Supreme Immortal Demon

Luo Chuan walked forward and gently pulled Ziyun: "Xiaoyun, what happened in these years?"

Ziyun trembled, and finally did not dodge.

The strong wind on the plain blew his snow-white long hair and turned it to the sides. A boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, but he had a lush and dense white hair, almost covering his entire body. From a distance, he looked like a monster savage.

"I..." Ziyun opened his mouth and wanted to explain everything.

But he seemed to have not spoken to anyone for a long time, or he simply couldn't explain it all. His mouth opened but his tongue was tied, and he gestured with his hands, and didn't say a word for a long time.

Ziyun was extremely anxious, with an awkward expression and a twisted demeanor. He subconsciously looked at the people around him, only to see Zhou Buchen smile kindly, Ning Tianxing showed encouragement, and Su Yuchen smiled lightly without any surprise... Seeing this, Ziyun's embarrassment was slightly relieved.

"It's okay. If you can't say it, don't say it again."

Luo Chuan took Ziyun into his arms and patted his back gently.

"... Why... did I... come here... Luo Chuan..." Ziyun lay in Luo Chuan's arms, the panic in his eyes gradually dissipated, his clenched fists loosened slightly, and he murmured in a low voice.

"I will help you find the answer. I will. But before that... Hum."

Luo Chuan turned around and looked at the twelve ancient tribes on the other side of the plain, without hiding the murderous intent in his eyes.

"Zhou Buchen, Ning Tianxing, do you dare to play a big game with me?" Luo Chuan suddenly laughed, and the laughter was so loud that everyone present could hear the fierce anger mixed in his laughter.

"Luo Chuan, you are really talking too much today. When did you call me to fight and I didn't come?" Zhou Buchen glared at Luo Chuan, holding an empty scabbard, and walked to Luo Chuan's side.

"Although I don't want to admit it, I have to admit that fighting with you is indeed a very pleasant thing." Ning Tianxing smiled faintly and appeared on Luo Chuan's right.

From the side of the Twelve Divisions of the Past, there were bursts of sneers and sneering laughter. On those simple and vicissitudes of life faces, there were expressions of playfulness, contempt, disdain, etc.

The Feng Shui in the plain. Under the control of the monks of the Twelve Divisions of the Past. The battle turned straight down, carrying a thousand pounds of force, and washed towards Luo Chuan and the other two.

The mountains and rivers shook, and the plains were torn into gaps. The whole world seemed to be collapsing!

The Death Plain. It was originally a magic array arranged by the Twelve Divisions of the Past.

This Feng Shui momentum. It was the Twelve Divisions of the Past to show their power to Luo Chuan and the other two.

Boom!

The Feng Shui momentum stopped a hundred feet above the heads of Luo Chuan and the other two.

Three huge mountain-like Qi body shields appeared above the heads of the three people, wrapping them up. Blocking the Feng Shui momentum!

Three life Qi shields, each with different colors.

Luo Chuan's purple, Zhou Buchen's white, Ning Tianxing's black.

These three colors represent three different artistic conceptions! The height of a hundred feet showed the strength of the three people's vitality!

What really surprised everyone was that the three people's vitality protection magic shield had obviously not reached the highest peak, and it was hidden and unreleased. It was hard to imagine how strong their vitality was.

"Feng Shui power?"

Zhou Buchen sneered disdainfully, and shook the scabbard in his hand. The world suddenly changed. The wind dragon and water tiger spread from the other side of the plain, and turned into a powerful sky sword in a blink of an eye, like the lonely yin in the moon and the yang in the yang, wrapped in two completely different artistic conceptions, falling from the sky, slashing towards the Feng Shui power!

Zhou Buchen's sword was originally comprehended from the Feng Shui power.

The yin and yang of heaven and earth, the wind dragon and water tiger, the transformation, all in one sword!

Buzz!

In the astonished eyes of the surrounding monks, Zhou Buchen swung the empty scabbard, and the sword was extremely exquisite, breaking the Feng Shui power above his head!

On the side of the Twelve Divisions of the Past, the bodies of the seventy-seventy-nine Feng Shui cultivators shook, and they looked at their hands in surprise. They could not imagine how their Feng Shui killing array was broken.

Zhou Buchen's sword amazed the whole audience.

Ning Tianxing was not to be outdone. A stream of dark gray auras leaped out from the soles of his feet, drawing thousands of arcs, wrapping him up, and then gathered into a dark and dark long sword.

It was still the Yinhuang Divine Sword, but this Yinhuang Divine Sword was very different from the previous Yinhuang Divine Sword, full of an incomparably pure breath of the origin of the earth.

"The earth is the mother of all things in the world."

"The earth is Kun, and it carries all things."

"Emperor, the earth... cut!"

Ning Tianxing shouted, raised his hand and fell with his sword, and slashed at the numerous mountain arrays and river curtains on the Death Plain!

The mountain arrays and curtains were the killing arrays set up by the Twelve Divisions of the Past on the Death Plain. It was they that blocked Ziyun's escape. Ziyun's life force and body are both very strong, and he is more skilled in skills, but this mountain formation and river curtain both contain true Taoism, and need to rely on the corresponding Taoism to break it.

Ning Tianxing's life force and body level, including skills, are inferior to Ziyun, but he is better in understanding the Yinhuang Didao.

With this knife, he directly found the most dangerous point in the Death Plain. The knife broke through all the methods and cut off the mountain formation and the river curtain with one knife.

