Supreme Immortal Demon

Five deadly copper coins, the lives of five Youyou messengers, Luo Shiqi killed five Youyou messengers in a moment, just to silence Luo Chuan.

The smoke had dissipated, and the might was gone.

In the sky above, there was the Holy Infant King crying and mad in front of Luo Chuan.

And on the branches of the Hongmeng giant tree, there were Luo Shiqi and the five headless corpses in front of him.

A moment later, earth-shaking cheers and applause sounded, and the brothers of the Cannon Fodder Camp looked at the Luo father and son, and everyone's eyes showed a strong sense of pride.

Luo Chuan, Luo Shiqi, the Cannon Fodder Camp, plus a Heavenly Snake True Lord, this force seemed to surpass any party present, and had an absolute advantage in the competition for the Hongmeng giant tree.

The remaining fifty elders of the Demon Cult Palace were silent, looking at Luo Chuan, and then at Luo Shiqi, with fear and uneasiness on their faces.

In order to prevent Luo Chuan from being exposed, Luo Shiqi did not hesitate to kill five Youyou messengers to silence Luo Chuan.

Compared with the five Youyou messengers, the fifty or so elders of the Demon Cult Palace are really not worth mentioning. Since Luo Shiqi can kill the Youyou messengers so casually, then killing them is even more trivial.

Sure enough, on the Hongmeng giant tree, Luo Shiqi leaned down and turned his head to look at the elders of the Demon Cult Palace.

The elders of the Demon Cult Palace all changed color, and many of the powerful elders who were originally in high positions in the foreign land were now weak in their legs.

"The Heaven-fallen Demon Lord Tianluo is the new generation of the master of the temple in the foreign land, the leader of the demons!"

At this moment, a loud shout rang out from the crowd!

Luo Chuan looked down and saw that the one who spoke was the old ape.

The ground ape rolled over and got up, ran to the elders, danced with joy, and spitted: "This ape has long observed the sky at night, calculated the stars, and deduced everything. Master Mo should die! Master Luo should be enthroned! Fellow Taoists, come and welcome Master Luo!"

Many elders of the Demon Cult came to their senses, slapped their foreheads, and cursed themselves in their hearts why they were not as good as a monkey at the critical moment.

"Master Mo should die! Master Luo should rise! Master Luo is the true Lord of the Outer Realm!"

"Long live Master Luo!"

"Congratulations to Master Luo for creating a new generation of the Cult, seizing Hongmeng, and unifying the Outer Realm!"

The elders of the Demon Cult all imitated the ground ape. They bowed to Luo Chuan one after another. Their mouths were full of flattery, pointing to the sky and the earth and patting their chests, swearing to be loyal to Luo Chuan from now on.

"Master son, please show mercy. Reluctantly. Accept them." Luo Shiqi gently turned the copper coins between his fingers. He said with a smile.

"Yes! The Supreme Master is right! Master, please be merciful and accept us with reluctance!" The ground ape raised his head. His eyes were wet and he cried.

"Well, I will accept you... Ahem, I am the Master. From now on, you must serve my temple wholeheartedly. Your ranking is below the cannon fodder camp, and you must not disobey or transgress."

Luo Chuan glanced at more than fifty elders of the Demonic Temple and said lightly. He felt relieved. He had completed most of his layout in the foreign land, and only the final closing was left.

Raising his head, Luo Chuan glanced at Emperor Fusheng, Nanli and Yuyouxi one by one, and finally his eyes fell on Emperor Bailong and Xitian Bohou, smiling slightly: "Brother Bai, fellow Taoist of Xitian, shall we continue? This Hongmeng Dao fruit must be divided after all."

Before Emperor Bailong and Xitian Bohou could speak, a lazy voice sounded from the side.

"Hey, Mr. Luo, what's wrong? You look down on others now that you've become a leader? If it weren't for my help, would you be here today?"

Luo Chuan turned his head to look at Nan Li, who was sneering, and smiled. Just as he was about to say something, a sharp scream came from behind him.

"Luo Chuan! Xitian Bohou! And you... all of you... wait for me! I'll make you look good sooner or later!"

Although the Holy Infant King had shrunk to the size of a three-year-old, his cultivation had declined greatly, but he still had the power of Taoism in his body. In addition, his body was carefully refined for him by the Nine Dragon Lord. As he spoke, the Holy Infant King had already escaped five or six miles away, running wildly in the void corridor. Although he was fast, he was a little panicked.

"Hmph!"

A heavy cold snort sounded, turning into a huge wave of sound waves, exploding in the ears of the Holy Infant King!

The Holy Infant King trembled and spurted out a stream of blood.

The one who snorted coldly was the most miserable emperor-level strongman present, Emperor Fusheng. He was killed as an example by the Holy Infant King and was seriously injured. If it weren't for the wonderful morality he cultivated, he would have probably fallen.

Even though he was seriously injured, when he saw the Holy Infant King running away, Emperor Fusheng was still the first to attack.

In mid-air, the blood that the Holy Infant King spit out suddenly flew up, and the blood scattered like mustard seeds, refining like the universe, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a world of blood and heaven, and crashed heavily into the Holy Infant King.

The Holy Infant King roared, knowing that he was at the moment of life and death, and his life was hanging by a thread. He didn't care about his injuries, pinched the seal with his hands, and used all his Taoist power to hit the blood world opposite.

