Supreme Immortal Demon

In front of the Imperial Dao Palace, the Guixu ancestors all fell silent at the same time.

The ancestor of Fengling Dao's side flickered in his eyes, showing surprise, surprise, and a hint of vague expectation.

"Little Feng! Do you really know the people of Youyou?" an ancestor stared at Feng Ling and said.

"Is it possible that the Youyou Messenger is more than just a legend? Does he really exist?"

"Little Feng! Don't hide it at this time! Why don't you come here quickly!"

While talking, the remaining six ancestors exchanged glances and all retreated in front of Fenglingdao, showing vigilance to prevent Ying Wujun from making a sneak attack.

Feng Lingdao opened his eyes weakly and said with a wry smile: "The junior did not deceive the seniors. The junior did get to know a Youyou person, and also witnessed with his own eyes how he obtained an adventure and became a Youyou messenger."

"Feng Xiaozi never tells lies in his life. If he says there is something, then there is something!" An ancestor's eyes showed a look of hope: "The legendary messenger of Youyou, monitors Yin and Yang, takes away the life span, and descends to the Nine Netherworlds. Upload to Jiuxiao... Mr. Feng, please hurry up and invite the Youyou Messenger to come to my court!"

"Young Messenger can summon back the souls of the dead within seven days! Your Majesty only died two days ago and was dissatisfied."

"Young man Feng, what are you still hesitating about? As long as His Majesty wakes up and activates his blood vessels, the Galaxy Treasure Map will be conquered automatically. If you win without Jun Ke, you will steal the chicken but lose the rice!"

The ancestors of the Changsheng Palace were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, talking to each other around Fenglingdao. If he hadn't seen Fenglingdao seriously injured, he would have dragged Fenglingdao up and thrown him wildly.

On the other side of the sea in the guarding palace, the ancestor of Winning Wujun's side has regained his composure. Looking towards Feng Lingdao, his eyes showed amusement.

"A person from Youyou? Even if the messenger from Youyou really exists, how can a mere Huaying Realm monk from Fengling Dao have the chance to make friends with a person from Youyou?"

"Haha, Youyou people are just legends in the spiritual world. I don't know if they exist. Fengling Tao never tells lies in his life. He doesn't want to break the precepts before his death. It would be an interesting thing to spread the word."

"The so-called Youyou people are just their last life-saving straw. Friends Huang Dao, there is no need to expose them."

Listening to his ancestors snickering, Ying Wujun smiled faintly: "Seniors have said it well. If there really is a Youyou, how could he stay in the Wind Spirit Dao until now."

Ying Wujun raised his head and looked at Fenglingdao. Hehe smiled and said: "Fellow Daoist Feng, you have tried your best. You and I have been fighting for many years, and we have finally decided the winner. I can't help but feel sympathy for you. Don't worry. I will wait until I establish a new dynasty. On the imperial sword I forged. First. What is engraved on it will be your Feng Lingdao name."

The waves of the sea in the palace guarded the palace, and there was a roaring sound.

Two dark clouds came from the sky. It was like the palm of a cattail fan closing the sunlight, leaving only a sword-like morning ray, which was quickly extinguished by dark clouds.

Under the gloomy sky, Ying Wujun slowly raised his palm: "Feng Lingdao, fellow Feng Daoist, let me take you on your last journey."

Across from the sea guarding the palace, a man in white robes and white hair opened his mouth and spit out something.

As soon as the object appeared, a gust of wind suddenly blew between the sky and the earth. The wind was so strong that it lifted up the dark clouds in the sky, and the morning light appeared faintly, dazzling people's eyes.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

A moment later, the ancestors of the Feng Ling Dao side showed great joy, and the hearts of the ancestors of the winning Wujun side quickened.

What was spat out by Feng Lingdao was a copper coin.

That copper coin was different from the currency of any country in the Tiannan Region, and it was not a Yin coin. It was dark in color, with ancient seal characters engraved on the front and a strange pattern on the back.

"Life-killing copper coins...Brother Luo, that year in the Immortal Burial Abyss, you once said that if you left three copper coins in Tiannan, you could save someone's life. They can all be taken back. The best one is naturally given to your son, and the one left to me can see you again...

"Although Feng is ashamed of Brother Luo, only Brother Luo can solve the current calamity."

"Jiujiu is just like the law, envoy of Youyou, please show up quickly!"

Feng Lingdao muttered words, used up his last mana to hit the copper coin, flicked his wrist, and the copper coin flew to the middle of the sea of ​​the garrison. There, there was floating a picture of a boy with a collapsed face and a face as pale as paper, the last emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, lying upright.

Ying Wujun sat quietly in the flying boat, smiling and thinking.

The Guixu Ancestors behind him did not dare to be careless. This game was at the end, and they were only one step away from victory. They would never allow any accidents to happen.

Swish, swish... The seven Guixu ancestors took action one after another, and magic hands appeared in mid-air to block the copper coins.

But the copper coin was filled with a strange evil force. Driven by the magic power of Feng Lingdao, it appeared on the surface of the copper coin, turned into black sword energy, broke through the big hands, and flew towards the little Emperor Zhou.

It was only then that everyone realized that Fenglingdao was reluctant to take out the copper coins, not because he wanted to hold off until the end, but because he had been recovering his energy, accumulating mana, waiting for a good opportunity, and waiting for the thunderous counterattack at the last moment!

The Changsheng Palace party looked at Feng Lingdao without any resentment, and their eyes were filled with admiration.

The mysterious copper coin broke through the obstruction of the ancestors of Guixu, flew to the sky above the sea in the palace, fell quickly, and landed between the eyebrows of the little Emperor Zhou with a "snap".

"Success!"

"The palace master is mighty!"

