Supreme Immortal Demon

Mo Wuchang and the other seven people stared at the water mirror blankly. The scene of Luo Chuan killing the elder of Kunting Mountain flashed in their minds, and they felt a little scared.

Dean Zhao swallowed his saliva. As the dean of the Transmission Academy, he rarely had the opportunity to travel around. He also heard some stories and news about the Tiannan cultivation world from hearsay, from the mouths of the monks who came and went.

He had also heard a lot about Luo Chuan's deeds, such as breaking the sea of ​​monuments in Wuhua City, breaking into the Tianqijing Transmission Academy, overturning the Qingchuan Danfa Pavilion, and breaking through the Daozun Academy... But no matter which part, it was far less shocking than witnessing Master Luo's layout to kill the Nascent Soul master today.

"So skilled... This is definitely not the first time he has killed a Nascent Soul cultivator." Feixue Sect Patriarch Hua suddenly said.

Dean Zhao, Mo Wuchang and the other seven people's heartbeats accelerated again.

"Although he is only at the third level of the True Dan, he obviously knows the Nascent Soul Realm very well. Otherwise, the sneak attack would not have been successful." Patriarch Fang of Wuliang Cave Mansion commented, looking at Luo Chuan with a complicated look.

"Haha, in less than three hours, he reached the first ancient temple. In the history of Tiannan, where does he rank?" Yuan Laozu looked very proud.

The faces of the elders of Wuliang Cave and Feixue Sect changed slightly, and the elders of Kongxu Mountain Realm were in high spirits.

"In this first level alone, he has surpassed the disciple of Tianhua Palace, who is known as the most gifted disciple of Tiannan in the past three hundred years, the little monster of Tianhua Palace. There are only ten people ahead of him." Master Dangmo said lightly: "This is when he was chased by Kunting Mountain."

Among those present, the only one who was calm from beginning to end was Lu Ping.

Looking at the figure in the water mirror, he entered the bronze temple in a blink of an eye. Lu Ping was not surprised, not surprised, and the nostalgia in his eyes became thicker.

With a flash, Luo Chuan got into the bronze temple.

The space in the ancient temple is a thousand feet high, like a giant's residence. The pillars of the temple are purple summer wood that has long been extinct in the Tiannan region, and the floor tiles are jade covered with meteorite sand. When you step on it, thousands of meteorite sands actually move quickly, and the ancient temple emits a buzzing sound.

In the southeast, northwest, and up and down of the ancient temple, there are six bronze mirrors with a diameter of three hundred feet. The bronze mirrors emit a slight yellow light. Luo Chuan looked around, but he couldn't see his reflection in the mirror.

Soon, the ancient temple became quiet. On the wall at the other end of the ancient temple, subtitles like water ripples appeared.

Luo Chuan's body shook. The ground shrank into an inch. When he came to the water ripples, he saw that the water ripples were engraved with names and times, which were obviously the historical rankings of reaching this level.

You Daoting. Half an hour!

Rong Yiren, half an hour!

Xing Xu, half an hour!

...

Gu Yue Peak, three days.

…

“It turns out that I am not the fastest. Even if Kuntingshan hadn’t been chasing me, I would need at least one to two hours to avoid the fierce beasts and dangerous places along the way. The three people at the top are so strong!”

Luo Chuan thought to himself, and saw that after the tenth place, there was another row of subtitles: Luo, three hours.

“Eleventh place, quite high.”

Luo Chuan erased the word “Luo”, used his power, and wrote the two words Luo Chuan. Luo Chuan’s handwriting was crooked and had no aesthetic feeling. But if you look closely, you can find that his strokes are like dragons and snakes entwined, and trees are twisted and knotted, like the way of nature, the more you taste it, the more delicious it is.

There was a sound of breaking wind behind him, and Luo Chuan did not stop, passing through the passage of the ancient temple and flying towards the exit.

Luo Chuan did not notice that the moment he just left the ancient temple, a high mountain emerged from the six bronze mirrors of the ancient temple.

