Supreme Immortal Demon

Hearing this, Yushan Ji's pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes flashed with ferocity, and he pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something. ￠≤

At this moment, Luo Chuan had already flown out.

"Luo Chuan? You want to kill me? Hahaha, come on!"

Yushan Ji laughed in anger, and his ten thousand feet body swayed slightly forward. In an instant, another phantom of the Dharma Realm appeared!

Wow!

In mid-air, Luo Chuan waved his colorful feathers fiercely.

The seven-color divine aura surged out like waves, brushing towards Yushan Ji, but was resisted by the phantom clone of the Dharma Realm, and was swept into the void instead of Yushan Ji.

Yushan Ji approached quickly, and the Dharma Realm filled the sky and earth, grabbing Luo Chuan like a giant dragon slapping a mosquito.

Luo Chuan was not in a hurry, and the colorful feathers kept waving, releasing the seven-color divine aura to brush towards Yushan Ji.

Although Yushan Ji is a veteran emperor, it is no problem for him to face Luo Chuan head-on. However, Luo Chuan has seven-colored feathers that are already above the ninth rank, which have helped Luo Chuan fight against emperors. Now that he has merged with the innate mysterious pattern, the quality of the seven-colored feathers has been improved again. When the seven-colored divine aura is swiped out, even Yushan Ji, a giant of the Yu family with many back-up killing tricks, has to use all his tricks to barely avoid the seven-colored divine aura.

Snap! Snap! Snap...

Every time Luo Chuan swipes out a seven-colored divine aura, he can swipe away a phantom of Yushan Ji's Dharma image, forcing Yushan Ji to stop three hundred steps away and dodge constantly. He wants to move forward but is afraid of Luo Chuan's magic weapon. He wants to retreat but is afraid that the mansion will be robbed.

At dawn, the monks of Polang City also woke up one after another, either getting up or entering meditation.

The location of Yu Family's Second Mansion in Polang City is not remote, but when the first ray of morning light descended from the sky, the day grew and the night receded, and Polang City gradually recovered its vitality, no one noticed the predicament of Yu Family's Second Mansion.

With just one magic weapon, Luo Chuan trapped Yu Family's Second Mansion.

If the monks of Polang City saw it, Luo Chuan's reputation as a giant after last night would be more convincing.

Pah!

Another phantom of the Dharma image was swept into the void.

Yu Shanji's forehead was covered with sweat, and his face was slightly pale. It was obvious that his vitality and Tao power were consumed violently, and he didn't know how long he could hold on.

"Why..." Yu Shanji looked around. No one came, and several monks of Polang City who were wandering around a hundred miles away didn't even look at him.

In a flash, Yushanji understood: "Luochuan, you have isolated the Yu family's secondary mansion."

"That's right. Otherwise, how dare I come." Luochuan said lightly: "The net has been laid, why don't you surrender? I know you can't hold on for much longer."

"Hmph, can you hold on for much longer?" Yushanji's face flashed with a look of unwillingness to admit defeat: "Magic weapons need to consume treasure power. When the treasure power is consumed, it will begin to consume your own vitality and Taoist power. So... Luochuan. I can afford it. The one who can't afford it is you!"

"You are obviously at a disadvantage, but you are still here to strengthen your momentum and want to deceive yourself. Aren't you afraid that the disciples in your mansion will laugh at you?" Luochuan sneered.

"You just rely on a good treasure to temporarily isolate my Yu family's fairy mansion. When the disciples outside the mansion come back and find that they can't enter, they will go to inform the main family. Luochuan, Luochuan, no matter how arrogant you are. What you do is just a waste of time. Dare to provoke the Yu family, your fate is doomed."

Yushanji also sneered.

As if cooperating with Yushanji. As soon as the voice fell, two Yu family disciples in the realm of true Dao were flying back from the west, and were about to encounter the barrier set up by Luo Chuan.

Seeing the two Yu family disciples, Yushanji's smile became even bigger. As long as the two disciples failed to enter the territory where the secondary mansion was located, they would immediately ask for help from the main family, whether it was the main family. Or Yu Guiyue who brought masters into Polang City, or the two allies contacted by Yu Guiyue, as long as one of them came, they could break the siege of the secondary mansion, and all three parties came. Luo Chuan would definitely die.

But just when the two Yu family disciples were about to hit the barrier, the wind blew in the forest, and a residual shadow passed by, but it was the black wind and the black shadow.

Click.

The two Yu family disciples were killed by Qiu Feng, the second emperor of the Black Wind Sect, and fell outside the secondary mansion.

Qiu Feng did not stop, and turned into an invisible and colorless wind shadow, flying around the barrier, looking for suspicious monks who were suspected to be disciples of the secondary mansion.

Yushanji's heart was chilled, and he subconsciously looked into the distance. His eyes fell on the bank of Wendao River. He was suddenly startled, and the chill surged, almost freezing him.

On the Wendao River, three disciples stepped on bamboo poles. Not far away, by the waterside pavilion, stood three people, Emperor Yaoyu, Fairy Yuxing and... Luo Chuan!

"You are not here... How could you..."

Yushanji looked at Luo Chuan holding a colorful feather in the air in surprise. After a moment, he reacted: "The art of transformation... Did you transform the man by the river? No wonder even I can't see the mystery."

Yushanji said the last sentence very lightly, and his tone was intentionally relaxed and indifferent.

But in fact, he was already extremely cautious and fearful in his heart. The young cultivator opposite surprised people again and again. He didn't make a move, but once he made a move, it seemed that he had calculated everything. It seemed reckless and impulsive, but in fact, it was like a sword move. When you practice to a high level, you can be very skillful.

