Supreme Immortal Demon

"Thank you." Luo Chuan glanced at the monk surnamed Huang with a half-smile, brushed off his robes, and walked out.

Compared with when he first came to the Transmission Academy, Luo Chuan's demeanor changed again.

The origin of heaven and earth contained in the three thousand pieces of green jade is extraordinary, a little more than the three miles of spiritual veins he used to open the Heaven Gate before, which is equivalent to Luo Chuan's five or six years of hard practice alone.

In the Huangting, the golden virtual pill has grown nearly twice as big as before and has become more solid.

On the spiritual platform, next to the Sun and Moon Long Sword, the blood-colored virtual pill has also grown nearly twice as big. Under its influence, the blood in Luo Chuan's body danced wildly like a dragon, fiercely surging.

Luo Chuan raised his head, looking across the red sandalwood hall, looking at the huge city wall that towered into the clouds and looked like a mountain world, and the joy in his heart gradually faded.

Compared with the existence in that city, he is still very weak. It is harder than ascending to heaven to rescue a friend by one's own strength.

Zhou Buchen, hold on!

At this moment, Luo Chuan's ears moved slightly, and he heard many sounds of breaking wind coming from all directions.

"Do you think you can enter Tianqijing by walking out of here? Hahaha, you are too naive. There are 7749 teleportation Taoist temples outside Tianqijing, and the supervisors of the remaining 48 Taoist temples are rushing here!"

"Destroy the teleportation array, even if you have great ability, the king of heaven can't save you!"

The hysterical shouting of the old man surnamed Huang sounded behind him, Luo Chuan rolled his eyes and strode out.

...

Behind the wide and tall city wall like a mountain boundary, in the depths of Tianqijing, there are straight and crisscrossing avenues. On both sides, there are mansions comparable to the palaces of small countries, and there is no end at a glance.

The mansion of the first family on the left is tall and magnificent. The walls are all made of meteorite iron, and the outside of the meteorite iron is inlaid with a layer of fiery red copper powder. If there are immortals who know the goods and come here, they will be surprised to find that these copper powders are made of the fins of dragon sharks that have become spirits in the deep sea, which can withstand the full force of the fourth-level master of Guixu.

At the gate of the mansion, there are two blue dragon stone statues, which are fifty feet high and lifelike. Every dragon scale is no different from the real one. Even in Tianqijing, it is rare to have two blue dragons to seal the demons and guard the gate. There are definitely no more than thirty people.

On the golden and jade plaque above the mansion, there are large characters engraved with dragons and phoenixes: Eight Gates Patrol Governor! Third-rank Renfu!

Once you enter the marquis's mansion, it's as deep as the sea.

In the Governor's Mansion, there is actually a sea.

In the middle of the sea, an old man with white hair and a childlike face sits cross-legged. Every time he takes a breath, a trench thousands of feet deep opens in the sea water. In the trench, the figure of the dragon shark is looming. Behind the old man, a young monk was waving a large net to catch dragon sharks on the seabed.

At this moment, the old man's ears moved slightly, and then he continued to breathe in and out, indifferent.

The young monk behind him looked up and took a round mirror from his arms, muttering something. After a while, the mist on the round mirror dissipated, and the scene in the 37th Taoist Courtyard appeared.

"Huh? Dare to destroy the teleportation array."

"Teleportation array? It's bad, the Chen family Taoist Courtyard will bleed this time." The old man still didn't open his eyes.

"The 12th Floor Banquet is about to begin, and the monks who have just arrived are inevitably hot-blooded. Unfortunately, this is not a sect, not a place for them to run wild." The young monk behind him said lightly, and suddenly, he exclaimed.

"What?" The old man asked lightly.

"He defeated three inspectors alone. One of them was defeated by a higher level." The young monk whispered, with a hint of interest in his eyes.

"Oh?"

"They both defeated their opponents in one move."

The old man's eyelids moved, and he finally opened his eyes and looked at the round mirror in the young monk's hand.

"It's him."

"Grandfather knows this person?"

Ren Zhi, the governor of the Eight Gates Inspection, laughed: "Not only do I know him, but I've met him once. This boy is the Luo Chuan back then."

"Luo Chuan!" The young monk frowned: "That year, my grandfather led the Great Xia envoys to the Tang Kingdom. After returning, he told his grandson that the genius Luo Chuan could not pass on the fire. But why..."

"Maybe it's a strange encounter. For cultivators, misfortune and fortune depend on each other. It seems to be a misfortune, but who knows if it will turn into a blessing in the next moment." Ren Zhi smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to grab the young monk and jumped out of the sea.

The sea quickly shrank, and finally turned into a drop of water, which was taken into Ren Zhi's palm.

"Minister Ren Xian, listen to my order." Ren Zhi raised his head, and there was a hint of majesty in his voice: "Take the Eight Gates Warriors and take Luo Chuan to Tianqijing."

