Supreme Immortal Demon

Roar!

The screams of pain echoed in the Black Leaf Forest, spreading to all directions of Taipingguang Town. ←

The masters of the Eight Desolate War Group stopped and looked at the trembling turtle head that Luo Chuan casually threw at his feet. Their faces turned pale. The blood bat brothers looked at each other in horror. Dabai dropped the deer leg and stared with his eyes wide open. Even the mature and steady Ghost Sword Immortal was sweating profusely and kept wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Luo Chuan's consecutive explosion of Xuan Zhenzi's three heads was enough to shock them, but what really stunned them was the scene just now. The head of the sub-emperor-level mixed-blood black tortoise was just twisted off by Luo Chuan's hand... The explosive arm strength displayed by Luo Chuan was terrifying.

"Please beg for mercy! I beg for mercy! Grand Commander, spare my life! I know I was wrong... I was wrong..."

Xuan Zhenzi could no longer hold back, kneeled on the ground, curled up into a ball, hugged his head and begged for mercy loudly.

Luo Chuan sneered and punched again!

Bang!

The ninety-nine-patterned tortoise shell of Xuan Zhenzi was shattered into slag under Luo Chuan's fist. The remaining force shook and shattered four more heads, leaving only the last snake head trembling in the wind.

"Grand Commander, spare my life..." Xuan Zhenzi shouted desperately, but he had no hope in his heart.

His last pair of eyes saw the ruthlessness on Luo Chuan's face and the coldness in his eyes, which was a completely cold and resolute expression. Not only Xuan Zhenzi himself, but most of the masters of the Eight Desolations War Group also knew that Xuan Zhenzi probably wouldn't survive tonight... Regardless of whether he finally surrendered, Luo Chuan had never intended to spare him from the beginning.

But at this moment, the tall and thin monk at Luo Chuan's feet suddenly moved his eyebrows.

In an instant, Luo Chuan's murderous intent dissipated, and all his attention was focused on the Four-Faced Buddha.

"You will protect me for three days, and you must not disturb me. Unless the clone of the Sword Ancestor appears."

Luo Chuan finished speaking quickly. He picked up the Four-Faced Buddha and flew into the depths of the Black Leaf Forest without paying attention to Yuan Xiao at his feet on the other side. The clone of Dao Zu must be eliminated, but Luo Chuan is also tempted by the universal sage secrets possessed by the Four-Faced Ancient Buddha. While the Four-Faced Ancient Buddha is unconscious, Luo Chuan still has a chance to find the secret.

In the Black Leaf Forest, those unruly figures bent down one after another. They lowered their heads and bowed to Luo Chuan respectfully. Wherever Luo Chuan went, the masters of the Eight Desolations War Group all knelt on one knee, fearing that they would follow the footsteps of Xuan Zhenzi.

Outside the Black Leaf Forest, Gui Ji took everything in and her heartbeat quickened. She was Luo Chuan's confidant, but she also lived in the Borderland Blood Castle for these years, dedicated to developing the void transmission node, and had heard of Luo Chuan's deeds. But she didn't really know Luo Chuan's strength, and the news that Luo Chuan defeated the Emperor in the Chaos Sea had not yet come.

"Grand Commander... so strong... no wonder Tianhai Yaojun didn't dare to have any other ideas after breaking through the Emperor." Gui Ji murmured.

At this moment, a low humming sounded, and it was the zither player abandoned by the Grand Commander who woke up slowly.

After Luo Chuan left, Xuan Zhenzi turned into a human form, clenched his fists, lowered his head, and his teeth creaked. He has nine heads and nine bodies. That means he has nine lives, but today Luo Chuan took away eight of them at once. I don’t know how long it will take for him to be reborn. More importantly, after being taught a lesson by Luo Chuan today, Xuan Zhenzi lost face and could no longer raise his head in the Eight Desolate War Group.

His eyes fell on the "zither player" on the side, and Xuan Zhenzi suddenly attacked with a rage. He slapped Yuan Xiao hard with a palm, but he simply wanted to vent his anger.

Seeing this scene, Gui Ji's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her beautiful eyes showed a hint of expectation.

"You want to kill me?"

Yuan Xiao raised his head, his face was still confused the moment before. The next moment he was completely awake.

Buzz!

The sound of the zither sounded, and a congenital black pattern flew out from Yuan Xiao's fingertips and hit Xuan Zhenzi. Xuan Zhenzi's body shook, and then broke into pieces, his body turned into powder and spread in the forest.

Shocked! The masters of the Eight Desolations were dumbfounded again.

"Heaven... a monk from Tianmen! He is a monk from Tianmen, a monk from Tianmen who can kill a sub-emperor-level mixed-blood black tortoise in seconds... What kind of monster is this captive of the Grand Commander..." Gui Ji's body shook, and her mind went blank.

Fortunately, she came to her senses after a moment, and without thinking, she immediately flew into the forest and walked towards Yuan Xiao, with a gentle smile on her face.

A monk from Tianmen of this level would be reused even if he was captured by the Grand Commander, but no matter what, such a person would not be confined to a tiny place like the Border Desolation Blood Castle... It's ridiculous that I was afraid that they would grab power before. Wait, this person is already a monk from Tianmen, who is the monk taken away by the Grand Commander?

Gui Ji did not think further. She blushed for her ridiculous pettiness and thought about how to stabilize this powerful Tianmen monk during the days when the Grand Commander was in seclusion, and how to get close to him.

Yuan Xiao was not as shrewd as Gui Ji after all. After a few words, he was stabilized by Gui Ji. He stopped entangled with Luo Chuan and looked at the monster-filled Eight Desolations with curiosity, muttering from time to time. Little did they know that in the eyes of the Eight Desolations members, this Tianmen monk who killed Xuan Zhenzi in one move was the real monster.

