Supreme Immortal Demon

The female Taoist's face was wrapped behind a veil, which was vague and could not be seen clearly. All she could see was a pair of bright and moving eyes, like a lonely moon in the cold sky, full of peerless beauty, but outside of all living beings. △

"Did you send someone to die again?"

"King Maya, is this your method? You don't dare to come yourself, you only dare to keep sending people to die?"

The female Taoist raised her head and looked at the ten identical-looking men in black robes slowly falling along the abyss of the sea. She opened her red lips and said lightly.

As soon as she finished speaking, a ray of sound shot from the sea like a sharp arrow, passing through the waves of the sea and echoing clearly in the female Dao's ears.

"Master leader, have you become impatient so quickly? Haha, I have been waiting under the leader for more than ten years, and when Magnolia of the Sea has opened its hundred and eight rounds, I have never lost patience... Even today, I am still Be patient. Master, you understood my subordinates' intentions many years ago. It was beyond our control. Master, I am sorry for the fate of the 130,000 followers under your command. Death is only a matter of your thoughts."

The voice of the person who conveyed the message was gentle but cold, as aloof as a mortal but also full of self-satisfaction, wandering and ethereal, making it difficult for people to understand.

If Luo Chuan were present, he would be shocked when he heard the conversation between the two.

Just one "leader" is enough for Luo Chuan to determine the identity of the female Taoist. But what will surprise Luo Chuan more than the identity of the female Taoist is the name the female Taoist calls the messenger.

The female Taoist frowned, her aloof aura soared again, her calm and majestic demeanor gathered into a sinister aura that surged upwards, and in the blink of an eye it shot out of the sea, like a huge stick, stirring up the sea. The waves rolled and the waves rose and fell.

"King Maya, do you know what you are talking about?"

"Haha. Is your meaning not clear enough? Leader, today is not twenty years ago, let alone fifty years ago, when men dominated the world... Without him, the only person in the world who can be worthy of the leader is I'm here. If it weren't for you, why would I, King Maya, be the master of this little devil's palace? Rakshasa, don't push me, I can do anything."

"I believe this. In order to force you to marry me today, you have been planning for ten years, and you even knelt down to the North Pole Palace in exchange for that beam of arctic light. If you hadn't used that arctic light to break my lunar shield, you would have Dare you speak to me like this?"

"Bow down? Hahaha, if it weren't for you, I, King Maya, would have become the king of Tianchen Continent long ago. How could it be the turn of the rising star of the Arctic Emperor... Rakshasa, we have already reached this point? You still refuse to admit defeat? The Northern Divine Light in you contains a wisp of sun-mysterious poisonous fire, which conflicts with your moon-yin true energy. If you continue to hold on and don't let me help you, your whole life's cultivation will be in vain... ...But that’s fine. After fighting for him for so many years, it’s better to be an ordinary woman and save my heart.”

The female Taoist couldn't listen any more. Facing the ten black-robed monks who surrounded her, she turned her palm over and a ray of light from the stars and the moon came out.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

With five trembling sounds, the five black-robed monks were wiped out in ashes.

The expressions of the remaining five black-robed monks suddenly changed, and they roared and rushed towards the female path.

Another ray of light from the stars and the moon flew out from the female Taoist sleeve, twisting the remaining five black-robed monks into powder.

After two moves. The female Taoist had no expression on her face, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

Approaching the entrance of the cave, she finally couldn't hide the fatigue in her eyes. These ten black-robed monks who looked exactly the same were the famous decendants of the Demonic Taoist Palace. Moreover, five of them have cultivated to the third level of the heavens, and the remaining five have all broken through the third level of the heavens, and their cultivation has reached the sub-emperor level.

These ten twins are known as the Shiquan Elders in the Demonic Palace. Because they have the same mind, when they fight together, the power they exert is comparable to that of the emperor. In the large-scale conflicts between the Demonic Palace and Canghai Academy in recent years, the ten Elder Quan often acts as the sharp knife at the forefront of the attack. He has outstanding military exploits and is quite prestigious in the Demonic Palace.

How could she not know King Maya’s intention of sending Elder Shiquan? If she showed mercy, things would not be easy for her. If she didn’t show mercy, she would not only kill the hero, but also damage the strength of the Demonic Palace. If this matter comes out, it will definitely affect her in the Demonic Palace. reputation.

Although she is the leader, she is a female leader. In the world of enlightenment dominated by male cultivators, no matter how powerful a woman is, she is still a woman. Even she, a Rakshasa, cannot change this fact. Although most of the congregants respected and feared her, deep down in their hearts, they were somewhat dissatisfied and unwilling. Now King Maya finally couldn't help but reveal his ambition. Once he gets the upper hand, at least more than half of the believers will take notice and defect to him.

But in fact, this cold, despicable and transformed villain has already gained the upper hand, but the various palace masters don't know it yet, and even he himself is still testing.

Walking into the cave, in a blind spot out of sight, her body swayed, and the blood behind the veil faded a little more.

Killing Elder Shiquan consumed too much of her energy. In order to frighten the group of demons on the sea, she must kill every strong man sent by King Maya in the most violent and direct way until she recovers from her injuries, or They are waiting for reinforcements.

