Supreme Immortal Demon

Bei Liutian ignored Elder Zhu. His eyes passed through the barrier of the fighting field and fell on Lv Boya on the second floor of the main hall: "Are you the champion of this group?"

"Come down, don't waste time." Yuan Qiye also looked at Yan Daoming, the champion of the second fighting field.

Hua Xin sighed, turned his head and looked at Luo Fei, the champion of the third group.

There was a discussion in the crowd. These three people actually wanted to challenge the champion directly!

"Hua Xin, have you forgotten the rules after going on a long journey?" Huo Jun stood up. He glanced at Bei Liutian, Yuan Qiye and Hua Xin one by one, and said lightly: "You were mixed in the crowd just now, and you must have heard the rules of the autumn competition. No matter where you come from or what your purpose is, as long as you are in the Empty Mountain Realm, you must abide by the rules of the Empty Mountain Realm."

"As ordinary disciples of the Empty Mountain Realm, you naturally have to abide by the rules. But we don't need to." Bei Liutian raised the corner of his mouth.

The disciples of the Empty Mountain Realm showed dissatisfaction, and the faces of Huo Jun and the other four also became ugly.

On the high platform, the elders of the three pavilions also showed dissatisfaction. Elder Duan was about to speak when suddenly a white crane flew from the distant sky, landed in an instant, and turned into a paper crane.

Nun Dangmo folded the paper crane, shook her head for a long time, and passed the letter to Elder Duan. Elder Duan was stunned after reading it, and also shook his head, sighed lightly, and handed it to the elder beside him.

The expressions of Nun Dangmo and Elder Duan instantly made the disciples of Kongxu Mountain Realm feel nervous, and the disciples watched nervously and curiously.

After a while, the paper crane was passed around the hands of the elders. The elders looked at each other, and no one spoke. In the end, it was Elder Duan who stood up and coughed lightly and said: "Bei Liutian, Yuan Qiye and Hua Xin have made great contributions to Kongxu Mountain Realm and enjoy a privilege in the autumn competition."

Dissatisfied protests came from the crowd.

But when the eye-catching "Qian" seal on the back of the letter was exposed, no one dared to say a word.

"What is that?" Luo Chuan asked in a low voice under the fighting field.

"The Qian character seal represents a person." Wang Xia shrank his head and said carefully: "The four great ancestors of Kongxu Mountain Realm, Guiyuan Qianjue, are all top masters of Guixu Realm. Ancestor Gui, Ancestor Yuan and Ancestor Jue live in seclusion in the Law Enforcement Alliance, while Ancestor Qian guards Kongxu Mountain Realm, but he likes to travel around, and he is like a dragon that can only be seen from the head but not the tail."

At this time, a figure stood up from the second floor of the main hall.

"No matter who you are or where you came from. Before you talk big, let's compare fists first." Lu Boya said calmly, his eyes like arrows, shooting straight at Beiliutian.

"Well said." Luo Fei regained his elegant gentleman nature, clapping his hands and laughing: "Boya, this is the most pleasant thing you have said this year. Whether it is a dragon or a worm, we will talk after fighting."

Bang!

Yan Daoming was impatient, laughed loudly, and had already shot towards the second fighting field.

Lü Boya and Luo Fei used their skills to land in the first and third arenas respectively.

The three champions unexpectedly appeared early.

The disciples watching cheered loudly, one wave higher than the other, and their hatred of the enemy was beyond words. In the viewing pavilion, the immortal Taoists from the eighth and ninth grade sects also showed their concentration. They didn't care about any rules. The great way was simple. They came here to verify the true strength of the empty mountain world.

The harsh words have been let go. In the three arenas, six young men, under the attention of the crowd, the genius competition of the empty mountain world is about to begin.

The first to take action was Yan Daoming, the flaming spear.

The flaming spear soared into the sky, and sharp airflow burst out around the spear body, rushing forward like a tidal wave. The blood-red spear shadow was extremely terrifying, rendering the invisible airflow into a thick red. Looking up, the sky above the second arena was full of blood-red spear shadows, mighty and overwhelming.

During this time, the breath of the gun was whistling like the wind and the clouds, which added a very domineering and sharp aura to Yan Daoming's gun.

