Supreme Immortal Demon

Bang!

There was another loud noise, and the monk, who was as tall and majestic as a hill, flew backwards.

This was already the forty-sixth time in the past three days that Master Pi had been knocked down, vomited blood, and injured. Fortunately, the person opposite him wasn't much better either. He was on the third level of Zhutian, and his cultivation level was one level higher than his. However, his spleen was still shattered by Master Pi's claw, and he lay down on the ground. He couldn't get up for a long time. .

"Won again..."

"Hey, another miserable victory. It's a miracle that he can survive until now."

"That day, he was the first to seek refuge in Luo Chuan. He was highly promoted and became the leader of the Polang Camp. The number of monks under his command was nearly five thousand at most. He was really majestic for a while. But at that time, not many people really obeyed him. Everyone said that he He became the leader of Polang Camp only because he was the first to show his loyalty to Luo Chuan."

"Now, I am afraid that no one among the remaining Polang Camp monks dares to disobey him. Unfortunately, there are less than ten remaining Polang Camp monks, and there are less than 700 of them."

"Haha, it's incredible that there are more than 600 people. This shows Luo Chuan's remaining power... A dead person can still make all forces in Beihai fear him, and that's the monster Luo Chuan."

In front of the volcanic beach, the monks gathered from all directions in the North Sea looked at the "Luo Family Camp" not far away that had been holding on for more than half a month, and sighed.

In the "Luo Family Camp", there are the full cannon fodder camp monks, the alchemy master Kongkong Taoist master and apprentice, the sub-emperor Qiu Feng, and the more than 600 people left in the Polang camp headed by Pi Zhenren.

This can be regarded as a huge formation, but for today's Pilang City, it is nothing.

After the news spread that Luo Chuan was killed by the Arctic Emperor, more and more powerful people and forces gathered in Pilang City, and the three Beihai sects were also ready to take action. As for the purpose. It's obvious that they all want to come and share the pie after Luo Chuan's death. Along with Luo Chuan's death, another rumor spread wildly in Tianchen Buzhou. Regarding the cultivation resources that Luo Chuan possesses - being able to become a monster that can compete with the emperor in such a short period of time, he ranks 71st on the list of nine-day giants. The resource treasures owned by Luo Chuan have naturally reached a shocking number.

The most reliable place for the "Luochuan Treasure" to be buried is the volcanic beach outside Pulang City - since Luo Chuan left, the cannon fodder battalion has always stayed there, never leaving. Compared with the cannon fodder battalion guarding the young monks in the trial palace above their heads, everyone is more willing to believe that the brothers in the cannon fodder battalion are silently guarding the resource treasures left by Luo Chuan and the last glimmer of hope for Luo Chuan.

In Pilang City, Bo Shiba single-handedly confronted the powerful emperors sent by various forces.

Outside Polang City. The Cannon Fodder Camp and the Breaking Wave Camp have become the target of public criticism.

In a short while, Master Pi had climbed up crookedly, with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He waved his arms and shouted to the hostile monks not far away: "Come on! You guys keep going! Didn't you say we want to bet? The next one is Who? Pi is waiting here!"

Behind him, the remaining monks from the Polang camp had complicated eyes and remained silent. From time to time, some of them sighed. Finally, they couldn't hold on any longer and stepped out from the crowd, clasping their fists and raising their hands to Zhenren Pi. Leave the camp.

There are only more than 600 people left in the Polang camp, and the number of people is still decreasing, even though Pi Zhenren is relying on his own efforts. The passionate and loyal spirit resisted the visitors from all directions, but it was still difficult to change the fact that Luo Chuan was dead.

"Another one is leaving? Okay, okay, okay! You all swore with your breasts when you joined the Breaking Wave Camp, but now you are all this treacherous villain! Do you really think that Mr. Luo is as good as the rumors say? Dead? Hahaha, this is the funniest joke I have ever heard!" Master Pi spat at the monk who was leaving, with disdain on his face.

Several monks from Polang Camp who were about to leave were restrained by the red-eyed Master Pi, and they did not take a step for a while. Not far away, the monks who had surrounded the volcanic beach were all mocking and ridiculing. Looking at Pi Zhenren's eyes was like looking at a fool.

Master Pi seemed to be possessed by a real maniac, dancing with joy. With red eyes, he yelled hysterically.

At this moment, a figure passed through his peripheral vision.

"Here comes another one! Do you want to leave too!" Master Pi cursed before he could see clearly.

"Lao Pi...it's me."

"Uh, Old Yang, it's you." Zhenren Pi finally saw clearly that the person who came was Old Yang, his partner for this month. His face turned red, a hint of bitterness flashed at the bottom of his eyes, and he transmitted his voice into the secret passage with some falsity: "Old sheep, how do you think I performed?"

"Okay. The camp leader is rough but fine, hard but soft. Now everyone thinks that the camp leader is a man who knows his kindness and repays kindness, and is righteous!" The old man Yang gave a thumbs up in his sleeve and praised.

"What do you mean, I am the one!" Master Pi said solemnly. He glanced at the cannon fodder camp not far behind him and said with some trepidation, "But why do those gentlemen still look so cold? It's been three days." I didn't say anything to them... Is our guess wrong? Are they really just a group of stupid dead soldiers?

