Supreme Immortal Demon

The overwhelming shadow of the gun enveloped Luochuan, and the world condensed into a small piece. This small piece was Ran Qingyi's True Immortal Spear Realm, where life and death were entirely controlled by Ran Qingyi.

A smile broke out on Ran Qingyi's handsome face, and at this moment, Luo Chuan opened his eyes.

His eyes were as deep as an abyss, and the bottom could not be seen at a glance, but Ran Qingyi vaguely felt that something was brewing in Luo Chuan's eyes.

Suddenly, the opponent in front of him disappeared.

Ran Qingyi was not surprised. He knew that Luo Chuan's movements were extremely fast. Although he felt a little unhappy in his heart, the smile on his face continued to bloom. No matter how fast Luo Chuan's movements were, he was already suppressed by the Ancient Immortal Spear. No matter how he moved, he was just seeking death.

After a tenth of a snap of his fingers, Luo Chuan's figure appeared.

Ran Qingyi's pupils shrank and her heartbeat quickened.

Seven figures actually appeared in front of him. Each of these seven figures was ethereal and transparent, each showing a different artistic conception:

The misty wind!

The tenderness of water!

The thickness of the soil!

The yang of fire!

The fury of thunder.

Immortality of gold!

The vitality of wood!

Before Ran Qingyi could react, the seven shadows split again! Each split into hundreds, split into hundreds of figures and continued to split...

In an instant, 70,000 Luo Chuan appeared in the outer monastery. Every Luo Chuan is a shadow, but their movements and expressions are different and lifelike.

Figures of people flashed across Ran Qingyi's pupils, and his heart was shaking violently!

Although his spear has thousands of ways, all things can evolve. This formed his gun-killing realm. But tens of thousands of Taoist spears are all heading towards one Luochuan. Now there are 70,000 Luochuans in the outer Taoist courtyard. Ran Qingyi's spear is naturally weakened.

Seven ways of movement, seventy thousand Luochuan, either laughing, staring, angry or sarcastic.

70,000 strands of fist intention rose from 70,000 Luo Chuan, and with the blast of the wonderful magic fist, the 70,000 strands of fist intention created a trace of connection with each other.

In the sky above the Outer Monastery, air waves rolled and condensed into 70,000 giant fists to face the gun shadow.

"Water chaos, break it!" A water magic clone smiled and waved his fist.

"Fire. Break!" The fire clone punched angrily.

"Thunder Roar. Break!" The clone of Lei Fa laughed ferociously and punched out.

"break!"

"break!"

"break!"

"break!"

…

Seventy thousand clones punched at the same time, and the magical magic fist wrapped the fist's intention and hit the ancient true immortal spear.

boom!

Nearly a hundred protective arrays in the Daozun Court were activated simultaneously. Mana shock. Guard Daozunyuan to the death.

even so. Under the impact of the magic fist that destroyed the city, more than a dozen walls and pavilions of Daozunyuan still collapsed. The repair speed of the protective circle could not keep up with the damage caused by the fist.

Yu Lichuan left Daozunyuan. Tianyin Street shook for a while, and the Tianyin roared again.

In the almost horrified gazes of the traveling monks from the outer monastery, thousands of gun shadows were shattered by 70,000 fists. Ran Qingyi had a solemn look on his face. Before he had time to change his moves, 70,000 clones, 70,000 shares The fist is crushing.

Ran Qingyi pulled away without thinking.

The two of them left just as quickly as they came.

In the blink of an eye, 70,000 clones crushed the outer monastery, and the walls of the tree attic that had just been repaired by the guardian array once again turned into ruins.

In Ridaoyuan, Ran Qingyi retreated.

Yuedaoyuan, Ran Qingyi retreated again.

In Xingdaoyuan, Ran Qingyi is still retreating!

Downstairs, there was no sound except the waves of the sea.

This is the real battle of immortality... The disciples of the seven major sects and the young masters of the two Taoist societies stared at the water mirror in silence.

