Supreme Immortal Demon

Through the water mirror, Luo Chuan stood outside the Tiannan Domain for the first time, overlooking the world where he was born and raised.

Compared with the holy Buddha Domain with brilliant Buddha light, the Tiannan Domain seemed simple, dark and insignificant.

But hundreds of thousands of years ago, this was one of the most powerful domains in the Great Thousand Domains.

"Hulu, jump back to the Star River Mother Map." Luo Chuan ordered.

As soon as the voice fell, the two water mirrors in front of him disappeared at the same time, and the sky in the Hulu Palace became gloomy, and the clouds and mist were dim, just like before the rain.

From the green mountain pillar, a snow-white figure floated down.

Luo Chuan looked up, his eyes passed Su Yuchen, and fell on the Yunxiao Tianchi on the top of the mountain pillar. The source of the Tianchi was reduced by half compared to before.

In the blink of an eye, Su Yuchen was close.

Compared with when she just awakened the Extreme Cold Dragon Crystal Holy Blood, Su Yuchen's aura was obviously more than one level higher. It was obvious that after being tempered by the turbulent flow in the void and nourished by the Tianchi Star Water, her Extreme Cold Dragon Crystal Holy Blood had been raised to a higher level.

"Friend Su, let's go." Luo Chuan grabbed Su Yuchen's hand.

Su Yuchen did not resist, and looked at Luo Chuan's right shoulder, thinking.

Once the Extreme Cold Dragon Crystal Holy Blood was awakened, Su Yuchen already had the potential to become a true superior of the Xiantian lineage, and vaguely sensed the terrifying aura on Luo Chuan's shoulder.

Although that aura was still in its infancy, its quality stage was frighteningly high. It belonged to the Xiantian lineage and was not inferior to the nine-headed purple snake ancestor emperor who had disappeared among the Xiantian ancient snakes, and even faintly restrained it.

An emperor-level existence in the Xiantian lineage... How could it willingly submit to Luo Chuan? Luo Chuan, my ally. How many secrets does he still hide?

Su Yuchen raised his head and looked at the young cultivator beside him.

In the past, when he was in Tianqijing, Su Yuchen had also watched from afar. At that time, Luo Chuan was still a young monk who had just started out. Although he became famous overnight in Tiannan Region, in Su Yuchen's eyes, he was just a slightly different one among the thousands of mediocre monks in this mediocre domain.

In the files on the twelfth floor, Luo Chuan was written on a piece of paper, just a name.

Less than two years later, the two met again. That ordinary name had jumped out of the files on the twelfth floor. When Su Yuchen came to her senses, she found that the former young master had already surpassed any genius in this domain, and even walked ahead of her, walking faster and faster. So fast that she felt flustered.

Staring at Luo Chuan's profile. Su Yuchen lost consciousness for the first time since her reincarnation. She didn't notice that she didn't feel sick when Luo Chuan grabbed her hand.

In Du Yu Hulu Palace, the sky and the earth spun, and everything was silent. The light dimmed, and the world became dark.

A moment later, the light of the stars shone down, and Luo Chuan and Su Yuchen had returned to the treasure map world with six stars.

The Galaxy Treasure Map was originally just two pieces of cloth for wrapping babies, with the mother map on the front and the child map on the back. It was placed in front of the South China Sea Immortal Gourd and could not be called a treasure at all.

When Luo Chuan and Su Yuchen returned to the Galaxy Treasure Map, no one was startled. Even the little green snake was lazily lying between the stars, with its upper body transformed into a human form, its snake tail twisting left and right, squinting at the six stars, wondering what it was thinking.

Luo Chuan put away the South China Sea Immortal Gourd and coughed softly.

In the galaxy, Xiaoqing turned her head and looked at Luo Chuan and Su Yuchen. Her eyes fell on the hands held by the two people at the first time, and her eyes were slightly condensed.

"Sister, you are back." Xiaoqing swam towards the two people. Halfway through, her snake tail gradually changed into a pair of snow-white and smooth long legs. She walked to Luo Chuan's side and smiled.

"Xiaoqing. Isn't there a Taoist robe in your storage ring?" Su Yuchen frowned, took out a Taoist robe from the ring and threw it to Xiaoqing.

