Supreme Immortal Demon

The moonlight fell on the river, the waves sparkled, like a silver knife, and it looked particularly cold tonight.

The blood-red sky, layer by layer, made this night no longer so dark.

At this time, there were no large boats transporting blood and meat on the river. There were only wounded and bloody monks from Guangtian Pusheng crossing the river.

As Elder Sun led a group of elders from the Sutra Library to run around and summon everyone, more and more monks gathered to Guangtian Pusheng.

The monks who were still fighting a moment ago did not know why Elder Sun summoned them to the Wan Yao Jue Tian Palace. But now, in Guangtian Pusheng, except for Chen Yin and Yao Yi, Elder Sun is the most prestigious. Moreover, the elders of the Sutra Library have always given people the impression of being wise and profound. After receiving Elder Sun's call, the monks of the Taoist Academy had a faint hope. Without thinking, they gave up the enemy in front of them and turned to fly to the Wan Yao Jue Tian Palace.

Less than three incense sticks, except for Chen Yin and Yao Yi who were entangled by their own side, the remaining Guangtian Pusheng monks who survived all gathered in front of the Wan Yao Jue Tian Palace, looking across the river at the Tongtian Battle Group that was carrying the Nether Blood Evil Qi.

"Elder Sun, why did you summon us here? Is there any way to break the Nether Blood Evil Qi?" A young Taoist master asked, his face was covered with blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was also bloodshot.

"So far, more than 500 Taoist friends have died... If it weren't for the Nether Blood Evil Qi, why would it be so tragic!" Another young Taoist master also said.

The advantage of this group of Tongtian Battle Groups in the Demon Cult Palace is that in addition to the Tongtian Battle Group's usual strength, they also have the Nether Blood Evil Qi that specifically defeats human monks.

If it weren't for the appearance of the Nether Blood Evil Qi, even if Guangtian Pusheng retreated, it would be impossible for him to lose 20% of his combat effectiveness in such a short time.

Facing the expectant eyes of several young Taoist masters, Elder Sun smiled bitterly: "If there is a way to eradicate the evil spirit of the underworld, why have we, Guangtian Pusheng, always been at a disadvantage in these years... The strategy for this battle comes from Luo Chuan."

"Luo Chuan?"

"He summoned us here? But where is he now?"

"Elder Sun, is Luo Chuan's battle strategy feasible? Can it really repel the Demon Cult Palace?"

Several young Taoist masters asked one after another. With an urgent look on their faces.

Elder Sun nodded and shook his head. He did not mention the cannon fodder camp, nor did he explain Luo Chuan's specific strategy, but he was afraid that the last monks of Guangtian Pusheng would lose their last hope.

Compared with the Tongtian Doufa Battle Group, which is recognized as the top three in the world, Luo Chuan's cannon fodder camp is far behind in both reputation and record. What's more, As everyone knows, there are only more than 200 cannon fodders. The number of Tongtian battle group here today is close to 300. There is basically no possibility of posing a threat to the Tongtian battle group without an elite battle group with more than ten times the number.

"Luo Chuan... He is still very confident. You must hold on to the Wan Yao Jue Tian Palace and wait for Luo Chuan's killer move." Elder Sun forced a smile. He said to the young Taoist masters.

Under the dark red sky, Elder Sun's face also looked very gloomy, and no one could see the gloom in his expression.

However, his words shocked the last monks of Guangtian Pusheng, especially Qiu Xiaojie, the captain of the law protection team, and Feng, the captain of the punishment team. Thinking of Luo Chuan's incredible achievements in the past, they were full of hope and expectation.

At this moment. Above the river, the moonlight was dim, the silver waves were depressed, and from the diffuse mist, a long and huge demon shadow emerged!

The Tongtian Battle Group of the Demon Cult gathered on the river. Nearly 300 demon monks of different appearances and peak spirits, each riding a strange beast mount, had no expression on their faces. Their eyes were cold, but there was a strong murderous aura lingering between their brows.

Their actions were uniform, and they sat in a fighting style, revealing a mysterious artistic conception. Everyone was a master in one area, fighting alone. It was no problem to fight ten people alone, or even more. When this group of elite masters gathered together, their artistic conception and morality were connected. They actually derived a battle formation with infinite changes, and the power was increased by more than a hundred times. Nearly 300 masters could be used as an elite monk corps of more than 30,000 people.

Previously, the Tongtian Battle Group came from outside the courtyard wall in all directions, in groups of five or ten, and were relatively scattered.

At this time, nearly three hundred people gathered together, and the fighting spirit and murderous aura gathered together, and instantly evaporated and rose like a pillar to the sky, and a thick war cloud and haze appeared above their heads.

The black evil war cloud was seventy or eighty feet thick, more than a hundred miles long and wide, covering the sky and the moon, crushing the starlight and water mist, and the land of a hundred miles was covered by the dark war cloud.

In a fierce battle, more than five hundred monks of Guangtian Pusheng fell, and they were defeated again and again, retreating step by step. On the other hand, the Tongtian battle group was still murderous, and their spirits were all at their peak. Not a single member was reduced. Looking at their demeanor, it seemed as if they had just warmed up a little.

The fierce fighting spirit crossed the river and came with the war cloud of a hundred miles, covering the sky and the earth.

