Supreme Immortal Demon

Although this valley was occupied by four-winged crows at the peak of the first stage of Nascent Soul, there were also many other fierce birds and beasts.

From time to time, monsters at the first stage of Nascent Soul would emerge from the flood tide or fly from behind the mountains, and attack Luo Chuan in groups.

Luo Chuan not only had to avoid the irregular fire pillars, but also had to kill the fierce birds and beasts in front of him, so his body movement slowed down.

With a fist, the mountains roared and echoed.

The ten three-faced monster wasps blocking Luo Chuan were pierced by the fist. Luo Chuan made a lightning move, took out ten inner pills from the remains of the wasps, and picked off the black poisonous stings of the wasps.

There were bursts of breaking wind behind him, and in Tianmen's mind, Zi Xuanhui flew over with a sword.

A hazy black mist floated in Luo Chuan's eyes. Under Tianmen, the black real pill was running fast, and his hands were quickly pinching the seal method, just about to use Tianmen Xuanshen.

Suddenly, a huge shadow emerged from behind the mountains in front of Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan looked at it carefully, and his heart skipped a beat.

It was a four-winged crow with a body of a hundred feet long, emitting purple flames all over its body, and spewing purple lightning from its mouth. Each purple lightning was fifty feet long, and its breath was close to the third stage of Nascent Soul.

Luo Chuan thought it was not good, so he took back the Tianmen Xuanshen and used his body skills wholeheartedly to avoid the thunder and lightning that were as dense as a woven net.

Suddenly, Zi Xuanhui behind him pinched a seal, and the Taoist boots under his feet spewed thunder. His body skills increased tenfold. In a blink of an eye, he was thirty steps behind Luo Chuan, and his palm wrapped in magic power, like a waterfall, slapping Luo Chuan.

Bang!

Although Luo Chuan reacted, he was still a beat late, and his right shoulder was hit hard, and blood flowed out.

Luo Chuan gritted his teeth and used all the strength of his body. But he still suffered a great loss, with a sickly blush on his face, and he forced himself to swallow the blood clot in his throat.

Deep inside his body, the life force was dispatched by the innate water and fire to repair Luo Chuan's injured internal organs.

"Luo Chuan, your good luck ends here!" Zi Xuanhui sneered and circulated his magic power again.

There were ferocious birds in front and soldiers chasing behind, all of which were terrifying existences of the third level of Nascent Soul.

Luo Chuan did not think twice and dodged. He fell to the mountains below.

Bang!

Luo Chuan stepped on the mountain with one foot. His body penetrated down. He actually broke through the mountain and fell into a river valley.

"Hahaha... your body is really hard enough! It's a pity that it can only withstand one blow from me at most! Luo Chuan! When you killed Lu Fanshuang, did you ever think that this day would come?"

Zi Xuanhui's wild laughter sounded in his ears. Luo Chuan's body shook, spit out a mouthful of evil blood, and the circulation of his internal power became smoother.

Before Zi Xuanhui arrived, Luo Chuan took a deep breath, performed the water escape technique, and disappeared into the river valley.

As soon as Luo Chuan lay down, Zi Xuanhui arrived right behind him.

"Hmph. Little thief! Where are you hiding!" Zi Xuanhui floated in the air, his cold eyes swept across the valley.

With his hands forming a seal, a dark red light appeared in Zi Xuanhui's eyes. It shot out three feet.

In a blink of an eye, Zi Xuanhui's eyes penetrated the river valley and saw Luo Chuan sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the valley.

With legs crossed and palms together, one hand pointing to the sky and the other to the ground, Luo Chuan opened his eyes, met Zi Xuanhui's curious eyes, and smiled slightly: "Second seat Zi, do you miss Lu Fanshuang very much?"

"How do you know my identity?" Zi Xuanhui was secretly surprised, and then reacted: "So you already knew it in the Transmission Daoyuan, no wonder you chose the Six Divisions of Samsara Dao. Unfortunately, you chose a dead end."

