Supreme Immortal Demon

"There is no choice, we have already provoked it. ⌒, w↑ww.23w⌒x.c￡om"

In the calm and chaotic sea, Luo Chuan looked at the retreating figure and said calmly: "Even if I kill him and his followers, that organization will continue to send people to look for me, and may even provoke their revenge. If you must get into trouble, the best thing to do is to maintain a good relationship with them for the time being.”

Emperor Yao Yu was silent for a while and nodded slowly: "That's the only way. In this way, at least you can avoid the trouble of making too many enemies at the moment. When your power develops, you won't need to be afraid of them."

"Afraid? I'm not afraid. If I use Tianmen Xuanshen, plus your assistance, I might have a chance to kill Zhang Yuanwai in the sea. But in this way, my identity as a Tianmen monk will be exposed. What's more, , I am indeed quite interested in Molou’s Xuan Shen method.”

Luo Chuan glanced at Emperor Yao Yu inexplicably and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that you are quite concerned about me."

"Who cares about you? Don't be sentimental. If you didn't have those innate profound marks on your body, I wouldn't bother to care about you." Emperor Yao Yu turned his head and said coldly.

After reaching an agreement with Luo Chuan, Zhang Yuanwai left first with his followers. During the conversation between the two, they also mentioned Daojun Fatian. Daojun Fatian is considered a young monk who receives special care in Molou, and his teacher is also an elder of Molou. Zhang Yuanwai hopes to resolve the grudge between Daojun Fatian and Luo Chuan.

However, Luo Chuan knew very well that the hatred of his imprisoned wife and son was not so easy to resolve.

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Northeast of Hunhai, there are volcanoes.

Volcanoes are not rooted in the ocean floor. Instead, it stands on a field of monster eggs that stretch for hundreds of miles. The monster eggs are the eggs of the Sea Turtle. After tens of millions of years of wind erosion and water erosion, they have now become petrified. They are suspended on the sea in a strange way, but they are more stable than those continents and islands that extend and rise from the bottom of the sea. , just because this kind of tortoise carries the ancient path and is a being with extraordinary blood.

It's hard to find a tortoise in the sky, it's hidden in the world.

The tortoise carrying the sky carries the moral principle of repulsion, which is equivalent to holding two poles at the same time, repelling the same pole. Opposites attract each other. It wants to hide, and it only needs to release the morality of repulsion, even the emperor will be hard to find.

Thousands of turtle eggs that have become volcanic tidal flats in front of Polang Fairy City are placed anywhere in the Nine Heavens Realm. They are all rare sights. Unfortunately. The eggs have been petrified, and their essence has been completely sealed in the moral principles of repulsion. No one will try to absorb the original essence from these fossils. Firstly, there is no way to absorb it, and secondly, no one knows the consequences of doing so.

The fire-colored gravel spread in the scorching evening wind. When it reached the highest point, the silver dragon exploded, and the mana brilliance of the spear tip bloomed in the gravel like pear blossoms in a rainstorm!

Boom!

The seawater twitched, stirred, and rolled, and the waves, driven by the force of the gun, surged ten miles away and smashed into a rocky island with a radius of half a mile.

In front of the volcanic beach, the young man stabbed out his gun one after another, practicing his gun skills.

His gun, his eyes, and every shout he made burst out with all their strength, as if they were venting something.

After leaving the Tiannan Territory, I followed my master to explore the nine-day world where immortals and demons were rampant. Looking back at my father, whom I admired so much when I was a child, I realized that the art of mastery of guns that I once admired so much was not even as good as the second-rate skills of a small sect, let alone the second-rate skills of a small sect. Talk about the top techniques taught by Master. But Zhuang Zhou has never given up practicing gun skills. As long as he has the silver gun in his hand, he feels that his father who is far away in Tiannan Region is beside him. Ever since he was a child, gun skills have been his first pursuit. , no matter how many people told him that practicing gunplay had no future, Zhuang Zhou would never give up.

Not far behind Zhuang Zhou, a stern young man who was younger than him sat on the ground, looking at Zhuang Zhou from time to time, with amusement, disdain, and a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

He didn't know how many times he practiced until he was exhausted, and then Zhuang Zhou put away his gun, turned around, and walked towards Prince Tianhai.

The emotions on Li'er's face instantly subsided and became silly again.

"Li'er, tell me, why is it so difficult to like someone?"

Walking to Prince Tianhai, Zhuang Zhou thrust his silver spear into the gravel and sighed.

Li'er was drawing circles on the ground with one hand, with a silly smile on his face, and he was having a great time grabbing rocks and smashing sand crabs with his other hand.

"I know you don't understand, but besides you, junior brother, I can't find anyone to talk to." Zhuang Zhou sat next to Li'er, holding his head with one hand and stroking Li'er's head with the other, looking into the distance: " I know that there is a huge gap between us, so logically, I shouldn’t fall in love with you... But, Li’er, I just can’t help but fall in love with you. "

Li'er was touched all over by Zhuang Zhou, with goosebumps all over her body. She drooped her head, and her eyes flashed with deep resentment and disdain.

...Fuck you if you like it, you idiot! You just like it but don't say it, come over and touch my head! what is this!

... With a cheap master like Luo Chuan protecting him, no one would dare to like him. The gap is too big... I shouldn't like... Could it be... You shouldn't be... Shouldn't you like the master?

