Supreme Immortal Demon

Although Luo Shiqi's voice was not loud, everyone present could hear it clearly.

Was it Luo Chuan?

Was it him who brought Luo Shiqi back to life and made a breakthrough?

Was it him who planned all this? Subduing the demon kings, besieging the Demon Cult Palace, and plotting to kill Master Mo?

Thoughts and doubts arose from the bottom of everyone's heart, about Luo Chuan, about this killing game that almost overturned the Demon Cult Palace for ten thousand years and changed the entire chaotic situation in the foreign land.

Ding Ding Ding Ding... The sound of copper coins echoed endlessly, but it was much duller than usual, the kind of friction and collision sound between copper coins and bones.

On the east side of the branch, Master Mo's neck was stuck by the copper coin, and his head could not fall back, so he had to hold his own head.

"Luo Chuan! Let's wait and see!"

The head held in his hand raised his eyebrows, rolled his eyes, and roared to the sky: "Go! Go back to the temple!"

Master Mo did not stay any longer, and ran away, holding his head in one hand, and pinching a seal with the other hand to speed up his body movement.

The elders and masters of the Demon Temple followed Master Mo in fear, frowning, with dim eyes, listless, and their fighting spirit had dropped to the bottom.

Master Mo had not flown half a mile, and a long tail emerged from the air in front of him and swung across.

"Go! Go together!"

Master Mo roared, leading the masters of the Demon Temple to fight against the Heavenly Snake Master.

A sneer came from behind the Heavenly Snake Master, and then a man walked out.

As soon as the man appeared, he immediately attracted the attention of everyone around the Hongmeng giant tree.

He was dressed in a white Taoist robe and his long hair was flying. His eyebrows were light, and his face was cold and cold like the cold winter wind. His left hand was behind his back, and his right hand was holding a seven-story pagoda.

"Luo Chuan." Master Mo looked at the young Taoist beside Tianshe Zhenjun, with a complicated expression, and finally turned into anger and hatred.

"I said, I want your two clones to be destroyed in the outer domain. Six Star Domain... Dao Zu?"

Luo Chuan looked at the sinister old man with a pair of triangular eyes in front of him, and he could not connect him with the ancestor he saw when he traveled to the Six Star Domain in the past.

This was not the first time Luo Chuan faced him. The last time was many years ago. Luo Chuan possessed Zhao Ruyu. Challenged Dao Zu's temple on the South Sea of ​​the Six Star Domain.

Unexpectedly, when Luo Chuan walked out of Tiannan Domain and entered the Nine Heavens World, he once again met this Nine Heavens World's top-ranked swordsman. Although he was his clone. The strength was far different from the real body. But he met his two clones at once. It ruined his good deeds.

The strength of the ancestor is far above that of ordinary emperors, and is the same as that of Xuanjun. It is already infinitely close to the existence of six saints.

If you offend an ancestor to death... Luo Chuan stared at the clone of the Six Star Domain Sword Ancestor in front of him, raised his mouth slightly, pinched a seal, and tapped the Wanjie Xiongling Tower.

Boom!

A lightning shot out from the tower, accompanied by an ancient, vast, and deadly breath.

The masters of the Demon Cult Palace were alert, thinking that Luo Chuan wanted to use some magic weapon to deal with them.

The next moment, the masters of the Demon Cult Palace were all stunned. Where the lightning went, there was actually a giant iron tower riding a treasure elephant. Each of them had vigorous blood and strong flesh. Every slight fluctuation of their skin and flesh would shatter a piece of void, causing the void turbulence to roll and ripple. And behind this group of iron tower giants, followed sixteen ferocious unicorns.

As the cannon fodder battalion and the sixteen Dao soldiers appeared, a dense war cloud appeared above their heads, and instantly spread to a radius of a hundred miles, and was still spreading.

The deep purple war cloud, with three streams of black, white and red smoke lingering in it, looked like haze from a distance, and like smoke and clouds from a close distance, covering the sky and blocking the sun. Under the emperor, everyone's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

After pacifying the Tongtian War Group, the cannon fodder battalion absorbed the opponent's war cloud, refined and swallowed it, and both the war cloud and its own power were stronger than before.

Among the powerful people present, the one who reacted the most was the Xitian Bohou who had always been very calm.

"Mo Luo..."

Xitian Bohou looked at the war cloud above the cannon fodder battalion, subconsciously spit out two words, but quickly swallowed the last two words.

This is...Mo Luo Xianyan? No, it doesn't look like it, there is something more than Mo Luo Xianyan... This is clearly a war cloud refined and improved on the basis of Mo Luo Xianyan! How could Luo Chuan have the foundation of Mo Luo Xianyan? Impossible, the three major disciples of the Lord did not inherit the Demon Luo Immortal Smoke, and they cannot inherit it either!

Luo Chuan! Luo Chuan! Who... are you?

Xitian Bohou stared at Luo Chuan with sharp eyes, and it seemed that there were two swords entangled and fighting in the depths of his pupils, which was extremely fierce.

As the head of the 30,000 sword cultivation group of the Nine Dragons Immortal Court, one of the most relied-upon left and right arms of the Nine Dragons Lord, Xitian Bohou has personally experienced the battles of the Nine Dragons Lord countless times, and knows the Demon Luo Immortal Smoke like the back of his hand! Others may still think it is specious, but Xitian Bohou can see at a glance that the war cloud of the cannon fodder camp is built with the Demon Luo Immortal Smoke as the foundation!

On the other side of the branch, the White Dragon Emperor had a blank expression on his face, and looked at the direction of the cannon fodder camp intently, but his peripheral vision locked onto the shock on the face of the West Tian Bohou.