"Are you done with your big talk?" Luo Chuan sat cross-legged at the bottom of the river, with the corners of his mouth raised. He didn't expect to catch the opportunity of Zi Xuanhui being alone so soon, and the Tianmen Xuanshen Seal in his hand was also finished.

"Second seat Zi, you and Lu Fanshuang seem to have a good relationship. In this case, I will send you to see Lu Fanshuang."

After the voice fell, Luo Chuan pressed out a palm.

Zi Xuanhui was the second seat of the Kunting Mountain Dou Court after all. Seeing Luo Chuan's appearance, he had long been secretly alert.

With a heavy hum, Zi Xuanhui's whole body rolled up with green and red magic power, protecting his body. At the moment when Luo Chuan pressed the handprint, he also blasted out a palm.

In the air, a huge, ethereal and transparent white bone claw appeared, and it quickly pounced on Luo Chuan at the bottom of the valley.

Buzz!

A whistle echoed in the valley, and Zi Xuanhui vaguely saw a terrifying bird flying out from under Luo Chuan's palm, with golden wings and sharp claws, carrying the ancient and vast power, swallowing the white bone claw in one bite and pounced on him.

Zi Xuanhui's strength ranks among the top fifteen among the elders of the Infant Realm of Kunting Mountain, and his body movement is also his strong point.

But when Luo Chuan's palm was struck, he didn't even have a chance to react, and was hit.

Boom!

The protective magic power instantly collapsed and broke into pieces.

The fourth-grade protective Taoist robe could not withstand the attack of Tianmen Xuanshen and turned into powder in an instant.

Luo Chuan's palm directly penetrated Zi Xuanhui's body.

The True Infant staggered and flew out, looked at Luo Chuan blankly, and flew away.

"Another Infant Cultivator."

A cold light flashed in Luo Chuan's eyes, and he jumped out of the valley, picked up Zi Xuanhui's storage ring, and chased after Zi Xuanhui's True Infant.

Zi Xuanhui's True Infant flew very fast, and it was obvious that he had put a lot of effort into tempering the True Infant.

It was not until five miles later that Luo Chuan finally caught up.

The True Infant was shocked to see Luo Chuan appear in front of it, and kept begging for mercy.

Luo Chuan would not pay attention to it, and did not give it a chance to self-destruct, and smashed it with a palm.

Zi Xuanhui, the second seat of Kunting Mountain, is dead!

Luo Chuan let out a long breath, turned his head and looked into the distance. Under the thundercloud storm, six figures could be vaguely seen, resisting the attack of the four-winged crow while flying.

"Tianmen Xuan Shen has already used them, but it's not that easy to kill them again."

Luo Chuan whispered and swept forward.

Along the way, Luo Chuan was attacked by groups of four-winged crows. After killing seventeen of them, he stopped consuming his energy and used all his strength to move forward.

The four-winged crow who had transformed into a third-level infant seemed to be frightened by Luo Chuan's Tianmen Mysterious God. He hid far away and did not dare to step forward.

When the sun was about to go down, Luo Chuan finally arrived in front of the second ancient temple.

This ancient temple is located in the middle of a long river, with fiery red tides rushing around it. Constantly hitting the ancient palace.

In a flash, Luo Chuan entered the ancient palace.

The second ancient temple is not much different from the previous one.

"What's going on with these six bronze mirrors?" Luo Chuan carefully looked at the bronze mirrors in the ancient palace. After looking at them for a long time, he didn't find anything special.

He cast his gaze towards the back wall of the ancient palace. Luo Chuan saw the ranking list again.

The top three remain unchanged.

Visit the Taoist Courtyard for two hours.

Tolerate strangers, two and a half hours.

The punishment is empty, three hours.

Luo Chuan's ranking has fallen out of the top 20, ranking 23rd with six hours.

"Who are these people?" Luo Chuan was a little curious, but didn't think much about it.

In a flash, Luo Chuan jumped out of the ancient palace.

An hour later, the six elders from Kunting Mountain finally arrived. Their faces were extremely ugly, with confusion and confusion lingering between their brows.

An elder glanced at the jade bracelet on his wrist. After a while, he said: "Zi Cizuo hasn't sent a message yet."