Boom!

A crack appeared in the center of the mountain formation, and in a blink of an eye, it retreated and collapsed to both sides.

The river curtain was also opened by a knife, like a door curtain. Ning Tianxing's knife force, wrapped up the Yinhuang Didao, drove straight into the river curtain! Wrinkles appeared on the river curtain, and in a blink of an eye, they turned into cracks and collapsed in an instant.

Ning Tianxing took a long breath, and his energy was like a mysterious pillar. He ran straight to the end of the plain and then put away his knife.

Almost at the same time when Ning Tianxing put away his sword, the mountain array and the river curtain exploded from it, scattered into countless fragments, and blew away in all directions!

Zhou Buchen's sword and Ning Tianxing's sword shattered most of the layout of the Twelve Ancient Sects on the Death Plain.

The surrounding monks all showed horror, from Zhuo Huangsun to the Four Dao Shaojun, and then to the Second Saint Lord, there was a trace of disbelief in their eyes.

They all knew the abilities of Zhou Buchen and Ning Tianxing. With their talents, potential and strength, they could be ranked in the top five in Tiannan Zhongtu, or even higher.

But that was all. Compared with the Four Dao Shaojun, the two still had a big gap, not to mention the mysterious and unattainable Second Saint Lord.

However, the strength displayed by Zhou Buchen and Ning Tianxing at the moment shocked the Four Dao Shaojun and even the Second Saint Lord.

Regardless of the two's body protection energy magic shield, the amazing morality displayed by the two with one sword and one sword was enough to make them proud at home and abroad.

Zhuo Huangsun and Sidao Shaojun, to be fair, if they want to break the formation, it may be possible, but it will never be so easy.

I haven't seen Zhou Buchen and Ning Tianxing for several years. I don't want to see them again today. Both of them have taken a crucial step on the road to the Tao, and are one step ahead of their peers.

Behind Luo Chuan, Ziyun stuck his head out, grabbed Luo Chuan's sleeve, looked at Zhou Buchen and Ning Tianxing in the air, surprised and happy, couldn't help but pull Luo Chuan's sleeve: "Luo Chuan! Your friends... they are so powerful!"

Luo Chuan looked at Ziyun, and saw that Ziyun's eyes were full of sincerity and happiness from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help but sighed. Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, but Ziyun still retains his former kindness and simplicity. The passage of time has not changed his face, and even his heart has not changed at all... What happened in this?

"Xiaoyun, from today on, they are also your friends. One day, you will be as powerful as them." Luo Chuan touched Ziyun's head.

"Really... Can I be as good as them... But I can't even break this period..." Ziyun murmured in a low voice, his eyes slightly dim.

Looking at Ziyun, Luo Chuan shook his head secretly.

Ziyun's talent and potential are much stronger than Zhou Buchen and Ning Tianxing at present, but if they really fight on the ring, Zhou Buchen and Ning Tianxing will definitely win. In addition to Zhou Buchen and Ning Tianxing having their own moral principles, they also have a strong heart that strives for progress.

Ziyun, where is the heart of the Tao that you trained in the Chaos Star Sea and Tiandao Peak now... Why did it become like this?

Luo Chuan was thinking, and Zhou Buchen's laughter rang beside his ears.

"What is the hidden person of the ages? Isn't he just a poor guy who unfortunately fell into the long river of time in the Tiannan region of the Southern Wilderness tens of thousands of years ago and traveled to the present? What's so great about it? Why are you pretending here?"

"In the Tiannan region of the Southern Wilderness, there were many powerful immortals! What were you then?"

"Just a group of stray dogs, what's there to be proud of?"

"You are doing these things in Qingchuan, pretending to be gods all day long, isn't it just to occupy the resources of the Tiannan region today?"

Every time Zhou Buchen said a word, the face of the ancient person became uglier, and the cultivators from overseas and the Middle Earth looked solemn.

The twelve ancient tribes never thought that Zhou Buchen actually knew their details. And the overseas and the Middle Earth sides also heard the origin of the ancient person for the first time in a real sense.

Without the cover of the magic circle, the strong wind blew in from the outside of the fault and blew across the death plain. Except for the whispering and whistling of the wind, it was a deathly silence.

"The Man of the Ages... The cultivators of your era can actually come up with such a title. It's not easy for you to have such talent."

A majestic and deep sneer sounded from the twelve tribes of the Ages.

The camp of the Man of the Ages is divided into twelve square formations. Each square formation has a Taoist flag with an octagonal flag and the name of each tribe written on it.

The man who laughed, the tribe name of his tribe was inscribed with an ancient seal character "Qian" in a flamboyant style. It was the Qian tribe with the oldest origin among the twelve tribes.

A cloud seat rose from the Qian tribe, and on the cloud seat stood a powerful cultivator covered in golden light and shadow. It was he who cast the giant boat and forced Ziyun into the death plain.

On his cloud seat, a female Taoist lay, who was the female Taoist Ziyan who had reminded Ziyun before.

"She must have told you the secrets of our twelve divisions. This bitch has let the monsters of Yuanjiang go again and again. We can't let her go!"

As soon as the words fell, the monk pinched a ball of golden Dharma Flower in his hand, and instantly gathered it into a giant magic ball above his head, aiming at Ziyan.

Behind Luo Chuan, Ziyun's body trembled, with a look of fear on his face: "No... Don't kill her!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!