Supreme Immortal Demon

"Bold!"

"Stop!"

"Private fighting is strictly prohibited in the Beihai Ancient Temple!"

It was not until then that the master of the ancient temple came to his senses. Ten gray-robed law enforcement officers flew out with shouts, drew out their green and red sickles, and surrounded Zhuang Biye in a circle.

On the other side, Lu Fanshuang, who was lingering on, struggled to take out a lot of spiritual medicine and stuffed it into his mouth. The Taoist priests of Wuliang Cave Mansion, Dachantou Sect and Feixue Sect hesitated for a moment, and also took out their own elixirs to heal Lu Fanshuang. Only Master Dangmo was motionless, staring at Lu Fanshuang coldly, resisting the killing intent.

"Get out of my way!"

Zhuang Biye's long hair flew, and his right foot touched the ground. A strong wave of air surged from his feet to all directions with him as the core. In a blink of an eye, ten green light pillars rose up and lifted the ten gray-robed law enforcement officers.

With this step, Zhuang Biye was like a dragon whale breaking through the waves, wrapped in boundless domineering power, and rushed towards Lu Fanshuang. At the same time, the Tyrant Spear in his hand turned into a ball of black light and flew out, breaking through the void, and stabbed in front of Lu Fanshuang in an instant.

The elders of the three sects all avoided it. The spear had not arrived yet, but the murderous aura had arrived. Lu Fanshuang's sternum, which had just healed, was torn again, causing his face to spasm in pain, and he spit out another mouthful of blood.

Buzz!

At this moment, the bell on the ancient temple suddenly trembled.

The sound waves gathered in a way that could be seen by the naked eye, turning into a transparent palm that crossed half of the ancient temple, blocking Zhuang Biye's close shot.

"Zhuang Henren, you broke the ban of the ancient temple, have you thought about the consequences!" The old voice came from a distant place outside the ancient temple, revealing a gloomy atmosphere.

At the same time, the mysterious patterns on all four sides of the top of the ancient temple moved, and those mysterious patterns sprayed out strange light, condensing in the air into ten three-headed and six-armed Yinchuan ancient people, who fell from the sky and blocked Zhuang Biye.

"Since the city lord knows that I am a ruthless man, why waste your words! Today I will avenge Luo Xiaoyou! Take the life of that hypocrite!"

Zhuang Biye laughed up to the sky, with golden crow light flashing in his eyes, and the tyrant spear in his hand turned into thousands of afterimages, covering the ten Yinchuan ancients. He naturally knew that once Lu Fanshuang returned to Kunting Mountain through the teleportation array, he would lose the opportunity to kill Lu Fanshuang. Now is his best and only chance.

Luo Chuan? Zhuang the ruthless man came for Luo Chuan?

The disciples of Kongxu Mountain Realm, such as Hua Xin, Lu Boya, Yin Chen, and Tang Yan'er, were all stunned, with incredible faces.

In the center of the ancient hall, Zhuang Biye slowed down. Every time he took a step forward, he would be besieged by the ten Yinchuan ancients. In less than three moves, his wrists were bleeding.

The six-armed ancient guardians used their unique skills, and the air waves rushed to the sky, the strength poured out, and the colorful magic weapons flashed cruel light and hit Zhuang Biye fiercely.

After ten rounds, Zhuang Biye had become a bloody man.

"Wow..." Little Zhuang Zhou couldn't hold back any longer, tears welled up.

He subconsciously wanted to run forward, but was held down by a withered old hand.

Old Man Tiancan appeared at some point, staring expressionlessly at Zhuang Biye who was fighting in the ancient temple: "This idiot...boy, remember everything you saw today, this is the consequence of being impulsive."

"Grandpa Tiancan, help my dad. Please, please..." Little Zhuang Zhou fell to his knees, knocking his head.

"Hmph, begging me is useless. Everything has a price, and this is his price." Old Man Tiancan had no emotion on his face.

Crack! The sound of broken bones rang out.

Zhuang Biye's right arm was cut off with skin and flesh, revealing the terrifying white bones, in exchange for only a small step forward. The ancient temple was silent. Such a tragic battle, not to mention the disciples of various sects, even the leaders and elders looked pale. Zhuang Biye, the ruthless man of Tiannan, lived up to his reputation!

Little Zhuangzhou's body trembled violently, and something in his eyes seemed to be about to burst. Suddenly, he raised his neck and yelled in pain: "No!"

A strong dark green gas burst out from his head and went straight through the roof of the temple. The sky outside the ancient temple was covered with dark clouds, wind and thunder, and the sky changed dramatically.

A series of strange black runes emerged from the boy's body, densely packed, full of ancient and mysterious aura.

Everyone was stunned and stared at little Zhuangzhou.