A monk of the second level of Guixu suddenly raised his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp: "A good fighter! A good opponent!"

"To be able to evolve his body skills to this level, as long as he lives, he will become a grandmaster in the future."

"The Mysterious Realm of Dao, the transformation of the Seven Dharmas. I'm afraid the successors of the Imperial Master are in danger today."

The monks in the Return to the Void Realm originally only cared about the result, but Luo Chuan suddenly showed such a move, turning the tide of the battle at the critical moment and fighting back to the Xingdao Academy again. The monks in the Return to the Void Realm began to focus.

He could actually fight Ran Qingyi to this point.

Wen Renxi stared at the water mirror intently, feeling shocked inside. She quietly looked at Gu Yuefeng, and saw Gu Yuefeng drinking in silence, with no sadness or joy on his face, but the sadness in his eyes under his gray hair revealed his complicated mood at the moment.

Compared with the nearly thousand-year-old Guixu Realm monk present, Gu Yuefeng is still very young, but his appearance has gone through many changes and he looks a little old.

Wen Renxi was slightly absent-minded, and a trace of sadness arose in his heart.

The master must have regarded Luo Chuan as one of the many candidates before, but it was a pity that Luo Chuan was not favored by the master due to his outstanding talents, and was eventually given up by the master. If Luo Chuan wins the first battle, I wonder what the master will think... Wen Renxi suddenly felt a little complicated. She didn't want Luo Chuan to win, and she didn't want the master to be entangled, but she was the witness of Luo Chuan coming to Tianqi Capital.

That day outside the small building on the top of the empty mountain boundary, Luo Chuan's words rang in her ears... Even if it is the royal palace of the Great Xia Dynasty, I, Luo Chuan, will go there even if I fight to pieces!

In order to save his friend, he traveled thousands of miles to the capital of the Immortal Dynasty where masters abounded. He started from scratch, from obscurity to fame, and experienced countless difficulties before finally reaching this point. Only one step away from rescuing my friend...

Gritting her teeth fiercely, Wen Renxi suppressed the sympathy and expectation, and her eyes became firm under the sea.

For the sake of his master, Luo Chuan must not win, he must not win!

In the water mirror, in front of the main hall of Xingdaoyuan, Ran Qingyi finally stood firm.

After all, he has the power of the fourth level of the True Dan, which is two levels higher than Luo Chuan, and he is also the best master of the younger generation of Tianqijing. Although he was disrupted by Luo Chuan's treacherous attack and was forced to retreat to Xingdaoyuan, Ran Qingyi soon thought of a way to deal with it.

With a flick of the spear tip, a fantastic arc was drawn in the air. Ran Qingyi held the spear with both hands and inserted it into the ground with a low shout.

Buzz!

The brilliant light was overflowing, and the air waves rolled. Four streams of white smoke spread from Ran Qingyi's feet to the front, back, left and right. The white smoke solidified and rose, and four True Immortal Dharma Masters holding long spears walked out of it. One person guarded one side, and the long spear stirred up "waves" in the void, and dense spear shadows shot at Luo Chuan's 70,000 clones.

The seven clones were like ice and snow meeting fire, melting and shattering one by one. The figures in Xingdaoyuan were rapidly reduced at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and recovered in the blink of an eye.

The clones were scattered, but Luo Chuan was safe and sound. These seven clones were derived from the seven methods of escape to the realm of transformation. With his current skills, he could not maintain them for long.

He tapped his toes lightly on the jade path, and his body jumped out. When it rubbed against the air, a thunderous sound was emitted. In an instant, he passed the four true immortals and punched Ran Qingyi.

Ran Qingyi opened his mouth and sucked, and the four true immortals quickly swept back, one by one merging into Ran Qingyi's body. Finally, they disappeared.

The fist appeared. The silver spear came out.

The fist and the spear blasted!

