Supreme Immortal Demon

The man on the right has a thin face and dull eyes. He stood very quietly in front of the dilapidated pavilion. The waves of the lake on the far bank, the shouts and noises of the white bats in the busy city, the angry flames of the killing squad... everything, as he appeared, was immersed in an extremely "quiet" feeling. In artistic conception.

Ren Xian raised his hand, entangled three fingers, and made a handprint.

Everyone felt that the sky and the earth in front of the alchemy room suddenly sank. The blood of the five Dan Gang Demon-Conquering Rulers faded away and their murderous intent disappeared. They all fell to the ground without any movement.

Under the noon sun, the young man was wearing a dazzling snow-white robe, but his whole body seemed like an empty shadow that seemed to disappear at any time.

After a long time, whispers came from the crowd.

"That's Ren Xian, the twelfth one on the Green Immortal List!"

"Before taking action, he shocked the five masters of the Killing Team. It is said that his true strength has already ranked among the top nine in the Green Immortal Ranking, or even higher. It is indeed true!"

"The second person in the Xingtian Taoist Society, with a rank of fifth rank, second only to Marshal Sima. Are you kidding me?"

Gradually, everyone's eyes moved away from Ren Xian's very quiet figure and fell to the side of the majestic and burly man standing like a mountain.

At noon, when the temperature rose, the man with a thick beard turned his head and glanced at the onlookers intentionally or unintentionally. He grinned, revealing his white teeth and a bright smile.

Contrary to Ren Xian, who is almost quiet to the extreme, Sima Wuji is like a blazing fire, wild, heroic, and full of vitality, as if the sun in the sky has descended on the world.

The monks watching all showed awe, Chen Luo's face was cold, and Young Master Ning no longer looked arrogant and his eyes were evasive.

Everyone in Apocalypse Capital knew what kind of bloody chaos was hidden under Sima Wuji's seemingly bright smile.

Apart from the leader, there are only three other young masters in Tianqi Capital. It is almost impossible to distinguish between them.

"Chen Luo, Ning Er, you two are so idle." Sima Wuji said.

Chen Luo said bravely: "Young Marshal is also very idle,"

"Hahaha." Sima Wuji raised his head and laughed, then suddenly paused and glanced at Chen Luo coldly: "It's none of your business!"

Chen Luo's face turned pale and he opened his mouth, looking embarrassed.

No longer paying attention to Chen Luo and Young Master Ning, Sima Wuji turned to the five law enforcement monks and said calmly: "You can go back."

The leading black-robed law enforcement monk's face was stiff, and he glanced at Luo Chuan with a hundred reluctances in his heart.

As a law enforcer of the killing squad, he is usually very majestic and can make ordinary sixth-grade Taoist officials fawn over him. But if he offended Sima Wuji, he would most likely never see the sun again tomorrow.

Under Ren Xian's cold eyes, the black-robed law enforcement monk bowed slightly, turned around and was about to leave.

"The Emperor's favor is so great that he grants you the right to monitor Tianqi Capital and carry out the responsibility of supervising and killing people on behalf of the Emperor. You just left like this, but do you want to live up to the Emperor's favor?"

A delicate voice came from the crowd, and Chen Luo's face lit up.

"Wang Xiner?" Sima Wuji looked at the girl.

"I've met the young commander."

The girl bowed and smiled at Sima Wuji, and walked to Chen Luo. Her exquisite figure was wrapped in a tight-fitting robe, showing her charm and allure.

Luo Chuan remembered this woman. It was this woman who caused trouble on the outskirts of Tianqi Capital that day.

"Young Marshal, you are wrong." Wang Xin'er snuggled into Chen Luo's arms, blinking her big eyes: "Sima Marshal has been a minister for generations, a first-level Taoist mansion, and is also in charge of the five extremes of Daxia. The emperor's favor is huge. As Marshal Sima, as a The leader of Xingtian should set an example. How could he violate Daxia's prohibition in public? If someone with knowledge of it comes to His Majesty's ears and His Majesty blames him, Xingtian Taoist Society will lose Marshal Sima and the group will be without a leader. That would be terrible. What to do?”

"What a sharp tongue. Chen Luo, you have a wife like this, what else can a husband ask for?" Sima Wuji said with a smile.

Chen Luo's expression was ugly. On the surface, Sima Wuji was praising Wang Xin, but behind the scenes, he was saying that Chen Luo was incompetent and worse than a woman. No matter how soft and attractive the delicate body in his arms was, Chen Luo no longer had any desire.

"But Xin'er was wrong." Sima Wuji smiled slightly: "He Luo Chuan is a member of our Xingtian Taoist Society and just joined ten days ago. With a sixth-grade title, even if he injures a few supervisory monks, what will happen. Chen Luo , you set up a trap to frame him and offend me, Xingtian, have you thought about the consequences? "

As he spoke, Sima Wuji turned to Luo Chuan with a warm smile in his eyes. With such a hint, he should understand what I mean no matter what. Whether he wants it or not, if he wants to survive today, he has no choice but to join Xingtian.

"Young Marshal..." Chen Luo's expression changed slightly. Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Sima Wuji's sneer.

"Go away! Who do you think you are? You are only a seventh-grade person, not even among the top six of Tianxing Taoist Society. No one in the Chen Family Taoist House recommends you to support the scene. What qualifications do you have to talk to me? If you dare to be verbose, don't blame me. Give Ning Xingtian some face."

Chen Luo's face turned red and he remained silent, but there was a deep bitterness in his heart. His attempt to frame Luo Chuan was actually used by Sima Wuji to conquer Luo Chuan. With Sima Wuji's methods, domineering and shrewd, 90% of Luo Chuan would be loyal to Xing Tian. When Marquis Ning found out, he was scolded again.

