Supreme Immortal Demon

Seeing the plain, the Yuanjiang monster trembled slightly with its back to the crowd, as if it was very surprised.

Without thinking, it used all four limbs to run towards the plain!

Behind it, strong auras rose and fell one after another. They were the real strong men of the twelve ancient divisions. Finally, they stopped hiding and either took action personally or released magic weapons to chase the Yuanjiang monster.

No matter how fast the Yuanjiang monster ran and how perfect its body skills were, it was gradually exhausted under the pursuit of so many strong masters. It was repeatedly hit, screamed, vomited blood from time to time, and was in a mess.

Fortunately, it was getting closer and closer to the plain.

The Yuanjiang monster had blood all over its face, and its eyes were full of madness. It stared at the plain in the distance.

Seeing the Yuanjiang monster running towards the fault plain, the monks of the twelve ancient divisions showed a proud look one by one.

"Luo Chuan, that should be the death plain that Zi Yan mentioned before." Su Yuchen reminded behind Luo Chuan.

"Yes, that's the real backhand killer move of the Twelve Divisions of the Past." Luo Chuan flew in the wind, observing the movements of the Yuanjiang monster while being alert to the ancient people not far away.

The pain of the needle in his mind gradually disappeared, replaced by a new transformation experience.

Under the Tianmen, above the sea of ​​thoughts, the little saint with two dark light wheels floating behind his head finally floated out of the sea, opened his arms, and yawned.

After a long wait, the recovery of the Tianmen Xuanshen finally entered the final step.

The way of the world is inseparable from the four words "destruction and then establishment".

Every time Luo Chuan exhausted the Tianmen Xuanshen, after a period of recuperation, the Tianmen Xuanshen that was restored again would exceed the previous one. The most obvious place. That is, the range of the Tianmen Fa Nian has expanded and the penetration is stronger.

At this moment, the Yuanjiang monster has escaped into the fault plain.

"Closing the net!" A majestic shout came from the Twelve Divisions of the Past.

Seventy-seven forty-nine immortal monks wearing high crowns with sun, moon and stars and Feng Shui crane feather robes rose from all directions of the fault. They pinched seals with their hands, shouted words, and cast spells on the plain!

Whoosh!

A gust of wind swept into the plain, carrying thick water vapor!

Feng Shui entered the plain, and at the same time attracted the Feng Shui of the plain itself, and the two Feng Shui exchanges and changes. Combined with geomancy, it gradually changed the pattern of heaven and earth in the fault plain.

The sky in the plain suddenly changed color, thick ink like blood.

Under the red and black sky, there were groups of blood-red evil clouds, emitting evil winds. Enveloping the entire plain.

The mountains at the end of the plain, under the guidance of the Feng Shui, seemed to have grown two feet, standing up in unison, approaching the center of the plain, blocking the retreat of the Yuanjiang monster.

The rivers on both sides of the plain were also blown by the Feng Shui. It raised huge waves of tens of thousands of feet, forming two curtains. On the curtains, runes of the sun, moon and stars were engraved, revealing a strong murderous intent, blocking the way of the Yuanjiang monster to both sides.

The Yuanjiang monster, covered in blood, had just entered the plain. Before it had time to be happy for too long, it was shocked by the scene in front of it, and its whole body was tense. It was stunned.

It was not a fool, and naturally knew that it had fallen into someone else's trap again.

The mountain formation in front was indestructible, and the river formations on both sides were unfathomable, both revealing mysterious morality. They were all the existences it feared the most.

Without thinking, it turned its head quickly, and just as it was about to leave the plain, it saw a series of human figures flying in from the fault of the plain, and instantly sealed the entrance to the fault of the plain.

Eighty percent of the cultivators of the twelve ancient divisions, and the other twenty percent were cultivators from the Tiannan region at home and abroad, a total of more than two thousand people, with cultivation levels starting from the third level of Nascent Soul, and there were also many cultivators at the third and fourth levels of Return to Void.

A strong aura rose from the fault of the plain, turning into wind dragons, clouds and tigers, connecting with the Feng Shui of the plain.

Almost every cultivator looked at the Yuanjiang monster with a playful, contemptuous and indifferent look.

No matter how powerful and talented it is, it is just a monster that does not understand etiquette and the ways of the world. It has been hunted for so many years and has almost never resisted. It always just ran away with blood all over its body and panic on its face.

Such a monster, no matter how powerful it is, is not to be feared.

"This is the Plain of Death. You should know what death means. I have always known that you can actually understand what we say."

A monk wearing a simple Taoist robe and an old crown rose from one of the twelve ancient tribes, suspended in the air, staring coldly at the Yuanjiang monster: "As long as you are willing to go back with us and try again, no matter success or failure, we will let you go and never bother you again."

In the middle of the empty plain, the Yuanjiang monster hunched over, with long white hair covering his cheeks, his chest heaving, and panting without speaking.

Laughter came from another of the twelve tribes. The one who laughed was an old monk wearing mysterious golden armor.

"Hahaha, Li Wanghou, why are you still using such an old routine? It was caught last time because it believed what you said... It is a monster, but even if it is a monster, it still has some intelligence. I'm afraid it won't believe it this time."

"You two have caught this monster before. Why don't you give the opportunity to our Yuan Department this time."

