Supreme Immortal Demon

"Just one person?"

"That tower looks a bit unusual, haha, it was a false alarm."

"This trial seems to be really hassle-free. It should be the easiest trial we have ever encountered."

The demon monks of the Tongtian Chapter laughed and turned their heads one after another. However, at this moment, in the peripheral vision, they saw a purple smoke rising from the tower and piercing the sky!

In an instant, the demonic smoke has gathered!

To be precise, what soared up from the tower was no longer the original Mo Luo fairy smoke of Jiulong Lord, but the brand new battle path smoke cloud that had been subtly refined and transformed and belonged to the cannon fodder camp. Unless they are Jiulong Lord's confidants, or old subordinates who have followed him for many years, they will never be able to see the relationship between Zhan Dao Yunyan and Mo Luo Xianyan from the cannon fodder camp.

In the blink of an eye, a war cloud eighty feet thick and more than a hundred miles long and wide appeared in the sky above Universal Saint.

Another war cloud for hundreds of miles! Under the deep purple haze, there are thick clouds of blood-colored smoke, covering the sky and the sun. In fact, the power is not inferior to the battle path clouds and smoke of the Tongtian Battle Group!

With almost just a moment of hesitation, the nearly three hundred monks of the Tongtian Battle Group put away their doubts and confusions. Without anyone giving orders, they all turned around and faced the purple-red war cloud that was approaching rapidly!

With the training quality of the Tongtian Battle Group, how could they not notice that the purple battle cloud coming from behind them was the real difficult enemy. The previous danger premonition came from this war cloud.

In an instant, the purple war cloud was less than a hundred steps away from the war cloud of the Tongtian Chapter!

The night wind howled, causing the purple clouds to roll, and the blood smoke dispersed, revealing a giant man with a face like an unwrathed King Kong hidden under the clouds and smoke in the battle path!

The eyes of these two hundred and sixteen physical monks who have obviously experienced countless trials of blood and fire are full of domineering and arrogant aura, but when I look at them again, I find that their eyes are extremely peaceful. . It is like a sea pool hiding the storm, standing between heaven and earth day after day, year after year.

Two hundred and sixteen monks from the cannon fodder camp ride on 216 precious elephants with powerful auras. Among them, more than half of the monks from the cannon fodder camp have stabilized their auras above the realm of the heavens, and only eighty are left. A few people are still staying in the Daolun realm. even so. These eighty or so brothers from the cannon fodder camp are already masters of the fourth level of the Great Perfection of the Dao Wheel. They only have the last chance to combine the four strands of perfect morality into the four directions of the heavens and refine the Great Way of the All Heavens to break through the realm of the heavens. !

Compared with the other more than 130 brothers from the cannon fodder camp in the All Heaven Realm. The three leaders, with extraordinary moral principles and far-reaching artistic conceptions, each have their own wonderful magic and treasures, and are far ahead in their cultivation. They are the three leaders of the Cannon Fodder Battalion, Wang Hu, Hongbeard and Li Xiaochen, who are now famous in the chaos of the outside world.

Looking at the masters of the cannon fodder camp looming in the war cloud. Everyone in the Guangtian Pusheng party clenched their fists, with expressions of excitement, anticipation and nervousness on their faces.

Especially the few young Taoist masters who had previously denied Luo Chuan were all blushing, their hearts were in turmoil, and they were shocked!

Among the cannon fodder monks in the war cloud, there are more than half of the masters from all over the world! A total of one hundred and thirty masters from all over the world, what kind of concept is this, placed in the chaotic land of the outside world. That’s a total of one hundred and thirty-six handsome men! If placed in Guangtian Universal Saint, there would be a total of one hundred and thirty little Dharma masters!

Although most of them have just broken through the realm of the heavens, and their cultivation is still a certain distance away from the little magicians present, they still possess powerful power of the heavens, and they also have terrifying physical power. not to mention. The three giant men headed by them showed various signs that they had just broken through the realm of the heavens, and they could cultivate the Taoism and condense the power of the heavens. Far higher than the other monks, and not far different from the young magicians present.

Such a powerful force! He was actually controlled by a true Taoist monk like Luo Chuan! No wonder he can become the arrogant Tianluo Demon King!

In an instant, the two war clouds covering the river and the sky and the moon were only fifty steps apart.

The same depth, the same length and width, among the war clouds, there are also tyrannical monks who have refined their bodies and have rich experience in fighting and fighting. Except for the reputation, the Tongtian Chapter is far ahead, everything about the two sides is evenly matched!

The demon monks of the Tongtian Battle Group are all focused and ready to go. Their energy and spirit are at their peak, and their brows are full of confidence.

In the cannon fodder camp, a sneer suddenly appeared on Wang Hu's cold face.

Redbeard and Li Xiaochen on the side also sneered, and the other two hundred brothers from the cannon fodder camp also laughed.

There are only two ways to laugh in the face of battle: either you are collectively stupid, or you have absolute self-confidence.

Through the smiles of the brothers in the cannon fodder battalion, the demon monks of the Tongtian Chapter saw the deep contempt and disdain. They were stunned in their hearts, and then they became furious!

But at this moment, something unexpected happened to the Tongtian Battle Group!

The purple-red war cloud surrounding the cannon fodder camp suddenly rolled up. In the blink of an eye, it spread and spread. It more than doubled in size in an instant. Its width and length reached more than two hundred miles, and it was still spreading!

Everyone was shocked!

