Supreme Immortal Demon

The giant bear roars, the flying dragon ascends to the sky!

As Li Gong showed his power, the flying bear ascending dragon began to grow larger, occupying half of the seventh arena. It was so majestic that even the elders of the inner criminal pavilion were surprised and retreated.

Looking at the young man who was as tiny as an ant not far away, Li Gong was in high spirits, and the joy of victory appeared in his eyes.

The only thing that puzzled Li Gong was that facing the impending defeat, Luo Chuan did not feel the slightest bit of anxiety or panic. He was still standing casually as he had just entered the arena, with one hand behind his back, his head raised, and calmly watching the Dharma image that occupied most of the arena.

For no reason, Li Gong felt a little uneasy.

He just felt that Luo Chuan's eyes were too calm, and the calmness was far-reaching and profound, as if he was not here to fight, but rather immersed in some unknown past memories...

...

In the late autumn of a thousand years ago, at the same time as now, a man from a distant continent, carrying a secret that could not be told, quietly came to Tiannan.

In the Yinchuan underground city named Juye, the man from Tianchen found his first opponent.

"Defeat me in three moves?" In the square, the majestic and tall bald Taoist held a wine pot in one hand and played with the breasts of the beauty in his arms with the other hand, staring at the white-haired man foolishly.

In the night of the square, there was a snicker, and the bonfire made the intoxicated cheeks of men, women, young and old red and shiny.

The white-haired man casually swept through the monks in the city, opened his lips, and spit out two words: "Silence."

As if a gust of cold wind swept through, the originally vibrant underground city withered and died in an instant, and there was no sound.

Fei Xiongjun looked at the woman in his arms who was sealed into a stone sculpture, and his face gradually became solemn.

"Use your strongest skills, don't let their deaths be meaningless." Jiulongjun said.

The bald Taoist stood up, his back extended upward, as if connected to the city wall, equally tall and wide. The wind howled and the thunder roared, and the Taoist's figure became dim and depressed, as if hidden in the shadow of the night. At the same time, an extremely powerful aura filled the sky and clouds.

Looking up, Jiulongjun stared at the behemoth that fell from the sky and seemed to overwhelm the city, and a trace of disappointment appeared on his face.

"Dharma image? Boring."

Jiulongjun's body turned into a residual image, he seemed to move, but also seemed not to move.

When he turned around, the dragon bear Dharma image exploded above his head like fireworks. And the majestic bald Taoist, he stood in the center of the square, but he could no longer move.

"One move..."

A mysterious laugh sounded in the night, and the huge Yinchuan underground city was reduced to a deadly place in the laughter of the Nine Dragon Lord.

...

A thousand years later, in the empty mountain world, Luo Chuan put away his reminiscence.

The strongest man in the south of the sky, the hidden skill of the Holy Lord Fei Xiong, is the Flying Bear Rising Dragon Dharma. This is the most hidden backhand killer move of the Fei Xiong Lord, who would have thought that when he used it for the first time, he would encounter the Nine Dragon Lord.

The Dharma Heaven and Earth is indeed terrible, but it is not the opponent of the Nine Dragon Lord.

With his eyes focused, Luo Chuan's mind returned to the seventh fighting field.

The Dharma Heaven and Earth, pressing forward, fighting the small with the big and bullying the weak with the strong, is the first orthodox fighting method in thousands of years.

He took a step forward, and before Luo Chuan could circulate his true energy, the movement of his body tore the air in half.

In an instant, Luo Chuan appeared under the Dharma of more than 20 feet.

There were bursts of exclamations outside the fighting field.

No one would have thought that facing the obviously invincible Dharma of Heaven and Earth, Luo Chuan would actually choose to force his way in. Many people showed disappointment in their eyes, Nun Dangmo looked away, and Elder Duan sighed in a low voice.

The shadow of the Dharma like a mountain submerged Luo Chuan, and at this moment, a strange breath suddenly rose. Those who watched the battle were all cultivators, with sharp five senses, and they all sensed the despair in the breath.

"Don't overestimate your own abilities! Are you looking for death!"

The elder of the Neixing Pavilion who was guarding the seventh fighting field was furious, and without thinking, he flew to save.

Under the shadow of the Dharma, Luo Chuan put one hand behind his back and the other hand passed through the residual shadow. The airflow around him seemed to be summoned, and all gathered in his palm in an instant.

His fist seemed to move, but it seemed not to move.

The past a thousand years ago finally repeated itself a thousand years later.

When Luo Chuan turned around, with a "boom", the Dharma of Heaven and Earth was shattered above his head! The light and shadow of Fei Xiong Sheng Long were like fireworks, turning into dust and disappearing.

Li Gong's eyes were devoid of spirit, and his face was pale. He sat down in the middle of the fighting arena, dumbfounded, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and his face was full of disbelief.

The elder of the Internal Criminal Pavilion stopped running, and looked at the scene in front of him in surprise. After a while, he suddenly realized that the breath of despair did not come from Luo Chuan, but from his opponent Li Gong.

The fighting arena was silent, and everyone was stunned.

"One move..." Xiang Shaoyu's whole body was stiff, staring at Luo Chuan in disbelief, his mind was blank. In the corner of his eyes, Tang Yan'er's smile was so dazzling.

Similar reactions also appeared in Luo Fei and Yan Daoming.

