Supreme Immortal Demon

"Stop!"

Luo Chuan didn't expect that the ancient man would kill him immediately. He roared and rolled up a wave of magic power, which turned into a huge magic fist, carrying the momentum and blasting towards the Qianbu monk.

"Momentum?"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the powerful ancient monk. He snorted and attacked at the same time. A vast and distant breath merged into his huge magic fist and blasted towards Luo Chuan's huge magic fist.

Boom!

Luo Chuan's huge magic fist shattered! It turned into flowing smoke in the air and dissipated!

But the huge magic fist of the ancient monk did not dissipate. It still rushed around, crushing a large area of ​​the void, exposing the long river of time, and bombarding Luo Chuan!

The ancient monk of the third level of Guixu is obviously still the leader among the ancient monks. His strength is far stronger than anyone Luo Chuan has encountered in the Tiannan region.

His punch not only easily shattered Luo Chuan's giant fist of magic power, but also exuded an extremely strong ancient morality. When this punch flew across the sky, the scene of the Death Plain suddenly changed.

In the air, a long ink painting appeared.

The ink painting was a thousand steps long, following the giant fist of magic power, like a banner pulled open by the giant fist of magic power. The light and shadow on the banner were flowing, but it was the scene of the Tiannan Continent tens of thousands of years ago. There were prosperous and ancient city countries, lonely travelers riding turtles and cranes, and ancient Taoist sects with three thousand swordsmen... All kinds of people, sects, and immortal dynasties gathered together. Tens of thousands of cultivators flew from the center of the Tiannan Territory to all directions of the Tiannan Territory. Some were participating in trials, some were capturing and killing immortal beasts, and some gathered into teams to fight each other!

As this ink painting unfolded, the entire Death Plain was lingering in a vast and distant atmosphere. The light and shadows in the sky were dim, and the earth was withered and dim. It was as if the whole world had regressed tens of thousands of years ago, entering the ancient era with countless mysterious legends.

Such a punch. The cultivators present had never seen it, let alone thought about it.

They were originally provoked by Zhou Buchen and had a hidden hostility towards the ancient people. After seeing this punch, their restless thoughts were instantly suppressed, and Zhou Buchen and Ning Tianxing's domineering and mysterious sword and knife attacks to break the formation were also dwarfed in comparison with this punch, and their momentum was completely suppressed!

The mana wrapped in tens of thousands of years of historical scrolls did not advance very fast, but when it swept across the Death Plain, everyone felt unable to move, including Luo Chuan!

More than three hundred steps away from this punch, Luo Chuan was locked by the Qi. Unable to move.

At the same time, Luo Chuan's skin, flesh, bones, including the meridians and Dantian, were trembling uncontrollably. In the eyes of the monks, Luo Chuan's body at this time was like a leaf that was shaking and trembling in a storm. It was extremely fragile and thin.

The monks from the overseas and the Central Plains of the Tiannan Region looked at Luo Chuan inexplicably, with changing expressions.

Four words popped up in everyone's mind... the body collapsed.

He couldn't bear it after more than 300 steps. This was not the level of Master Luo. Sure enough, as the rumors said, Luo Chuan's body had already begun to collapse!

Almost all the overseas monks showed excitement and surprise on their faces. At this point, even if he was reluctant, he had to admit that Luo Chuan, a Central Plains monk. His strength has exceeded the highest level of overseas monks. Even the Four Dao Shaojuns may not be able to compete with him!

However, a Master Luo whose body collapsed was far less terrible. At least, his strength would be knocked down six to seven levels.

This Luo Chuan Luo Master. Must have forcibly improved his physical strength through some unorthodox methods, and now he finally couldn't bear it and his true colors were revealed.

Unlike overseas monks, most of the monks in the Middle Earth have a trace of regret in their eyes when they look at Luo Chuan.

Master Luo Chuan is an absolutely extraordinary existence among the younger generation of the Middle Earth. But no matter how powerful he is, he is definitely not the opponent of the ancients in the land of Qingchuan at this moment.

Any ancient monk has such a terrifying power. At present, there are nearly two thousand ancient monks in the plain. Such a terrifying power is even greater than that of Tianhua Palace, enough to sweep half of the Tiannan region.

Master Luo, Zhou Buchen, and Ning Tianxing declared war on the ancients in the Qingchuan, which is tantamount to hitting a rock with an egg! What's more, Master Luo's physical strength has been abolished, and his strength is far less than before!

Is his legend all the way going to end in this Qingchuan?

In the eyes of excitement or regret, the giant fist of the ancient monk drove down and soon blasted thirty steps in front of Luo Chuan!

The white bone demon pig and the Qin Demon Patriarch attacked at the same time!

Qin Mo Patriarch relied on the white bone magic frame to confront the giant magic fist!

The white bone magic pig opened its mouth and spit out a magic wave, which hit the giant magic fist!

Although Qin Mo Patriarch had the skeleton of Miao Yu Tianjun, he was not able to fully control it.