"Brother Luo, you really hide it well enough."

The White Dragon Emperor sighed lightly, his eyes were heavy, without sadness or joy.

Under the war clouds, the 216 brothers of the Cannon Fodder Battalion gathered into a formation. Wang Hu, Red Beard, and Li Xiaochen were at the front. More than half of the masters of the Heaven Realm were at the front of the formation. The other brothers at the peak of the Dao Wheel and the 16 Dao Soldiers followed closely behind.

"Charge!"

Luo Chuan took back the pagoda and shouted.

The cannon fodder camp followed orders and at Luo Chuan's command, they turned into three torrents, led by Wang Hu, Red Beard and Li Xiaochen, like three sharp knives, fiercely stabbing into the camp of the Demon Cult Palace.

A battle of magic was about to break out!

Although the Demon Cult Palace had a large number of people and many sub-emperor-level masters, they could not withstand the brave and desperate fighting methods of the cannon fodder camp brothers and the mysterious formations passed down from Luo Shiqi, and were pierced by the cannon fodder camp in an instant!

Pah pah pah... The head flew high and hit in the air, blood spilled all over the sky, dyeing the sky red.

In just this attack, the Demon Cult Palace lost 69 masters of the heavens and seriously injured nearly 100 people, but it also made the Demon Cult Palace come to its senses, regroup, set up a battle formation, and cautiously headed towards the cannon fodder camp.

Not far away, Tianshe Zhenjun and Ti Tou Mo Cult Leader also took up their positions.

For a moment, kings faced kings, generals faced generals, soldiers faced soldiers, and the situation was evenly matched!

On the Hongmeng giant tree, the eyes of Emperor Fusheng, Nanli and Yuyouxi, who had lost hope, were shining, and they all rekindled their thoughts.

Luo Shiqi clamped the Youyou lineage, and Luo Chuan's cannon fodder camp and the Demonic Palace were entangled. It seemed that it would not be possible to decide the winner in a short time. In this way, wouldn't it leave them with a chance to compete for the Hongmeng Dao Fruit?

The three of Emperor Fusheng were ready to move, and just when they were about to take action, something unexpected happened.

Luo Chuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and the scarred monk who led the cannon fodder camp also showed a cold smile, and the two exchanged glances in an instant.

The next moment, under the leadership of the scarred evil king Wanghu, the cannon fodder camp turned around, gave up the masters of the Demonic Palace, and suddenly killed the leader of the Mo Sect. In mid-air, Wang Hu, Red Beard, and Li Xiaochen shouted commands, raised flags, and performed battle formations. In the sky, the sun, moon, and stars shone together, and the divine aura fell, covering the cannon fodder camp.

Whoosh... whoosh... Three black shadows flew out of the cannon fodder camp and pounced on Master Mo. Their auras were strong, floating around the level of the emperor.

Master Mo did not expect that the cannon fodder camp would turn to attack him, and release strange killing moves with strange formations. He was just a clone, and his head was cut off and he was seriously injured. For a while, he was trapped by the cannon fodder camp.

Damn!

Master Mo cried out in his heart that it was not good. He looked up and saw that the unrestrained Heavenly Snake Master had blood in his eyes. He turned his palm and sucked the huge blood pool like a lake into his palm, aiming at the Demon Cult Palace.

"Run!" Master Mo shouted.

Facing the Heavenly Snake Master, the masters of the Demon Cult Palace could not react at all. Even if they did, they were powerless.

"Collect." The Heavenly Snake Master sat with his tail coiled, three heads and three mouths spitting out tongues, and six eyes full of blood.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh... the sound of breaking wind continued!

At such a close distance, the masters of the Demon Cult Palace could not run away or escape, and could only let the blood power turn into big hands, grab them, and throw them into the blood pool!

In a blink of an eye, nearly a hundred masters of the heavens were collected into the blood pool by the Heavenly Snake Master. A big white spider slid down from Luo Chuan's shoulder, spitting spider silk across the blood pool, drooling, looking for prey.

In the Nine Heavens, fighting and chaos have always been kings against kings, generals against generals, and soldiers against soldiers. This is almost an unwritten rule. Few people would be so cruel to use the battle group to contain the opponent's Zhending master, and then use their own Zhending master to kill the opponent's soldiers and generals.

Firstly, it was because of the last bit of character of the cultivators, and secondly, it was because even if they wanted to use this method, it was difficult to accurately grasp the opportunity and have the "soldiers and generals" who could restrain the "king".

When Master Mo finally broke free from the battle formation of the cannon fodder camp, he looked up, his face changed drastically, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

All the elders and masters of the Demon Cult Palace were sucked into the blood pool of the Heavenly Snake Master.

Two or three hundred heads were stirred in the bubbles of blood, wandering, sinking and sinking, and their eyes changed from panic and struggle to despair, and then to dullness and confusion.

Although the Heavenly Snake Master could put all of these gods and sub-emperors into the blood pool and wipe out their spirits, he could not refine them all in a short time.

Besides, what he wanted to refine most was not these chess pieces.

Luo Chuan and the Heavenly Snake Master raised their heads at the same time and looked at Master Mo, both with murderous intent on their faces.

Master Mo's face was extremely ugly. He knew that the situation was hopeless. Without thinking, he gave up the Demonic Temple and the Hongmeng Giant Tree, turned around and fled to the other side.

Although he was seriously injured, his body movement speed was still very fast.

In order to escape, Master Mo used all his Taoist power on his body movement, and disappeared in an instant, disappearing in the ancient battlefield. (To be continued...)