Supreme Immortal Demon

The sea was in chaos, the wind and clouds were changing, and the tide was surging. ~∞, ww±w.23w︽x.c＋om

The first to fight were Emperor Yaoyu and the followers of Tianmen.

As Emperor Yaoyu's seal was generated, the wind stopped and the waves stopped, and the sea and sky became quiet. Even the sea monsters in the distance seemed to be imprisoned by some mysterious and profound aura, crawling under the aura, motionless, and not daring to breathe.

In an instant, the sky opened up, and bright and dazzling rays of light fell from the sky, shattering the clouds and haze, pulling the sea tide into a raging wave again, piling up like a mountain from the sea surface, following the momentum of Emperor Yaoyu's rise, and crushing the followers of Tianmen in the air!

The dark clouds dissipated, and the rays of light that fell from the sky like a spear cutting the sky actually came from the ten stars in the distance outside the sky!

Boom!

Starlight turned into murderous intent, driven by the power of the emperor, it was so fierce that it seemed to be able to smash ten holes in the chaotic sea that could never be filled!

Among these ten or so cultivators, there are three sub-emperors and ten third-level cultivators. They are no match for Emperor Yaoyu in any occasion or at any time, but if they are followers of the second-level emperor of Tianmen, it is another matter.

The thirteen cultivators of the heavens who have integrated the innate mysterious pattern have their own strength far beyond the scope of their own realm. In addition, the magic weapons and weapons that have integrated the innate mysterious pattern have a matching aura. The aura of the ten third-level cultivators has reached the level of the second-level emperor, and the combat power of the two second-level emperors has also reached the level of the emperor.

At present, these thirteen followers of Tianmen have gathered into a formation, and their combat power has soared again.

As followers of Zhang Yuanwai, the elder of Molou, they have fought with emperor masters many times in the past, and have defeated or even severely injured emperor-level cultivators. Facing Emperor Yaoyu. They had no psychological pressure, and even had a sense of superiority.

"Thirteen ants, do you want to stop me?"

Emperor Yaoyu smiled, his black hair flying, and his beautiful eyes were full of coldness.

Facing the secret formation of the followers of Tianmen, Emperor Yaoyu knew that it was a killing formation that could injure or even severely injure the emperor, but he still went into the center of the formation, arousing the killing intent of Tianxing, not avoiding or giving way, and was not afraid. He showed strong self-confidence.

Her self-confidence. It came from her experience of being defeated many times when she was born in the Tianxing Holy Sect thousands of years ago, and a trace of the fusion of the mysterious pattern on her body. Even she herself had never thought that the innate mysterious pattern that Luo Chuan used to shackle and restrain her would become the source of her confidence to fight against the followers of Tianmen who had the power to severely injure the emperor.

Seeing Emperor Yaoyu rushing into the battle formation. The thirteen followers of Tianmen looked at each other. There was a faint smile on their faces.

They had seen too many such situations. Those emperors who regarded them as ants almost all did the same thing when they met them, without thinking. They directly attacked the center of the formation, trying to break the formation and kill people with the simplest and most direct means.

But the Xuanshen battle formation of the Tianmen monks was not so easy to break.

In the Xuanshen battle formation, the center of the formation was no longer a weakness to break the formation, but a terrible trap that would make the emperor-level strongmen regret it.

"Xuanshu!"

The emperor-level follower in the west had a flash of divine light in his eyes, pinched the seal method, and the Taoist power surged out and pressed into the Xuanwen magic weapon in his palm.

"Xuanniu!"

"Xuanhu!"

"Xuantu!"

"Xuanlong!"

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The thirteen Tianmen followers each pinched the seal method, manipulated the Xuanwen magic weapon, and the Taoist power flowed, densely covering the magic formation, and the mysterious and mysterious Taoist realms emerged in an endless stream, changing unpredictably.

Twelve people summoned the constellations of fate, and one person dispatched them.

The mist was thick, and in the magic circle, illusions of all living beings appeared. Illusions appeared one after another, turning into twelve auras of the emperor-level aura, wrapped in the wind and cloud murderous intent, shaking the chaotic sea and surging waves, flying out from the eye of the formation, and rushing to kill Emperor Yaoyu!

In an instant, another more mysterious and terrifying killing formation emerged from the magic circle of Tianmen followers.

The Xuanshen magic circle, a formation within a formation, and the twelve emperor-level astrological signs are the traps that make the emperor-level strong regret the most in this formation.

Just as the followers of Tianmen waited for the empress to fall into the twelve astrological signs and struggled in pain, they saw the cute and lovely empress smile at the corner of her mouth, the seal in her hand changed, and another completely different morality rose from her body!

There is cause and effect in heaven and earth, and there are variables in cause and effect!

The causal mysterious pattern that Luo Chuan had merged into Emperor Yao Yu's body was summoned by Yao Yu and integrated into the Dao power method in the form of morality. A causal morality was added to the pure star power. Although the star power was no longer pure, it pulled out the meaning of the change of all things in the star power.

The star power surged instantly. The star power that fell from the ten directions of the stars actually rotated and pierced through the magic circle, piercing straight into the twelve life-related constellations!

Boom!

The causal star power set off a series of whirlpools in the magic circle. The whirlpools were like broken star fields, full of terrifying explosive power. What surprised the followers of the emperor even more was that the star power, with the addition of another morality, turned into a big hand that turned the clouds and rain, stirring up the whirlpool. The twelve emperor-level life-related constellations that besieged the empress flew outward one after another, like fallen leaves on the waves, drifting with the flow, and the Xuanshen magic circle became chaotic.

