Supreme Immortal Demon

In front of the Purple Gold Imperial City, the two Taoist societies that had long been at loggerheads, two young masters of the Immortal Family, who were considered geniuses in the cultivation world of the southern sky, stared at each other at the same time, with burning fighting intent in their eyes.

Buzz!

Two auras rose from the two men's heads!

Both Lin Xuan and Yuwen Dao were among the top five cultivators in the two Taoist societies, first-class geniuses. Because their ages had just exceeded the thirty-year limit of the Green Immortal List, they were not included in the Green Immortal List, and their previous rankings were nineteenth and twenty-fifth, respectively.

Lin Xuan's ancestral state of mind, with a vibrating aura, actually shocked the surrounding sect disciples who were caught off guard and retreated ten steps. Although the sect elders wanted to protect them, they had to give up due to the ban of Tianqijing. On the side of the Empty Mountain Realm, when the aura descended, Qin Jiatian smiled and shook his robe sleeves, dissolving it lightly, so that the disciples of the Empty Mountain Realm did not retreat in embarrassment.

The attention of the people around was all focused on the upcoming battle between Lin Xuan and Yuwen Dao, and they did not notice Qin Jiatian's actions. Only the disciples of Kongxu Mountain Realm were refreshed, and their eyes looking at Qin Jiatian became subtle.

A battle was about to break out, and the hearts of the disciples of the seven major sects who were watching were surging.

As expected of the immortal son of Tianqijing, he fought as he said in front of the Purple Gold Imperial City. This wanton and carefreeness made them very envious. What they envied most was the cultivation skills of the two. They were young, but much higher than themselves, and they were not on the same level at all.

If these two were like this, it is conceivable how terrifying Ning Tianxing and Sima Wuji were.

"Hahaha. Lin Xuan, if Master Luo was here. Would you dare to say that?" Yuwen Dao laughed.

Lin Xuan opened his mouth, his face showing shame and anger: "Why not? Even if Master Luo is here, I will say the same thing! At worst, I will fight him!"

"Fight Master Luo? Lin Xuan, you dare to talk big."

Yuwen Dao's face was full of mockery, and the young masters of Xingtian Taoist Society not far away laughed loudly, laughing so hard that they were lying on their backs.

"Lin Xuan, you are getting better and better at bragging." How could Yuwen Dao miss the opportunity to humiliate Tianxing Taoist Society? He smiled playfully: "Master Luo was alone, and he overturned your Wanbao Mountain City, and defeated Jia Liusheng and Chu Jiehuan in two moves. In the end, even Ning Tianxing and Xuan Dajia personally took action. They couldn't stop him. Not to mention you."

Although Ning Tianxing ordered to keep silent about what happened in Wanbao Mountain City, how could Taoist Society backbones like Lin Xuan and Yuwen Dao not know.

Lin Xuan's face flushed, and after a while he said: "As far as I know, Sima Shaoshuai and Ren Shaofu were also there that night. Didn't they fail to stop it? It's the same."

Hearing this. Yuwen Dao's face changed slightly, and his eyes became cold.

Except for Lin Xuan and Yuwen Dao, the other young masters of the two Taoist societies also confronted each other coldly. One after another, the fighting spirit rose up, and a series of hurricane vortices were set off in the air, which became more and more intense.

A chaotic battle was about to begin, but the disciples of the seven major sects were no longer focused on the two Taoist societies.

The version of the story they heard ended when Master Luo left Baifu Sand Island, and what happened afterwards was not clear.

Ning Tianxing, Sima Wuji, Ren Xian and Xuan Dajia, who alone overturned Ning Tianxing's Wanbao Mountain City, defeated the masters of Tianxing Taoist Society, and faced the top two figures of the two major Taoist societies, actually retreated unscathed... How powerful, no wonder they dared to break into Daozunyuan.

"Enough."

At this time, Ren Xian walked out. His footsteps carried a wonderful Taoist rhyme, and every step he took would make a "dong" sound that echoed in everyone's hearts. After five steps, everyone felt that except for Ren Xian's footsteps, there was no other sound, and the fighting spirit of the two young masters also disappeared.

