Underground palace.
Inside the stone palace.
After the four of them, Li Ziye, wiped out a group of white-eyed underworlds, things changed again in the underground palace.
The sky was filled with black energy, and figures with six strong auras and dark eyes walked out.
"Black eyes."
When Zhouhu saw the six people, his expression became slightly condensed and he asked, "Young Master, is this the Black-Eyed Netherworld you are talking about?"
"Um."
Li Ziye nodded and said solemnly, "Be careful, this thing can't be killed."
"Amitabha, no matter how many things there are, let's take a look first!"
On the side, Sanzang said something and rushed forward to strike first. The beads in his hand turned into swastika chains and flew over, wrapping around one of the Netherworld statues.
"Roar!"
Mingtu looked up to the sky and roared, the black air around him roared and roared, and the terrifying aura erupted, directly shaking open the Buddha beads chain, punched out, and counterattacked strongly.
There was a roar, and the moment the fist became stronger, a bright mirror appeared in front of Sanzang, blocking the heavy blow.
After just one round of attack and defense, Sanzang's expression became completely serious.
Really awesome!
This thing is far from comparable to the defective product just now.
What's even more troublesome is that these six Netherworld figures all have powerful auras at the level of the fifth realm.
When Sanzang took action to stop a Netherworld, on the other side, Zhouhu held a golden ring sword and blocked two Netherworlds by himself. His cultivation in the late stage of the Five Realms fully exploded.
Among the four purple-clad deacons of Morning, Day, Night, and Night, although Dayhu is the least reliable one, his strength is definitely not weak.
There is really no weak person who can cultivate to the late stage of the Five Realms.
However, Black-Eyed Netherworld's strength is extremely strong, and coupled with his immortal body, it is difficult for Dayhu to gain much upper hand at one time against two.
In the third battle, Bai Wangyu also took action to stop the two Netherworld figures, minimizing the pressure on Li Ziye's side.
In the battle situation, Haoran's righteousness surged, his swords flashed, and there was a hint of domineering in the peace.
In the last direction, Li Ziye was fighting against a Netherworld figure alone, and the fight was also very fierce.
The black-eyed Netherworld has an immortal body. No matter how many times it is injured, it can recover in the shortest time. Its incredible regeneration ability even became a nightmare for the gods thousands of years ago.
Of course, powerful men like Rushou and Taiyuan can still kill Black-Eyed Netherworld. However, Taiyuan has passed away and Confucian Head has grown old. In this world, Black-Eyed Netherland is almost an immortal existence.
At least, the great cultivators of the fifth realm cannot kill the underworlds at the fifth realm level.
As for the Black-Eyed Netherworld, the weakest one has a strength close to the level of the fifth realm. After all, the production of the Black-Eyed Netherland requires the blood of the Demon King or the Demon Emperor. The cost is too high and cannot be wasted on the second or third realm. Level human warrior.
"boom!"
During the battle, the true energy was shaking, and the four figures retreated at the same time, back to back, and gathered together.
"Amitabha, I can't beat him, what should I do?"
Sanzang looked at the six Netherworld figures around him and said, "If this continues, we will definitely be killed by them. How about running away?"
"How to run?"
Li Ziye narrowed his eyes slightly and responded, "This underground palace is full of pits. If we touch any magic circle or are blocked by them in a dead end, we will get cold faster."
"Brother Li, the key to dealing with them should still be the sword in your hand."
Behind him, Bai Wangyu said in a solemn voice, "Sazu will not block all our ways of survival, there must be a way."
"Then keep fighting."
Li Ziye responded, "You guys buy me some time and I'll do some research."
"good!"
Bai Wangyu said in a deep voice, "Sanzang, Uncle Zhou, fight two each."
"Amitabha, okay."
Sanzang responded helplessly, no longer hiding, the demonic energy surged out from his body, black air filled the air, and the Buddha seal between his eyebrows also turned black, making him look even more underworld than underworld.
Juhu felt this and subconsciously glanced back, then was startled.
The look of this little bald donkey is so cool!
"Roar!"
When the four people were discussing countermeasures, in the main hall, the six Netherworld figures roared in unison and rushed forward quickly.
Bai Wangyu, Sanzang, and Zhou Hu immediately changed their positions and took on the shape of pin, protecting Li Ziye.
Three against six, the black-eyed Netherworld was still fighting to the death, and the pressure on the three of them skyrocketed.
Among the three of them, Li Ziye looked at the Taishi Sword in his hand, observed it for a moment, and then passed the blade across his palm to see if there was any reaction.
However, what is disappointing is that after the blood stained the sword's edge, no magic weapon recognized its master as imagined, and nothing unusual happened.
Li Ziye frowned slightly when he saw this.
no response?
"boom!"
During the battle, Sanzang knocked back one Netherworld with one palm, and the second Netherworld's attack had already arrived. During the handover of fists and palms, the second Netherworld was also knocked away.
Sanzang, who used his demonic power, was obviously much stronger than before.
However, as soon as the second Netherworld flew out, the first Netherworld came over again. Its ability to be immortal made people feel powerless.
Finally, after swatting the two Netherworld figures away several times in succession, Sanzang accidentally hit him with a punch. Suddenly, he let out a muffled groan and took several steps back.
"Ami, it belongs to his uncle!"
The clay figurine was still very angry, not to mention Sanzang, the demon monk. After being punched by Netherworld, he couldn't help breaking the rules again and swearing.
"Brother Li, haven't you figured out a way yet?"
Sanzang glanced at the people behind him and reminded, "We can't last long."
"I'm thinking about it."
Li Ziye responded casually, staring at the Taishi Sword in his hand, ready to give it a try by injecting his true energy.
However, at this moment, Li Ziye's eyes suddenly condensed and he looked at the sword body of Taishi Sword.
wrong.
He remembered that when the broken sword was pulled out, there was a gap at the edge of the sword.
Why is it gone?
Could it be?
In order to verify his guess, Li Ziye once again cut his palm with the Taishi Sword and smeared the blood on the blade.
Taishi drank blood, and a horn grew faintly from the broken edge of the sword, seeming to swallow the power in the blood and repair his body.
Li Ziye's expression condensed when he saw this scene.
I see!
Returning to Taishi actually means this.
After a brief thought, Li Ziye came back to his senses and looked at the figure of Mingtu who was fighting with the young monk. Without any further hesitation, his figure swept out and came behind Mingtu.
The Taishi Sword thrust out and penetrated directly into the back of the underworld.
"Roar!"
Black-eyed Mingtu seemed to be in pain, roared angrily, and was about to turn around and fight back.
Seeing this, Sanzang swung the Buddhist beads in his hand, locking the body of Netherworld. At the same time, he clapped his palm and knocked the second Netherworld away.
"Thanks!"
Li Ziye thanked him, stretched out his hand to clasp Mingtu, which was temporarily locked by the beads, and passed by, leaving the battle.
Ten feet away, Li Ziye held the hilt of the Taishi Sword, pouring in his true energy to help the Taishi Sword devour the power of the underworld.
But at the heart of Netherland, the Taishi Sword continued to swallow the power of Netherland's flesh and blood, turning it into the most primitive spiritual energy to repair the broken sword's edge.
The next moment, the edge of the Taishi Sword grew rapidly, and within a few breaths, nearly half of it had been repaired.