"Maybe he killed Luo Chuan. He has returned."

"If that's the case, he should at least send a message to let us know."

"That's alright. Elder Feng, why don't you wait here first. Let's go explore first." An elder said.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if a few of you go. But you must be careful. That little thief is very cunning and scheming." Elder Feng opened his eyes tiredly, his eyes dim.

He was seriously injured, but at least he had been rescued from hell by the elders. At this time, he was holding a piece of jade in his hand and was absorbing the innate source to repair his body.

Another elder of the second level of Transformation Infant thought for a while, took out a jade box from his arms, and handed it to Elder Feng: "Junior brother, there is a three-mile spiritual vein here to match your Hunyuan Jade. It should be ready in three days. The physical body has been repaired. As for the internal organs, we can only wait until we return to the mountain gate to take care of ourselves."

"Forget it, I'll pay my senior brother a favor after I return to the sect." Elder Feng took the jade box.

The five elders turned into a ball of light and flew out of the ancient palace, heading towards the third ancient palace.

Elder Feng sighed, shook his head, placed the Hunyuan Jade on his right knee, and the jade box on his left knee. He muttered words and began to absorb the innate essence.

However, not long after, his brows suddenly wrinkled, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Elder Li looked towards the back wall of the ancient palace.

A vague figure slowly emerged from the back wall.

"Elder Feng, are you waiting for me?" Luo Chuan narrowed his eyes and smiled, staring at the Hunyuan Jade and spiritual veins in Elder Feng's hands.

"It's you..." Elder Feng's face changed drastically, and despair appeared on his face, but then he thought of something, and his pupils suddenly shrank: "Where is Zi Cizuo? You..."

"I'll send you to see him right now." Luo Chuan smiled and approached.

Elder Feng had no time to think too much, so he opened his mouth and exhaled a burst of mysterious energy, while simultaneously making seals with his hands.

puff! Elder Feng spurted blood from his mouth, and his vitality once again withered to the bottom.

Luo Chuan swayed his body to avoid the mysterious energy, and appeared in front of Elder Feng in the blink of an eye.

Bang!

Luo Chuan hit Elder Feng with a fist wrapped in Dan Gang. His head exploded, his orifices bled, and he fell down.

Zhenying came out of his body and tried to escape, but Luo Chuan flew out with a backhand palm and smashed it into pieces.

"Three miles of spiritual veins, Hunyuan Baoyu... my skills can go a step further. I don't know if they are enough to break through the fourth level of true elixir."

Luo Chuan picked up the Hunyuan Jade and the spiritual veins from Elder Li's arms, walked to the other side of the ancient palace, crossed his legs, and began to absorb the innate source.

In the teleportation temple, the patriarch looked at the scene in the water mirror, stroked his beard, and smiled slightly: "Another one!"

"What a turnaround. The person killed this time was the second-level Huaying." The ancestor of the Flying Snow Sect said calmly.

"I don't know what happened to that Zi Xuanhui." The ancestor of Wuliang Dongfu's eyes changed unpredictably, and he secretly exchanged a look with the ancestor of Feixue Sect.

"Who knows." The patriarch said proudly: "But looking at this situation, there is a high probability... Hehe. I don't know how Luo Chuan did it."

"But in this second level, he fell out of the top twenty." The ancestor of Wuliang Cave Mansion said.

"The top twenty?" The patriarch said in a high tone: "The twenty-third place, isn't it bad! Don't even look at who the top thirty people are! On this stretch of the road, the strongest spiritual sword in the history of your Wuliang Cave Palace The Patriarch is only twenty-fifth, ranking lower than Luo Chuan."

The ancestor of Wuliang Cave Mansion blushed and moved his mouth, but did not say anything in the end.

"When the fifteen days are over, I will personally pick him up." The patriarch said leisurely: "By then, he may have passed the sixth level and completed the trial of the Six-Part Daozang. The title of the Six-Part Daozang, Luo Chuan must be disdainful."

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(It’s rare to have two festivals at the same time, so I’d better add something to strengthen my character. No surprises. I wish everyone a happy holiday and find your own happiness.)