Chapter 450 Demon Monk's Arm

The poor monk seemed to have felt something. He looked at the big gourd in Zhuge Fuliang's arms in surprise and said, "Is it really a yin and yang fire inside?"

Since the other party has a feeling, Zhuge Fuliang no longer hides it and nod.

The poor monk's face was solemn and suddenly woke up: "It turns out that Xiaoyou is the mysterious person who burned the Taiyi Immortal Sect who made a lot of noise before."

"The master won't go to inform, will he?" Zhuge Buriang laughed.

The poor monk smiled and said, "My little friend is very careful. I, Qianye City, have never participated in the affairs between the major immortals. This Buddha treasure is in the hands of Xiaoyou. It seems that Xiaoyou is predestined with Buddhism. As long as Xiaoyou is in Qianye City, the old monk can guarantee that no one will make things difficult for you.

"Thank you very much." Zhuge Buzure saluted heavily.

The poor monk put his hands together and suddenly said, "It's just that there is one thing to ask for. I hope the little friend can complete it. After it is done, I will give this gourd plug to the little friend and turn it into a complete magic weapon."

Hearing what the poor monk said, Zhuge Wuliang suddenly moved his heart and stared at the black awl in the hands of the poor monk.

"Master, please speak." Zhuge is not bright or pretentious. He really hopes to turn the black gourd into a complete magic weapon. There is no doubt that this gourd is something left by the demon monk in those years. Such an unheavenly figure, what he left behind is nothing.

At present, Zhuge Fuliang can only use this black gourd to install yin and yang fire. I don't know if it has any other functions.

"My little friend, come with me." The poor monk turned around and walked towards this small valley. Zhuge Buo followed him. In this beautiful valley, he turned left and right, passed through a secret forest and came to the edge of a small pool.

The pool is clear, and there is a faint fairy light flowing.

The poor monk made a Buddha seal and slapped him in the pool. A golden palm print sank into the pool. Suddenly, a black gas rushed out of the pool, and Zhuge Buteng felt a violent vibration from the ground.

The black gas filled the whole pool in an instant, and the clear pool became like ink in an instant.

At this time, the poor monk grabbed Zhuge Fuliang and retreated.

Just after the two withdrew, the pool was all shrouded in black fog. From the dark pool, a purple crystal slowly rose, and the amethyst rose brilliantly, swinging away the surrounding black fog.

Zhuge Buliang's pupils shrank, and he saw an arm in the amethyst. There were only bones left in the arm, no flesh and blood, and the whole body was made of black gold.

"This is..." Zhuge Fuliang said in surprise.

"This is the broken arm of the demon monk in those years." The poor monk said, "In those years, I strayed into an ancient tomb and found this broken arm and the gourd plug in the coffin of the ancient tomb. Later, it was found that the broken arm buried in the ancient tomb was left by the demon monk.

"Tomb robbery?! Master, do you still have this skill?

"This residual arm was sealed by a force. Later, I found that this residual arm had a little connection with the gourd plug. I wanted to use the gourd plug to untie the seal in the residual arm, but the breath on the gourd plug was too weak." The poor monk said.

"You want me to use this gourd magic weapon to help you stimulate the remnants of the demon monk." Zhuge Fuliang has understood the thoughts of the poor monks.

The poor monk nodded: "This gourd magic weapon was left by the demon monk in those years. I gave you the gourd plug and pieced it together into a complete magic weapon, which will definitely stimulate the residual arm."

Zhuge Bulao looked at the black arm in the amethyst and muttered in his heart. He didn't know the demon monk, but only learned about his existence from the poor monk population. Who knows that he is the evil? The broken arm doesn't look like a serious thing, with a black light all around and an ominous atmosphere.

"Don't worry, little friend, you just need to untie the seal. If there is any change, I am confident that I can solve it." The poor monk seemed to have guessed the worries in Zhuge Fuliang's heart and said.

Zhuge thought about it over and over again, and then took a look at the gourd plug in the palm of the poor monk. He was cruel and nodded: "Okay! I can only do my best, if I can't succeed..."

"The old monk has nothing to say." The poor monk said and handed the black awl to Zhuge Fuliang.

Zhuge Wuliang took over the black cone and suddenly felt that there seemed to be some kind of feeling between the black cone and the black gourd. He pulled out the broken handle of the knife and pressed the black awl on the mouth of the gourd. Suddenly, the black gourd and the black awl were perfectly combined, and golden "Ski" prints appeared on the black gourd.

There has been an obvious change on the surface of the black gourd. On one side is a golden arhat, and on the other side is a fierce head. The two gods seem to have a breath of life. Zhuge Buliang felt strange that the image of arhat and the image of Toutuo appeared on the black gourd were very similar to the two incarnations of poor monks.

The poor monk had begun to act. He slapped his hand, and the golden Buddha light was turbulent and hit the amethyst. The amethyst was attacked, cracks appeared, and finally the amethyst burst like broken glass.