Deep in the Black Leaf Forest, Luo Chuan also entered into meditation facing the Four-Faced Buddha. Although the Four-Faced Buddha carried the Holy Buddha Secret Method with him, it would definitely not exist in the form of a scroll or a secret book. It was more likely to be hidden in the Four-Faced Ancient Buddha's mind or a certain imprint in his body. What Luo Chuan had to do next was to find the Holy Buddha Secret Method before the Four-Faced Buddha woke up.

Time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye, two days had passed.

Boom!

At the edge of Taipingguang Town, in the midst of the chaotic sea of ​​void, two groups of about a hundred young monks collided heavily with each other.

The chaotic sea was churning, the tides were ebbing and flowing, and the alien beasts that were kept in the chaotic sea of ​​void outside the town died in large numbers, either by the aftermath of the Tao power, or directly killed by the young monks competing between the two sides.

Across the blood-stained chaos, thousands of people gathered outside the hills on the border of Taipingguang Town.

These thousands of monks come from more than thirty large and medium-sized forces, including human monks, demonic monks, and demon cultivators. They stood on the high slope, either pondering or looking calmly at the two monks, and whispered from time to time.

"It looks like the Li Clan's Flying Bear Tribe is going to win. One hundred elite flying bear monks from the Daolun realm are good at the transformation of flying bears flying into the sky. Their talents are extraordinary."

"This is not necessarily true. The young monks of the Wu family's Qinghu tribe are all good at forbidden strikes. It is said that the number of monks in the Qinghu tribe has reached as many as three thousand, which is the largest number of monks among the eighteen surnames. pulse."

"There are three thousand monks in one Qinghu tribe, and even if the base of the other surname tribes is slightly smaller, it is impossible to be less than a thousand... The base of these eighteen surnamed monks is as much as 20,000... It is really a giant."

"Haha, what does this mean? The eighteen surnames are not the one with the largest number of people in the Tianshu Sect."

"However, the lineage of the Eighteenth surname is already the strongest lineage in the Tianshu sect. Not only are there many geniuses, but also a great lineage master has emerged. The great lineage master Wu was already able to fight against the emperor when he was not yet an emperor. , last year he broke through the ranks of the emperor and officially became the leader of the eighteen surnames... He is currently in Taipingguang Town. "

"The Tianshu Sect has spent a lot of money this time. Not only Master Wu, but also Lan Xiaosheng, who is second on the Tianshu Ranking, is here."

"Lan Xiaosheng, I haven't heard from him for a long time. Today's Tianbang has almost become a stage where Luo Chuanluo, the little giant, dominates and dominates the crowd. Can Lan Xiaosheng be unable to sit still?"

The Li Clan's Flying Bear Clan and the Wu Clan's Green Fox Clan that everyone is talking about are two of the eighteen surnames of the Tianshu Sect, the top sect in the Tianchen Tribe Continent. The total number of monks in these two branches is around 5,000, but the Eighteenth surname is only one of the nine major branches of Tianshu Sect, and the number of monks in the other eight lines is not less than that of the Eighteenth surname. In addition to the Nine Meridians, the Tianshu Sect also has three halls and four gates... This is evident from the number of monks in the Tianshu Sect. Such a large base of monks has created a top sect in the Tianchen Continent that has developed rapidly and is firmly in the top three. In these years, the status of the Tianshu Sect has surpassed that of the Tianxing Holy Sect with a profound foundation.

If the rise of the Arctic Emperor had not restricted the development of the major forces in the Tianchen Continent, the Tianshu Sect might have been able to slightly challenge the First Tianchen Sect in the near future. Such a behemoth would naturally not lack a corresponding competition system, such as the eye... Bang, there was another loud noise, and the Li family's Flying Bear tribe, which had the upper hand, was defeated like a mountain, retreating steadily. A hundred or so disciples of the Wu Clan's Green Fox Tribe turned the tide of the battle amidst the cheers of the monks on the high slope. They instantly gained the upper hand and expelled the disciples of the Flying Bear Tribe from the chaotic sea of ​​void.

"Okay! I won! Hahaha..."

"I also won! I also bet on the Green Fox Department!"

"Bah! This scene was staged... The Flying Bears clearly had the upper hand, so why did they suddenly lose! They must be faking it!"

"It's bad luck! What a damn bad luck! I lost 30,000 Saint Yuan coins! What a bunch of rubbish!"

"It is said that the Flying Bear Division is the weakest among the eighteen surnames of the Tianshu Sect, and it is true at all! There are also Flying Bears, aren't they just a bunch of bears, haha..."

The hundreds of Flying Bear disciples who climbed ashore looked ugly and looked angrily at the crowd of people laughing and cursing on the high slope. They and the Green Fox Tribe were not very good at dealing with each other, so how could they deliberately lose to each other? However, a loss was a loss. They could endure being defeated by the same sect, but they could not bear to be laughed at by monks outside the Tianshu Sect.

Looking at the thousands of monks outside Gaopo, a ball of anger was slowly brewing in the hearts of the Flying Bear disciples.

Not far away, several well-dressed young monks were yelling and venting their anger after losing money in gambling.

At this moment, a void black bee flew from the slanting thorn. It appeared silently, but the sky above the heads of the three young monks suddenly changed and turned into a blazing flying bear ghost-faced sword. From above, Cut down quickly.

The three young monks scolded and retreated. Their movements were as graceful as catkins fluttering in the wind, blending with a gentle artistic conception to avoid the sneak attack of the flying bear ghost-faced sword.

Although they avoided this flying bear ghost-faced sword, in the blink of an eye, three more flying bear ghost-faced swords flew out from the diagonal stab, cutting off the arms of the three monks one by one... (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!