With a buzzing sound. A void abyss split between the two, and turbulence suddenly surged out. Luo Chuan smiled coldly, and the fist hit the void. He controlled the surface with a point and dragged Ran Qingyi into the void.

From this moment on, the battle situation quietly changed and began to turn to Luo Chuan's hands!

The turbulent forces in the void rose and fell like tides, surging endlessly. In the distance, there was a dark hurricane and a sky fire purple thunder that flowed in from an unknown domain. Further into the depths, there were whirlpools of various colors, and there were vague human figures in them.

Those who could fight in the depths of the void were all the supreme masters of the Nine Heavens Realm who had lived for thousands of years. Their eyesight was enough to see through the turbulence of the void and see the shallow shore of the void at the edge of the Tiannan Region. In their eyes, the fight between Luo Chuan and Ran Qingyi was like two ants fighting, and they stopped paying attention after one glance.

Luo Chuan and Ran Qingyi naturally could not see those terrifying existences. The two of them fought in close combat, fighting fast with fast.

Luo Chuan relied on the second-level cultivation of the Dragon and Hound Body Technique, so he was naturally not afraid of the turbulence of the void. Although Ran Qingyi wore a high-quality Taoist robe that could block the full-strength attack of the Infant Realm, he stayed in the void for a long time. Under the impact of turbulence and strange power, cracks appeared on Ran Qingyi's Taoist robe and began to become fragile.

When the same-level masters fight, the situation changes rapidly, but as long as you firmly grasp one of the time, place and people, you can stand firm and invincible.

Daozunyuan is Ran Qingyi's home court, but if it is the void outside the domain, the advantage of home court will immediately turn to Luo Chuan.

Although the oppression of the turbulent flow and the alien force in the void made Luo Chuan's whole body painful, it was very beneficial to the practice of Longhu body technique, but it was not a good thing for Ran Qingyi.

In addition to turbulence and alien force in the void, there is also gravity. The deeper into the void, the greater the gravity.

Only when the cultivation is as high as that of Jiulongjun or Li Xuangan, and the person and the void are in harmony with the realm of Tao, can they not be hindered by gravity. When ordinary cultivators enter the void, their movements and the flow of their internal breath will become slow.

At the edge of Tiannan Domain, Luo Chuan was in a sweat, and although his skin had turned red, he felt nothing, and he became more and more courageous. Ran Qingyi was sweating profusely, veins bulged under his skin, blood vessels swelled, his face turned pale, and he trembled slightly.

After ten rounds, the two changed their methods and performed their unique skills. But compared with Daozunyuan, the scene has changed drastically.

Boom!

It was Ran Qingyi who was approached by Luo Chuan without paying attention. His fists turned into afterimages, and more than a hundred punches were thrown, each one mercilessly, hitting Ran Qingyi in the lower abdomen.

The piercing pain came, Ran Qingyi arched his back and shrank his abdomen, his face twitched, and he looked at Luo Chuan in surprise. His skin was hot, just like a roasted prawn.

Luo Chuan stretched out his hand like lightning and grabbed Ran Qingyi's hair.

Boom! Another sound!

Ran Qingyi's handsome face and Luo Chuan's knee completed the first collision.

Ran Qingyi's nose was shattered, five teeth fell out, his mouth was full of blood, and his vision was blurred.

"You are so shameless." Luo Chuan raised the corner of his mouth, and took advantage of Ran Qingyi's lack of consciousness to attack again.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

The second collision! The third time! The fourth time! The fifth time… Ran Qingyi’s teeth were all shattered, his entire face was broken and deformed, blood was dripping, and his handsome appearance was gone.

Luo Chuan snorted in his heart. He didn’t expect that Ran Qingyi’s physical body method was not too bad. Although he was as miserable as a dog and could no longer be distinguished from a human, he was still barely alive.

From Luo Chuan’s torture to Ran Qingyi’s complete destruction, it only took a moment.

After a moment, Ran Qingyi finally came to his senses. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!

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