Li'er shuddered subconsciously and quietly moved aside. Zhuang Zhou rambled on, and when he got emotional, he actually held Li'er in his arms and vomited his bitterness.

In desperation, Li'er had no choice but to smash the sand crabs. Before long, thousands of sand crabs had died in his hands. At this moment, he had already thought of hundreds of ways to kill this annoying senior brother and dump his body. But after much thought, he found that none of the hundreds of ways could be concealed from the master, so he had to give up.

"She is in the Daolun realm, but I am only in the Nascent Soul realm... plus... hey, there is no possibility between us!"

Zhuang Zhou pretended to be mature and sighed, his eyes confused.

Young people do not know the taste of sorrow, once they really start to worry, they will worry for a long time.

Fortunately, fortunately... Li Er secretly breathed a sigh of relief, no longer rejected Zhuang Zhou's intimate behavior, secretly thinking about the sweetheart of his cheap senior brother, and soon Li Er had the answer.

"Could it be her..."

Li Er sneered, if it was really her, it would be a bit difficult.

At this time, more than 20 young monks came out from behind a volcanic rock. The lowest cultivation level of this group of young monks was the Nascent Soul Stage 2, and the three leaders were all monks of the Return to Void Stage 2. At their age, they can have such cultivation, and their backgrounds must not be low.

"Hey, aren't these the eldest and second disciples of Luo Jue? Brother Zhuang, I just happened to pass by and accidentally heard something I shouldn't have heard."

"It turns out that Brother Zhuang already has a lover. Aren't you the eldest disciple of Luo Jue? How many women in this world want to curry favor with you but can't? Could it be that you like... your master's woman?"

"Hahaha, Brother Zhuang, Brother Zhuang, this is wrong. How can you like your master's wife? This is treason!"

Seeing this group of people appear, Zhuang Zhou pulled Li'er and was about to leave.

But when the last sentence came, Zhuang Zhou's footsteps suddenly stopped, his face showed anger, and he turned around and shouted: "Shut up! What nonsense are you talking about!"

"We are talking nonsense?" The tall and thin monk in the lead raised his mouth slightly and said sarcastically: "We heard you say it yourself before, you like someone you shouldn't like. Tsk tsk, you are Luo Chuan's disciple, with such a domineering master, what else can a disciple be afraid of? Unless... it is a matter of betraying the master and destroying the ancestors."

"I don't want to argue with you today. But if you continue to slander like this, I don't mind teaching you a lesson."

Zhuang Zhou held a gun in his right hand, intentionally or unintentionally protecting Li'er beside him.

Facing more than 20 geniuses from the three sects of Polang Xiancheng whose cultivation was higher than his, Zhuang Zhou held a gun, his body was as steady as a mountain, his face was fearless, and his eyes were cold.

The young monks of Polang Xiancheng were stunned by Zhuang Zhou's momentum and reacted in an instant.

"Zhuang Zhou, don't try to scare us."

Another young cultivator of the second level of Guixu looked at the Crown Prince of Tianhai behind Zhuang Zhou and sneered: "Everyone in Hunhai knows that your master, Luo Jue, is a domineering person, but he has a unique vision for accepting disciples. The second disciple is a fool, the third disciple is a loser, how good can you, the eldest disciple, be? Haha, if you really have the courage, challenge us and let us see your master's style."

"Don't slander my master!"

Zhuang Zhou was so angry that his chest rose and fell slightly. He finally calmed down and thought of what the man said to him. He took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "I won't fight with you."

After that, Zhuang Zhou pulled Li'er back.

"What? Don't you dare? Don't worry, we won't bully you. My junior brother Sun Ping is also at the second stage of Nascent Soul like you. You can just compare your moves." The young cultivator at the second stage of Return to Void laughed, with mockery and ridicule in his eyes: "Could it be that, as the rumors say, your master Luo Chuan's vision is so bad that even his disciples are not confident in themselves? If so, as long as you admit in public that you, Zhuang Zhou, are not as good as the disciples of the same generation in the three sects of Beihai, we will let you go."

Zhuang Zhou continued to move forward, the anger and frustration in his heart were like a raging storm, hitting his state of mind again and again.

Young people are full of passion, and Zhuang Zhou is the same. He is a man without any scheming. If someone insulted his master like this in other places, he would have taken action long ago, no matter who the other party was.

But this is Polang City in the north of Hunhai, and the disciples who came to provoke are Wuxin Sect, Kunlun Sect and Jibei Sect. Beihai has one emperor and one tyrant, and these three sects are the latter.

Master is not around, as the master's eldest disciple, Zhuang Zhou has to consider a lot, such as their situation in Polang City. And she also said that if you can avoid trouble, don't cause trouble. His master has a lot of plans, causing trouble for the master is one of them, and it is also a life-threatening situation for them.

Therefore, Zhuang Zhou can only swallow his anger. He doesn't want to be inadvertently caught by those big forces, or be caught by the Polang City forces to deal with his master.

"Brother Zhuang, don't be in a hurry to leave. This Taoist Sun Ping, ask Brother Zhuang for advice."

A young monk in his twenties laughed, rushed out of the crowd, holding a flying sword, and rushed towards Zhuang Zhou. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!