Looking at the cold and stern young man with indifferent eyebrows, the seven sects' disciples were shocked again.

Is this man Ren Xian, who is ranked twelfth on the Qingxian list? Another young master of the immortal family in Tianqi Capital who cannot be underestimated. I have heard of his great name for a long time, and today I saw that he is indeed worthy of his reputation.

Even Ren Xian couldn't stop Master Luo. How strong is that Master Luo?

"Everyone, you can enter the city." As a young master of the Eight Gates Governor's Mansion, Ren Xian is qualified to give orders.

Everyone gradually separated, returned to their respective teams, and walked into the Purple Gold Imperial City one by one, but most of their minds drifted to the battle of Daxia Daozunyuan.

As Xuan Dajia performed the Water Mirror Technique, various forces in Tianqi Capital also showed their methods and spied on Daxia Daozunyuan deep in the upper ring.

The elders of Tianhua Palace, Kunting Mountain, and Nanyou Sect also performed the Water Mirror Technique. The disciples of the six major sects looked at the water mirror, and then turned their heads in unison to look at the empty mountain realm. Their expressions were as horrified as they could be.

"Elder, please let us see it too." Tang Yan'er said coquettishly to Elder Duan.

"Yes, if you can't witness this kind of fight with your own eyes, you will regret it for the rest of your life." Lu Boya also said.

The disciples requested one after another.

Elder Duan didn't know what he was thinking. He was silent for a long time, sighed lightly, pinched his handprint, and performed the Water Mirror Technique.

In the water mirror, the figure of the young man slowly emerged.

He was wearing a long coat, his eyebrows were indifferent, but his eyes seemed to be burning with two balls of blazing flames.

Seeing that familiar face, Hua Fei, Huo Jun, Lu Boya, Tang Yan'er, Bei Liutian... except Qin Jiatian, all the disciples of the empty mountain realm stood there in a daze.

Looking at the sky above the huge ancient courtyard, the dragon that had stopped fighting hidden under the green clouds, Luo Chuan strode towards the Great Xia Daozun Courtyard.

Luo Chuan had only taken ten steps when the air in front of him fluctuated and a figure walked out of it.

Ning Tianxing.

Luo Chuan looked at the young man with a cold face and said nothing.

"Little Demon Phoenix?" Ning Tianxing stretched out his hand, expressionless.

"Wait until I kill Ran Qingyi first." Luo Chuan said indifferently.

Ning Tianxing's pupils shrank, and anger flashed across his handsome face: "But what happened to it?"

"It was eaten." Luo Chuan said truthfully.

"You ate it?" Ning Tianxing's body trembled violently, staring at Luo Chuan in disbelief, and a chill came out of every pore of his body.

On the other side of Tianyin Street, the fiery red wine gourd fell to the ground with a "thump".

Sima Wuji showed up, also staring at Luo Chuan with a strange look on his face, his mouth wide open.

This Luo Chuan. He really likes to make you speechless suddenly.

Sima Wuji looked at Ning Tianxing sympathetically.

Ning Tianxing's handsome face twisted, the look in his eyes became dark, and a strong murderous intent surged out.

"Asshole! I'm going to kill you!"

Ning Tianxing raised his arm suddenly, pulling out a dark gray air column from the ground under his feet, full of gloomy and cold breath, just like the gray Yinchuan underground all day long.

The air column gathered in Ning Tianxing's palm, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a long sword, slashing towards Luo Chuan.

"This move again."

Luo Chuan raised his eyebrows, his figure became transparent, and he swept forward.

Ning Tianxing was furious. His hands and sword were fast. But they were not as fast as Luo Chuan's seven-method escape technique.

The long sword transformed by Yin Qi cut through the void, engulfing the turbulent flow of the void, and chased Luo Chuan. The tip of the sword was only a fist away from Luo Chuan's back. But he could not catch up.

Buzz!

Ning Tianxing slashed down with a sword. It caused a roar of heavenly sound. The street protection magic circle of Tianyin Street was triggered by the huge force, and all appeared, bursting out with powerful strength. Flying sand and rocks, colorful. But such a fierce sword, but cut into nothing, when Ning Tianxing turned his head, Luo Chuan had already stepped half a foot into the gate of Daozunyuan.