"Mr. Kong, you are really a joker. Although our twelve departments are of the same blood, I'm afraid we still have to compete fairly for the ownership of this Yuanjiang monster."

In the Death Plain, the leaders of the twelve departments competed for the ownership of the Origin River monster.

This time, the twelve tribes of the past dynasties almost came out in full force, and each tribe sent out hundreds of powerful monks to firmly suppress the monks from the Tiannan region and abroad.

In the center of the plain, the body of the Yuanjiang monster began to tremble. When it heard the twelve tribe leaders discussing the ownership, its body trembled even more violently, and it faintly heard low weeping and whimpering.

Obviously, in the experience of being captured in the past, it had endured too much pain and torture, so that when it thought of this incident, it could no longer control the fear in its heart.

The monster's whimpering and weeping drifted with the wind, echoing up and down the plain, faint and sad. Unless you are a heartless person, you will never have the heart to do it.

However, nine out of nine of the monks who came to capture it this time are heartless people.

For them, bullying a monster that is almost unreliable to tears is a matter of great pride and worth bragging about in the future.

In the sound of the wind, Luo Chuan and his six people quietly climbed onto the fault of the plain.

Among the more than 2,000 powerful cultivators, Luochuan's small force was not considered a big force. A random person from the ancient times could wipe them all out in their current state.

Fortunately, there was the White Bone Demon Pig. With its extremely high level of invisibility, the group of six people did not reveal themselves and quietly moved to the front of more than 2,000 cultivators.

"I'm afraid the strongest cultivators in the Tiannan region are all gathered here." Zhou Buchen whispered.

In addition to the mysterious and powerful "Qingchuan natives" Qiangu twelve tribes, the overseas side, the four Dao Shaojuns were all present, and many of the four islands Guixu ancestors also came. On the Central Earth side, Zhuo Huangsun, Sima Wuji and other young generation leaders also came together. In addition, the Second Saint Lord, who had been away for many days, also came. They were accompanied by a dozen old men in gray Taoist robes and occupied a corner in the northwest of the plain.

The ten or so old men in gray Taoist robes of the Second Saint Family, although they were very old, their vitality was amazingly rich, and their breath was vigorous, like huge pillars of fire soaring to the sky. In addition, they all have a vast and ancient aura, which is not inferior to the Twelve Divisions of the Past. Even the leader of the Twelve Divisions of the Past, looking at the gray-robed old man of the Second Saint Family, showed a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

"Luo Chuan, looking at the situation, if you want to hunt the Yuanjiang monster, you must snatch it from the Twelve Divisions of the Past... It's very difficult!" Ning Tianxing sent a secret message.

"Fortunately, the Twelve Divisions of the Past have conflicts with each other. In order to compete for the ownership of the Yuanjiang monster, no one is willing to back down." Su Yuchen stepped forward and whispered to Luo Chuan: "Although the Yuanjiang monster is there, no one dares to step forward to compete. No matter who dares to step forward first, they will become the target of public criticism and be besieged by everyone. Luo Chuan, be patient and act according to the situation."

Luo Chuan nodded, without speaking, closed his eyes and opened them, and a wonderful aura centered on him, gently swaying in all directions.

After dozens of days of waiting, his Tianmen Xuanshen finally recovered completely!

Not only that, his Tianmen Fa Nian has expanded its range by another 100 miles, and it is even sharper, like a sword that can penetrate any hole.

Soon, Luo Chuan's Tianmen Fa Nian traveled to all directions of the plain.

This plain was originally a Feng Shui land extending from the thirteenth treasure place, and it itself contains a very strong Feng Shui momentum. Under the control of the Feng Shui monks of the Twelve Departments of the Past, this plain is a death array.

After some consultation, the Twelve Departments of the Past decided to stun the Yuanjiang monster first and bring it back to the third realm.

Seventy-seven forty-nine Feng Shui monks rose into the air, holding the seals with their hands, chanting something, controlling the Feng Shui momentum, and turning into boundless waves to suppress the Yuanjiang monster.

The Yuanjiang monster was seriously injured and was struggling to support itself with its tyrannical life energy! But no matter how powerful and weird it is, it is only a life in the Nine Heavens Realm, and there will always be times of scarcity and fatigue.

Under the heavy pressure of Feng Shui, the Yuanjiang monster was on the verge of collapse, trembling more and more violently, with crackling sounds all over its body.

It didn't want to lie down, let alone faint, and struggled to hold on.

Luo Chuan released the Tianmen Dharma, rushing towards the Yuanjiang monster. Zhou Buchen, Su Yuchen, Ning Tianxing, Xiaoqing Fairy, Qin Mo Patriarch, including the White Bone Demon Pig, were also waiting quietly, ready to attack at any time.

The mountains were windy, and the river water became a curtain.

Luo Chuan's Tianmen Dharma turned into pervasive water, quickly pouring over half of the plain, covering the Yuanjiang monster.

Under the dense white hair like a straw raincoat, Luo Chuan saw a familiar face.

Bronze skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, five or six years older than the giggling child hundreds of thousands of years ago... Other than that, it was exactly the same person.

Luo Chuan was stunned, his face gradually turned pale, and the whole person couldn't stop shaking.