"Xiaoqing forgot." Xiaoqing put on the Taoist robe and smiled sweetly: "Sister, where did you and your brother-in-law go?"

"Who is your brother-in-law! You are disrespectful! There are no outsiders, you can still call me as you should." Su Yuchen said lightly.

"Yes, Princess." Xiaoqing replied crisply.

Luo Chuan looked at Xiaoqing thoughtfully, his eyes deep.

"Su Daoyou, it's time for me to take action." Luo Chuan said.

"Do you need help?" Su Yuchen asked.

"Let's see the situation. After more than a day, I don't know how many people died in front of the Emperor Dao Palace." Luo Chuan opened his hand and slapped the fairy gourd. The gourd exhaled a breath of white air and condensed into a water mirror. The scene in front of the Emperor Dao Palace appeared in the water mirror.

One day and one night passed, and in front of the Emperor Dao Palace, blood flowed like a river and corpses were everywhere.

It was another dawn, and the morning light tore through the heavy clouds and mist and sprinkled into the sea of ​​guarding the palace.

The waters of the Sea of ​​Guardian Palaces have turned red, and from time to time you can see the bodies of monks with holes all over them, floating slowly, like an ant that unfortunately drowned, humble and fragile.

"How long will you resist?"

In front of the flying boat, Ying Wujun sat upright, staring at the remnants of the defeated army on the other side of the Sea of ​​Guardian Palaces, and took another sip of wine.

"Ying Wujun is a traitor who has committed treason and committed treason. He shall not die a good death!" In midair, a Guixu ancestor coughed up blood and drew circles of magic light wheels in his hands to resist the opponent's attack: "Huang Baichong! Three hundred years ago, His Majesty summoned you to the Imperial Palace! He gave you the fourth-grade upper life-definition skills! That's why you are where you are today! You are a powerful Guixu master, but you actually worship Ying Wujun, a monster, as your master! Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning!"

"Haha." The ancestor on Ying Wujun's side raised his mouth corners, his face full of sarcasm: "A man who knows the times is a hero. Ying boy has ambition and talent, and what's more rare is that he also has a destiny that defies heaven. He found the treasure of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the mother map of the galaxy that had disappeared for hundreds of years. Who in the world can compare to him?"

"How dare you!" The old ancestor of the Changsheng Palace coughed up blood and said, "He is a traitor who killed his master and his king. He is hated by both humans and gods! Even if such a person has good luck, it is limited! Why don't you wake up quickly!"

"It is you who should wake up!" The old ancestor of Ying Wujun laughed, "No matter what, the last pure bloodline of Emperor Zhou has died. The luck of the Great Zhou has ended! Even if there are ten Feng Lingdao, it cannot be saved!"

"That's right! If the little Emperor Zhou was still alive! The blood is connected, the Galaxy Treasure Map will naturally recognize the little Emperor Zhou as the master! It's a pity that the little Emperor Zhou has passed away. Do you have the ability to go down to the Nine Netherworlds and let the little Emperor Zhou come back to life? Hahaha..."

The two Guixu old ancestors were suspended in the air. They fought each other with lip guns and neither gave in.

Before, no matter how fiercely Ying Wujun and Feng Lingdao fought openly and secretly, the Guixu old ancestors of the Great Zhou never showed up. But now, the country is about to perish and the dynasty is about to change, which has involved the interests of them and their disciples.

"My ancestors, it's been a day. What's the point of you fighting again, except that more people will die?" Ying Wujun said lazily in the flying boat.

The black-faced door god and the white-faced scholar on the side also showed a smug smile.

The sixteen monkeys who announced the good news scratched their ears and cheeks. They waved their golden sticks and shouted loudly: "Tongtian Immortal Mansion, the national teacher is invincible. Reopen the Immortal Dynasty and preach to all directions!"

Across the sea of ​​​​Guanggong, General Fu, who was covered in blood, spat: "Bah! Wolf ambition!"

"Ying Wujun! As long as we are still alive, we will never let you cause chaos in the Great Zhou!" Prime Minister Qin, supported by Qin Ni, supported his weak body and shouted angrily.

After a bloody battle for a day and a night, the immortal officials and monks on the side of Changsheng Palace suffered heavy casualties, less than one in ten. Only Prime Minister Qin, General Fu and other twenty immortal officials were left. And the white-robed, white-haired man who sat cross-legged in front of everyone and faced Ying Wujun.