At this moment, Wang Xiner suddenly smiled and walked two steps forward: "Young Commander, please calm down. Before Xiner came here, she went to Ninghou Courtyard and asked for something from everyone."

As soon as the three words "Xuan Jia Jia" came out, the faces of the onlookers changed slightly, and they were all filled with fear.

Ren Xian's calm eyes flashed with vigilance. He looked at Sima Wuji and saw that Sima Wuji's face was expressionless, but his gaze towards Wang Xiner instantly became sharp.

Wang Xiner's heart was beating wildly, she lowered her head and took out a cyan jade from her arms.

Sima Wuji was startled, his eyes softened, and there was a hint of tenderness, and he murmured: "This is what I personally picked for Miss Xuan before she..."

"Xin'er still remembers that the young marshal said at the time that meeting a woman is like meeting a person..." Wang Xin'er said cautiously.

"For such a trivial matter, you actually gave it to others...how much do you hate me." Sima Wuji looked up to the sky and laughed, clenching his fists, his laughter could not hide his loneliness.

Wang Xiner was as silent as a cicada, not daring to say a word, but she was very proud of herself.

"Young Marshal, I don't blame you for that." Ren Xian said.

Sima Wuji stopped laughing, looked at the sapphire again, and said calmly: "Ren Xian, let's go."

No one was surprised. As early as when Wang Xiner said the three words "Xuan Jia Jia", many monks had already guessed the ending.

Seeing Yu as seeing someone, he announced where everyone was going, and Sima Wuji retreated.

Four years ago in Tianqi Capital, in front of Ninghou Taoist Mansion, Sima Wuji smiled at the woman's back. After that day, the Xuan family moved into the annex of Ninghou Daofu and never stepped out of the annex since then.

The next year, Xingtian Taoist Society and Tianxing Taoist Society officially went to war, and both sides frantically recruited Tiannan monks. As of now, there are more than a thousand young men from noble families above the ninth rank involved in this fight, more than 200 above the sixth rank, and half a hundred above the third rank.

When the young master of the Xian family in Tianqijing became angry, more than just a river of blood flowed out. In the capital of Apocalypse, the young lady is dressed in bright clothes and angry with her horse, and she is as wanton as she wants. However, outside the Great Xia Dynasty, nine medium-sized countries have changed dynasties due to this, and the number of small countries with broken mountains and rivers is close to a hundred.

Seeing Sima Wuji turn and leave, the monks who were watching sighed in their hearts.

The overall situation has been decided, and the Tianxing Taoist Society will ultimately win this secret battle.

"Tianxing Taoist Society, seventh grade title...Chen Luo, is this all your trump card?"

The silence on the long street was broken.

Sima Wuji frowned slightly, stopped, and turned to look at Luo Chuan, who had not spoken until now.

He was as calm as before, but he seemed to have a different temperament.

After years of killing and fighting, Sima Wuji suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, and a ridiculous thought passed through his mind.

Could it be that Luo Chuan had already predicted that he would come forward, use himself to force out all Chen Luo's trump cards, and inquire about the details of the two Taoist societies, and calmly speculate and weigh... as if he was hiding in the dark, ready to attack. of Thunderhawk.

Impossible, even if he really has this intention, where is his trump card? It's because I think too much.

Sima Wuji secretly shook his head.

Perhaps it was a woman's intuition, something was wrong in Wang Xiner's heart, she glared at the law enforcement monk: "Why are you so dazed! Why don't you take action quickly."

The black-robed monk no longer hesitated, gritted his teeth, raised the Demon-Conquering Ruler high, and the Dan Gang rushed out, like an ice rule across the long street, falling from the sky and striking at Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan moved. In less than a blink of an eye, Luo Chuan avoided Dan Gang, crossed the long street, and appeared in front of Chen Luo.

So fast!

Sima Wuji's pupils shrank.

"You..." Chen Luo was stunned.

Luo Chuan appeared too quickly and took action immediately without any warning.

Although Chen Luo was at the second level of true elixir and at the elixir condensation stage, when he realized something was wrong and tried to condense the body-protecting elixir, it was too late!

Bang!

The heart-chilling sound echoed down the street.

Chen Luo's protective elixir was shattered by Luo Chuan's punch. His protective robe was torn into pieces, his sternum was all broken, and he curled up like a prawn and fell to the ground in pain.

Bang!

The floor tiles on the long street were smashed into pieces, and Chen Luo's naked body was almost embedded in the ground.

"Be bold!"

"Suffer death!"

The five law enforcement monks shouted angrily and struck Luo Chuan with their magic pestles.

Dan Gang had just fallen halfway down and suddenly stopped.

Sima Wuji and Ren Xian's eyes fell on the object in Luo Chuan's hand, their bodies trembled, and their expressions changed suddenly.

He saw a golden dragon-like brilliance rising from the palm of Luo Chuan's hand, swaying upwards, scattering the Dan Gang, like a golden pillar reaching the sky and the earth, soaring straight into the sky! The five law enforcement monks were also knocked out violently, their heads bruised and bloody.

The situation suddenly changed and strong winds arose.

clang!

From a distance, bells rang in the imperial city under the purple-gold clouds.

clang!

clang!

clang!

clang!

The bells echoed throughout Tianqi Capital, vast and thick, and then gradually stopped after five tones.

In front of the emperor's palace, there is a bell of ten thousand dynasties.

When Emperor Xia went out, the bell rang nine times.

When the imperial master went to the palace, the bell rang seven times.

When the master comes to pay homage, the bell rings five times.

In addition, even first- and second-grade Taoist officials cannot cause the bell to ring.

The long street is silent, as quiet as stagnant water.

The monks looked at the dragon talisman in Luo Chuan's hand in disbelief, which represented the identity of the third-grade Tiannan master.