The poor monk seemed to have felt something, and looked at the big gourd in Zhuge Buliang's arms in surprise and said, "Is there really Yin and Yang Fire inside?"

Since the other party had already felt a sense of emotion, Zhuge Buliang no longer concealed it and nodded.nubbt卡bb

The poor monk looked solemn and suddenly realized: "It turns out that my friend is the mysterious man from the Huo Shao Taiyi Immortal Sect who had caused a lot of trouble before."

"Master will not go to report the news, right?" Zhuge Buliang smiled.

The poor monk smiled and said, "My friend is so worried. I, Qianye City, have never participated in the affairs of various immortal sects. This Buddha treasure is in my hands. It seems that my friend has a fate with Buddhism. As long as my friend is in Qianye City, the old monk can guarantee that no one will make things difficult for you."[

"Thank you." Zhuge Buliang bowed heavily.

The poor monk clasped his hands and suddenly said, "I just want to ask for something. I hope my friend can accomplish it. After the matter is done, I will give this gourd stopper to my friend and turn it into a complete magic weapon."

After hearing what the poor monk said, Zhuge Buliang's heart moved and stared at the black awl in the hands of the poor monk.

"Master, please speak." Zhuge Buliang was not artificial. He really hoped to turn the black gourd into a complete magic weapon. This gourd was left by the demon monk back then. Such a heaven-defiant figure, what he left behind was nothing.

At present, Zhuge Buliang can only use this black gourd to install Yin and Yang fire, and he has no idea whether it has other functions.

"Friends with me." The poor monk turned around and walked towards this small valley. Zhuge Buliang followed behind, turned left and right in this small valley with beautiful mountains and rivers, passed through a forest in a secret realm, and came to a small pool.

The pool is clear and a faint fairy light flows faintly.

The poor monk made a Buddhist seal and slapped a palm into the pool. A golden palm seal sank into the pool. Suddenly, a black air rushed out of the pool. Zhuge Buliang felt a violent vibration coming from the underground.

The black air instantly filled the entire pool, and the clear water in the pool became like ink in an instant.

At this time, the poor monk grabbed Zhuge Buliang and stepped back.

Just after the two of them left, the pool was covered with black fog. From the ink-black water, a piece of purple crystal slowly rose up, and the amethyst was filled with light, swaying the surrounding black fog.

Zhuge Buliang's pupils shrank, and he saw a piece of arm in the amethyst. His arm was only bones, no flesh and blood, and his whole body was like black gold.

"This" Zhuge Buliang said in surprise.

"This is the broken arm of the demon monk back then." The poor monk said: "I accidentally entered an ancient tomb and found the broken arm and the gourd stopper in the coffin of the ancient tomb. Later, I found that the broken arm buried in the ancient tomb was left by the demon monk."

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

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

"You want me to use this gourd magic weapon to help you stimulate the broken arm of the demon monk." Zhuge Buliang already understood the thoughts of the poor monk.

The poor monk nodded: "This gourd magic weapon was left by the demon monk back then. I will give you the gourd stopper and piece it together into a complete magic weapon, which will definitely stimulate the broken arm."

Zhuge Buliang looked at the black arm in the amethyst and felt a little confused. He didn't know the demon monk, and he only learned his existence from the poor monk. Who knew he was evil? The broken arm didn't look like a serious thing, with black light flashing all over, and an ominous aura.

"Don't worry, my friend, you just need to untie the seal. If there is any change, I have confidence in the old monk." The poor monk seemed to guess the worries in Zhuge Buliang's heart and said.

Zhuge Buliang thought about it again and again, then glanced at the gourd stopper in the palm of the poor monk, and nodded cruelly: "Okay! I can only do my best, if I can't succeed."

"The old monk said nothing." The poor monk said, and had already handed the black awl to Zhuge Buliang.

Zhuge Buliang took the black cone and suddenly felt that some kind of sense appeared between the black cone and the black gourd. He pulled out the broken handle and pressed the black awl on the mouth of the gourd. Suddenly, the black gourd and the black awl were perfectly combined, and golden "卍" seals appeared on the black gourd.

The surface of the black gourd has changed significantly. On one side is a golden-body arhat sitting cross-legged, and on the other side is a ferocious and evil Tou Tuo. The two divine shadows seem to have a breath of life. Zhuge Buliang felt strange. The images of the arhat and the images of the tou Tuo on the black gourd are very similar to the two incarnations of a poor monk.

The poor monk had already started to act. He slapped his palm and the golden Buddha light surged towards the amethyst. The amethyst was attacked, and cracks appeared one after another, and finally the amethyst burst like broken glass.

The black arms were exposed to the air, and the black fog around them became even more intense, just like the devil was born, with wind and thunder.