The high mountain in the bronze mirror was located in a black sea with purple light. The sea was vast and boundless, and the mountain was even higher, like a white dragon pillar inserted into the sky.

Thunders rose and fell around the mountain pillar, like purple snakes coiling and rising.

On the top of the mountain pillar, the chubby old Taoist opened his eyes.

"Huh."

The old Taoist's eyes penetrated the vast sea, passed the bronze mirror, and fell into the bronze palace.

His eyes paused on the word "Luochuan". The old Taoist touched his nose and laughed dumbly: "What an ugly word."

After leaving the ancient palace, in front of Luo Chuan, there were endless mountains and rivers.

Green mountains and green waters, towering peaks, and waterfalls and abysses, all in all, a pleasant fairy atmosphere.

But in the sky, there was a circle of dark red thundercloud vortex, like a strange eye, and from time to time, four-winged crows spewing lightning could be seen flying out of the thundercloud vortex.

In the abyss valley under Luo Chuan's feet, a blood-red flood was flowing. The flood seemed to be boiled by geothermal heat, and bubbles rolled. From time to time, a pillar of fire shot up, some were thousands of feet high, and some were thousands of feet high, comparable to a mountain peak.

The pillars of fire were so dense that even the first-level fierce birds and beasts of the Nascent Soul were avoiding the high-shooting pillars of fire.

"What a dangerous terrain. This second road is indeed more dangerous."

Luo Chuan was thinking in his heart, and the roar of magic power came from behind him.

Luo Chuan turned his head and saw that Zi Xuanhui and the other seven had also left the ancient temple.

Perhaps because of their large number, they attracted the attention of fierce birds and beasts as soon as they left the ancient temple.

Hundreds of four-winged crows flew out of the vortex of thunderclouds in the sky, whistling and rushing towards them, spitting lightning from their mouths, and flashing a hundred-foot cold light similar to Dan Gang in their eyes, like a long sword, slashing at the elders of Kunting Mountain.

Luo Chuan was gloating over the misfortune of others, but he was suddenly discovered by the four-winged crows, and more than 20 of them turned around and flew towards him.

Dense lightning bolts hit Luo Chuan.

These lightning bolts were all wrapped with the power of the Infant Realm. Luo Chuan did not dare to resist and fell straight down, his body like a black dot falling towards a mountain in the distance.

Bang!

Luo Chuan stepped on the mountain to create a huge pit.

More than 20 four-winged crows did not let Luo Chuan go, and flew over with a roar.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Luo Chuan's feet touched the mountain peak, he exerted force on his waist, twisted his body, and quickly bounced back into the sky.

Before more than 20 four-winged crows could come to their senses, Luo Chuan had already appeared behind them, with the Tianri Killing Knife in hand, a flash of lightning flashed in Luo Chuan's eyes, and he slashed with the knife horizontally.

Snap!

A blood mark appeared in the air, and the four-winged crows were all beheaded by Luo Chuan, and purple thunder blood sprayed out and fell from the sky.

Luo Chuan picked up more than 20 crow inner pills and quickly took back the Tianri Killing Knife. He glanced at it and put it into the storage ring.

In the distance, the elders of Kunting Mountain were entangled by hundreds of four-winged crows.

Luo Chuan observed carefully for a moment, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he turned into a wind shadow and flew over silently.

Although the seven elders of Kunting Mountain had two Nascent Soul Stage II and one Nascent Soul Stage III, they could not withstand the large number of four-winged crows and were caught in a bitter battle.

Amidst the waves of mana and lightning, Luo Chuan quietly appeared.

His body still maintained the wind shadow. Ethereal and transparent. There was a hint of majesty on his face, which was a little cold and hard in the wind.

In a blink of an eye, Luo Chuan appeared behind a Nascent Soul Stage II elder.

"Quick!"

Luo Chuan uttered a sound and punched the elder's back.

"Pah"!

The elder's body was like catkins in the wind. It was blown away.

Pah pah pah...

Almost at the same time. The bodies of the other six elders were torn apart like bubbles. They disappeared.

For a while, Luo Chuan was surrounded by fierce birds, and there were four-winged crows all around him.