She was plotted against by King Maya and was hit by the poisonous fire of the sun that cannot touch even a trace. It is still unknown whether she can recover. As for the reinforcements... The only one who can be summoned now and whose strength is not inferior to that of King Maya is Xitian Bohou. However, Xitian Bohou's whereabouts are strange and erratic, and his temperament has also changed a lot. Has he received the message? After receiving the message, whether Whether it will come or not is unknown.

"King Maya, you are just like what he said. You will not dare to rebel once he is reincarnated. But if he is not here, the first one who wants to usurp his throne will definitely be you... You are still I can’t help it, but do you really think he’s dead?”

Empress Rakshasa sat down cross-legged against the cave wall, staring down at a water-moon mark, her cold eyes becoming complicated.

"Are you... dead? If you were still alive, where would you be..."

Empress Rakshasa murmured to herself. At this moment, she keenly sensed a strong moral energy rising slowly from the other side of the abyss.

Snapped!

The energy was torn apart, but at the next moment, the energy was reintegrated and flowing rapidly.

Empress Rakshasa was startled: "Why... no, it can't be King Maya's people. There is the monster's lair on the back of the abyss, and King Maya doesn't dare to disturb it."

After hesitating for a long time, she stood up and walked towards the cave entrance again.

"God, are you going to help me or hurt me this time?"

Empress Rakshasa raised her lips slightly, smiled sarcastically, transformed into an ordinary-looking woman, and turned into a ray of green light and flew to the back of the abyss.

After all, she said, how could someone like her place their hope in heaven.

…

Buzz!

After trying countless times, Luo Chuan finally succeeded in fusing the four innate profound patterns together in a broken, reorganized, and perpetually moving manner.

However, compared to Yuan Xiao's method of combining six innate profound patterns, Luo Chuan's method of fusion is more complicated. Although Yuan Xiao provided Luo Chuan with a hint of inspiration, this new method of fusion of innate profound patterns was created more by Luo Chuan through his own continuous efforts and attempts, relying on the moral characteristics of his own mysterious patterns.

If it were any other Tianmen monk, even Yuan Xiao, he might not be able to use Luo Chuan's method to integrate the innate profound patterns. This is because Luo Chuan's profound patterns and morality, from the profound patterns of life and death to the profound patterns of destruction, are all interlocking and influencing each other. And unified with each other.

The reason why Yuan Xiao can only combine but not fuse is because his innate mysterious patterns and moral principles cannot be as interlocking with each other as Luo Chuan's mysterious pattern moral principles. To put it simply, there is no cause and effect.

"call……"

Luo Chuan took a long breath, took out the elixir gourd, grabbed a large handful of Qi-Building Pills and swallowed it in his mouth. This qi-replenishing pill was specially prepared by Taoist Kongkong for Luo Chuan. It added a lot of ingredients. It can not only replenish vitality, but also replenish the power of thoughts. It is perfect for restoring Tianmen Xuanshen.

After half a stick of incense, Luo Chuan's Tianmen Mysterious God had recovered to 70% to 80%, and a mysterious pattern of light was reflected in his eyes. At the same time, he quickly took action and carved out the mysterious pattern of life and death.

Luo Chuan did not take the magic weapon. This mysterious pattern of life and death was directly carved on a black stone half a person's height in front of him. Immediately after, the mysterious pattern of cause and effect, the original mysterious pattern, the mysterious pattern of creation, the mysterious pattern of destruction... A total of five innate mysterious patterns were carved on the black stone by Luo Chuan. The power of the mysterious god surged out, and these five innate mysterious patterns were shattered along the , like powder flying, densely packed, combined together.

clang!

The rhyme of the Tao sounded from the sky, crossed the chaotic sea, and fell into the abyss, trying to wrap around the five innate profound patterns.

The next moment, Dao Yun rushed to nothing.

These five innate profound patterns shattered together, like thousands of bees flying around, piled up and reorganized together. Even Dao Yun couldn't identify them, let alone control them.

For a moment, it seemed that not even the Heavenly Dao could do anything about the innate profound patterns that were being reorganized in Luo Chuan's hands.

Luo Chuan smiled slightly, this was the effect he wanted.

As time goes by, the innate profound patterns under Luo Chuan's palm become closer and closer, and the rotation and flow speed become faster and faster, but they still have not reached the point of fusion.

Buzz!

Dao Yun sounded again, and after a period of observation, it seemed to have found a way to control the innate profound patterns.

But before Dao Yun could take action, Luo Chuan shook his body, shattered the void, opened the Heavenly Gate, and continuously absorbed and devoured the source of the void.

Soon, Luo Chuan's movements and aura became blurred, and the faint source of the void merged into one. At least in Dao Yun's view, it was difficult to distinguish each other. Without an attack target, it stopped again.

Fighting with others will make you tired after a long time. Fighting against the sky is endless fun.

Luo Chuan was trying to fuse the five innate profound patterns while battling wits and courage with Tiandao and Daoyun. Therefore, he did not notice that a man in silver robe swept across the trench and appeared in the middle of the sea, looking at him curiously.

"Tianmen monk..."

"Second-Emperor level Tianmen monk..."

"Integrating innate profound patterns? Dao Yun?"

With just one glance, Empress Rakshasa could tell the identity, cultivation level and what she was doing of the "figure". Apparently she also knew the Tianmen monks quite well. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!