"brush!"

Zhuge Buliang beat the black gourd out. Because he had the black paper talisman on his body, it was related to the black gourd, so he could control the black gourd. The black gourd flew around and headed straight for the black arm.

"boom!"

At this time, what flowed out from the black gourd was no longer the yin and yang energy, but an ink-colored stream of light. The arhat and the head of the gourd seemed to have completely lived at this moment and flew out of the gourd.

The Arhats turned into a golden character "卍" and the Toutuo turned into a black character "卍".

Two "卍" seals flew around the broken arm, and the broken arm suddenly made a "crackling" sound, and spells flew out of the broken arm and dissipated in the air.

"boom!"

At this moment, the broken arms burst out with black light, the bones and joints began to move, and five bone fingers that looked like black jade stretched out.

At this time, the black "卍" characters and the golden "卍" characters once again became images of Arhat and Toutu, and were imprinted on the black gourd.

Zhuge Buliang quickly summoned the black gourd back.

"Successful! Amitabha!" said the poor monk in surprise.

"Boom!"

The black residual arms rose up in the air, and the black air evaporated. The entire valley was suddenly covered by black air, and the demon clouds surged. The valley was in a mess, the water flowed withered, and the strange flowers and plants were dry, as if all the essence was instantly drawn away.

"Brush~~"

The broken arm actually formed a seal with one hand, and the ink-colored air flow surged out. The entire valley collapsed and the earth sank, shaking.

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

And the broken arm actually chased after him and headed straight for Zhuge Buliang. To be precise, it should be heading for the black gourd in Zhuge Buliang's arms.

"Damn!" Zhuge Buliang pulled out the gourd stopper and was about to release the yin and yang fire.

"I'll do it!" At this time, the poor monk rushed up and stopped Zhuge Buliang. At this moment, the poor monk became strange, with half of his body shining brightly and solemn in treasure, just like a Buddhist son standing in the ordinary. The other half was filled with black air, his face was ferocious, and a fierce light shot out from his eyes.

"Buzz"

The poor monk cast a golden and black "卍" seal and faced the broken arm.

The broken arm also began to form seals with one hand, and a black "卍" seal flew out, colliding with the real "卍" seal that was difficult to produce. The two touched each other and burst into pieces.

The black air gushed out of the broken arms, and the black air condensed into a huge demon claw, and the broken demon cloud was captured at the poor monk.

At this time, the golden and black air flows surged around the poor monks, and two gods appeared around them.

The golden arhat wearing a broken cassock held a vajra in his hand, while the ferocious Toutuo held a black ring knife in his hand, and two gods rushed forward. The poor monk continued to make a golden seal with the character "卍" to fight against it.

The battle between the whole sky, the demon clouds rolled, the poor monks and the two gods transformed into gods and the remaining arms of the demon monks, the aftermath of the fierce battle almost destroyed this small space.

The poor monk shook his hands and threw out more than a dozen prohibitions, freezing the almost shattered small space.

Zhuge Buliang retreated to the edge of the valley, holding a big gourd in his arms. He watched the various magical powers of the poor monk, which seemed to have some similarities with the methods used by the demon monk's broken arms.

Zhuge Buliang was shocked and recalled what the poor monk said before. He had entered the tomb of the demon monk. Although only a piece of the broken arm of the demon monk was buried in the tomb, the poor monk probably not only obtained the broken arm of the demon monk, but also obtained the inheritance left by the demon monk.

"boom!"

More than a dozen prohibitions were instantly destroyed, and at this time, the poor monk and the two incarnations formed a triangular formation to surround the demon monk's remaining arms in the middle.

The three true seals of the characters "卍" were combined and condensed into a whirlpool of gold and black, covering the demon monk's broken arms.

“Buzz~~”

The demon monk wanted to escape, but in the end he was covered by the golden black vortex, like a mud cow entering the sea and disappeared inside in an instant.

"puff!"

At the same time, the poor monk spit out a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale.

"Master, right?" Zhuge Buliang flew up.

The poor monk shook his hand and put away the two gods, and smiled bitterly: "Although I suffered a little harm, it was the demon monk who had finally subdued his arms."

"The master wants to take the broken arm for his own use?" Zhuge Buliang asked.

The poor monk coughed up a mouthful of blood. It seemed that this short battle was very hurt for him. He did not answer Zhuge Buliang's words, but said, "I would like to thank you for helping the old monk unseal the seal of the demon monk's broken arm. The old monk wrote down this kindness."

After looking at the messy valley, the poor monk said, "Old monk, I want to repair this place, and let Xiaoyun arrange a temporary resting place for you later."

"Is the master's injury?"

"harm."
Chapter completed!