Supreme Immortal Demon

On both sides of the long street, there are jade trees and pavilions, as well as immortal Taoist temples.

Luo Chuan and Bai Yiqing walked and talked, and had a general understanding of the situation in Tianqi Capital.

Perhaps it was the secret confrontation with Sima Wuji, or perhaps the news outside the city had been heard, so there were no complications along the way. But Luo Chuan always felt that something was wrong.

After completing the first three turns of "Nine Deaths and One Life Skill" and opening up the Tianmen Secret Realm, Luo Chuan's intuition became more acute. Within a hundred steps, the softness of the feathers and the lightness of the hair could not be hidden from his intuition.

Closing his eyes, Luo Chuan's mind rose to Tianmen, and the ten-mile area was in full view.

Then he saw green cranes flying in the air, the size of a palm, although they were enlightened by talisman paper, they were lifelike. These green cranes cannot be seen with the naked eye, and they are invisible flying cranes specially used to transmit secret letters.

His mind fell on the flying cranes, and Luo Chuan faintly saw the words "Zhou Buchen" and "Luo Chuan".

In addition to the green cranes flying deep into Tianqijing, Luo Chuan also saw many little ghosts.

There were three-foot-tall white-haired ghosts that could shrink the earth, three-foot-tall green-faced powerful ghosts, and fierce ghosts with fangs and red hair... More than a hundred little ghosts occupied every corner of the long street, standing or crawling, following Luo Chuan and Bai Yiqing all the way.

Luo Chuan opened his eyes, and there were only monks shuttling back and forth on the long street of Tianqijing under the sun.

"Bai Yiqing."

"Why."

"The reason why I came to Tianqijing is probably no longer a secret."

Bai Yiqing stopped and glanced at Luo Chuan: "To be precise, from the moment you entered Tianqijing, everyone already knew that you came to save Zhou Buchen."

"This makes it more difficult." Luo Chuan rubbed his forehead.

"You're wrong." Bai Yiqing looked at the tall buildings in the distance of the long street and shook his head, saying, "Luo Chuan, you don't know the cultivators in Tianqijing. The cultivators in Tianqijing are mainly the children of the immortals and Taoist temples. They are proud of being the chosen ones of heaven, very xenophobic, and look down on cultivators outside the Great Xia Dynasty."

"Even if they know my purpose, they will just treat it as a joke?"

"That's good. The more they despise us, the more opportunities they have to take advantage of us." Bai Yiqing said.

"Opportunities to take advantage of..." Luo Chuan shook his head secretly. If he hadn't been exposed, it could be said that there was an opportunity to take advantage of.

After thinking about it, Luo Chuan asked again: "What do the cultivators in Tianqijing think of Zhou Buchen?"

"Your bad friend killed the six Taoist canons in front of the Daozun Courtyard and threw his head directly into the Daozun Courtyard. He was arrogant and domineering... What do you think will happen?"

"In that case, they won't have a good impression of me?" Luo Chuan smiled.

"That's not necessarily true. You and Zhou Buchen are different."

Bai Yiqing lifted her hair from her cheek, turned her head, and stared at Luo Chuan's profile. After not seeing each other for more than a year, even though Luo Chuan had changed a lot, Bai Yiqing's impression of Luo Chuan still remained in the Tang Dynasty.

At the birthday banquet of the Tang Palace that year, Luo Chuan turned the tide with a flip of his hand, domineering and tyrannical, and turned the defeat around in one fell swoop. Bai Yiqing knew that the reason why Luo Chuan was able to succeed was because he had many back-ups, such as Nansun Beiwu, such as the help of Tiannan Sect, and his strength that was not inferior to that of a fourth-level foundation-building cultivator.

But that was only Baiyujing in Tang Dynasty after all. Compared with the behemoth-like Tianqijing in the Great Xia Dynasty, it was not worth mentioning at all. Tianqijing, as the holy place for cultivation in the Great Xia Dynasty, was full of masters and geniuses. If the two wanted to rescue Zhou Buchen, they had to plan step by step and be cautious, and perhaps there would be a glimmer of hope.

