Supreme Immortal Demon

The way up is like a chess grid, and the monks are like ants crawling.

The sages controlled the Supreme Path and created a realm out of thin air, which restricted the development of the emperors and blocked the road leading to the ultimate Supreme Path.

Although for ninety-nine percent of the monks in the world, the emperors are already the most powerful beings, but the emperors know that to the sages who have controlled the path, those six supreme beings, they are nothing more than ants.

Now the Holy Infant King came with the power of the saints out of selfish desires. He pretended to be powerful and relied on the saints behind him to not take the emperors seriously. The emperors naturally looked at him with displeasure.

At this time, two flashes of sword light flashed in Xitian Bohou's eyes. He turned his head slightly, glanced at Luo Chuan, and transmitted the message into the secret: "Luo Chuan, you go. Neither this Tao nor the White Dragon Emperor has the power of this holy way." Absolutely sure.”

Hearing what Xitian Bohou said, Luo Chuan was slightly surprised. The scene when Lord Jiulong taught the Holy Infant King's skills and methods in the past appeared in his mind. It was fragmentary and incomplete and could not be written in length. After flashing back several times in succession, Luo Chuan gradually Capture the key.

The boy on the back of the black dragon is called the Holy Infant King because after practicing the skills tailor-made for him by Lord Jiulong, the Holy Infant King can never grow up and can only maintain the height and appearance of a child. From the beginning, he didn't care, but later, this became the biggest worry of the Holy Infant King.

Now that he has grown from a child to a boy of thirteen or fourteen, it is most likely part of the deal with the sage.

The Holy Infant King's skills are nearly perfect, but Lord Jiulong is so cautious, even when facing his most beloved young disciple. He did not give 100% trust, and still left a flaw in his technique - this flaw was related to his age.

Although the Holy Infant King came with the power of the saints, his natal skills were still the same as those taught to him by Lord Jiulong, so that flaw could still be exploited by Luo Chuan.

At the snap of his fingers, these thoughts flashed through Luo Chuan's mind, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bohou Xitian looking at him intently, his eyes shining brightly. A hint of understanding gradually appeared on his face.

See this. Luo Chuan was alert.

This Xitian Bohou is low-key and rarely talks. He seems to be an "honest person". He may become Jiulong Lord's right-hand man, but how can he really be an "honest person". He had previously advised Luo Chuan to "leave". In fact. But he was testing in secret. Let’s see if Luo Chuan can deal with the Holy Infant King.

The moment of thought and memory on Luo Chuan's face made Xitian Bohou more and more certain that Luo Chuan was the fourth disciple of Jiulong Lord that he had been searching for!

"Young Master. I have finally found you."

Xitian Bohou transmitted the message to the secret, and a strangely bright look bloomed in his eyes. The decadent temperament of abjection, vicissitudes, and forbearance that he had been stained with over the years was swept away, replaced by the swordsmanship of that generation when the sword shocked the world many years ago. The great master swallows the splendor of heaven and earth.

Raising his head, Xitian Bohou looked at the Holy Infant King who was making seals. He raised his head and laughed: "Hahaha... little infant slave, in order to prevent you, the white-eyed wolves who are not well-bred, from rebelling, you have kept him for a long time. He made a back-up plan and told only one person about it. His back-up plan is hidden in the ancient battlefield in the chaotic land of the outer world... Do you want to know what it is? "

After the words fell, everyone looked at Luo Chuan.

Originally, they thought that the backhand that Xitian Bohou mentioned was Luo Chuan, and they were a little strange in their hearts. After hearing these words, everyone realized that they had been misunderstood and that Lord Jiulong had something else behind him.

A flash of panic flashed in the eyes of the Holy Infant King. Although it was fleeting, the look of extreme vigilance and caution remained on his face.

Jiulong Lord has been dead for many years, but his power is still there. Especially for traitors like the Holy Infant King who have evil intentions in their hearts, the three words "Jiulong Lord" are like a sword of wind, piercing the bones and cutting into the heart without leaving a trace.

Looking at the pale-faced Holy Infant King, Xitian Bohou smiled faintly. The long sword wrapped in cloth behind his back fell into his palm at some unknown time. The tip of the sword flashed with a cold front, passing inch by inch. In the blink of an eye, the sword light came from Xitian Bohou. Then the palm of his hand jumped out and shot straight into the sky.

"Humph, stop pretending!"

The Holy Infant King pinched the seal with his left hand, gathering the power of the Holy Way, and slapped the black dragon on the head with his right hand!

The black dragon looked up to the sky and howled, two black flames flashed in its eyes. The black flames were so fierce that just one look at it would make people feel like their hearts were on fire, and they were exhausted mentally and physically.

There are three true dragons with ancient bloodlines in the world, black, white and purple. Among them, the black dragon is the most domineering, ferocious, and amazingly powerful.

Facing Bohou Xitian, Black Dragon let out a long breath!

call!

Wherever the dragon's breath comes, everything is burned to death!

The ancient central battlefield, which was originally devastated by the battle between the powerful powers, was so bleak that only a thin layer of sand and dust remained after the dragon's breath swept away.

A gust of wind blew, and the sand and dust were blown apart, collapsed, and fell into the cracks in the void.

On the Hongmeng giant tree, Nan Li and Yu Youtian flew to dodge. When they were still three hundred steps away from the dragon's breath, they already felt it was difficult to breathe, as if they were facing a heavy pressure and it was unbearable.

Luo Chuan's body was also trembling slightly. With his current level of physical cultivation, he was somewhat unable to face the dragon's breath a hundred steps away.

