But the most he can do is curse on the bank for a while, and he can't go down into the river of blood.
The Yinming Blood River is the most filthy and filthy place in the three realms. Even if the Great Luo Jinxian enters it, the immortal body will be contaminated with filth, and the soul will corrode the bones, which cannot be easily eradicated.
Although he has a ninth-generation golden body and has cultivated the Nine-turn Yuan Gong to the extreme, and should be able to withstand the erosion of the blood river, he does not dare to take risks easily.
That Taoist's cultivation level was not weaker than his at all, and his divine passage method was even more weird. When he entered the Blood River, he lost his geographical advantage and became an away battle.
Just as Tang San was racking his brains, cursing all the ancient and modern Chinese and foreign vocabulary he was familiar with, and was about to leave, a bulging blood bag quickly escaped from the bottom of the blood river.
There was a crash, and the blood bag burst, and someone emerged, who else but the dirty evil realm.
I saw the evil spirit looking at him arrogantly and saying: "Jin Chan, I spared your life last time. I didn't expect you to be so reckless and come to provoke me!"
"After all, you are a man who has been enlightened for many years. It is very hateful to humiliate me with your dirty words!"
Those small mung bean eyes were filled with fierce light, and a violent and sinister aura came out, but he did not go ashore and looked around cautiously.
This bastard is really too cautious!
Tang San buried his heart and sent a message to the torturer, asking him to quietly enter the village and shoot him without a gun. When the battle starts, he will give him a hard blow to win the final decision with a stick.
Sun Xingzhe received the message and rushed here quickly.
Tang Sanbian took out two tight hoops and shook them, "Haha, your grandpa is laughing so hard. Then who was it that begged for mercy and faked his death to escape last time?"
"Will you spare Buddha's life?"
"Are you worthy?"
He straightened his arms and hooked his fingers, "Come here!"
The Taoist was furious, "Jin Chan, if you hadn't had the Immortal Gathering Flag of the Golden Mother of Yaochi, you would have become my bloody food, so what would you be proud of?"
"I didn't expect that the once-famous Six-winged Golden Cicada not only joined the Western religion, but also relied on a woman to help him. I really made the Taoist laugh to death."
"By the way, let the golden mother show up too!"
It turned out that the Taoist had never come ashore because he was wary of the Queen Mother in the dark.
Tang San's burial was broken.
Are you questioning whether a poor monk is eating soft food?
You are so good, is this poor monk relying on his strength to conquer Wan Jin?
Even if you eat soft food, it is still part of your strength. You dirty, smelly, ugly monster, why don't you try eating one?
"What are you barking at?"
"Last time, Lord Buddha just didn't have a magic weapon to take advantage of. He borrowed a summons from Yaochi. Are you worthy of letting the Queen Mother take action?"
"Today, Lord Buddha also has a magic weapon at his disposal. If we fight again, would you dare?"
"Asshole, you've gone too far to bully others. Even if the Golden Mother comes, there's nothing you can do about it!"
"Die to Master Dao!"
The Taoist stepped forward, causing a wave of blood, and a short spear exuding a ferocious aura emerged from his hand, stabbing him with deep resentment and violent power.
Although Tang Sanbian couldn't help but speak provocatively, deep down in his heart he didn't dare to neglect at all. He could only feel a flash of murderous intent in front of his eyes.
Came so fast!
Tang Sanzian used the tight hoop in his hand to smash the short spear diagonally, and the tight hoop in his other hand slashed at the man's neck. The other person withdrew his hand, and the tail of the gun swept across and knocked open the tight hoop.
In an instant, the two of them had exchanged countless moves, each blow had the power of breaking mountains and rocks, and the short collision sounds of the magic weapons seemed to be connected into a long and soft moan.
The blood river was affected by the power of the fighting, and suddenly shook like a tsunami. The yellow wind and blood waves beat randomly, which caused suffering to the creatures in the blood river.
Fortunately, the land of the underworld is magical enough. Although every collision of the true essence and immortal magic will explode a huge ravine, it cannot break the earth here.
And those ravines slowly recovered after the true energy dissipated.