Battle Dao Yunyan is almost the most intuitive expression of a battle group's combat power, representing their level of strength. Although the real strength always changes and fluctuates, it is not much different.

Originally, the battle paths between the Cannon Fodder Battalion and the Tongtian Battle Group were almost the same. It was still unknown who would win and who would lose between the two parties.

At present, the cannon fodder battalion's battle path Yunyan has expanded to more than twice that of the Tongtian battle group. The strength gap is clear at a glance, and it is almost an overwhelming advantage!

Boom!

Thunder roared, mountains collapsed and rivers split, and a thousand-foot-long pillar of Dao force flashed between heaven and earth. It was the image of the energy caused by the Dao force when the two battle groups clashed!

Compared with the ease of the monks of the cannon fodder camp, the Tongtian battle group gritted their teeth, sweated profusely, and their eyes showed deep shock and disbelief.

The battle group in front of them had fewer members than them, but they were almost breathless. Facing the cannon fodder camp, the Tongtian battle group was just like Guangtian Pusheng facing them before, and was completely at a disadvantage.

Boom!

Another loud noise!

The thousand-foot-long Dao force pillar broke with a sound, and in an instant it broke into countless pieces, flowing in all directions.

The water of the river rose high, and was boiled into water vapor by the heat of Dao force in the air. The strands were like smoke, steaming and floating up to the sky, and also washed away the dark red light between the clouds.

The moonlight leaked down, illuminating Guangtian Pusheng.

Under the excited gaze of Guangtian Pusheng monks, the monks of Tongtian regiment retreated together, staggering, some spitting blood, some with broken arms, and the arrogant look on their faces disappeared.

"Gather together! Don't panic! Everyone calm down! Quickly set up the Nine Dynasties Juyuan Juezong Formation!"

The tall and burly leader of Tongtian regiment shouted angrily, a jade box appeared in his left palm, and he waved a blood-red flag with his right hand.

Crash!

The monks of Tongtian regiment, who were close to disintegration, quickly gathered together, and a series of circular white light circles rose from the soles of their feet, brushing over their bodies again and again.

Under the secret method of Tongtian regiment, the injuries of the demon monks were quickly healed, their breath continued to rise, and their spirit gradually recovered to the peak, and even reached a higher level.

In a blink of an eye, the demon monks of the Tongtian War Group regrouped their forces and formed a mysterious battle formation. Their aura rose ten times higher than before, and the battle clouds above their heads also spread out greatly, catching up with the battle clouds of the Cannon Fodder Camp!

Seeing this, Guangtian Pusheng's heart was hanging again.

Facing the Tongtian War Group, whose strength suddenly increased, the Cannon Fodder Camp monks looked normal. Everyone still had an arrogant and unruly look on their faces, with a slight smile on their lips, full of disdain.

Li Xiaochen sneered, and a small white flag appeared in his palm: "Left crescent moon, no light, seize light!"

As soon as the voice fell, the moonlight instantly gathered above his head and spread backwards. The team of Cannon Fodder Camp monks behind him quickly changed their formation.

"Pojun Star, Destroy the Sun, Sacrifice the Soul!" Red Beard also took out a small purple flag, and with a move in the air, dense starlight fell from the sky and poured into the formation of the Cannon Fodder Camp monks on the left.

The light of the stars and the moon shine together, and the night sky and the sky are all absorbed by the cannon fodder camp.

A huge black shadow rises from the sky above the cannon fodder camp, like a god or a demon, like a star or a moon, and surges and crashes into the Tongtian battle group on the opposite side.

At the same time, the Tongtian battle group also began to attack after setting up the Jiuchao Juyuan Juezong formation.

Dense clouds quickly gathered and turned into a thousand-foot flying boat in the air. Four golden-armored immortals and demons stood on the boat and crashed into the cannon fodder camp.

In an instant, the two offensives collided with each other.

Boom!

The thousand-foot flying boat broke in half, and the four golden-armored immortals and demons were split into eight pieces by the white-robed sword immortals flying out of the black shadow and fell into the river.

In the Tongtian battle group, everyone vomited blood, their faces were as pale as paper, and their eyes were dim, but they were all injured.

The tall and strong demon leader gritted his teeth, took out the jade box and the command flag, and before he could give another order, the figure in front of him flashed, and the majestic monk with black robe, blood armor, scarred face and coldness came leisurely and appeared in front of him.

"You..." The demon monk widened his eyes, never expecting that the leader of the other party would dare to abandon the large army and walk into the Tongtian battle group alone.

Before he could say anything, the jade box and the command flag in his hand were torn into pieces by Wang Hu.

"Tongtian battle group?"

Wang Hu had no expression on his face, raised his knife, cut the demon in front of him in half, raised the knife and shouted coldly: "Attack!"

Boom!

The cannon fodder camp launched an offensive again, and the Tongtian battle group was like a mountain collapsing and retreating step by step. In a blink of an eye, it had retreated thirty miles, and this was only the result of the cannon fodder camp's three attacks.

The huge gap in strength between the two sides has been clearly presented to everyone.

The monks of Guangtian Pusheng were excited. From Elder Sun to the young Taoist masters, everyone's eyes showed excitement and surprise, as well as the relief of finally getting hope after suffering and waiting in despair.

The demon monks of the Tongtian War Group, who were defeated in a panic, looked at each other with red eyes, unable to believe that they were the disadvantaged party.

In the world, there was a fighting group that defeated the Tongtian War Group, which ranked in the top three, despite being outnumbered. Who would believe it if they told others?