Both of them were seriously injured emperors, and they both fought hard regardless of life and death, and they fought evenly!

Boom!

The world of blood and heaven shattered, broke into pieces, turned into dust and disappeared.

The Holy Infant King was also knocked back by the Qiankun Blood World, with panic and fear on his face. When he looked up, he saw the sky change, the clouds were like snow, the snow fell like plums, and between the plums and snow, thousands of variables evolved and intersected, hitting him head on!

"How dare you, young man!"

After the Holy Infant King looked at the snow plums, Nan Li, who had a handsome smile on his face, roared.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit in the face by the knife-like snow plums, his nose was bleeding, his eyes were red and swollen, and he was in a mess!

Before the Holy Infant King could attack, a light as white as snow and with seven colors appeared from the side!

The North Pole Divine Light hit his face, just like the Plum Blossom Astrology, mainly attacking the eyes and nose!

Pah!

The Holy Infant King's nose was bleeding again. Although it didn't hurt much and didn't cause much damage, after all, the one who attacked was a younger generation of cultivators who were one or two generations younger than him.

He was a powerful emperor-level warrior, the guardian of the sage, and was slapped in the face and bullied by two young boys. The grief and anger in his heart can be imagined.

"Tsk, he is also called a monster-level genius, but it's just like this." Nan Li sighed softly and said lightly: "Monster-level genius, it's really disappointing."

"He is called a monster, but because his cultivation speed is so fast, it's beyond common sense, and it's fast and stable. He is almost the only one in the world. In addition, his state of mind and fighting methods are well-deserved to be the first weak among the monster-level geniuses of the previous generation." Yu Youxi also said lightly.

Listening to the comments of the two juniors, the Holy Infant King was furious, ashamed and humiliated, but he knew that the most important thing now was to escape from this place and that person.

Taking a deep breath, the Holy Infant King gathered all his strength and turned to fly to the other side.

"Want to escape?"

On the Hongmeng giant tree, Xitian Bohou glanced at the Holy Infant King in the air, with contempt and pity in his eyes, and spat: "It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous. Everyone thinks you are still a monster-level genius. But I know that from the day you betrayed your monarch, your talent has been lost little by little because of the betrayal. Although you have the cultivation of the emperor level, you no longer have the talent you used to have. Now you can barely be a first-class genius."

The Holy Infant King trembled, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, the sound of the sword coming out of the sheath rang in his ears.

Clang!

The Holy Infant King's face changed drastically, and his heart tightened. Before he could figure out what to do, his legs were crushed by the sword of Xitian Bohou, and he fell from the sky!

A painful roar came from the sky.

The White Dragon Emperor raised his head and glanced at the Holy Infant King who fell from the sky. With a flick of his finger, a huge force hit the Holy Infant King's buttocks, and threw the Holy Infant King towards the Hongmeng giant tree.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the Holy Infant King, with broken legs and blood all over his face, fell right at Luo Chuan's feet, his buttocks fell to the ground, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Seeing Luo Chuan again, close at hand, the Holy Infant King trembled, his lips turned blue, and he was so scared that his soul flew away. He kept kowtowed to Luo Chuan, his teeth trembling, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.

Luo Chuan knew that the Holy Infant King only thought he was the reincarnation of the Nine Dragon King, and he had a guilty conscience. He fell into Luo Chuan's hands one after another, so he was naturally scared and silent.

In the peripheral vision, Luo Chuan saw Emperor Fusheng, Nanli and Yu Youxi all cast curious and puzzled glances at him.

The three of them were blinded by the light of the power of the Holy Dao, and did not see how Luo Chuan suppressed the Holy Infant King, let alone connect Luo Chuan with the Nine Dragon King. This is why Luo Shiqi did not kill the three of them together.

"Brother Luo, before dividing the Dao Fruit, think about how to deal with this infant slave." At this time, Emperor Bailong spoke.

Luo Chuan frowned and glanced at Emperor Bailong: "Why, can't you kill him?"

Emperor Bailong smiled and said nothing.

Luo Shiqi appeared beside Luo Chuan at some point, looked at the Holy Infant King crawling at Luo Chuan's feet, and said lightly: "Chuan'er, if you kill him, the saints will know. After all, he is the guardian saint, and has the qualifications to patrol the Thousand Realms on behalf of the saints."

"But if you don't kill him, the saints will also know." The one who spoke was Yu Youxi who gathered around.

At this time, Emperor Fusheng, Nanli, and Yuyouxi all flew up to the Hongmeng giant tree, came close, and surrounded the Holy Infant King.

After being pointed out by Emperor Bailong and Luo Shiqi, they all realized that compared with the Hongmeng giant tree, there was a bigger problem at the moment, that is, the spokesperson of the sages, the Holy Infant King.

Cannot kill, let alone let go, it has become a problem.

Luo Chuan's eyes flashed with divine light, and he said: "Then, if he is abolished from cultivation and sealed and imprisoned, will the sages know?"

"It depends on the situation." Luo Shiqi thought for a while and said: "Unless, he can still do what he should do as usual. The sages are in retreat, and they will only occasionally sense whether he is still alive and whether he is fulfilling his duties as the guardian saint, and will not spend too much effort to investigate specifically."

Luo Chuan nodded, his eyes swept over Emperor Bailong, Xitian Bohou, Emperor Fusheng, Yuyouxi and Nanli one by one, and smiled slightly: "I have a way, but I need the help of all of you." (To be continued..)