"Ning Tianxing, I won't fight you today. I'll kill Ran Qingyi and use his 12th floor tribute to compensate you!"

As soon as the words fell, Luo Chuan disappeared in the Daozun Courtyard, and the door slammed shut.

"Asshole!"

Ning Tianxing was so angry that his hair and beard flew upside down, and his body turned into a ray of light, ready to fly into the Daozun Courtyard.

A transparent big hand fell from the sky and held down the ray of light, but it was Sima Wuji who did it.

"You want to stop me?" Ning Tianxing changed back to his original form and stared at Sima Wuji.

Sima Wuji smiled faintly, shook the wine gourd, and took a long sip: "This battle, this young marshal has been looking forward to it for a long time."

"If I don't kill Luo Chuan, I can't relieve the hatred in my heart. Sima Wuji, get out of here!"

"Since we can't reach an agreement, there is only one way to fight." Sima Wuji hung up the wine gourd, his smile did not diminish, and a long-brewing fighting spirit rose in his eyes: "I haven't seen you so angry for many years. Luo Chuan ate the little demon phoenix, which is really the best ending."

Bang!

In front of the Daozun Courtyard, the former confidant and the current enemy were fighting fiercely in the blink of an eye.

In the Daozun Courtyard, Luo Chuan looked up and saw that there were many monks in front of him.

"Guan Daoyuan."

Luo Chuan looked up and saw the plaque on the main hall in front of him.

With the file given by Fairy Xiaoqing, Luo Chuan had never entered the Daozun Courtyard, but he was not unfamiliar with it. The Daozun Courtyard is divided into four courtyards: Guan Daoyuan, Sun Daoyuan, Moon Daoyuan and Xing Daoyuan. Each compound covers an area of ​​nearly a thousand acres, with a Sutra Pavilion, a Daoist temple, a school hall, a Xumi Trial Realm... It doesn't sound grand, but its scale is comparable to the seven major sects.

The Guandao Courtyard under Luo Chuan's feet is where Daozunyuan accepts traveling monks.

Although it is only equivalent to the outer courtyard of Daxia Daozunyuan, everything here is not perfunctory at all. Under the straight bluestone paths, there are more than ten spirit gathering arrays for the traveling monks to practice.

And on the surrounding walls, pavilions, and trees, you can see pictures and mantras everywhere, all of which are the Taoist experience left by the masters who traveled to study. There are even two patterns. Luo Chuan felt his heart surging at a glance, and was vaguely inspired. It is very likely that they were left by the founder of Daozunyuan, Daxia National Master.

In the Taoist Temple, young monks were wearing all kinds of strange Taoist robes and in different postures. Some were sitting, standing or lying. Some were reading scriptures, some were meditating with their eyes closed, and some were gathering to discuss.

But when Luo Chuan stepped on the bluestone floor, the Taoist Temple suddenly became quiet. Everyone stopped what they were doing, turned their heads, and stared at Luo Chuan.

Among the hundreds of eyes, most were full of hostility, and only a small part was curious.

With a thought in his mind, Luo Chuan turned his head and looked at a small building to the west of the Taoist Temple. Under the eaves of the small building, there stood ten teenagers aged sixteen or seventeen.

The ten teenagers were excited, and when they saw Luo Chuan looking at them, they showed reverence and bowed to Luo Chuan deeply.

Two of the teenagers looked very familiar to Luo Chuan. He quickly recalled that he had seen them in the Luo family. They were the legitimate sons of the Luo family's main mansion who had excellent qualifications and far higher status than Luo Chuan.

At the Tang Palace Night Banquet two years ago, Ren Zhi promised to give Tang Guo ten places for study abroad. It seems that they are the ones.

Luo Chuan thought to himself.

"Why are you worshipping me! You traitorous boy!" A sturdy monk with a leopard head and round eyes stood up and stared coldly at the ten young Tang students. A murderous aura that seemed to be tangible was released from his eyes. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature. The novels are better and updated faster!