"Remember, bring him back intact." Ren Zhi added.

...

Luo Chuan walked out of the No. 37 Transmission Daoyuan, and his eyes saw a wilderness with long grass flying. Across the wilderness was the southern gate of Tianqijing.

In this wilderness, Daoyuans of all sizes were lined up a hundred steps apart. A green haze covered the sky above each Daoyuan, which was the breath emitted by the operation of the transmission array.

Sword lights flew out of the green haze and landed in front of Daoyuan No. 37 in a blink of an eye. The sword lights dissipated, and Taoists with profound breath walked out of it.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, you are here too."

"Yes. I am reviewing the transmission monks. I feel that there is a change in Daoyuan No. 37, so I rushed here with my flying sword."

"I am the same."

"The green jade stone of Daoyuan No. 37 can obviously support twenty years, why did it suddenly collapse?"

More than 40 Taoists stood in front of the No. 37 Taoist Courtyard, talking about it. Some of them were old, some were in their prime, and their cultivation ranged from the Void Pill Stage to the Condensed Pill Stage.

Luo Chuan quickened his pace.

"Wait, who are you?"

"Boy, I want to ask you, what happened in the No. 37 Taoist Courtyard?"

The supervisory monks had already stared at Luo Chuan and questioned him from a distance.

Luo Chuan kept walking and made up an excuse and was about to tell it.

From the No. 37 Transmission Taoist Courtyard came the heartbreaking cry of the monk surnamed Huang: "Don't let him go!"

Luo Chuan's eyes changed, his body shook, and turned into a ball of wind shadow.

Just after passing ten steps, more than a dozen flying swords flew over, bursting with Dan light, and shot towards Luo Chuan.

Bang!

Luo Chuan's wind shadow body method was broken up, his body landed steadily, and his eyes finally revealed a solemn look.

The monk surnamed Huang had already staggered to the door, pointed at Luo Chuan and screamed: "It's him! He is the one who destroyed the teleportation array!"

"This boy stole a huge fortune and wanted to bribe me! When the matter was exposed, he committed a crime. Two of my colleagues have been killed by him! Everyone, this boy is very dangerous, kill him quickly, don't hesitate!"

The old man surnamed Huang's face was pale, and he shouted with almost all his strength.

A group of supervisory monks looked at Luo Chuan coldly, their eyes flickered, and they didn't say a word.

With fifty teleportation academies and so many supervisory monks, there must be disagreements and contradictions among them, and it is impossible for them to be of one mind.

Luo Chuan thought to himself and said loudly: "I am a disciple of the Empty Mountain Realm. I have a clean background and no ill intentions. But because of this person's harassment and frame-up, I was forced to take action. You who are responsible for monitoring the Transmission Academy must be able to distinguish the twists and turns and the right and wrong."

The slightly older and respected supervisor monk in the lead looked at Luo Chuan deeply and smiled: "So you are a disciple of the Empty Mountain Realm, a famous and upright sect, I know."

As he said, his eyes passed Luo Chuan and looked at the weak monk surnamed Huang, and said coldly: "Old Huang, I knew you were a bastard, but I didn't expect you to be such a bastard!"

Luo Chuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If so many True Dan realm monks joined together to besiege him, the consequences would be disastrous. Fortunately, not all supervisor monks are of the same character as the monk surnamed Huang.

The monk surnamed Huang obviously didn't expect his colleagues to suddenly attack, and was stunned on the spot.

"Hmph, this kid must be carrying a treasure, otherwise how could he have gotten to this point? Old Huang, you didn't even inform us when you got the benefit, you wanted to eat it all by yourself. How about that, are you full?" The leading supervisory monk sneered and said sarcastically.

"No, no, how dare I, Old Chen wronged me. This kid only brought six carts of Yin coins, not any treasures, otherwise I would have informed Old Chen and everyone." Huang monk said bitterly.

"Six carts of Yin coins, nearly one million."

"Isn't that a big deal? Hmph, it's a huge fortune for us!"

The eyes of the supervisory monks suddenly lit up, staring at Luo Chuan, their eyes unpredictable.

The autumn wind blew from the northwest, the long grass fluttered, and it was bleak and cold.

Luo Chuan's heart became cold.

"It turns out that you are all in cahoots, rats in a stinking ditch. The Great Xia Dynasty, Tianqijing, really disappoints me."

Luo Chuan said lightly.

He originally wanted to take out the master's dragon talisman, but now it seems that it is no longer necessary. These little ghosts in front of Tianqijing have made up their minds to eat him.

When Zhou Buchen broke into Tianqijing that day, he must have cut a bloody path with one man and one sword. How come these little ghosts were not killed by him.

Long grass fluttered, black hair fluttered, Luo Chuan looked cold, his eyes were deep and bottomless, and he walked forward step by step.