Not far away, the Duke of Xitian was concentrating on the sword skills, ignoring the incoming dragon's breath.

"Little black dragon."

Staring at the menacing dragon's breath, the White Dragon Emperor shook his head, turned his palm over, and pinched out a sea-blue skylight with two fingers. In the core of the skylight, there was a crystal white seed.

"Scatter, destroy!"

The White Dragon Emperor held the sky light with both fingers and flicked it with his backhand.

The skylight hit the dragon's breath, as if a rotating beam of light penetrated into the sea desert, shaking the dragon's breath away and flying in all directions, destroying the entire place.

Under the throne of the Holy Infant King, the black dragon looked at the White Dragon Emperor, his eyes showing surprise and anger. Just as he was about to roar, he was stared at by the White Dragon Emperor, his face was terrified, and he did not move.

"Mind your own business... White Dragon Emperor, then you too... kneel down!"

Taking advantage of this time, the Holy Infant King finally accumulated enough power of the Holy Way, and his hands were clasped like a lotus, and a group of white aura light floated between his palms.

This group of light was even larger, thicker, and purer than the one that the Holy Infant King had used on the Emperor Fu Sheng before.

A morality that was almost beyond the essence was brewed and born from this group of aura light, and it was added to it, making this group of aura light more powerful and mysterious.

Ding ding ding... Two alarm bells rang in Luo Chuan's heart lake.

One was rapid, and the other was loud, coming from his heart and the heart of the Heavenly Snake True Lord respectively.

The power of the Holy Dao summoned by the Holy Infant King not only made Luo Chuan feel threatened, but even his clone, the Heavenly Snake True Lord, felt as if he was facing a great enemy, and his heart was trembling!

啪啪啪... The pressure swept over, and the elders and masters of the Demon Cult Palace fell to their knees one by one, their faces full of pain.

Nanli and Yu Youxi looked at each other, and without saying a word, they ran away. But the pressure of the power of the Holy Dao followed them like a shadow, chasing them closely, forcing them to almost gasp for breath.

Emperor Fusheng, who had just climbed up from the deep mountain wall, was once again rushed in by the pressure, clenched his teeth, and his face was full of anger and unwillingness.

As for the four Youyou envoys brought by Commander Bo Chi, each of them was like carrying a mountain of thousands of pounds, their bodies trembled, and their originally pale faces became even paler, looking at the Holy Infant King with confusion and hidden anger in their eyes.

The Holy Infant King turned his eyes and swept through the crowd, with the corners of his mouth raised.

In the field, except for Luo Chuan who was struggling to support himself with the help of Tianshe Zhenjun, only three people were still calm and free to move under the pressure of the power of the Holy Dao.

Luo Shiqi stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the Holy Infant King, with a copper coin shining with green light floating above his head.

Emperor Bailong straightened his back, and the mellow smile on his face like an old farmer was swept away, replaced by a stiff and cold expression.

Xitian Bohou still held his sword formula, his eyes slightly closed, and his expression was focused.

It was not until the Holy Infant King finally released the power of the Holy Dao that Xitian Bohou opened his eyes, revealing a deep joy in his eyes: "So it's here... Start!"

As soon as the voice fell, Xitian Bohou slashed with a sword!

His sword pointed directly at the earth, and the sword intent was complex and strange. There was no trace of murderous aura, but it revealed the artistic conception of "searching".

The sword fell, and the place it slashed was 333 feet east of the Hongmeng giant tree!

Luo Chuan stared at the place where Xitian Bohou's sword fell, then raised his head and looked at the sky outside the giant screen along a ray of light. This ray of light was the only light where the light of the sun and the moon intersected and combined, and the place where it fell was exactly where Xitian Bohou's sword fell!

Jiulong Jun's back-up plan... So that's it, Jiulong Jun has also entered the ancient battlefield!

Several thoughts flashed through Luo Chuan's mind.

Jiulong Jun's incarnation in Guangtian Pusheng called himself "Kongming Monk", Kongming Kongming. Jiulong Jun had already pointed out the meaning of the intersection of the sun and the moon in his pseudonym.

Jiulong Jun entered Guangtian Pusheng and hid the teleportation jade box from Guangtian Pusheng to the ancient battlefield in the forbidden area. Obviously, he must have entered the ancient battlefield himself.

Originally, Luo Chuan thought that Jiulong Jun did all this just to leave the teleportation jade box for future entry into the ancient battlefield in the outer domain.

Until today, when he saw Xitian Bohou take action, Luo Chuan finally understood that Jiulong Jun left the teleportation jade box because he had hidden a backhand killing move of his in the dead place of a giant Hongmeng tree on the Central Ancient Battlefield!

Jiulong Jun obviously told Xitian Bohou this secret.

And until this moment, when Luo Chuan saw Xitian Bohou take action, the memory of Jiulong Jun's layout in the Central Ancient Battlefield was fully revealed.

"It's the Nine Dragons Immortal Seal!"

A paragraph flashed through Luo Chuan's mind, his eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

Luo Chuan deliberately lowered his voice, which was very low, but it happened to be heard by Xitian Bohou.

Xitian Bohou's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the corner of his eyes drifted towards Luo Chuan, revealing a hint of understanding and excitement.

At this moment, Xitian Bohou finally confirmed that Luo Chuan was the fourth disciple that Jiulong Jun had secretly accepted in the past, and the most important backhand that Jiulong Jun used to rectify the chaos and restart the Nine Dragons Immortal Court!

At this time, Xitian Bohou's sword had penetrated deep into the bottom shell of thousands of feet.

A black light emerged from the depths of the bottom shell, and rushed up along his sword! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!