"Fire swallows the earth!" Someone outside the arena shouted.

This is Yan Daoming's famous skill. In the Tiannan competition, Yan Daoming relied on this move to turn the defeat at the last moment and entered the top 64.

Yan Daoming was born in a hunter family. When he was a baby, he was abandoned in the mountains by his parents. Fortunately, he was recognized as a cub by a fire-veined spirit ape and fed with milk. When he was found by his family at the age of three, he knocked over several people with one hand, and finally relied on the combined efforts of twenty adult men to subdue him.

Yan Daoming was born with infinite strength, and there was always inexhaustible strength in his body. He was also good at refining fire. The method he used was the same, rushing around and dominating people with dominance.

"It just so happens that I also like to play with fire." Bei Liutian laughed.

A lotus-shaped black flame rose from Bei Liutian's palm and flew towards Yan Daoming. Compared with Yan Daoming's overwhelming and domineering Fire Spear, Bei Liutian's flames seemed small and fragile.

When the two sides were about to meet, the black flames began to grow. It grew very slowly, like a lotus in full bloom, and the process could be seen even with the naked eye. However, the speed of the Fire Spear flying over could not catch up with the speed of the black flames blooming. The two seemed to be fast and slow, but they were slow and fast. This strange contrast made people feel uncomfortable and wanted to vomit blood.

Even the bystanders were like this, let alone Yan Daoming who was caught in the battle. The surging blood in his chest made his face red and white. Facing the black fire lotus, he felt that he had no power.

"Nothing more." Bei Liutian laughed and waved his big hand.

The speed of the black fire lotus blooming suddenly accelerated, and it became larger in an instant. The black fire spread and swallowed the airflow. The huge force flowed, and with a "pop", the Fire Spear broke in the middle, and the black fire lotus drove straight in and hit Yan Daoming.

Yan Daoming didn't even have the chance to react and was thrown out of the fighting arena.

When this ended, the battle in the first fighting arena began.

Lü Boya stared at the cold and stern young man in green, his eyes full of vigilance.

At the moment when Yan Daoming flew out, Lü Boya moved, and the whole person was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, rushing towards Yuan Qiye at a high speed. His body movements were unique, like a peerless sword, with a sharp and cold breath that could cut through everything. The disciples under the fighting arena felt the murderous aura coming from a long distance, their hearts were beating non-stop, and the whole person seemed to fall into an ice cave, unable to move.

This feeling was not only felt by the inner and outer disciples, but also by many of the main peak disciples ranked outside the top fifty on the second floor of the main hall, who were as if they were facing a great enemy and were in a state of panic.

The body movement alone had such an effect, and the elders guarding the arena showed a look of relief.

A slight surprise flashed across the cold face of the young man in green, and his eyes became solemn: "Okay, you are worthy of my sword."

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two had shortened to ten steps.

Until then, Yuan Qiye drew out the long sword from his waist. His sword was trained by some unknown method. When it was unsheathed, it exuded an extremely cold aura, freezing the air three feet around him.

The black sword body emitted a black sword light. The twisted black sword light seemed slow but actually fast, up but actually down, left but actually right, like a crazy snake that was trapped in madness. It was really difficult to judge its trajectory.

Seeing Yuan Qiye draw his sword, Lu Boya no longer hid it.

His right index finger shot out, and the heavy finger shadows actually diffused the momentum of the collapse of a giant pillar. The air shattered with a "crash", as if a door was torn open, and dense sword shadows flew out of the door, spinning, turning into earth, fire, wind and thunder, and crushing towards Yuan Qiye.

The swords hit each other, and a loud sound like a tsunami sounded in the first arena, and the onlookers were all shocked.

In the first round, the two were evenly matched.

Lü Boya's eyes were filled with cold light, and he still used the Four Tribulations Finger of Emptiness, but this time, the three fingers flicked together, and the momentum was so great that it seemed as if three giant pillars were broken from the middle. The air tore open three doors, and the sword shadows of earth, fire, wind and thunder came from the left, right and front directions, trying to engulf Yuan Qiye.

Yuan Qiye was a swordsman from the immortal family. Like all swordsmen, he never chose to escape.

