Supreme Immortal Demon

The first section of the passage in the ancient world was pitch black, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you. . .

But no matter how dark the place was, it was as bright as day for the Daolun realm cultivators.

Boqiuji and Shuidao Zhenjun hid in the shadows on both sides of the passage, while the other seven Tianchen cultivators of the second stage of Daolun formed a fan-shaped siege array in the passage, quietly waiting for the arrival of the two ancient Zunyu cultivators.

Although these two ancient Zunyu cultivators were also new to Tianchen Buzhou, they might be able to withstand the attack of Prince Yu and survive, which was worth their joint siege.

Both Boqiuji and Shuidao Zhenjun knew that Prince Yu must have shown mercy. Otherwise, these two ancient Zunyu cultivators would have died. If it were two cultivators who could withstand the attack of Prince Yu and survive, Boqiuji and Shuidao Zhenjun would definitely consider it before making a decision. However, the two cultivators in front of them had no other advantages except that their physical bodies were slightly stronger, so Boqiuji and Shuidao Zhenjun were naturally full of confidence.

The two ancient Zunyu monks were getting closer and closer, and soon they were close to the nine people.

Bo Qiuji held a precious bow in his hand, and his arrows were full of energy. He turned his head, looked at the Water Knife Master, and winked. The Water Knife Master flicked his five fingers, like a shadow on the water, and each blade seemed to have signs of life, agile and light.

Behind the two, the seven Tianchen monks also used their own methods, concentrating their minds and calming their breath, ready to go.

In a blink of an eye, the two ancient Zunyu monks were only ten steps away from them.

Bo Qiuji and the Water Knife Master looked at each other and were about to make a move.

Snap!

The figures of the two ancient Zunyu monks were like bubbles that had been punctured. They broke into pieces and disappeared in the corridor.

The nine Tianchen monks were stunned, and a trace of surprise appeared on the chubby face of the Water Knife Master.

"Discovered!"

The next moment, Water Knife Master reacted and showed up without thinking. A protective Dao force shield was wrapped around his body, like a water shadow.

Almost at the same time when the Dao force shield was formed, a flying sword came out from the side and slashed towards his waist, trying to cut him off!

Bang!

The flying sword was blocked by the Dao force shield.

Water Knife Master looked at the white-robed sword cultivator who appeared in front of him. His face was calm. There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "I was discovered by you, which is a bit of talent. Unfortunately, you just came to Tianchen and are new here. You are not familiar with the fighting methods of Tianchen cultivators... Even if you were discovered, you would not be able to escape death today."

After the words fell. Water Knife Master turned the palm of his right hand, flicked his five fingers, and a series of knife lights rose from his fingertips. Like five soaring knife mountains, they slashed towards Zhou Buchen at a very fast speed.

At the same time, Water Knife Master pressed the Baoxiang Suanni with his left hand, muttering something.

A flash of fire flashed across the eyes of Baoxiang Suanni, and it opened its bloody mouth and spewed out an ice-blue flame!

The water knife and ice flame, a domineering and treacherous artistic conception came to Zhou Buchen.

Looking at the Tianchen master opposite, Zhou Buchen's eyes revealed a strong fighting spirit, his aura was vigorous, and his fighting spirit was fierce. He couldn't help but look up and laugh, his "long hair" danced and flew, and there was an empty scabbard in his hand.

"Quiet!"

Zhou Buchen closed his eyes and opened them, uttered a sound, his left hand shuttled through the ice-blue flame, pressed on the top of the Baoxiang Suanni's head, and in his right palm, a piece of white light lingered, and suddenly, the light overflowed and bloomed, densely packed, layered, and gathered in the empty scabbard.

The sword appeared!

Zhou Buchen shook the empty scabbard, and the sword light flashed, facing the sword shadow of the Water Knife Master.

Boom!

In the dark passage, a ball of ice and fire three feet high surged up. The ice and fire were like fog and clouds, covering Zhou Buchen and Shui Dao Zhenjun. There was ice and fire in the sky, and the swords and swords were shining, which was fascinating.

Just a moment later, there was a bang, and the sound of weapons breaking was heard. One of them fell heavily to the ground. The ice and fire fog was filled, and it was unclear who was defeated.

The seven cultivators who followed Shui Dao Zhenjun were full of confidence, either smiling or showing a triumphant look.

Only Bo Qiuji, who was not far away, had a subtle expression. There was confusion and a trace of vigilance and precaution between his eyebrows.

The ice and water mist dissipated, revealing a man half-kneeling on the ground, who was the white-robed sword cultivator from Gu Zunyu.

The seven Tianchen cultivators became more and more proud, but soon, their faces became ugly. They saw that the white-robed sword cultivator was not kneeling on the ground in defeat. He knelt on one leg, but was stroking the Baoxiang Suanni, whispering in a low voice, and it was unknown what he was saying.

Baoxiang Suanni is a different species of Suanni, who likes to eat flesh and blood, has a ferocious temperament, and is extremely difficult to tame.

At the beginning, in order to subdue this Baoxiang Suanni, True Lord Shuidao spent two years preparing, and it took a total of four years to take this Baoxiang Suanni as a mount.

But now, this Baoxiang Suanni is extremely quiet and obediently crawling at the feet of the white-robed monk, rubbing his boots from time to time. There is no fierce look at all, but gentle and docile.

The ice mist continued to dissipate, revealing the scene on the other side - True Lord Shuidao was lying on the ground, spitting blood, and there were water marks of broken water knives scattered around him.

