Supreme Immortal Demon

Luo Chuan held the first power source in his palm, and the roar of fighting echoed in his ears, and a strong smell of blood kept coming to the source cabin.

After several years of ups and downs, Luo Chuan had killed people everywhere, and he had no feeling for slaughter and death. But he could clearly feel the approaching demonic breath, and there was a lot of Taoist power in the breath. In the Yulong, the Taoist master was invincible, and only by opening the emergency defense as soon as possible could there be hope to turn the situation around!

The twelve crystal clear power source boxes must be kept stable at the same time to open the emergency defense!

Luo Chuan completed the fusion of the first source, and the next thing to do was to fuse eleven more!

Tianmen Fa Nian was running at full power, like a precise tentacles, accurately inserted into the origins in all directions, and insightfully measured the scattered origins.

The source box was damaged, the source was split, and the origin was also absorbed by the monks invisibly, and the overall number was not as good as before. Luo Chuan must divide the forty-seven sources into twelve equal parts, so that the twelve sources can be fused and refined to maintain stability.

Wow!

Sources turned up one after another, like colorful waves, stirring around Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan's hand shadows flew faster and faster, and gradually, a heavy feeling began to appear in the mysterious technique, just like a giant beating the tide in the surging waves.

Luo Chuan himself is a Tianmen monk. He has an unparalleled talent for flashing back, repeating, and memorizing Tianmen's magic thoughts in an instant. In addition, he has trained the three elements of speed, strength, and accuracy, and his strong body can resist the impact of the power of the source again and again. He has an excellent talent for the immortal position of spiritual transformation.

The only thing he lacks is the method.

All things are primitive.

Although Luo Chuan has not practiced and learned any spiritual transformation method, he is facing heavy pressure and crisis. In the process of fusing and refining the twelve sources, he subconsciously looks for a fast and steady spiritual transformation method.

Compared with many high-quality spiritual transformation methods, the method used by Luo Chuan seems very simple and crude. Therefore, it can only be called a method. However, for Luo Chuan, it is the most practical and simple method without any tediousness.

Watching the power source being nurtured and born in Luo Chuan's hands, the monks' breathing stopped. Inside and outside the power source cabin, except for the impact of the source, almost no other sound can be heard.

"Isn't he a herdsman immortal? How did he become a hunter immortal?" Cheng Xiaobing stared at Luo Chuan in disbelief and muttered to himself.

Huang Yuxin was also incredulous. Different trades are like different mountains. Only as a famous spiritual transformation teacher, he clearly understood what kind of talent the boy in front of him had in the spiritual transformation immortal position.

Such a gifted spiritual transformation cultivator must not be buried! With his talent. In the future, he can at least become a figure in the top 50 or even the top 20 in the current spiritual transformation immortal position.

Huang Yuxin thought secretly.

"It's done, it's done!"

Cheers rang out in front of the source cabin, and more than 20 monks looked excitedly at the ten pillars of power source floating in Luo Chuan's palm, as if they saw the hope of survival.

However, at this moment, another more violent sound came.

That was the overwhelming shouting and killing!

The monks turned their heads and their faces turned pale. It turned out that the demon monks had already forced to kill within a thousand steps of the power source cabin. Behind them were piles of corpses and rivers of blood.

And directly opposite the demon monks, led by Qi Xinyue, the retreating monks of the Yulong. Although Qi Xinyue and other descendants of the emperor had high-grade Taoist robes and magic weapons, and sealed demon beasts, the demon monks who led them all had the cultivation of the True Dao Realm. Although there were no more than ten people, they were invincible in the Yulong.

In a blink of an eye, dozens of Guixu monks were broken through the magic circle and killed on the spot. Most of them were the accompanying guards of the descendants of the emperor. At the moment before death, they were still shouting the mottos of their respective imperial families, and the tragic breath came with the bloody wind and rain.

"They are coming!" Cheng Xiaobing stared at the demon monk who was less than 500 steps away in a blink of an eye, his eyes were red, and his chubby face was full of tension, and he shouted.

Luo Chuan had appeared at the first source box without knowing when, but the source box was damaged and difficult to repair in a short time. Even if the power source was stored back, it would continue to dissipate.

"Fat meat! Help me." Luo Chuan's Tianmen magic thought was transmitted into the storage ring, sweeping the snow-white rotten meat that was squirming: "Divide it into twelve pieces, help me plug those holes!"

Tai Sui trembled and murmured that only Luo Chuan could hear: "Plug the holes? It hurts! It hurts! Are you, are you a wild fat meat! You always deny it... Why should I help you!"

Luo Chuan's face froze.

Yu Guangzhong. The demon monks led by six Daoli Realm monks came from all directions like a tide and entered the 200-step range of the power source cabin.

There were only a few Guixu Realm monks left among the descendants of the emperor, and the remaining dozen descendants of Guixu and the monks who accompanied them were exhausted and seriously injured.

Bang!

A graceful figure was thrown towards the power source cabin.

Qi Xinyue's last body-protecting magic weapon was broken, and a mouthful of blood spurted out in the air, like a kite with a falling line, flying backwards into the power source cabin, landing right at Luo Chuan's feet.

Looking up, Qi Xinyue saw Luo Chuan holding the twelve pillars of the power source in his hands, and a fleeting surprise appeared on his beautiful face that had lost all its blood.