All of this, from the bamboo pole training, to the duel with Kunlun Taoist, to the isolation barrier in front of them, the arrangements made by Qiu Feng and others, including the almost imperceptible clone image transformed by Luo Chuan...all of this he did was closely linked to one another. It was ridiculous that the monks from Polang City did not recognize the deception and just thought that Luo Chuan was really leading his three silly disciples to practice standing on bamboo poles.

Who knows if Luo Chuan will have other tricks? And no one knows what he will do next.

Yu Shanji stared at the colorful feathers in Luo Chuan's hand. He suddenly remembered the conversation with Yu Guiyue, the genius female cultivator of the master family. Perhaps from the moment Luo Chuan set foot in Polang City, he had already made a plan and quietly involved all the forces of Polang City.

Although Yu Guiyue proposed to strike first, it was Luo Chuan who really struck first and did not play by the rules.

"Rong'er!"

"Brother Hui!"

The Yu family cultivators in the secondary mansion all showed grief when they saw the two children of their family who died tragically. When they were so sad that they were moved, many of them cried in public.

The two Yu family cultivators who were killed were very popular among the Yu family. The key point was that the Yu family children who were usually high and mighty were now being beaten behind closed doors. Everyone felt extremely aggrieved and angry.

"Revenge them!"

"Yeah, with so many of us, how could we be afraid of just over 200 of them?"

"Kill! Kill Luo Chuan! Kill all the cannon fodders."

The stimulated Yu family monks flew out one after another, each riding a magic weapon flying sword to the top of the sky, killing the cannon fodder brothers who were sneering.

"A mob." Wang Hu said indifferently.

"Your mood was too bad, and you were so scared that you forgot to form a formation." Li Xiaochen shook his head.

"Kill them. The boss said that he would kill people tonight."

Red Beard's voice was even colder and more straightforward than Wang Hu's. He drove the Hundred-foot Treasure Elephant and led his cannon fodder brothers to fight against the Yu family monks.

Although there were thousands of Yu family monks, the younger monks were all in a state of confusion and instability, so they were no match for the cannon fodder.

Led by Wang Hu, Li Xiaochen and Red Beard, the three leaders of the Cannon Fodder Camp, the brothers dispersed into three blood-purple iron streams, and like three sharp swords, they pierced through the camp of the Yu Family monks in the blink of an eye. They pierced through thousands of Yu Family monks.

Screams and groans were heard.

Almost all the injured, fallen and seriously injured were Yu Family monks. Only one brother from the Cannon Fodder Camp had a finger injured, but he was too excited during the fight and cut his finger.

With the Demon Luo Xianyan and the battle formation taught by Luo Chuan, the combat power exerted by the brothers of the Cannon Fodder Camp has reached the level of a single blow from the Emperor.

Therefore, in just the first confrontation, in a short moment, nearly a hundred Yu Family monks were injured, and eight of them were seriously injured and died.

Bang!

Another Dharma phantom was swept away by the Seven-Colored Divine Hua.

Yushanji took two steps back and three steps, his body swayed, but the vitality and power in his body could no longer support his ten thousand feet Dharma image, and he turned back to his original form.

"Hurry up and save the youngsters!"

Yushanji turned to the three sub-emperors who were fighting against the enemy with him not far away and shouted.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the Yu family's sub-mansion is his life's work. Every disciple of the sub-mansion who has the power of Taoism has devoted too much energy and resources, and each one is extremely rare.

The three sub-emperors hesitated for a moment, turned around and rushed to the cannon fodder camp.

These three sub-emperors can be regarded as Yushanji's backhand killer move. The three of them joined forces to form a formation. They can exert the fighting power of the emperor. Although it is useless against the seven-color divine brilliance, they can steadily suppress the cannon fodder camp.

Boom... Boom!

There were loud noises one after another. With the participation of the three sub-emperors, the cannon fodder camp retreated step by step. Although no one was injured, they were also slightly embarrassed.

Bang!

Yushan Ji once again avoided the colorful divine aura, his eyes swept across the colorful divine aura that was not as strong as before, his eyes lit up, and he laughed out loud: "Luo Chuan, this round, you have already lost! The cannon fodder camp is no match for my Yu family cultivators, and your magic power has been exhausted. What can you use to compete with my Yu family? Humph, even if you have predicted the secrets of heaven and arranged everything in advance, you still don’t have the power to turn the tables! Hahaha..."

"Turn the tables? Do you really think you are better than me?"

Luo Chuan looked at the second mansion master of the Yu family who seemed to be breathing a sigh of relief, and calmly put away the colorful feathers, but soon, a gourd with a mysterious pattern appeared in his left palm, and a pagoda stood on the palm of his right hand, which also had a mysterious pattern and exuded the aura of treasure power that only heaven-grade magic weapons can have.

Yushan Ji was startled, his laughter stopped abruptly, and his face turned pale.

At this moment, a cry came from the sky.

In the corner of his eye, Yushan Ji saw that the three sub-emperors were forced to retreat, and what forced them back was actually the precious sword in Wang Hu's hand. On the back of the sword, two fusion lines were engraved.

"Kill!"

"Damn it! I can finally try this precious sword."

"Tsk, your sword has two fusion lines, but mine has two and a half!"

"Two and a half? There will be half a line? What are you talking about in your sleep!"

Gulp!

Yushan Ji swallowed his saliva, his face was as white as paper, and he subconsciously took two steps back. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!