The seven Tianchen monks, including Bo Qiuji, were all horrified.

"What's so special about the battle path of Tianchen Continent? No matter where it is, the battle path that can kill the most people is the best battle path."

A chuckle sounded in Bo Qiuji's ears.

There's one more!

Bo Qiuji suddenly remembered that their original target was two cultivators from the Ancient Venerable Domain.

Turning around quickly, Bo Qiuji saw the cultivator from the Ancient Venerable Domain who had come behind him at some point.

Black robe, scarred face, curly beard, tall and straight figure, ugly face that people dare not look directly at, but actually exudes a kind of affinity. Even the voice just now does not sound like someone with such a face, it is very absurd.

But the next moment, the affinity of that person disappeared, replaced by a trace of cold murderous intent.

Bo Qiuji's scalp numbed, and he felt cold all over, unable to move.

He wanted to pull out the treasure bow, but suddenly found that the treasure bow was so far away from him that it was difficult to reach out.

"We met for the first time, and we are not close friends. Next year, I will not go to your grave to burn incense."

Luo Chuan smiled slightly, stretched out his thumb, pressed on Bo Qiuji's eyebrows, and a destructive force flowed in along his fingertips.

Bo Qiuji opened his mouth and looked at Luo Chuan in disbelief. When he was dying, his mind was full of questions and confusion... Who is he, why would he know what I said before.

Bang!

Bo Qiuji fell to the ground. The bow king who dominated the Nine Kingdoms Alliance died on his fifth treasure hunting trip in the ancient world.

Luo Chuan raised his hand and put the treasure bow and Bo Qiuji's storage ring into his sleeve, then looked at Zhou Buchen.

Zhou Buchen raised his head and looked at the pale-faced Water Blade Master who was struggling to get up with a playful look, and patted the head of Suanni: "Go."

The ten-foot-long Baoxiang Suanni roared, burning with ice-blue flames all over his body, and pounced on Bo Qiuji.

"Stop!"

"You beast, you are so presumptuous!"

The seven monks brought by Bo Qiuji were loyal. They scolded and protected Bo Qiuji.

Luo Chuan and Zhou Buchen shook at the same time.

In the dark corridor, several muffled groans were heard, and corpses fell to the ground one by one. Luo Chuan and Zhou Buchen looked like ghosts. The prey of the previous moment became hunters at this time, harvesting the lives of Tianchen monks.

"Luo Chuan, when did you become so uninterested in fighting? If there hadn't been an assassination just now, you and the archer could have fought for at least three or five moves."

After two finger snaps, Zhou Buchen stood among the corpses and asked.

"The purpose of fighting is to kill people. If it can be easy, why bother? What's more, these monks are really not opponents."

Luo Chuan collected the spoils while talking, and in a blink of an eye, eight more storage rings appeared in his sleeves.

Luo Chuan took out four storage rings and handed them to Zhou Buchen: "Old Zhou, hurry up, I don't want to be caught up by Yu Youxi. You know, I'm afraid of trouble."

Zhou Buchen took the storage rings and laughed dumbly, but a trace of heaviness flashed in the depths of his eyes. He knew that the gap between him and Luo Chuan was widening little by little. It was like this today. In another ten, twenty, thirty years... what kind of gap will it reach?

Opportunity... I should also find my own opportunity.

Zhou Buchen thought to himself.

The bodies of the nine Tianchen monks lay quietly in the middle of the passage. The bodies were incomplete, as if they had been gnawed, but Luo Chuan and Zhou Buchen were gone.

A gust of cold wind blew by, leaving a human figure in the wind.

Yu Youxi stood quietly in the middle of the bodies, where Zhou Buchen had been before, his cold eyes swept over every wound on the bodies, his face thoughtful.

"When did Prince Yu become interested in the domain monks who had just ascended?"

The woman's voice sounded.

A green light flashed, and Lou Xuanyin stepped on Qingluan and flew over slowly. His eyes swept across the corpse on the ground, and there was a hint of surprise in his tone: "Killed by a ferocious beast?"

"It's just a cover-up. The murderer clearly didn't want to reveal his method." Yu Youxi said lightly: "But no matter how well they cover up, they still can't cover up everything. One of them uses a sword, and the other uses a fist."

"One uses a sword, and the other uses a fist."

Lou Xuanyin looked calm, looked at Yu Youxi, and asked casually: "I heard that Prince Yu came here to chase two domain cultivators who specialize in physical cultivation. I don't know what skills those two people have and what they look like, so they can trouble Prince Yu to come."

"I'm just a little curious about their skills. What's going on? Is Fairy Lou also looking for someone?" It was not until this time that Yu Youxi turned his eyes to Lou Xuanyin. The great beauty of Donghua Sect, whose name was spread all over Tianchen, could not make Yu Youxi's eyes linger for a little longer.

"How could that be? I don't have any acquaintances here. I came here only to care about Prince Yu. Prince Yu has just come to our Donghua Sect's territory. If our Donghua Sect fails to protect him well, and Prince Yu has any mishaps, the North Pole Emperor will ask about it, and Donghua Sect cannot afford it." Lou Xuanyin's tone was cold, with a needle hidden in his cotton.

Yu Youxi didn't say anything more, and looked at the fingerprint on Bo Qiuji's head again, then his figure flashed, swept forward, and soon disappeared from Lou Xuanyin's sight. (To be continued...)