And from the air not far from him, seven figures slowly emerged, which were the elders of Kunting Mountain.

"Hahaha! The little thief has been fooled!"

"Hmph, his body is too fast, we can only use the puppet incarnation talisman to lure him here. Let's see where he runs this time!"

The seven real elders of Kunting Mountain surrounded Luo Chuan. Under Zi Xuanhui's order, the seven people used their magic power to besiege Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan turned into a wind shadow, and was stretched to the limit under the siege of the four-winged crows. The seven elders of Kunting Mountain sent three people to attack the four-winged crows, and the other four cast spells in the distance, forming a magic net array to block Luo Chuan's retreat.

Looking at Luo Chuan who was trapped in the siege and gradually exhausted, Zi Xuanhui's mouth corners slightly raised.

The Dou Court dispatched eight elders to hunt down Luo Chuan. Zi Xuanhui didn't think it was a big deal. He just thought it was killing a chicken with a butcher knife. But along the way, his opinion of Luo Chuan changed again and again.

If this kid is not eliminated, he will become a big trouble in the future.

Fortunately, he will be buried here today!

The smile on Zi Xuanhui's face gradually spread, but at this moment, he felt a little uneasy.

Turning his head suddenly, Zi Xuanhui's pupils shrank suddenly, and he opened his mouth, his face full of disbelief.

In the northeast corner, a second-level elder of the Nascent Soul was wholeheartedly exerting his magic power, and working together with the other three to set up a magic net array.

The familiar figure appeared behind him silently, took out a knife, and stabbed it fiercely.

Zi Xuanhui wanted to warn him, but it was too late.

Puff!

The white knife went in and the red knife came out!

Luo Chuan's eyes flashed with cold light, and his move was extremely fast, and his move was dark and cruel!

Before Zi Xuanhui could see the knife clearly, Luo Chuan had already stabbed the defenseless elder in the back!

At the same time, in the four-winged crow formation, the wind shadow incarnation was like a bubble, breaking into pieces. At the moment of breaking, its face still retained the angry and majestic look.

"Brother Feng!"

"How dare you, little thief!"

The faces of the elders of Kunting Mountain changed drastically, and they rushed back to Luo Chuan. Three of them were trapped by the four-winged crows, and the other four, including Zi Xuanhui, rushed to rescue Elder Feng.

Elder Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, his eyes were dim, and he was shaky. He was stabbed in the heart by Luo Chuan. With the powerful vitality of the second stage of the Nascent Soul, he did not die, but his life was in danger.

Luo Chuan did not want to fight, and turned around and fled.

The four elders rushed to Elder Feng, casting spells to replenish his vitality while madly stuffing pills into his mouth.

"Brother Feng, please hold on!"

"It's okay, as long as the True Infant is not broken, the heart injury is at most a serious injury. It will recover after a few months of recuperation."

"Brother Feng, mobilize your vitality, and I will help you practice!"

Just after flying a hundred steps, Luo Chuan suddenly twisted his waist and turned back to fly out a palm.

The cry of the ancient golden-winged roc echoed between the mountains, and the four-winged crows were all startled.

A golden palm shadow flashed through the eyes of Zi Xuanhui and the other four. Elder Feng was hit hard by Luo Chuan's ghostly palm right under their noses!

Elder Feng, who was already lingering on, spit out another mouthful of blood and sprayed the faces of the four elders. His life force was withered to the extreme!

"You acted so fake, do you really think I'm as stupid as you?"

Luo Chuan laughed and walked away.

Zi Xuanhui and the other four were pale and looked at each other, with humiliation and helplessness in their eyes.

"You help Junior Brother Feng heal his wounds! You must save Junior Brother Feng. This boy, I will personally go out!"

Zi Xuanhui wiped the blood off his face, took a deep breath, dodged, and chased Luo Chuan.

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(It seems like I haven’t updated for a long time? I lost a lot of weight due to overwork during the Chinese New Year. I’ve been busy recuperating recently and studying the great book. I’ll post more in a few days when I’m in better shape) (To be continued..)