The remaining less than 1,400 Guangtian Pusheng Daoli realm monks, plus a thousand young disciples, more than 90% of them had accelerated heartbeats and weak legs. They felt that they were not facing a mere three hundred monks, but a hundred thousand terrifying beasts from the ancient wilderness!

How could a short river stop them?

How could a mere 2,000 people withstand their slaughter?

The remaining young Taoist masters looked at each other, all with nervous eyes and tense faces.

In the distance, Chen Yin and Yao Yi also noticed the change in the battle situation. They also wanted to rush to rescue, but they were surrounded by 20 Tongtian War Corps strongmen who had studied them thoroughly. They tried their best but couldn't get away.

"Elder Sun, when will Luo Chuan...when will he make his move?"

At the last moment, the junior Taoist masters could only place all their hopes on Luo Chuan. At this moment, no one would think about his identity as a demon king. The famous leader of the cannon fodder camp, Tianluo Demon King, had already obtained the qualifications of Guangtian Pusheng Grand Taoist Master, and could have been considered a Guangtian Pusheng.

As soon as the junior Taoist master finished speaking, there was a loud bang, and waves of Taoist power shot out from the river!

The elders of the Sutra Repository and the remaining junior Taoist masters joined forces to operate the Taoist power method to intercept the offensive against the Tongtian Battle Group.

Bang!

In front of the Wan Yao Jue Tian Palace, on the bank of the river, a huge Taoist power ball with a diameter of more than 100 feet trembled and shook. It was the masters of the Tongtian Battle Group who were competing with the elders of Guangtian Pusheng in Taoist power. It seemed that there was no winner, but the Guangtian Pusheng side was frowning.

In the Tongtian battle group, only 40% of the monks took action, but they immediately subdued the strongest small Taoist masters of Guangtian Pusheng.

In the night, nearly 50% of the demon monks flashed out, rode on strange beasts, and rushed to the Wan Yao Jue Tian Palace. Another 10% of the monks joined the battle circle against the small Taoist masters of Guangtian Pusheng. This additional force caused the battle situation to change abruptly. The small Taoist masters of Guangtian Pusheng trembled and retreated one after another.

Boom!

The Taoist power sphere with a diameter of more than 100 feet exploded and shattered! The Taoist power scattered and flowed in all directions, rolling up thousands of hectares of river water, turning into a hundred-foot wave column rising into the sky, submerging the Wan Yao Jue Tian Palace!

The Tongtian battle group began to cross the river. The last troops of Guangtian Pusheng, who were pointing their swords at the other side, and the Wan Yao Jue Tian Palace, which imprisoned more than 10,000 demons, were about to complete the final blow to Guangtian Pusheng!

Bang!

The first batch of Tongtian battle groups that crossed the river crashed into the Guangtian Pusheng monks who were ready to meet them, but it was like a stone hitting an egg, and they won an overwhelming victory without any suspense.

The monks of Guangtian Pusheng were all pale and cold in their hearts.

Originally, they were inspired and full of fighting spirit, but the reality was extremely cruel. Facing the most elite battle group in the world, they, the last remaining "remnants of Guangtian Pusheng", were like fish on the chopping block, ready to be slaughtered.

The real elite of Guangtian Pusheng, except for the mysterious Saint Dao Academy disciples who were taken to Tianchen Buzhou by several ancestors to be trained personally, the rest were lost in Guiye's repeated conspiracies.

The last batch of Guangtian Pusheng monks left were either the guard monks and members of the punishment team who had never been to the foreign land, or those who had participated in the battle of the ancient battlefield and returned defeated, or simply the disciples of each academy in the Infant and Return to the Void realm. Compared with the Tongtian battle group, they were just a mob.

Being defeated again, the fighting spirit of the monks has fallen to the bottom.

"It's so boring. Guangtian Pusheng is far from what I imagined before. This battle is really boring."

On the river, a tall and strong demon cultivator in the center of the battle group said lightly.

"Didn't the deputy leader say that this is just a trial. If you pass it, you can be promoted to a formal member of the Tongtian Battle Group. At that time, you can decide whether to stay in the Tongtian Battle Group or return to the outside world." Another demon cultivator said lightly.

"Even if it is a trial, it won't be so easy, right? There has never been such an easy trial before." The tall and strong demon cultivator murmured, and at this moment, his heart suddenly jumped, and a strange feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.

Not only him, but all the members of the Tongtian Battle Group who have not yet crossed the shore have strange expressions.

Although they have not yet become formal members of the Tongtian Battle Group, they have also experienced countless battles and trials. At this moment, a sense of danger suddenly emerged and lingered in their hearts.

Turning their heads, the monks of Tongtian Group saw the white-robed monk who was holding the tower in the sky above the river.

At the same time, the monks of Guangtian Pusheng also saw Luo Chuan.

"Luo Chuan is here!"

"Yes, he is here... That is, the Ten Thousand Tribulations Evil Spirit Tower?"

"Does he want to use the Ten Thousand Tribulations Evil Spirit Tower to collect these demons? Ridiculous! Ridiculous! No one can control the Ten Thousand Tribulations Evil Spirit Tower today!"

Several young Taoist masters looked bitter, some shook their heads, some sighed, but some looked at Luo Chuan with hope.

Elder Sun of the Sutra Library clenched his fists and looked at Luo Chuan who was holding the Ten Thousand Tribulations Evil Spirit Tower in the night sky not far away.

No matter how pessimistic he was about Luo Chuan before, at this moment, he hoped that a miracle would happen.