"Luo Chuan. In the future, when you act in Tianqijing, don't be as impulsive as you were in the suburbs." Bai Yiqing said.

Luo Chuan didn't comment, but suddenly smiled: "I'll show you a trick. Don't be afraid."

Before Bai Yiqing could speak, Luo Chuan's eyes turned from bright to dark, and he said: "Little ghosts, retreat! Duh!"

A black abyss-like aura rose from Luo Chuan's head, passed Bai Yiqing, and rushed to all directions of the street.

"Sound attack technique?"

"What are you doing!"

The monks on the street were startled, and each used a body technique to retreat to the side, looking at Luo Chuan in shock and annoyance.

The air on the long street seemed to be torn apart by a piece of cloth, exposing the little ghosts who had been lurking for a long time, and now there were more than 200 of them.

It was a sunny day.

More than 200 ghosts suddenly appeared on the long street in the central ring of Tianqijing. A stream of yin energy jumped out of the ghosts and gathered in the sky, and condensed a dark blue cloud above the long street, faintly glowing with blood.

Although the monks were also knowledgeable, they had never seen so many hideous ghosts gathered together. The monks who were not good enough in mind and practice had already turned blue in the face and avoided them from a distance.

Luo Chuan looked at Bai Yiqing, only to see that Bai Yiqing pursed her lips, but her expression was calmer than most monks.

It seems that Bai Yiqing has learned a lot from following the old man Tiancan in the past year. Luo Chuan thought.

"Bai Yiqing, do you know what these are?"

"Seven Ordinary Ghosts."

"Yes, two types of Taoist servants of monks. Strong men move mountains, and little ghosts carry baskets. As expected of the immortals of Tianqijing, they are willing to use their own life blood to cultivate little ghosts. The lowest of these little ghosts has been cultivated to the fourth stage of foundation building, and there are two first-level true elixir." Luo Chuan smiled.

These little ghosts are cultivated with their own life blood, and can understand the mind of the master. When they heard Luo Chuan's words, they all showed strange colors.

A first-level True Dan fanged red-haired evil ghost hunched his back and stood out from the crowd. He looked Luo Chuan up and down and chuckled: "I didn't expect you to find me so quickly. You're quite capable."

"Who are you?" Luo Chuan asked.

"Dong Xingyuan." The evil ghost sneered.

Luo Chuan knew that the person who spoke to him was the owner of this evil ghost.

"This person is a descendant of the sixth-rank Dong family Taoist temple." Bai Yiqing whispered.

Only the sixth rank? Luo Chuan thought of his third-rank master dragon talisman in the storage ring.

The ghost's face turned cold, and suddenly he whistled: "There is a rule in Tianqijing that foreign cultivators must pay to enter the capital!"

As soon as the voice fell, more than two hundred ghosts and monsters bared their fangs and claws, whistled in unison, howled like ghosts and wolves, and uttered all kinds of dirty words, surrounding Luo Chuan. Although their cultivation is not high, they are full of Yinsha Qi all over their bodies. This Yinsha Qi mostly comes from Yinchuan, which is extremely harmful to ordinary cultivators and is a very poisonous thing.

The cultivators on both sides of the street avoided again, but did not leave. They gathered not far away with the mentality of watching the show.

Bai Yiqing pursed her red lips tightly. She had heard about this scene from the female Taoists in the Qingchuan Danfa Pavilion, but she didn't expect it to happen to Luo Chuan.

Only young cultivators who have made a certain reputation in the Tiannan cultivation world will encounter ghosts blocking their way when they enter the capital.

This is a common way for the immortals in Tianqi to show their power.

What Bai Yiqing didn't expect was that no matter how powerful the cultivators were before, they would only send out dozens of ghosts at most. But when they arrived in Luochuan, they actually sent out more than 200 ghosts at once, which means that more than 200 immortals were secretly making trouble.