Tang Sanzian felt that his realm and true energy were not as good as this person's, but his superiority was due to the powerful Tao body. Although this person also had an immortal body, he couldn't compare with his double Tao body.
Fortunately, this Taoist, like him, has not mastered a certain Tao, otherwise he would have run away earlier.
Even so, it also made Tang Sanzong complain endlessly. This person was born with sensitivity to speed and concealment, as if he was born with an instinctive talent, which made him tired of resisting.
The most terrible thing is that whether it is the man's skill or the short gun in his hand, when he is activated, his essence and blood always feel unstable, as if the blood is about to leave the body.
Fortunately, the soul had the luck suppression written on the Monument of King Yu and was not disordered.
And this Taoist was also frightened. The last time he had a fight with Jin Chan, he was able to suppress Jin Chan and beat him, and Jin Chan's Buddhist cultivation was firmly restrained by him.
In just a short time, this bastard has become so powerful. Not only can he fight on par with himself, but his blood-killing gun can't absorb even the slightest bit of essence and blood.
If the opponent doesn't use Buddhist magical powers, he will have no advantage. Besides, this bastard might also be carrying the Western Ruijin flag. If he really sacrifices the flag, then he will be in danger.
This man observed while fighting, and it seemed that Jin Chan came alone, and did not sense the aura of the Great Heavenly Lord, and the other party had no intention of using the Ruijin Flag, so he felt a little relieved.
It's not possible to continue fighting like this. If it drags on for a long time, it will be troublesome to attract the attention of those in the underworld...
The Taoist then used his magical power, leaving behind a clone, quietly escaping his true body, and went around behind Tang San's burial to display his own magical power.
Tang Sanzong, who was in the midst of a fierce fight, suddenly felt that the aura of the man in front of him had weakened, and murderous intent was coming from his back. He thought to himself: You bastard, I have been guarding against your attack for a long time!
Using the Nine Transformation Yuan Gong, he raised his golden Taoist body to the extreme, ignoring the offensive in front of him, transforming his body into shape, and moving away the vital parts of his back.
He reached out and took out the brick, twisted his waist and swung his arms, and slapped it hard on the back. It was impossible to take down this man unscathed, and he could only get injured easily.
As a good brick player, he naturally knows how to use his waist to exert force, his arms are like whipping whips, and bricks are like shooting stars.
Rounding is the only way to make bricks!
He was betting that this humane magical power obviously belonged to the evil category, and it lived in the most filthy and filthy place like the Blood River.
However, the luck on the Monument of King Yu is exactly the nemesis of restraining this evil power, apart from Buddhism.
This guy is immune to the power of Buddhism, so let’s see if you are immune to luck?
puff……
Snapped!
Two slight sounds sounded at the same time. Tang San was injured on the front and back. His thigh was stabbed by a short spear, and his back was stabbed by the same unknown thing.
But before the Taoist could finish using his magical power, his head was hit by a brick and he flew backwards, making him dizzy.
Tang Sanbian picked up the brick again and beat the clone in front of him to death. A streak of gray energy dissipated in front of his eyes and penetrated into the man's body with a swish.
But it was the short spear that was still inserted into Tang San's thigh.
Tang Sanbian pulled out the short spear, and an evil and violent aura poured into his palm. He hit the short spear with another brick, and the Taoist on the ground screamed.
The short gun in his hand went silent!
"Jin Chan... what kind of magic weapon do you have?"
The man lay on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up. He raised his head slightly, narrowed his eyes and asked weakly.
At this moment, Tang Sanbian wanted to look up to the sky and laugh wildly. He saw that the man's nose was blue and his eyes were swollen, blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his annoying little mung bean eyes were swollen to the size of walnuts.
This brick might have broken the man's brow bone.
"The first of the seven weapons, Brick!"
As expected, luck suppressed this man greatly, and the trauma caused by the brick was secondary, but the impact of luck wrapped on it made him confused and gave him a splitting headache!
He quickly restrained the short spear, blocking the connection between the man and the magic weapon, threw it into the sea shell, and drank: "Wukong, if you don't do it yet, when will you wait?"
The tight hoop in his hand shot out.
A golden stick shadow fell from the sky!
