Supreme Immortal Demon

"Luo Chuan! What's wrong with you... please don't be in trouble!"

Ziyun hugged Luo Chuan from behind, and subconsciously held Luo Chuan's right hand with his left hand. Instantly, tears flowed down his face and he couldn't speak.

With his keen intuition, how could he not feel what happened to Luo Chuan.

Although he had already vaguely sensed that something extremely terrifying had happened to Luo Chuan before he was caught by the pig monster, it was related to his physical body.

Although Ziyun had noticed it, he didn't think too much.

In his heart, Luo Chuan was unstoppable and even more unbeatable.

From the first encounter in Yanglongchi that year, to hunting the wind and thunder bird to shock the young man of Zibu, to crossing the Chaos Star Sea, climbing Tiandao Peak... Luo Chuan had never lost, never lost to the world, never lost to monsters, monks, and even never lost to himself.

Coming to this place called Qingchuan for no apparent reason, Ziyun fled in panic all day long, lingering like a lost dog. But from the first moment he met Luochuan again, the anxiety and panic in his heart began to fade, as if he had a backbone in his heart.

He knew that Luochuan would not hurt him, and he also knew that Luochuan would not let others hurt him, just like that year in the chaotic star sea.

It was not until he met Luochuan again that he realized how deeply he relied on Luochuan.

However, he never expected that the invincible existence in his heart would collapse in front of him.

"Xiaoyun..."

Luochuan opened his eyes, his voice was as soft as a mosquito, so light that it was almost inaudible.

With a call of Xiaoyun, Ziyun's tears burst again, hugged Luochuan, and cried loudly, like a helpless child.

"Xiaoyun... I can't do it... Avenge me..."

After saying that. Luochuan slowly closed his eyes, his face lost the last trace of blood, pale as paper, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, and his body leaned back.

At the far end of the purple sea. Above the glacier, under the reflection of the red sun in front, a snow-white cloth robe fell from a height of ten thousand feet and fell onto the cold and hard glacier!

Puff! Puff! Puff...

At the last moment of his life, Luo Chuan's already collapsed body could no longer withstand the stimulation of the cold wind from the sky. Holes appeared one after another, revealing the eerie white bones and flesh. And his waist was folded in the air, as if breaking the approaching chopsticks from the middle, twisting into a strange shape.

In the air, fierce birds and beasts flew by from time to time. Surrounding Luo Chuan's body, they were salivating.

In the purple sea under the glacier, huge black shadows swam from all directions, raised their heads, stared at Luo Chuan's body, opened their bloody mouths, and silently waited for something.

On the back of the white bone demon pig. Ziyun was struck by lightning, like a clay sculpture, staring at Luochuan who was still falling in the air, tears falling from his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

He didn't believe that Luochuan was gone just like that.

That year in the Zihai Chaos Star Sea, the mysterious uninvited guest took him, who was drunk and overslept, and sailed out to sea, embarking on a long journey of no return to find the immortal.

Ziyun has experienced a lot in his life. Whether it was ups and downs or joy, but none of them impressed him as much as when he was in the Chaos Star Sea.

That year, Ziyun was just a little boy who knew nothing, and Luochuan was still a teenager. It was just these two people who relied on a not-so-sturdy wooden boat to go through 81 difficulties. In the end, Ziyun became the only cultivator in the seven divisions who crossed the Chaos Star Sea and climbed up the Tiandao Peak.

The memories of the Chaos Star Sea, like a scroll, passed through Ziyun's mind.

In these paintings, there is the familiar deep purple sea, the beautiful sea breeze, and the songs of crossing the sea... How could such a person who took me across the sea just leave like that! This is impossible!

On the back of the white-bone demon pig, Ziyun stared at Luo Chuan's figure chasing him, tears streaming down his face. He clenched his fists and was about to fly down. He didn't notice that a gap had been cut in the center of his palm, and blood was flowing out of it.

"He's dead. It's useless for you to go."

Xiaoqing held his arm and stopped Ziyun.

"Haha, just follow us to the ancient palace. You know what's in the ancient palace better than anyone else. In comparison, the life and death of a small cultivator like Luo Chuan is nothing. Source River monster, this emperor promises you that as long as you cooperate, after the matter is done, this emperor will give you half of the opportunity benefits." The white-bone demon pig chuckled.

Ziyun was stopped by Xiaoqing. He clenched his fists, lowered his head, and his body trembled.

"Okay, this Luo Chuan is a big liar. It's good for you if he dies, so you won't be sold out by him one day." Xiao Qing smiled slightly, took a step forward, patted Ziyun's shoulder soothingly, and said softly.

But at this moment, Xiao Qing frowned slightly, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

In front of her, the white-haired boy slowly raised his head, and a pair of red eyes appeared between the gaps of his fluttering white hair.

Xiao Qing took a step back suddenly. Even with her thousand-year memory, she was frightened by the boy in front of her.