Yan Daoming sat cross-legged on the ground as always, his tall figure made him particularly conspicuous, and the fiery red gun handle was tightly held in his fist, leaving a blood mark on his palm. Luo Fei's eyes froze, his mouth slightly opened, and the calm and free-spirited style of a noble gentleman left him at this moment.

"He broke a nearly fifth-grade technique with one move. You two, don't let it get you into trouble." Lu Boya's voice came from the side and back.

Luo Fei and Yan Daoming's shoulders trembled slightly, and their faces turned red at the same time.

The disciples who had previously looked down on Luo Chuan began to re-examine Luo Chuan.

"I lost."

Li Gong spoke, his voice tired and difficult.

Luo Chuan nodded and was about to leave.

At this moment, there was a sound of surprise, and everyone's eyes turned to another fighting field behind Luo Chuan.

On the first battlefield, the Black Dragon Peak disciple who had just entered the arena had just used his technique. Before he could even touch his opponent's shadow, he was knocked out of the arena with one move.

His opponent was a young man in green clothes. The strange thing was that he did not wear any of the crowns of any peak.

Just a moment later, on the second battlefield, the Chixia Peak disciple was also defeated with one move and passed out. The one who defeated him was also a strange young man in green.

The guests of the Immortal Family on the stage of the Guanli Pavilion could no longer sit still. In the Immortal Family Fighting, unless the cultivation skills are at a higher level, or the level of the technique used is too high, it is extremely difficult to defeat the opponent in one move. In this round, there were actually three battles at the same time, with the opponent defeated in one go.

Subconsciously, everyone turned their attention to the third arena.

One of them is a disciple of Ziji Peak, and the other is still a young man in green.

The Ziji Peak disciple's expression was particularly solemn, but when he raised his head and saw the face of the person opposite him, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Fight." The young man in green said, his voice was deep and faint.

Taking a step forward, the young man in green waved his hand, and under his sleeves, there was a storm, thunder and fire were flowing, and there was the light of the sun and the moon, which seemed to hide the universe.

The long-lost disciple, the long-lost sect, is none other than the leader of the Small Universe, Hua Xin.

The four leading disciples, Luo Fei, Huo Jun, Yan Daoming, and Lu Boya, were all stunned. Once upon a time, the young man in green on the third battlefield was like an insurmountable mountain, pressing down on their heads, making them unable to breathe.

It was not until later that Hua Xin lost to Chen Yusheng, a genius from Kunting Mountain, and lost the title of Ten Young Masters. He fell into despair and faded out of the public eye. After not seeing Hua Xin for a long time, the disciples just thought he was conducting some secret trial and didn't think much about it.

Snapped!

With the same move, the Ziji Peak disciple was thrown out of the field, and it was another fight without any suspense.

At this time, the white mist on the first line of the dragon and phoenix black carved stone tablets had just dissipated, revealing the names that had been hidden for a long time: Bei Liutian, Yuan Qiye, Hua Xin.

"The Kongshan Mountain Realm can maintain its scenery for thousands and thousands of years, so how can it be as superficial as it seems on the surface. Is this the core disciple secretly cultivated by the Kongshan Mountain Realm?" Luo Chuan turned to look at the three of them, thinking in his heart .

Hua Xin and the other three didn't use many techniques. Their skills were not only far higher than their opponents, but even higher than those of Luo Fei and the others.

Although the four of them, Luo Fei, have successfully built Huangting. But breakthroughs in cultivation can be achieved from nothing to nothing. Effort, talent, understanding, and opportunity are all indispensable. Even Luo Fei and the other four may not all be able to break through to the true elixir realm.

As for Hua Xin and the other three, the artistic conception they revealed was already infinitely close to that of the tall, fat second young man from the Great Destruction Peak. In other words, it is certain that they will break through to the True Alchemy Realm. The only thing missing is to break through the window paper.

"Surprise in the big chest? You can make trouble as you please, just don't steal my spiritual veins." Luo Chuan said in his heart, turned around and walked out of the arena.

Hua Xin turned his head and looked at the Seventh Arena, only to see a figure that disappeared in an instant.

"The first fighting arena, Beiliu Tiansheng."

"The second fighting arena, Yuan Qiye wins."

"In the third arena, Hua Xin wins."

The elders guarding the arena calmly announced the results of the competition. They had predicted that there would be changes before the competition began, but they didn't know how these three people would appear on the stage.

Outside the arena, the inner and outer disciples, including the main peak disciples, were all talking about it. After all, apart from Hua Xin, the other two young men in Tsing Yi are strangers.

Not long after, a famous true disciple suddenly said: "I remember, when I was six years old and just arrived in the Kongku Mountain Realm, there was a junior fellow student named Bei Liutian. Half a year later, he disappeared. I always thought He was kicked out of the mountain gate."

"I seem to have seen that Yuan Qiye somewhere... By the way, there was a trial when I was eleven years old, and he seemed to be the first place."

"It turns out that they are all former disciples of Kongshan Mountain Realm!"

"They are all brothers."

The sound of discussion reached his ears, and a disdainful smile appeared on Bei Liutian's handsome face: "Brother... hum."

Yuan Qiye's face was condensed, and he stood motionless on the second battlefield. There was a slight chill all over his body, and he refused to let anyone stay thousands of miles away.

Huaxin is slightly better, neither salty nor bland, looking into the distance, not knowing what he is thinking.

What was unanimous was that none of the three people left the arena.

On the pavilion, Elder Zhu frowned and said loudly: "The next round of competition is about to begin. You three will come down for now."