"Hurry up, it's too late!" Qi Xinyue roared.

Luo Chuan sighed secretly, and he couldn't think of any other way for a while.

"Okay, Roupang... I am the wild Roupang. Is that okay now?" Luo Chuan's Tianmen magic thoughts swept across Tai Sui fiercely.

"Hahaha! You, you are just a wild fat man! I guessed right! I, I..."

Before Tai Sui finished speaking, Luo Chuan pulled him out roughly, and tore him into twelve pieces with lightning speed.

Qi Xinyue stood up shakily, just in time to see Tai Sui broken into twelve equal parts in Luo Chuan's hands, and a look of astonishment appeared on her beautiful face. Blocked by Qi Xinyue and Ziyun, Luo Chuan's move was not seen by others.

Crack!

More than twenty Guixu monks were beheaded by the demon monks and flew high!

The demon monks were less than a hundred steps away from the power source cabin. A demon monk saw Luo Chuan who was storing the power source, and his face changed slightly: "What is he doing... Stop him!"

Six demon monks in the True Dao realm also saw Luo Chuan, their faces changed at the same time, and they quickly attacked.

"Xiaoyun, press the dragon seal!"

Luo Chuan shouted while quickly storing the source back into the box.

One tenth of a second later, Luo Chuan had already injected the last pillar of power source into the source box, and then slapped Tai Sui fiercely!

"It hurts, it hurts... ah, ah... don't, don't... hit, hit..." Tai Sui wailed.

The nearest force attack was only five steps away from the source power cabin!

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

The white-haired boy appeared in front of the blood dragon head seal. "Snap" sounded and pressed it hard.

As the power source was restored and re-operated, the emergency defense was activated, and a dragon roar echoed in the cabin.

Blood dragon patterns emerged from the blood dragon head seal, flying in the air, and gathered into a blood dragon ocean in a blink of an eye, pouring out of the power source cabin. Spreading to all directions of the Yulong.

Huh... Six forces of Taoism were submerged and dissolved by the blood dragon ocean, and then the six demon monks in the Taoism realm also melted into a pool of blood residue and flesh in the blood dragon ocean.

Wherever the blood dragon sea went, the broken inner cabin of the Yulong was repaired layer by layer, and even the big hole on the top of the cabin began to repair and close. Blood light overflowed from the blood dragon sea, soaring into the sky, and deposited a thick layer of defensive treasure armor on the inner and outer walls of the Yulong's cabin. The treasure armor was engraved with blood symbols of ferocious soaring dragons. The light was overflowing, full of amazing defensive power.

The Yulong trembled slightly, obviously starting the emergency defense. After the cabin was repaired, changes also occurred outside the cabin.

However, no one cast a spell to observe the changes outside the Yulong, including Luo Chuan.

The emergency defense ban only launched an offensive against the Daoli realm monks in the cabin, and hundreds of demon monks below the Daoli realm stood there for a long time. Then he touched the intact body, and a ferocious look gradually appeared on his face.

"Hahaha, a false alarm!"

"Kill! Kill them all! Seize the Yulong!"

"Kill the two guys in the source cabin! Avenge the adults!"

"Oh, there's a beautiful woman over there! Tsk tsk, there's never been such a beauty in the outer domain!"

The demon monks wore dark long robes, and their bodies were shrouded in dark blood evil spirits. Their auras ranged from the Infant Realm to the Return to Void Realm. Although all the Dao Power Realm monks had been killed. There were less than ten people in the fourth level of Return to Void, but compared with the remaining monks in the Yulong, they had the upper hand in both number and strength.

Rong Xiaojia, Yan Xiaoyi, Cheng Xiaobing and other descendants of the emperor gritted their teeth and stared at the demon monks who rushed up to kill them, each of them using their own magic.

Their accompanying monks were almost wiped out. Although the current situation was much better than before, they still couldn't turn it around.

But they all had the blood of the Emperor family flowing in their bodies. The maxims and words of their ancestors echoed clearly in their ears at this moment.

"Zilong Imperial Family. All the wise men in the world are in our grasp!" Rong Xiaojia whispered the Imperial Family motto, and his voice was full of natural morality, as if he had infinite power. Then he flashed and rushed out!

"Dongyuan Imperial Family. If there is a grudge, it must be avenged, and if there is a debt, it must be repaid!" Cheng Xiaobing roared and flew out.

"Huaguang Imperial Family. The great public of the world, all fires shine!" A descendant of the Emperor with blood on his face was infected, shouted the motto, laughed and rushed back.

"Sure enough, there are still many children of the Imperial Family. Hahaha, another great achievement! Catch them! You guys, follow me to occupy the source cabin!" The leading demon cultivator of the fourth level of Guixu flashed disdain in his green eyes, and flew to the power source cabin.

In a moment, five demon cultivators of the fourth level of Guixu were like black smoke, passing by everyone and flew into the power source cabin in a blink of an eye.

Qi Xinyue took a deep breath, her plump and upright chest swayed slightly, and her bright eyes showed determination. She was about to make a move, but at this moment, a low roar suddenly sounded in her ears, and a tall shadow rose from behind and submerged her.

The roar was deep and deep, as if it had traveled through the ancient and modern rivers and came from the distant and vast ancient times.

Qi Xinyue turned her head and glanced behind Luo Chuan, her body trembling: "This is... Qilin!"