The black arm leaked in the air, and the black fog around it was thicker, just like the birth of a demon king, with gusts of wind and thunder.

"Brush!"

Zhuge Butang knocked out the black gourd out. Because he had the black paper symbol on his body, there was a connection with the black gourd and could control the black gourd. The black gourd flew around and went straight to the black arm.

"Boom!"

At this time, the flow on the black gourd is no longer yin and yang, but a dark light stream. The statues of Luohan and Toutuo on the gourd seemed to be completely alive at this moment and flew out of the gourd.

Luohan turned into a golden word "Sthus", and the head became a black word "sthus".

Two swast" prints flew around the broken arm. The broken arm suddenly crackled, and spells flew out of the broken arm and dissipated in the air.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the broken arm burst into a black light, the bone joints began to move, and five black jade-like bone fingers stretched.

At this time, the black "Swade" and the golden "Swas" once again became the image of arhat and Toutuo, branded on the black gourd.

Zhuge Fuliang quickly summoned the black gourd back.

"It worked! Amitabha!" The poor monk was surprised.

"Rumble!"

The black arm rose from the air, and the black gas steamed. The whole small valley was suddenly shrouded in black air, and the magic clouds were surging. The valley was in a mess for a moment, the water was dry, and the strange flowers and grass were dry, as if all the essence had been taken away in an instant.

"brush~~"

The amputated arm was imprinted with one hand, and the ink airflow surged out. The whole valley collapsed and shook.

Zhuge Fuliang quickly retreated with the black gourd in his arms.

And the broken arm actually chased after it and went straight to Zhuge Fuliang. To be precise, it should be for the black gourd in Zhuge Fuliang's arms.

"Wh!" Zhuge Buluo pulled out the gourd plug and was about to release the yin and yang fire.

"I'll do it!" At this time, the poor monks rushed up and stopped in front of Zhuge Fuliang. At this moment, the poor monk became extremely strange. Half of his body was golden and solemn, just like a Buddha. The other half of the body is black steaming, with a ferocious face and a fierce light in his eyes.

"Hum!"

The poor monk made a golden and black "scorpion" seal and faced the broken arm.

The broken arm also began to be printed with one hand, and a black "Scorpion" print flew out, colliding with the real seal of the word "Scorpion" made by poverty. The two touched each other and burst into pieces.

Endless black gas gushed out of the broken arms, and the black gas condensed into a huge claw, and the broken magic cloud grabbed the poor monks.

At this time, the golden and black airflows surged around the poor monks, and the two gods appeared beside him.

The golden arhat in a broken moat is holding a diamond pestle, and the fierce head is holding a black ring knife in his hand, and the two gods rushed up. The poor monks continued to type the "Scorpion" gold seal to resist each other.

The war is continuous, the magic clouds are rolling, the poor monk and the two gods fight against the demon monk's arms, and the fierce aftermath of the fierce war almost destroyed this small space.

The poor monk shook his hand and made more than a dozen prohibitions, which fixed the small space that almost collapsed.

Zhuge Fuliang retreated to the edge of the valley, holding a big gourd in his arms. He looked at the magical power of the poor monk, which seemed to have some similarities with the tricks of the demon monk's broken arms.

Zhuge Buliang's heart was shocked. Thinking of what the poor monk said before, he had entered the tomb of the demon monk at the beginning, although only a broken arm of the head demon monk was buried in the tomb. I'm afraid that the poor monk not only got the broken arm of the demon monk, but also got the inheritance left by the demon monk.

"Boom!"

More than a dozen prohibitions were destroyed in an instant, and at this time, the poor monk and the two incarnations surrounded the demon monk's arm in the middle in a triangular array.

The combination of the three real seals of the word "wan" condensed into a golden and black whirlpool, covering the remnant arm of the demon monk.

"Hum~~"

The demon monk's broken arm wanted to escape, but after all, he was covered by the golden-black whirlpool, like a mud cow entering the sea and disappearing in an instant.

"Puff!"

At the same time, the poor monks spewed out a mouthful of blood and turned pale.

"Is the master all right?" Zhuge Fuliang flew up.

The impoverished monk shook his hand, put away the two gods, and said with a wry smile, "It's okay. Although I have suffered a little damage, after all, the demon monk's broken arms subdued."

"Does the master want to take that broken arm for his own use?" Zhuge asked.

The poor monk coughed up a mouthful of blood. It seemed that this short battle was very hurt to him. He did not answer Zhuge Fuliang's words, but said, "Thank you for helping the old monk untie the seal of the demon monk's broken arm. This kindness is written down by the old monk."

Looking at the messy valley, the poor monk said, "I want to repair this place, and I will ask Xiaoyun to help you arrange a temporary rest."

"Is the master's injury okay?"

"It doesn't matter."