly strengthened.

The Purple Blood Demon Lord loudly said: "Thief monk, first ask me if I agree with the fist of the Purple Blood Demon Lord."

On the surface of his fist, the color of purple blood rolled and solidified, and a huge purple lion's head appeared. The purple lion's head was solid and real, with an angry mouth and bloody teeth, as if it came from the devil's realm, causing the surrounding void to faintly collapse.

"Fist Technique - Demonic Lion Roar!"

Punch out!

The lion roars!

Monk Jiuheng narrowed his eyes and shouted: "Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

Monk Jiuheng punched out, and suddenly a lifelike golden Arhat appeared, accompanied by shocking Sanskrit sounds. It was the "Great Sanskrit Sound Arhat Boxing" that he was good at.

boom!

The fist wind exploded, and the purple lion dharma image conjured by the Purple Blood Demon Lord's fist was suppressed by Monk Jiuheng's Great Sanskrit Sound Arhat Fist in just an instant.

The purple lion let out a cry, turning into a rolling purple line of blood and collapsing into nothingness.

At this moment, the three Demon Lords' abilities were suppressed by the Demon Subduing Formation. They could only perform at the level of the first level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm. Compared with the abilities of the opposite monk Jiuheng, who was on the second level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm, it was natural. It's a lot different.

And monk Jiuheng relied on the blessing of the demon subduing array to perform even more powerfully. As one goes and the other goes, Monk Jiuheng's advantages are greatly brought into play.

With just one punch, the Purple Blood Demon Lord was defeated by Monk Jiuheng. The Purple Blood Demon Lord flew dozens of feet away, kneeling on one knee, with the corners of his mouth stained red, his body trembling, and unable to gather his power.

Next, the Purple Wind Demon Lord and the Purple Shadow Demon Lord were knocked down by Monk Jiuheng's Great Fanyin Arhat punch.

The three Demon Lords' bodies were all severely damaged and temporarily unable to fight back.

Monk Jiuheng looked at the physical body of the Demon Lord's clone "Monk Jiuchi" who was still sitting cross-legged opposite, with a complex look on his face and tears streaming from his eyes.

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

Monk Jiuheng raised his fist high.