The white bone magic pig was weakened in spiritual wisdom, and its control of skills and morality was far inferior to its predecessor, the white bone emperor.

Boom!

Qin Mo Patriarch and the white bone magic pig worked together, but they could only barely intercept the giant magic fist. The giant fist was flowing, like a dark torrent, flowing around Qin Mo Patriarch and the white bone magic pig, as if it was a phantom.

"With your little ability, you dare to compete with our twelve divisions?"

The leader of the monks of the Qian Department smiled coldly, but also let go of the female Taoist Zi Yan on the cloud seat. He looked at Luo Chuan, with a flash of disdain in his eyes, and then his eyes fell on Zi Yun, who was uneasy behind Luo Chuan.

"If you know what's good for you, hand over the Yuanjiang monster. The secrets it hides are far beyond your imagination. It's not a good thing for you to control it. On the contrary, it's a disaster!"

"Haha, I said so much because I pity you, a descendant from tens of thousands of years later. At such a young age, you have such a high level of cultivation. It's not easy to reach the current level."

"God has the virtue of loving life, and I also have the virtue of helping others. As long as you hand over the monster, I promise that I will never hurt you."

"Otherwise, haha, you have seen my methods. I can easily kill you by myself."

Under the gray sky, the voice of the Qiangu Qianbu monk was like a cold mirror, reflecting the chill into everyone's heart.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Luo Chuan, and they glanced at the Yuanjiang monster behind Luo Chuan from time to time.

Luo Chuan's move today was very reckless, completely subverting his previous image.

Now facing the Twelve Divisions of the Past, even if he has a powerful back-up plan, he has lost the power to turn the tide like before.

And with his temperament, he will never abandon the monster boy behind him.

In the middle of the plain, cold wind blew through Ziyun's white hair.

Although he is honest and kind, he is definitely not a fool. Naturally, he can sense the meaning in the eyes of the surrounding monks.

Ziyun raised his head and looked at Luo Chuan with a strong sense of guilt: "Luo Chuan... I..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Luo Chuan with a smile.

In the long wind, Luo Chuan turned around and looked at Ziyun who looked at a loss, and smiled slightly: "Xiaoyun, I don't know what the Twelve Divisions of the Past have done to you, but it must not be a good thing. Do you want revenge?"

Ziyun was stunned, frowned, and showed confusion and uneasiness in his eyes.

"If you want revenge, I will do it for you now."

"But you must promise me that from now on, if someone scolds you, you must scold them fiercely. If someone hits you, you must hit them back fiercely. If someone bullies you or the people around you, you must stand up for them like me."

Luo Chuan looked at Ziyun.

Ziyun clenched his fists, as if he remembered something, and nodded heavily, but then hesitated and said: "But..."

"Xiaoyun, you don't need to think too much, just answer me, do you want to or not."

"I want to." Ziyun gritted his teeth and said heavily.

"That's enough." Luo Chuan touched Ziyun's head and smiled with relief: "Take revenge today first, as for your strong heart, leave it to find it slowly in the future."

After speaking, Luo Chuan turned around and looked at the Twelve Divisions of the Past Ages across the plain.

The Twelve Divisions of the Past Ages seemed to be a little impatient and were ready to start.

"Luo Chuan, what other trump cards do you have?" Zhou Buchen suddenly asked.

"Luo Chuan, if you don't show your trump card, we will all die here today." Ning Tianxing looked calm, but there was a hint of bitterness in his tone.

Luo Chuan's eyes flashed with light and darkness, and he whispered: "Yes, my biggest trump card should be revealed. I just didn't expect it to be revealed so early... Little bastard, let them out first."

"I'm dying of waiting! Luo Chuan! Why are you so slow!"

The complaint of the white bat came from Luo Chuan's shoulder, and a light and shadow flew up to the sky. In a blink of an eye, a few light spots came out of the mouth of the white bat.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

In the center of the plain, a series of powerful auras appeared out of thin air. An old ancestor named Guixu three-level woke up from the long sleep in the bat coffin and fell to the ground. There was still a white sticky liquid on his body, but it was the residue after the resources were consumed.

In addition to the Qin Mo ancestor who was beside him, Chi Liuer was in charge of Tianhua Palace, and the sixteen old demon ancestors were all present.

After defeating Tianhua Palace in Kongxu Mountain Realm, they were taken into Baifu Mountain City by Luo Chuan and began to break through the third level of Guixu. Most of them were once powerful cultivators of the second and third levels of Guixu, and had their own breakthrough experience. In addition to the rich resources plundered from Tianhua Palace, this breakthrough was extremely smooth.

White Eyebrow Demon, Qingming Demon, Tianji Ancestor... After a brief loss of consciousness, one by one, the ancestors and demons woke up, either breaking free from the mucus or walking out of the mucus, stopping ten steps in front of Luo Chuan and bowing.

"Greetings, Taoist Master!"

Sixteen ancestors and demons with terrifying auras and murderous auras, each with strange shapes and appearances, all bowed to Luo Chuan naked at this time.

A strange atmosphere permeated the air.