Supreme Immortal Demon

Beside the turquoise pool, Cao Xian fought alone against twelve black-robed monks riding Suan Ni. ()

Although orthodox monks in ancient times did not like fighting, it did not mean that they were not good at fighting. The ancient treasures such as Cao Xian and other first-class monks, their fighting methods and methods are by no means inferior to any human master.

With just one glance, Cao Xian could see that the real power of these twelve black-robed monks lay in the black-armored Suan Ni under them and their joint formation. As soon as they fought, Cao Xian scattered them and ordered the twelve It was difficult for the black-robed monks to unite into a formation, and they quickly gained the upper hand.

Wow!

The lava formation was broken by Luo Chuan with one finger and shattered on the ground.

Luo Chuan and Zhou Buchen jumped up high and turned into two divine flowers. They didn't need to speak, and they seemed to have a clear understanding of each other. Luo Chuan flew towards the Wuying True Monarch, while Zhou Buchen flew towards the twelve Suanni monks.

"Master Cao Xian! Xiao Xuan is here to help you!"

Xuanzhen Dumu shouted loudly, and streaks of Xuanhuang Qi lingered around the wooden body, and the aura of the wooden body began to become different.

It was held in the palm of Zhou Buchen's hand, and the energy was connected, like the wooden body of a stick. At this time, it was emitting sword energy, gathering into a sword blade.

Before he could even take a breath, Zhou Buchen came up behind the twelve black-armored Suan Ni monks. He had the Xuanzhen tree in his left hand and an empty scabbard in his right hand. The two sword edges shot out at the same time, converging into a wandering cross sword energy. , heading straight towards the twelve black-robed monks.

"Leave this to me, and you go deal with that old turtle!" Zhou Buchen shouted to the Cao Xian.

As early as in the lava formation, Luo Chuan and Zhou Buchen were observing the battle situation. The strongest people on both sides were Cao Xian and the old turtle who kept yawning. The old turtle seemed lazy. In fact, he is the powerful leader of the Miefa Building.

"You... can you?" Cao Xian frowned slightly.

Zhou Buchen gave a long laugh, a flash of white light flashed in his eyes, and his energy locked onto the twelve black-armored Suanni.

"Get up!" Zhou Buchen roared.

Twelve black-armored Suan Ni suddenly jumped up and threw twelve black-robed monks on their backs away. At the same time, Zhou Buchen's sword energy drove straight in, sweeping towards the twelve black-robed monks, and in a blink of an eye, the twelve monks from the Destruction Tower were involved in his battle circle. In the battle circle, the twelve cultivators of the Destruction Building faced not only Zhou Buchen's double swords, but also the attacks of the twelve black-armored Suanni.

Seeing this, Cao Xian nodded slightly. Tap your toes lightly. Sweeping towards the old turtle.

At the same time, Luo Chuan has also approached True Monarch Wuying.

"Do you dare to get off the turtle's back?" Luo Chuan looked at True Lord Wuying and said calmly.

"To deal with a little bastard like you, how can I, the young master, take any action?" True Lord Wuying said with sarcasm on his face. A strange color flashed in his eyes.

Since entering the lava cave. The old turtle under the Wuying True Monarch has been sizing up Luo Chuan.

At this time, one turtle and one person were less than ten steps apart. The old turtle stared at Luo Chuan closely, and two earth-yellow divine flowers suddenly released from his drooping eyes: "It turns out to be a disguise. Let me go!"

The old turtle opened his mouth and spit out a stream of yellow wind. The yellow wind swept towards Luo Chuan. Luo Chuan swayed and dodged to the other side, but was still caught by the yellow wind. The disguised appearance on his face shrank and withered in the yellow wind, gradually revealing Luo Chuan's original appearance.

"It's you!" Old Turtle stared at Luo Chuan's appearance, and the young monk he met more than ten years ago when he was still under the seat of the ancestor of Xuantu Domain appeared in his mind.

Although the young genius he met at that time was just a thought in his mind, the appearance of the figure in that thought was the same as the monk in front of him, only younger.

"It's you……"

Feeling the rich black earth atmosphere in the yellow wind, a memory from Luo Chuan's past was awakened.

That was when Luo Chuan was trying to break into the Bone Celestial Prison Palace in the Tiannan Region. Luo Chuan's thoughts soared, and by chance, he went to the four realms of Feng Shui, Earth and Fire among the ten major realms of the Tiannan Region, and borrowed the four thunder tribulations. It was in the Xuantu Domain that Luo Chuan saw the old turtle in front of him.

At that time, Luo Chuan was still a fledgling, and he didn't know how big the world was. When facing the master of a domain, he promised that when he competed with young monks from the Four Elephants Domain in the future, he would give up three moves first. Thinking about it now, Luo Chuan felt a little ridiculous.

But why did this old turtle from the Xuantu Realm enter the Law Extinguishing Building in Tianchen Continent and become the mount of the young master of the Law Extinguishing Building? Is there any connection between this?

Luo Chuan looked at Old Turtle and suddenly asked: "Is he a monk from the Xuantu Realm?"

There was an inexplicable smile on Old Turtle's face, and he said, "If so, will you really let him do three moves?"

Give three moves?

In the battle circle on the other side, Zhou Buchen raised his eyebrows with a strange look on his face. Although he didn't fight against the Shadowless Lord, he could still feel how powerful he was.

"You want me to do three moves?" True Lord Wuying laughed dumbly and looked at Luo Chuan with an unspeakably funny look in his eyes.

Just as the two of them were talking, Cao Xian was already approaching True Monarch Wuying.

"Give back my children!" Cao Xian roared towards True Lord Wuying.