With a flick of his wrist, the black sword drew a continuous afterimage, and the sword light exploded in a very small range, turning into a mountain of swords, layer upon layer, and mountains upon mountains.

The sword fingers clashed again, and the continuous mountains of swords smashed the earth, fire, wind and thunder!

With one sword, Yuan Qiye put the sword back into the sheath, put the coldness and murderous aura back to his waist, and stood in the quiet arena, as cold as before.

Opposite him, the light in Lü Boya's eyes peeled off layer by layer, and he turned around with a bitter smile and walked down the arena. The right hand was behind his back, blood flowed from the fingertips, shocking.

Two fighting arenas, two geniuses, one move and two moves, all defeated.

After a while, the disciples of the Empty Mountain Realm came back to their senses. The atmosphere of grief and desolation enveloped the whole arena. They were silent and cast their last hope on the third fighting arena.

On one side was Hua Xin, the former tenth young master, and on the other side was Luo Fei, the current tenth young master. Just when Yan Daoming and Lu Boya were defeated, the two had fought for nearly ten rounds.

Luo Fei's body movements were like flowing clouds and water, as if walking in the clouds. His left hand pinched the purple sun seal, and when he struck out with a palm, it seemed as if a huge purple-red sun rose from his palm. His right hand was clenched into a fist, and in the palm of his fist, black dots of light were sprinkled, and in a trance, it seemed as if the quicksand river water that could not float objects was drifting from afar.

"Dang!"

Hua Xin still used the iron sleeve, and it seemed that there was only this move left.

The fight between the two was full of openness and closeness, with hidden Taoist meanings and a ethereal artistic conception. In addition, in the eyes of the disciples, Luo Fei was suppressing Hua Xin, and cheers were thunderous for a while.

Bei Liutian sneered from the second fighting field: "I say Hua Xin, you have given them enough face by giving in for so long. If you don't take it seriously, don't blame me for doing it for you."

Bei Liutian's voice fell, attracting a lot of dissatisfied eyes.

Hua Xin sighed lightly, tapped his toes lightly, and retreated.

The disciples thought Hua Xin was retreating and cheered.

Half a fighting field away, Hua Xin stopped retreating. His face was still covered with a faint sadness, but his back seemed to be infinitely raised, as if it was level with the sky.

The wide sleeves were rolled up, and there was a world under the sleeves!

A gust of black wind gushed out from the sleeves of the world, submerging half of the fighting field. The black wind rolled, the clouds surged, Hua Xin disappeared, and only a vortex that was getting bigger and bigger, like a big mouth, moved towards Luo Fei.

In the unbelievable eyes of the disciples of the Empty Mountain Realm, Luo Fei was sucked into the vortex, and in a blink of an eye, he vomited blood, as if he was falling apart, and fell to the ground, his eyes were bleak, and his face was pale.

Silence, the wind was flowing slowly.

After a long time, Luo Fei stood up shakily, and his face was filled with bitterness that he had never had in his life.

"I lost." Luo Fei smiled bitterly.

Hua Xin's eyes flashed with pity: "Victory and defeat are common. If I hadn't lost to Chen Yusheng that year, I would have gone through the hardships of the Tao heart, and it would have been difficult to make great progress in my skills."

Luo Fei didn't speak, but his eyes showed reluctance.

"Junior Brother Hua, why do you have to be so hypocritical and not tell them the truth." Bei Liutian sneered.

"What truth?" It was Huo Jun who spoke. Among the four leading disciples, he was the only one who didn't fight with Bei Liutian and the other two.

Bei Liutian glanced at Huo Jun, Luo Fei, Lu Boya and Yan Daoming one by one: "The truth is... you ordinary disciples are so weak."

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(After this chapter, people may accuse me of dragging my feet again. The volume of Empty Mountain Realm is a period of personal development and transformation for Luo Chuan. Experienced readers may have noticed that there are many obscure foreshadowings in each of the last dozen chapters, in order to make the contradictions of the story more natural and climax more frequent, and gradually build a fuller world.

I also racked my brains to try to keep each chapter refreshing or light-hearted and humorous, and also follow the normal development sequence of events, but I still don’t understand it, and my face is full of sadness. Well, it should be compact, and I will start with the next chapter. After the complaints, please vote, I still need 900 votes for this week’s extra chapter.)