"Well... it stands to reason that if the camp leader expresses his loyalty like this, then the cannon fodder camp should express his loyalty. Although Luo Chuan is dead, the cannon fodder camp and Luo Chuan have a life-and-death relationship. Seeing the camp leader like this, he should be moved. That's right. Camp leader, please hold on a little longer." Old Yang also looked weird.

"I can't stand it. I've been beaten for three days... Old Yang, if the Cannon Fodder Camp doesn't say anything, I'm leaving! What a bullshit leader of the Breaking Waves Camp. Without Luo Chuan, he's not even worth a bird egg! I stay here to act and be treated as a fool just to share some treasures. Do you think it's easy for me?" Pi Zhenren cursed in secret.

"Hold on for a while. No matter how hard-hearted the Cannon Fodder Camp is, Brother Pi will be moved sooner or later. As long as they treat you as one of their own, Brother Pi will definitely get a share of the treasure." Old Yang sighed.

The leader of the Breaking Waves Camp and his dog-headed military advisor didn't say anything else. They held their heads high and blocked the remaining monks of the Cannon Fodder Camp and the Breaking Waves Camp behind them. They looked righteous and awe-inspiring. They didn't notice that Li Xiaochen, one of the three leaders of the Cannon Fodder Camp, raised his head and glanced at the two of them, with a mischievous sneer on his face.

At this moment, Li Xiaochen's eyelids jumped, but a familiar breath came from afar. The world seemed empty, and the breath came from the emptiness, the way of the demon Luo, impacting his blood and internal organs!

Li Xiaochen's heart was shaken, his body trembled, and he looked up at the virtual light in the gray sky, his face was ecstatic, and he quickly restrained it.

Not only Li Xiaochen, the other brothers in the cannon fodder camp had almost the same reaction.

That was the demon Luo fairy smoke!

The demon Luo fairy smoke that only the brothers in the cannon fodder camp could sense!

The moment the demon Luo fairy smoke appeared, the blood and qi of the 216 powerful physical monks of the first level of the heavens began to fly, the spiritual platform Tao power was running wildly, and the life force was also rapidly increased under the urging of the blood and qi! Only one person can bring such a feeling... the cannon fodder camp leader who was dead in the rumor, Luo Chuan!

"So strong... How did the boss's demon Luo fairy smoke increase so much at once!" Red Beard opened his eyes and was surprised.

"This is a hundred times... hundreds of times... no, thousands of times! The boss... he must have had another adventure! But what kind of adventure..." Li Xiaochen opened his mouth slightly.

Wang Hu opened his eyes for the third time. There was also surprise in his eyes, but he was far less surprised than Li Xiaochen's red beard.

"A thousand times difference is not something that can be achieved by upgrading one or two levels... Let's guess together, what realm the boss is in now? When he left, he was only the first level of the heavens." Wang Hu showed a rare smile on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared in the cannon fodder camp.

This figure was very faint, like a beam of dark light. Even the emperor could not see it from a distance, but the brothers in the cannon fodder camp could see it.

Looking at the white-robed monk who walked out of the dark light and gradually became clear, the brothers in the cannon fodder camp were not shocked, excited, or cheering loudly. They looked quietly at the young man who walked to the center, with a neutral smile on their faces.

After losing contact with the boss for more than a month, listening to rumors day and night, the Polang Camp, Qiu Feng, and even the Kongkong Taoist master and his apprentice gradually became suspicious, but none of the 216 men in the Cannon Fodder Camp had ever doubted him. They had a calm and sometimes almost crazy paranoid belief in Luo Chuan. As early as that year when they left the Great Sadness and Cold Day, they always believed that no one and nothing in this world could stump their boss, let alone hurt Luo Chuan.

"Boss, congratulations." Wang Hu took the lead and bowed to Luo Chuan.

The brothers in the Cannon Fodder Camp congratulated him.

Luo Chuan restrained his breath and maintained it among them. A circle of chaotic gray mist floated around him. With their eyesight, they could not see what realm the boss had reached, but based on the fleeting Demon Luo Xianyan, the boss's harvest this time would definitely not be small.

"Humph, it's just a sub-emperor."

A weird voice came from the side.

Wang Jue bowed to Luo Chuan respectfully, while his current teacher, Taoist Kong Kong, crossed his arms, turned his head with disdain, and sneered.

In his pretended disdainful eyes, there was envy and a hint of bitterness.

From the first time in the flying boat of the Demon Cult Palace to Luo Chuan's embarrassed escape, to now, Luo Chuan has grown into a giant, a monster genius, and a second emperor who has grown up in half a century. It can be said that Taoist Kong Kong has witnessed Luo Chuan's growth in the Nine Heavens World with his own eyes, and the speed of growth can only be described by the word "abnormal".

Gradually, Taoist Kong Kong no longer had the initial reluctance, disobedience and disdain for Luo Chuan. Although he has never admitted it, his eyes looking at Luo Chuan from behind have become more and more gentle, as if he is looking at a younger generation of the family.

I don't know since when, he occasionally forgets the original purpose of following Luo Chuan from time to time, as if he can witness the rise of another monster who is not inferior to the Nine Dragon King, and he is already satisfied.

But every night, feeling his cultivation level constantly declining, he would suddenly wake up and stare at the stars and moon in a daze.

Today, his cultivation level has finally officially fallen below the realm of Tao power, and he has returned to the realm of magic power, like falling into the mortal world. (To be continued)

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