"Feng Daoyou. You still don't admit defeat?" Ying Wujun's eyes passed through the sea of ​​palace guards.

A day ago, Feng Lingdao was severely injured by Ying Wujun's palm, and he fought hard all night with his injured body. His vitality was greatly damaged and he didn't even have the strength to cough.

After a while, Feng Lingdao opened his eyes: "Ying Wujun, you haven't won yet."

"I haven't won yet?" Ying Wujun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looking at Feng Lingdao sympathetically: "Do you think that there are still seven Guixu ancestors on your Changsheng Palace side?"

Without waiting for the Changsheng Palace to respond, Ying Wujun's eyes suddenly ignited with ice and fire, and he slapped out without warning.

A nearly thousand-foot-long giant palm of magic power appeared in the air, half ice and half fire, whistling towards the first-level Guixu ancestor who was fighting and coughing up blood.

The ancestor had never expected Ying Wujun to attack, and was caught off guard and hit by a palm.

Yin-Yang handprint, perfect ice sculpture fire pillar!

The ancestor's palm trembled violently, and a ball of ice and fire sprang up in front of and behind him, covering him in an instant, like an ice and fire sculpture. Through the crystal-like ice and fire sculpture, the ancestor's incredible eyes can still be vaguely seen.

This palm, whether in terms of skill, mana, timing, or the grade of the method, has reached the peak level of the Infant Realm in the Southern Region of Tian! Although the ancestor Guixu was already seriously injured and was entangled by the opponent, if Ying Wujun's fighting method was not too powerful, he would not have been able to succeed in one move.

Including Feng Lingdao, everyone opened their eyes wide and watched in disbelief as the ancestor was sealed into an ice sculpture fire pillar, slowly falling from the sky, and was killed by the ancestor of Ying Wujun's side!

Boom!

The ancestor of the Return to Void Realm exploded in the sky, and the waves of magic power collapsed circles of voids, as if ripples and waves spread in all directions.

There was silence in front of the Emperor's Palace.

The ancestors of both sides looked at Ying Wujun one after another, with different expressions.

Before, there were seven ancestors on each side, forming a confrontation situation. Now that Ying Wujun killed one of them, the situation on the field immediately changed drastically.

"Feng Lingdao, what else do you have to say?" Ying Wujun smiled playfully: "I'm just too lazy to take action. It's also a good enjoyment to see you struggling to death. Don't forget that I haven't used the Galaxy Treasure Map yet."

As the voice fell, the faces of the ancestors on the Changsheng Palace side became ugly, and the fighting spirit in their eyes began to decline. And the immortal ministers on the other side of the sea of ​​​​guarding the palace gradually became depressed.

As Ying Wujun said, they can hold on until now because Ying Wujun has not used the Galaxy Treasure Map yet. It was also because Ying Wujun did not use the Galaxy Treasure Map that the Changsheng Palace had hope in their hearts.

In the morning light, the white waves rolled and rustled.

After a long silence, an old ancestor from the Changsheng Palace sighed and looked at Feng Ling and said, "Feng boy, you have tried your best, why not just give up."

As soon as the old ancestor said this, everyone from the Changsheng Palace was dejected. Prime Minister Qin and General Fu couldn't help but sighed with a sad face and dim eyes, as if they had aged a hundred years in an instant.

Only Feng Lingdao was still sitting straight, his eyelids trembling slightly, and then opened: "Ying Wujun, you haven't won yet."

"Do you still have a trump card?" Ying Wujun shrugged, looking helpless: "You will only use it if all your people are dead?"

Ying Wujun's words were heartbreaking, and he didn't forget to sow discord even though he was sure of victory.

On the Changsheng Palace side, many immortal monks were in a state of great frustration, and they looked at Feng Lingdao with a hint of confusion and resentment.

Feng Lingdao smiled bitterly and said to himself, "That backup plan... It's not that I don't want to use it. Although he gave me a token, I watched his son go to his death without stopping him. How could that Youyou person help me?"

When the words "wandering person" reached his ears, Ying Wujun's pupils shrank and his eyes became sharp again. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature. The novels are better and updated faster!