These Tianmen followers had never seen an emperor who could continue to stir up trouble after being trapped in the Xuanshen battle formation. After a brief shock, they changed their hand seals and reversed the battle formation, trying to re-arrange the twelve constellations.

However, the battle between the strong is only a line, let alone the confrontation between the emperor-level strongmen.

The Xuanshen battle formation formed by these thirteen Tianmen monks can make most of the emperors in the Nine Heavens Realm suffer a setback or even get injured, but facing the Yaoyu Emperor who also merged with the innate Xuan pattern, they can no longer be as invincible as before.

In less than ten breaths, Emperor Yaoyu has gained the upper hand.

The twelve constellations of fate fell to the ground, the Xuanshen battle formation was shaky, and the defeat was already apparent.

"You see, you are not very well prepared."

Luo Chuan stopped at the bow of the wooden boat, looking at the old man sitting alone in the boat and drinking tea, and smiled: "The Tianmen monks don't seem to be as strong as the legend says."

After saying that, Luo Chuan secretly released the Tianmen Dao Mind and carefully observed the old man's reaction.

Although this person wanted to take him as a follower, Luo Chuan still had some doubts about whether the old man and the organization where Fatian Daojun belonged had already seen through his identity as a Tianmen monk, or noticed something. After all, Luo Chuan showed so many magic weapons that integrated the innate Xuanwen in the Great Freedom Country that day. As long as Fatian Daojun reported this matter back to the "organization", it would definitely arouse suspicion.

The old man took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and looked at Luo Chuan with a hint of amusement in his eyes: "You said that, aren't you afraid that the Tianmen cultivator behind you will be angry? Sure enough, you and the empress are both followers of that person, otherwise how could she be imprinted with the innate mysterious pattern? Although he has done some concealment, as a newly promoted second emperor, he can't hide it from me. My surname is Zhang, and I have broken through the Tianmen second emperor for hundreds of years."

Sure enough, he still thought that there was a Tianmen second emperor behind me, but it was just a newly promoted second emperor, not Fenghua.

Luo Chuan made the best of it and smiled faintly: "Then you still want to recruit me as a follower? Although the person I follow has just broken through the Tianmen second emperor, he has an extremely high talent and an amazing understanding of the Tianmen Dao. His strength will never be lower than yours."

In the Tiantou battle formation, Emperor Yaoyu glanced at Luo Chuan, his cheeks slightly red, and secretly cursed him for being shameless. How could he praise himself so much? Even she blushed when she heard it.

"I believe what you said. From the innate profound patterns he fused under the name of the deceased Tianmen King Fenghua, including the fused profound patterns on the empress, I know that he is extremely talented and a rare Tianmen genius." Zhang Yuanwai picked up the teacup and sighed, "It's a pity that such a genius has never been known to the world. It's really a pity. Now that things have come to this, I will no longer hide it. I came to test Luo Xiaoyou this time, first to confirm the existence of the person behind Luo Xiaoyou, and second to invite him to join the organization." "So, your previous invitation to me as a follower was also false?" Luo Chuan sighed lightly, seeming a little regretful. "Hahaha, Luo Xiaoyou, let's not beat around the bush here. You must have gained a lot by following him. Your current status and achievements are also inseparable from this newly promoted Tianmen Second Emperor. You have gained benefits and seen hope, so how could you abandon him and join this path?" Mr. Zhang carefully put the teapot and teacup into the storage ring, stood up, and pointed to the sky: "But the current world pattern is different. You will never succeed alone. If he is willing to join the organization, the organization will fully support him. As his follower, you will naturally get more and more benefits."

Mr. Zhang's words came from the heart.

The newly promoted Tianmen Second Emperor may indeed be a brilliant person, but as a veteran of Molou, he will not be too jealous. Just because you have joined Molou, you will always be a member of Molou. Under the huge benefits, no matter how strong the character of Tianmen monks is, they will unknowingly fall into Molou and become one with Molou, and they will rise and fall together.

"What do you think? If you recommend him to me, I will stop here. Moreover, I will help you get back the half-blood emperor unicorn." Zhang Yuanwai smiled and looked at Luo Chuan. The water of Tianmen Dao flowed like a tide, covering hundreds of miles of the mixed sea area in a blink of an eye, like a big net. As long as the person he was looking for appeared, he could immediately sense it.

"Your Excellency doesn't seem to understand the situation. The half-blood emperor unicorn originally belonged to me. And your followers are almost unable to hold on. As for the person you are looking for, I can clearly reply to you on his behalf that he has no interest in joining any organization."

Luo Chuan said, the actions of Fatian Daojun, including the domineering style of the old man in front of him, made Luo Chuan's first impression of the mysterious organization become extremely bad.

"In that case, I won't say any more. He trained you to this level and gave you so many magic weapons with mysterious patterns. I'm sure he doesn't want you to get hurt. As for the situation you mentioned...if you think they are going to lose, you are totally wrong."

Zhang Yuanwai smiled faintly, and a wonderful artistic conception appeared in the hand pointing to the sky. The hand was like a stroke, and a congenital mysterious pattern gradually emerged under his fingertips.

Almost at the same time, Luo Chuan's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he flashed in front of Zhang Yuanwai. (To be continued, please search for Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!