Everyone in the Changsheng Palace cheered, and Prime Minister Qin, General Fu, and Ancestor Guixu could not restrain their excitement and became moved.

On the other hand, on the side of Ying Wujun, the Xianchen monks looked panicked, and the seven Guixu ancestors had gloomy faces. They subconsciously looked at Ying Wujun, and saw behind the Feizhou curtain beads, a burly man who had put on a nine-dragon purple robe and still had his mouth raised. He was sitting there without any nervousness or worry.

"As ordered by the law, the Youyou Envoy, please show up!" Feng Lingdao shouted.

The copper coin trembled between the eyebrows of the little Zhou emperor.

"As ordered by the law, the Youyou Envoy, please show up!" Feng Lingdao shouted again.

The copper coin trembled faster, but there was no other reaction.

In front of the Emperor's Palace, on both sides of the sea of ​​guards, everyone's heart was hanging tightly, except for Ying Wujun who was smiling.

Feng Lingdao frowned slightly, confusion flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth: "As ordered by the law. The Youyou Envoy, please show up!"

With this shout, Feng Lingdao used the sound attack technique.

A circle of black abyss floated from his body, and the sound attack energy turned into black lines, rushing towards the copper coin between the eyebrows of the little Zhou emperor.

The copper coin shook violently, and it actually shattered a piece of void above the head of the little Zhou emperor.

Snap!

The copper coin shattered and broke into pieces, and the black air sank into the void and dissipated.

On the Sea of ​​Guardian Palace, there was no one else except the corpses of Emperor Xiao Zhou and a group of monks.

Feng Lingdao's body shook. There was disbelief on his face. He smiled bitterly, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

After a short silence, there was a burst of laughter on the other side of the Sea of ​​Guardian Palace. The immortal ministers and monks on Ying Wujun's side. Including the ancestors, they all laughed out loud. Their faces were full of ridicule.

"Hahaha... what a bullshit netherworld person! And he said it with nose and eyes!"

"Feng Lingdao! Why don't you resurrect Emperor Xiao Zhou!"

"It turns out that you are just trying to scare us."

On the other hand, on the side of Changsheng Palace, everyone looked pale and lifeless. When the last hope was lost, what was left was overwhelming despair.

"Feng Lingdao. Do you know where your biggest flaw is?" Ying Wujun smiled and looked at Feng Lingdao.

"You are a Youyou man, you are so good at making up such a story."

"It's a pity that there is a loophole in your story that you can never explain."

"You said that the Youyou envoy's surname is Luo, and he is Luo Chuan's father. The Youyou envoy who monitors yin and yang, seizes the life span, descends to the nine underworld, and ascends to the nine heavens, why didn't he save his son?"

"Hahaha, such a big loophole, there are still people who believe it." Ying Wujun sneered: "Just like the Luo Chuan before, who actually said that there is a third Tianmen cultivator in the Tiannan region. The two of you lie with a lot of loopholes, and you are very similar to uncle and nephew in this respect."

Feng Lingdao closed his eyes and sighed softly in his heart.

The loophole that Ying Wujun mentioned is exactly his biggest confusion. He has never understood why Luo Shisan didn't save his son.

In the Burial Immortal Abyss that year, the secular man who appeared as a traveling merchant, his skills were so low that they could be almost ignored, but he broke the deadlock with a lot of ghost ideas and amazing luck, and finally became the biggest winner of the Burial Immortal Abyss.

That year, that person, that adventure, did they really exist... or was it just my fantasy?

Feng Lingdao was seriously injured, his vitality was greatly damaged, his consciousness was scattered, his state of mind was shaky, and he began to doubt his past experiences.

"Let's end it." Behind the beaded curtain of the flying boat, the burly and majestic man raised his wine cup and toasted the white-robed man across the sea of ​​the guard palace, saying regretfully: "Your last move, a trick, is inevitably inferior. I am a little disappointed."

As the order was issued, the immortal ministers and monks of Ying Wujun's side flew into the sky and attacked the monks of Changsheng Palace.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the Changsheng Palace side began to retreat under the leadership of several Guixu ancestors.

"Want to run?" Ying Wujun raised his lips, shook his wrist, and muttered: "Six stars are like laws, the mother map of the galaxy, collect it for me!"

In the air, the galaxy treasure map hidden in the void appeared, the starlight flowed, the purple light was brilliant, covering the fleeing Changsheng Palace monks.

The Guixu ancestor of Ying Wujun's side intercepted the Changsheng Palace ancestor's way early, and forced them into the range of the radiant light of the galaxy treasure map.

"Hahaha... In the past, Zhou Taizu collected sixteen Guixu ancestors with a galaxy treasure map, shocking Tiannan. Today, I am not inferior to Zhou Taizu in the battle to establish the dynasty!"

Ying Wujun looked at the galaxy treasure map in the air with high spirits, his mind was full of imagination, and he had begun to look forward to the Ying Dynasty in the near future.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened to him.

The galaxy treasure map suddenly shook and got out of his control!

In mid-air, the monk of Changsheng Palace who was about to be collected in the Galaxy Treasure Map also broke free from the power of the treasure and fell from the sky.

Ying Wujun was shocked, and the smile on his face froze.

In his field of vision, a person who should not have appeared appeared.

The man stepped on the light of six stars, carrying a large purple gourd on his back, flew out of the Galaxy Treasure Map, with long hair flying and purple pupils, looking very much like the legendary Great Zhou Taizu who fell from the sky.

"That is... Master Luo Chuan Luo!"

"Impossible, how can he still be alive?"

"Could it be... that the Youyou Messenger really exists?"

"Master Luo is the son of Youyou."

The exclamations of the people around him came into his ears, and Ying Wujun's face changed drastically, with incredible eyes.

He forced himself to calm down, but subconsciously shrank back to the flying boat, nervously scanning the left and right. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!