"Mysterious body!" The elder of Wuliang Cave sighed for a long time.

Zhuang Biye's tiger body shook wildly and his steps slowed down.

The old man Tiancan widened his eyes and suddenly shouted: "Zhuang Biye, why don't you get back! You know what it means to be born with a mysterious body! It doesn't matter if you want to die, but within a month your son will become a victim of the struggle between various forces! Can you bear it?"

Zhuang Biye didn't look back, his broad back twitched slightly, and a tired voice sounded: "Boy, do you hate your father?"

"No, no... hate." Little Zhuangzhou burst into tears.

Zhuang Biye coughed up blood and laughed: "Haha, good boy! I am Tiannan ruthless man Zhuang. I repay favors in person and avenge hatred on the spot. I never stay overnight! You often ask others why your father is called Tiannan ruthless. This is a ruthless man!"

Little Zhuang Zhou burst into tears and choked up, "Child, I understand! Daddy, don't worry... I, I, I will also be a ruthless man in the future!"

Old man Tiancan's eyes flickered, and a deep regret appeared on his face for a long time: "In this case, just consider that you sold little Zhuang Zhou to me... In exchange for three incense sticks on your grave next year."

"Deal." Zhuang Biye said lightly.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a trace of greed in the eyes of the listless Lu Fan, and Zhuang Biye was furious: "Don't even think about it!"

Zhuang Biye jumped up and pounced, and the ten wasteland people attacked again.

Crack! The left arm was broken!

An indescribable sense of shock hit the hearts of the disciples of the empty mountain world. At this moment, they really entered the cruel and ruthless world of cultivation.

Hua Xin, Lü Boya, Yin Chen and Tang Yan'er all thought of Luo Chuan. They were dissatisfied at first, but later, every step of Luo Chuan surprised them. The dissatisfaction in their hearts had long gone. They admired him but were a little jealous.

Until the ruthless man Zhuang Biye from Tiannan broke into the ancient temple, regardless of life and death, and fought in the ancient temple, just to avenge Luo Chuan.

The last trace of jealousy in the hearts of Lü Boya and others disappeared. They realized that the secular boy who was originally looked down upon by them had been walking far ahead of them from the moment he appeared, so far that they could not even see his back, as if they were in two different worlds.

Subconsciously, Tang Yan'er turned her head to look at the sea of ​​steles, was stunned, and suddenly shouted in joy: "Oh my God! Look!"

Everyone cast their eyes on the sea of ​​steles in the distance, including Zhuang Biye and the ten ancient people's guardians.

Just now, everyone focused their attention on the ancient temple, and no one paid attention to Luo Chuan. In their opinion, Luo Chuan's ending was doomed and there was no possibility of redemption.

On the top of the sea of ​​steles, the young man stood still, his body intact.

The cold wind blew from afar, rolling up the young man's long hair and flying away.

Although the sea of ​​steles was at the other end of the ancient temple, everyone could feel that a breath of tranquility with shocking fluctuations was slowly brewing.

Two Yin-Yang knife symbols hung above Luo Chuan's head, but they did not cut it down.

What are Yue Qun and Chen Yusheng waiting for! Lu Fanshuang's face was pale and his eyes were cold.

At this moment, Luo Chuan raised his head, and there was a smile on his face. It was a very strange smile.

Lu Fanshuang's heart was shocked, and his eyes fell on Luo Chuan's right fist.

Lu Fanshuang's eyelids trembled.

I saw the air near Luo Chuan's fist shattered layer by layer, and a strong and domineering breath surged from the heart of the fist, resisting the downward slash of the Yin-Yang knife symbol!

It's not that Chen Yusheng and Yue Qun don't want to kill Luo Chuan, but they are simply powerless!

"Hypocrisy! Shameless! Despicable! You are worthy of being Lu Fanshuang's apprentice." Luo Chuan raised his head and laughed loudly, his dark eyes full of blood.

In the horrified eyes of Chen Yusheng and Yue Qun, Luo Chuan's right hand passed through the afterimage and punched out!

The air was broken layer by layer. Luo Chuan's punch hit the Yin-Yang double swords, and the air within a radius of half a mile was broken at the same time. Waves of fist wind blew between heaven and earth, and the fist wind was like a whirlpool, making a buzzing sound, like crying and complaining.

My demon is merciful, I am not merciful!

The bloody murderous intent in Luo Chuan's eyes gradually converged, compressed into a point, extremely cold.

This punch is far from over.

Luo Chuan's self-created magic fist first style, destroying the city!

The fist force suddenly increased, the wind and clouds whistled, pressing towards the Beihai Mountains, and even the entire Wuhua City, with a great momentum of crushing.

This is the Beihai full of fierce aura, and the fierce aura has no harm to Luo Chuan, but instead boosts his power. However, for Yue Qun and Chen Yusheng, this place is a Jedi that they dare not move.