The long wind blew up Ziyun's long hair, and the snow-white hair flew in all directions, revealing a young and handsome face that looked like a knife and an axe. The face exuded a bronze luster, which was completely different from the contemporary Tiannan people. In the depths of his red eyes, there was a deep purple, like the starry night sky in the long summer, charming, mysterious, deep, and elusive.

The expression of the young man in front of him no longer contained the negative emotions such as panic, uneasiness, nervousness, fear, etc. There was only one emotion left between his brows, which was also the most negative emotion in the world... Hatred!

Ziyun stood up straight, raised his head, and stared at Xiaoqing angrily.

Before Xiaoqing could recover, Ziyun teleported in one step, appeared in front of Xiaoqing, and pushed out with a palm.

There is not much mystery in this palm of his, nor is it too profound. It is a simple palm that is pushed out straight and quickly, filled with soaring anger. The mana energy wave and the power of the physical body rub together and gather into a ball of light waves with a diameter of a hundred feet. , almost bombing in front of Xiaoqing’s eyes!

"roll!"

Ziyun roared and pushed Fairy Xiaoqing away with a terrifying palm!

A sudden change occurred. Not to mention Fairy Xiaoqing, even the White Bone Demon Pig did not expect that the Yuanjiang monster, which had been hunted for so many years but had never taken the initiative to fight back, would actually take the initiative!

"Luo Chuan!"

Ziyun raised his head and roared, blood-red tears bursting out from his purple pupils, and his body turned into a meteor, rushing towards the white-robed monk in the center of the sky and sea.

"Stop! Come back to me!"

The Bone Emperor also roared angrily, stopped flying forward, and ducked down to chase Ziyun.

One person, one pig, one behind the other, the Bone Emperor relied on his unique skills when he became famous, while Ziyun relied on his extremely powerful life energy and physical strength.

In his peripheral vision, Ziyun caught sight of the sinister-looking white-bone pig. He let out a roar, and the flames of anger rose from the bottom of Ziyun's heart. He knew that if it weren't for this pig, Luo Chuan would not have ended up like this.

"Xiaoyun... I can't do it anymore... take revenge for me..."

Luo Chuan's parting words vaguely echoed in Ziyun's ears.

"The enemy...that pig...I want revenge!"

Ziyun suddenly roared, his body rose up in mid-air without falling, and suddenly jumped out of the air. With a punch, he wrapped his life energy and physical power, gathered into a ball of purple light waves, and blasted hard at the Bone Demon Pig.

No matter how proficient the Bone Emperor was in calculations, he could not figure out that the Yuanjiang Monster stopped running away and chose to attack actively. He did not expect that the Yuanjiang Monster would actually choose to take revenge on him.

It was this miscalculation that caused the Bone Emperor to lose the upper hand.

Ziyun struck with a punch, hitting the white-bone demon pig's snout.

"Ouch………"

The Bone Demon Pig screamed and was sent flying by Ziyun's punch!

A general in the lineage of the Innate Ancient Snake, an emperor who spans the Nine Heavens Realm, they are all countless figures on the Tiannan Continent, but they were defeated instantly by Ziyun with one punch.

Although there is also a reason why Bone Emperor and Xiao Qing could not react in time, but even if there is another monk, even if it is the same as Ziyun,

They are both at the third level of Guixu, and they suddenly make a sneak attack, but they will definitely not be able to achieve the effect of Ziyun.

"Roar!"

The boy's angry roar echoed in the air.

As Ziyun descended, waves of purple energy rose up, wrapping him around him, but they were protective energy shields.

In an instant, his body-protecting energy shield had reached a height of more than a thousand feet, and it was still rising! It's like an infinitely extending hill.

At the same time, his eye sockets suddenly opened, and a little light overflowed from the dark purple pupils, rushing upward.

His white hair gradually became darker in the long wind, and soon, a long hair as deep as the purple starry sky appeared behind his head, neck, and arms.

As his purple hair sprouted, his temperament changed again. The anger and hatred on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by a cold and extremely murderous intention!

"Luo Chuan...brother...Xiaoyun has avenged you."

"I will kill everyone here and all living creatures."

“Until not a blade of grass grows, and the sea dries up.”

"kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Ziyun raised his head and laughed, dodged, and leaned towards the glacier! Tracking the direction of Luo Chuan's fall, killing the ferocious birds and beasts that came to stop them one after another!

His movement skills are extremely sharp and ghostly, and his fighting skills are equally unimaginable and unfathomable.

After parting ways with Luo Chuan on the Tiandao Peak, Ziyun stopped pondering and studying the way of technique for a day. Today, his way of technique has deviated from Luo Chuan's original direction and gradually walked on his own path. On the road of technique.

Ziyun, who was going on a killing spree, did not notice that in the middle and lower areas of the sky, the cloth-robed monk who was still falling rapidly suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at him. His eyes were no longer dim and pale, but on the contrary, there were more A vigorous vitality.

In the palm of his hand, he was holding a piece of blood full of vitality.

"Xiaoyun, don't hate me for lying to you. Maybe this is the only way to force out your strong heart."

"...Whether it's right or wrong, I want you to become strong, extremely strong."

"Then, in this era, survive as a strong person."