It must be because of Zhou Buchen that these immortals took their anger out on Luochuan... Why did Luochuan always encounter all kinds of bad luck!

Bai Yiqing gradually felt uneasy. Seeing the ghosts with evil spirits approaching, she no longer hesitated and prepared to sacrifice the paper crane of the Qingchuan Danfa Pavilion.

"Want money? Okay."

At this moment, the young man next to her laughed.

Bai Yiqing looked sideways and saw Luochuan stretched out his hand, and a ball of light was faintly rolling in the center of his tightly clenched hand. As he slowly extended his fist, a white light lingered between his five fingers, and shot out in all directions through the gaps between his fingers.

More than two hundred little ghosts seemed to be attracted by the white light, and stopped, staring at Luo Chuan's fist in disbelief, their faces gradually becoming stiff.

The heartbeats of the monks waiting to watch the show on both sides of the street suddenly accelerated, and the hot blood in their hearts rushed into their eyes uncontrollably.

An elderly third-level Zhendan monk was the first to react, his face flushed: "That is..."

"It's the 'meaning' of the second level of the momentum technique!"

"This boy actually understood the meaning of momentum! How old is he!"

"A genius among geniuses in cultivation."

At this time, Luo Chuan's fist suddenly opened.

The fist intention that had been suppressed for a long time was fierce and surging, like a long dragon ascending to the sky, roaring, gathering into a fan-shaped transparent air wave in the air, crushing the little ghosts on the long street.

"Run away!"

"This young master's lifeblood!"

Of the more than 200 ghosts, only more than 50 escaped far, and the remaining more than 150 trembled and twitched, begging for life and mercy, but it was like ice and snow thrown into a raging fire, melting and disintegrating under the fist in the blink of an eye, turning into a stream of evil spirits that drilled into the ground.

At the same time, in the Taoist temples deep in Tianqijing, or in the tall pavilions and towers, the young masters of the immortals in brocade and jade robes were either pale or weak, and when they raised their heads again, they were all full of fear.

It takes lifeblood to cultivate little ghosts, and the two hearts are connected. When the little ghosts were killed, their lifeblood was damaged. Although it could not be said that their vitality was seriously injured, it also consumed ten days and a half months of Taoism.

On the long street where Luo Chuan was, there were more than 50 little ghosts fleeing, and they were about to escape the long street in a blink of an eye.

Two hurricanes rose in Luo Chuan's pupils, and when his fists turned over, another mysterious force shook out wildly.

The second move of the Magic Fist. The wind rises!

Gusts of fist wind blew across the street, and more than fifty ghosts were blown back without a single escape. The ghosts begged for mercy in mid-air, but it was no use. They were swallowed up by the fist and turned into ashes!

The sun at noon shone on people, warm and cozy.

The ghost clouds and haze above the long street dissipated.

There was silence inside and outside the long street.

"Let's go." Luo Chuan took Bai Yiqing's hand and walked forward: "...By the way, where are we going?"

"Pfft... Of course, to where I live. I'll take you there." Bai Yiqing smiled, lowered her head, and concealed the shock in her eyes.

Walking down the long street, Bai Yiqing couldn't help asking, "Luo Chuan, if you do this, will you..."

"Why, are you worried that I'll annoy the immortal son of Tianqijing and bring revenge?" Luo Chuan stopped, looked back at a high pavilion on the long street, and smiled softly, "If I just tolerate it, it will only cause endless trouble. Besides, in Tianqijing, cultivators above the Nascent Soul Realm cannot take action. And the cultivators in the True Dan Realm are forming gangs and fighting, so they don't have time to care about me."

"That's true."

Until Luo Chuan and Bai Yiqing disappeared at the end of the long street, two extraordinary cultivators appeared on the high pavilion.

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(After writing N hundred thousand words, I finally encountered the first bottleneck. I got stuck until late at night and stared at the computer for 12 hours. I originally planned to make up a long chapter, but I think I'll make up for it. Please be kind~)