"What a troublesome thing." The old turtle shook his head, jumped up, and faced the Grass Fairy. In a blink of an eye, he was already fighting with the Grass Fairy.

"Forget it, let me, young master, talk to you for a while."

True Lord Wuying chuckled. He was suspended in mid-air, arms folded, looking down at Luo Chuan. His aura was rising all over his body, and four circles of khaki divine light appeared behind his head.

Looking at the Divine Glory of the Shadowless Lord, Luo Chuan was already convinced in his heart that the Shadowless Lord was indeed from the Xuantu Realm.

Suddenly at this moment, alarm bells rang in Luo Chuan's mind.

While Tianmen was thinking, the black shadow ghostly appeared behind him, wrapped in the black energy, and struck with a palm.

In a blink of an eye, Luo Chuan's body turned into a series of wind shadows, and he avoided the sneak attack of the shadow at the critical moment.

"You, stop, I will leave this man to this young master. Speaking of which, this young master has not taken action personally for a long time."

True Lord Wuying raised his hand to stop the shadow who was about to chase him, and smiled slightly.

The shadow shook and appeared behind True Lord Wuying, staring at Luo Chuan, and said after a while: "This person is a little dangerous."

"Dangerous? Hahaha... Shadow, you think too much." True Lord Wuying laughed out loud.

While Luo Chuan looked at True Lord Wuying, he secretly watched the shadow, but he felt a little strange in his heart.

As early as when he heard Yu Youxi talking about the Miefa Tower, Luo Chuan's mind flashed Jiulong Jun's memory of the Miefa Tower. In Jiulong Jun's memory, he hated the Miefa Tower. In the past thirty years, the Miefa Tower has never stopped assassinating Jiulong Jun. Although it has never succeeded once, it has also made Jiulong Jun tireless. What impressed Jiulong Jun the most was the young monk who was the only one to escape in the last assassination, that is, the monk who called himself the young master in front of him.

Being able to escape from Jiulong Xianting, this person must be the best among the younger generation of Jiutian Realm, at least with top talent.

However, although the monk in gorgeous clothes in front of him had a great momentum, a deep enough aura, and looked exactly the same as the young monk in Jiulong Jun's memory, Luo Chuan always felt that something was wrong. Compared with the genius monk who assassinated Jiulong Jun and escaped unscathed in Luo Chuan's imagination, he seemed to be missing something.

In the cave, Zhou Buchen controlled the twelve Suanni and fought against the twelve monks of the Destroying Tower alone. The old turtle and the grass fairy were entangled together, and it was difficult to tell who was better.

In addition to these two battle circles, there was a third battle circle that was about to be brewed, which was Luo Chuan and Wuying Zhenjun.

Luo Chuan stared at Wuying Zhenjun, and his whole body was full of energy.

The monk in gorgeous clothes in front of him has the cultivation of the fourth level of Daolun, and he has assassinated Jiulongjun. Luo Chuan knows without thinking that this person must be the top figure among the young generation of Tianchenbuzhou. Even if he is a little strange, he will not underestimate the enemy at this time.

On the other hand, the eyes of Wuying Zhenjun are full of contempt when he looks at Luo Chuan. After all, how can a monk who has just appeared in Tianchenbuzhou, who is unknown and hopeless, be compared with his genius who is the fifth on the Tianbang.

Compared with Wuying Zhenjun's ease, the shadow behind him has been staring at Luo Chuan, revealing a hint of caution.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh... a series of broken wind sounds came from a distance.

It was the twenty or so monks of the Nine Nations Alliance who entered the ancient world from the other three ancient roads. They noticed the battle here and rushed over.

Before they got close, the twenty or so monks of the Nine Nations Alliance saw the scene in the cave, especially the twelve black-robed monks and the old turtle. They all showed horror and stopped outside the swamp cave, not daring to move forward.

"The Destroying Law Building... Those are the people from the Destroying Law Building!"

"How could the people from the Destroying Law Building appear here?"

"Wait... That person seems to be... True Lord Wuying! Wherever True Lord Wuying goes, there must be a shadow following him!"

"Strange, who is the person standing opposite True Lord Wuying?"

The cultivators of the Nine Nations Alliance were whispering, with fear on their faces, and then they saw True Lord Wuying suddenly jump high, turning into a mysterious and dark light and shadow, laughing and rushing towards the cultivator opposite him.

However, something that shocked the cultivators of the Nine Nations Alliance happened.

"Well, you have received the favor of that senior in the past. Today, I will let you start with three moves." The young cultivator standing opposite True Lord Wuying said.

Hearing this, the cultivators of the Nine Nations Alliance were dumbfounded.

Most of them were cultivators of the first level of the heavens, and their seniority was higher than True Lord Wuying, but even if they met True Lord Wuying, they would never dare to say such big words, and they would not even dare to be his enemy. Apart from the identity of Wuying Zhenjun, his method of assassinating Jiulongjun without a trace is enough to intimidate the Nine Heavens cultivators. What's more, he is the fifth top genius on the Heavenly Ranking. Such geniuses often have strengths that surpass their own realms.

"You really want to let this young master take three moves? You really don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is."

Wuying Zhenjun showed a trace of sympathy on his pale face, disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was behind Luo Chuan.

Hu... Hu...

At this moment, a violent wind sounded in the swamp cave.

Dense black wind shadows rose from behind Luo Chuan, rotating like pillars, and instantly appeared in all directions of Luo Chuan, up and down, left and right, surrounding and enveloping him.

The black wind shadows appeared too quickly, too quickly, and the cultivators of the Nine Nations Alliance had not yet recovered, and thousands of black divine auras wrapped in majestic Taoist power and sharp as needles submerged the young cultivator in front of Wuying Zhenjun. (To be continued...)