Supreme Immortal Demon

Hugging Mingyue, Luo Chuan was about to say something when his face changed instantly.

"It's so hard..."

In Luo Chuan's arms, the girl's skin was not only as hard as gold and iron, but also as heavy as mountains. Luo Chuan had never hugged the holy ape stone, but he knew that the stone was definitely not like this. A holy ape and a golden ape, both of them were superiors in the ancient ape lineage. Take Su Yuchen and Xiaoqing as an example. Even if there are differences, they should not be reflected in the outside. They are simply two completely different life forms.

"Mingyue, something is wrong with you."

Luo Chuan frowned and spoke, but there was no response. He looked down and saw Mingyue actually sleeping in his arms.

"Why are you here? And Mingyue... What's going on?" Luo Chuan turned his head and looked at Xi Guang, and asked in secret.

Xi Guang smiled bitterly, looked at Mingyue with fear, and quietly gave Luo Chuan a look, but said nothing.

Seeing this, Luo Chuan became more and more strange.

The girl is sweet and charming, with a soft jade fragrance, and a light and pleasant laughter that is almost sickening. At this moment, she is leaning on his arms, sleeping with her eyes closed, and breathing out the fragrance of orchids. In the eyes of anyone, the Lord of Eight Desolations is enjoying a feast of beauty and enjoying it very much. This scene seems to confirm the unusual and improper relationship between the two.

At this moment, no one among the disciples of Tianshu Sect, the geniuses of the Heavenly Ranking, and thousands of cultivators from more than 20 forces are thinking about it. Thousands of eyes, thousands of complex and shocked gazes are fixed on the Lord of Eight Desolations.

This mysterious master of the Eight Desolations War Group defeated Lan Xiaosheng once, Huang Longyu twice, and the three emperors three times. He challenged the authority of the righteous way of Tianchen Continent again and again, but no one could do anything to him. Liuyue Emperor and Wu Damaizhu obviously knew this person, but their attitude was elusive. Not only did they not pursue the Lord of Eight Desolations, but their tone of voice was full of strangeness.

Until the last reinforcement, Guangtian Pusheng Shengdaoyuan, appeared, this mysterious and terrifying girl took action. The mysterious veil of the Lord of Eight Desolations has just been unveiled.

Luo Chuan! This name is very familiar to all the cultivators present!

The third on the Heavenly Ranking, the Lord of the Cannon Fodder Camp, the sworn brother of the White Dragon Emperor, the first person to escape from the Ten Thousand Prisoners Ancient Heavenly Tower... Since this name came out of nowhere, it has been covered with too many halos, so many that people almost forget that he is just a young cultivator with a life span of less than sixty years. Before today. Luo Chuan's various achievements have invisibly raised his status to the level of a famous strong man, and even to the ranks of the old generation of strong men.

However, today in Taiping Guangzhen, the strong saw with their own eyes another top genius, Lan Xiaosheng, the second on the Heavenly Ranking, who was ranked above Luo Chuan. Seeing is believing, hearing is false. The strong saw with their own eyes that Lan Xiaosheng strongly confronted the mysterious predecessor, the Lord of Eight Desolations, and they were shocked and amazed. Although Lan Xiaosheng lost, considering the various strong actions of the Lord of Eight Desolations later. It was extremely difficult for Lan Xiaosheng to fight against the Lord of Eight Desolations to such an extent, and he was still honored in defeat. In the hearts of the masters, Lan Xiaosheng's status rose again, surpassing Luo Chuan, who was rarely seen by anyone.

But now, in the mouth of the mysterious girl, the Lord of Eight Desolations was also called "Luo Chuan"! This is too much of a coincidence... Luo Chuan. Luo Chuan, this ordinary name appeared on a legendary figure. It's enough.

The disciples of Tianshu Sect were collectively silent, without speaking to each other, and even without eye contact. A tense and suffocating atmosphere emerged between them at some point.

The Thunder Emperor and the monk who didn't laugh at this time were no longer relaxed and free as before. They looked up at the white robe with a complicated look, and their expressions were solemn.

On the other side. Huang Longyu, the great coach of Confucianism, and the ancestors of the Shenzang Sect stared at the white-robed monk holding the sweet girl, their faces turned pale, and in an instant they had the urge to fly away immediately! They never thought that this mysterious strong man who severely injured Lan Xiaosheng, knocked them back with one punch, and made Emperor Liuyue and Wu Maizhu retreat, was so young that they even doubted whether they were dreaming. Sixty? Fifty? Forty? Or... not even forty? Being defeated on the spot by such a young cultivator, no matter who he is, what kind of fame and legend he has, is an unforgivable thing.

At this moment, the emperors of the three major sects and the leaders of more than 20 other forces felt their faces burning, as if they were slapped by someone, and the sects and forces behind them, including their subordinates, were also ashamed.

In the silent air, a tense and suffocating atmosphere slowly flowed.

Most of the cultivators had a vague guess of something, and after a brief moment of disbelief, many cultivators gradually recovered. For anyone, this seems to be an impossible thing, but for that person, the peerless genius with countless legendary halos, nothing seems to be impossible for him.

In the center of Taiping Guangzhen, there is silence, and everyone seems to be waiting for something.