Comparing the two, this sea of ​​​​steles has become Luo Chuan's home court.

When Yue Qun and Chen Yusheng figured this out, it was too late.

The Yin Blade that Chen Yusheng sacrificed trembled violently, and a clearly visible crack emerged from the surface of the Yin Blade. Under the impact of Luo Chuan's fist force containing the breath of wind and cloud, the Yin Blade blades from the hands of the master shattered.

In the air, a huge transparent city phantom condensed and enveloped Chen Yusheng.

Deep fear erupted from the depths of his soul. Chen Yusheng vomited three mouthfuls of blood, his handsome face twitched, and he fell to the ground like a dead dog, shouting in despair: "Spare my life!"

The phantom of the city was shattered, and the fist force pierced through the dark sky and slammed into Chen Yusheng's eyebrows.

Blood splattered and bones broke.

In the fourth-level silver stele area, the tenth young master Chen Yusheng died!

Suddenly, ninety-six tombstones wailed at the same time, and the sound was louder and louder, and the original evil spirit that was rising into the sky was actually withdrawn.

At the same time, lines of floating text appeared on the front of each tombstone, all of which were the most proud martial arts of the Tiannan strongmen in their lives!

Thousands of years ago, it was the Nine Dragon King who killed one city and one city, and harvested their lives within three moves. Thousands of years later, facing the descendants of the Nine Dragon King, the undead on the tombstones trembled and surrendered.

Yue Qun raised his head and stared blankly at the phantom of the city that fell from the sky. Through the phantom of the city, an irresistible fist force swept over.

"This is impossible! He is just an ordinary person! Master, save me!" Yue Qun looked unbelievable and screamed in horror.

Snap!

The Yang knife broke from the middle, and the breath dissipated.

Yue Qun was full of fear and grabbed the waist card without hesitation. His hand speed was very fast, but Luo Chuan's magic fist was faster. He had just touched the waist card when the fist force arrived.

In the ancient temple, everyone looked at Lu Fanshuang, including the disciples of Kunting Mountain, who began to have a hint of doubt in their eyes. Lu Fanshuang had no choice but to suppress his injuries, pinched the seal with his hands, and suddenly reached into the void to grab Yue Qun.

The backlash of the evil spirit of the sea of ​​​​steles and the fist force poured in from the void at the same time. At the edge of the void of the ancient temple, there were strong waves of qi, and the evil spirit was whistling, like a sea of ​​clouds and fog, as if it was going to devour all the creatures in the ancient temple. The Taoist priests of various sects protected their disciples and hid far away.

Lu Fanshuang drew his left hand and slashed fiercely. The knife light was heavy and continuous like the sea waves, resisting the roaring evil spirit. At the same time, Lu Fanshuang's right hand passed through the void, picked up Yue Qun, and retreated quickly.

This exhausted all his strength, and his already extremely serious injuries worsened again. The spirit in his eyes was peeled off and he was shaky.

Halfway through, when he saw the bloody Yue Qun in his hand, who was dead beyond death, Lu Fanshuang's body shook violently, his face turned pale, he lowered his head and spit out a large mouthful of blood, collapsed and fainted.

The seventh of the ten young masters, Kunting Mountain Yue Qun, died!

In the ancient palace, Zhuang Biye took back the Tyrant Spear, wiped the blood off his face, and exhaled softly. Turning his head, he saw little Zhuang Zhou excitedly looking at the sea of ​​monuments, crying and laughing. Zhuang Biye smiled faintly, with a touch of joy in his eyes.

The old man Tiancan snorted, glanced at Zhuang Biye with dissatisfaction, and when he turned his head to look at Luo Chuan, his eyes were full of strange lights.

"This is definitely not the first time... He really killed the immortals." Yin Chen murmured.

"Nonsense!" Lu Boya and Tang Yan'er stared at him at the same time.

"Brother..." Hong Yin Gu was also excited. Seeing Qin Jiatian was about to speak, she frowned and said, "Don't laugh anymore!"

Not far away, Master Dangmo still had a serious face. She was relieved but also worried. Luo Chuan had more secrets than Qin Jiatian. His rise in the future was inevitable. I wonder if Kongxu Mountain Realm could control him.

Gradually, the ancient hall became quiet.

Silent, even the sound of breathing disappeared.

Amid countless complicated gazes, the young man jumped down the sea of ​​steles.

Every time he went down a level, the wailing sound decreased. When he jumped down the sea of ​​steles, the huge sea of ​​steles and the surrounding mountains were extremely silent.

The evil cloud haze that had been shrouding the sea of ​​steles all year round gradually faded and finally disappeared.

The north wind blew, blowing away the skeletons on the mountain.

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