There are many legends about Luo Chuan, some of which are known to the public, and some are too secretive and only known to a few people. However, for some reason, his portrait has never appeared on the list of the Heavenly Ranking. Looking at the Nine Heavens World and even as small as the Tianchen Continent, there are very few people who have really seen his true face.

After a brief silence, two people flew out from the crowd below.

The two young monks, one man and one woman, showed excitement, joy, and undisguised respect on their faces. They stopped twenty steps away from Luo Chuan, suspended in the air and bowed.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, long time no see. If I had known that it was Fellow Daoist Luo, I should have visited him." Song Xuan bowed to Luo Chuan, feeling a little nervous.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, you don't know that after he left that day, the two of us tried every possible way to find him, but unfortunately we never succeeded. It's great to see you again today. You are still as charming as ever." He Luoluo said with a smile. She was not as reserved as Song Xuan, and her tone was intentionally intimate.

The two of them went to Hunhai and Canghai Academy to find the Heaven-stealing Scholar in order to solve the problem of the Holy Court disciples killing the Heavenly Ranking indiscriminately. The appearance of Luo Chuan made them overjoyed and they wanted to seek refuge from Luo Chuan. When they arrived at Taipingguang Town, although they were impressed by Lan Xiaosheng, they still hadn't forgotten Luo Chuan's feat in Canghai Academy in their hearts. But they never expected that the senior master who killed people in front of them, the mysterious Lord of the Eight Desolations, was actually the Luo Chuan they were looking for! Compared to Hunhai, Luo Chuan in front of them seemed to be even more powerful, or... the Demonic Dao Sect Palace that day had not yet forced out the strongest Luo Chuan.

Seeing that Luo Chuan ignored them for a long time, the two of them were uneasy, thinking that it was because Luo Chuan saw them with Lan Xiaosheng.

He Luoluo mustered up her courage and forced a smile. Just as she was about to say something, she heard Luo Chuan's voice.

"Haha, it hasn't been long... You two are destined to be together, congratulations."

Hearing Luo Chuan's familiar tone, Song Xuan and He Luoluo breathed a sigh of relief, and their hanging hearts finally let go. They were relieved and surprised. Luo Chuan's last congratulations were sent through the secret passage, which clearly showed their current relationship. Song Xuan and He Luoluo are old acquaintances with similar backgrounds and family backgrounds. They agreed to come to the sea and experienced many storms. After a few times, their relationship progressed by leaps and bounds. After leaving Canghai Academy, they finally had their first double cultivation... This matter was a big deal for the family behind them and the family's opponents. Before returning to the family, the two did not intend to expose their relationship in order to avoid attracting opponents to destroy the marriage. Because the two were cautious, they met many senior masters along the way without noticing.

But at this time, Luo Chuan saw through it at a glance.

Unconsciously, in the minds of Song Xuan and He Luoluo, the two geniuses at the bottom of the Tianbang, Luo Chuan's status has long been beyond the Tianbang, and has reached the level of senior masters.

With Song Xuan and He Luoluo coming forward, the true identity of the Lord of Eight Desolations was finally confirmed!

There was a loud uproar, and the silence in Taiping Guangzhen was completely broken.

"Luo Chuan... He is actually that Luo Chuan!"

"Isn't Luo Chuan the leader of the cannon fodder camp? How come there is another Eight Desolations battle group? This... Has he really practiced for less than a decade?"

"This is impossible! This is not true... How could the Lord of Eight Desolations be Luo Chuan... Luo Chuan, who is third on the Tianbang..."

The disciples of Tianshu Sect whispered, but soon, everyone stopped talking, blushing, burying their heads, embarrassed to look directly at the fluttering white robe in the air.

Before, all of them were cursing and mocking the Lord of Eight Desolations for being disrespectful and bullying the weak, but the reality made them embarrassed and ashamed. The senior master they called was actually Luo Chuan, who was younger than them. Even in the Heavenly Ranking, he was only ranked third, one place lower than the eldest brother.

"Luo Chuan... Has he been able to defeat the Emperor... What on earth did he practice with..." The Thunder Emperor looked at the sky with a complicated expression. He had "long heard of Luo Chuan" because he was also one of the pursuers of Master Long Yu. After Luo Chuan flew out of the gray fog, he had already recognized Luo Chuan. He thought that his "rival in love" would be very strong, but he never thought that the other party would be so strong.

Beside him, the monk who was born to smile had not smiled for a long time. Like the Thunder Emperor, he also had a complicated face.

The appearance of Lan Xiaosheng was like a mountain pressing on their heads, making them breathless. However, after witnessing Luo Chuan defeating Lan Xiaosheng and repelling the three emperors, they did not feel suppressed at all, but a feeling of emptiness and trance.

Although the mountains and peaks are high, there is still a sky above them.

For the Thunder Emperor and the Unsmiling Monk, Lan Xiaosheng, who is also a genius on the Heavenly Ranking, is the peak that suppresses them. And the unfathomable third on the Heavenly Ranking, Luo Chuan, is the sky that towers above thousands of mountains and peaks, and how high it is cannot be known.

There is no suppression, but they can only look up, which makes them lose their souls.

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(I still owe two more chapters and will make up for it. Don't worry, write and read slowly. I found a few holes in my notes recently. The completion date is estimated to be postponed.) (To be continued. Please search for Piaotian Literature. The novel is better and updated faster!