Supreme Immortal Demon

No wonder Yan Xiaoyi once mentioned the White Dragon Emperor before, who turned out to be an in-law.

During the great tragedy and bitter cold weather, Master Long Yu led the crowd to rescue her. Luo Chuan had also seen her boating skills, and they could be described as miraculous. As long as Yan Xiaoyi learns half of it, it will be enough for now.

Boom!

There was a crash outside Yulong, and then the giant boat began to shudder.

Everyone stood firm under the impact, with different expressions on their faces.

"The Demon Cult Palace has begun to launch an attack. If we don't make the leap, we won't be able to escape once the Yulong has exhausted its source." Wu Ji, an old monk who is a regular customer of the Yulong, whispered in a low voice.

Qi Xinyue looked at Yan Xiaoyi, whose eyes were firm.

"Okay, from now on, you will be the acting captain of the Yulong." Qi Xinyue said to Yan Xiaoyi, "Whether we can get rid of the Demon Cult Palace depends entirely on you."

Yan Xiaoyi solemnly nodded: "However, I still need two deputies. The control cabin of the Yulong has three circles of mysterious roulette, and it requires at least three people to control it. The first person, I want to be Xiao Bing, don't worry, little C, you are just acting as deputy seats, it won’t be too difficult for the second person, I have to..."

While speaking, Yan Xiaoyi's eyes moved towards Luo Chuan.

Before Yan Xiaoyi could continue, Qi Xinyue glanced at a descendant of the emperor beside her. The descendant of the emperor understood, took a step forward, and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist Yan, why don't I let me act as your deputy.

Yan Xiaoyi originally wanted to choose Luo Chuan, but when he saw the descendant of the emperor volunteering, he was startled, and then nodded: "Fine, it's you. Let's go to the control cabin."

In the control cabin, Yan Xiaoyi, Cheng Xiaobing, and the descendant of the emperor named Xiang Shaoxing stood in front of the Xuanfa Roulette. Yan Xiaoyi pointed at the roulette and whispered something, while the other two listened. Side note.

Behind the screen, the seats that originally belonged to the trial Taoist officials were now occupied by the other descendants of the emperor, as well as Luo Chuan and Ziyun.

"I didn't expect that your little follower has such skills." Qi Xinyue glanced at Rong Xiaojia. He said with a half-smile: "I hope he can succeed. If he fails, we will all have to answer here. All the efforts made before by Fellow Daoist Luo will be in vain."

Luo Chuan and Ziyun were sitting at the edge of the seats, chatting in low voices, but Qi Xinyue changed the subject and brought the topic to him again.

Rong Xiaojia, Ye Sinfan, Xiaorou, including the remaining bald emperor descendant, all set their sights on Luo Chuan. Everyone's eyes contain different meanings.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Luo, I am polite."

At this moment, Huang Yuxin, a famous first-grade spirit transformation master, came over with a smile on his face and said in a low voice: "I don't know what school the Taoist Fellow Luo learned about his spirit-hunting immortal profession."

"It's a small place, nothing to mention." Luo Chuan said.

"Small place..." Huang Yuxin looked at Luo Chuan with more and more curiosity, but did not ask further: "Fellow Daoist Luo's attainments in the spirit transforming immortal profession have never been seen before, and I have only heard of such talents in rumors. If you have such a talent, you must not bury it. If you are free, Fellow Daoist Luo, you might as well follow the path to meet your master. The master of this path is..."

Huang Yuxin hasn't finished speaking yet. He was interrupted by a burst of deep laughter.

The person who started laughing was the bald descendant of the emperor. His appearance was as rough and unruly as Yuan Shitian's, but he was less arrogant and more restrained and low-key.

He glanced at Huang Yuxin, shook his head and chuckled: "Although the spirit-transforming immortal profession has been on the rise in recent years, it is, after all, just a partial auxiliary to the immortal profession. Fellow Daoist Luo's real talent for the immortal profession lies in the path of pastoral care. Not the spirit-transforming profession."

As he said that, the descendant of the bald emperor turned to Luo Chuan and chuckled: "This Taoist emperor is Kong Yufeng. This Taoist imperial family is the Beihuang imperial family in the Great Muhai of Beitian. Luo Daoyou can not only control Tai Sui, but also tame the hybrid unicorn. I think it is a must. Is it Gu Mu Dao?”

Luo Chuan was speechless, as he was mistaken for a pastoral priest by some strange combination of circumstances. He didn't even know how to explain it.

When Kong Yufeng saw Luo Chuan lowering his head with a "shy" look on his face, he couldn't help but laugh: "Our Beitian Damuhai is the middle ground where heaven and earth turn from life to death. From death to reincarnation. Between heaven and earth, there are two paths of life and death. , precipitated, accumulated, and fermented in the Great Mu Sea of ​​Beitian, thus giving birth to and attracting endless exotic beasts with ancient, ancient, and medieval bloodlines. The boundless Great Mu Sea of ​​Beitian is the source of every Mu Sea. The most desired holy land for Taoist Immortals, many Mu Dao Immortals will release or transfer the previously tamed alien beasts after exploring the Great Muhai of Beitian, because they no longer like it. Fellow Taoist Luo, if you are willing, I would like to invite you to go. I am a guest at the Beihuang Emperor’s house, and we will visit the Beitian Ranch together.”

Feeling Kong Yufeng's overly enthusiastic eyes, Luo Chuan's scalp went numb and he chuckled: "If there is a chance, I will definitely visit."

"Kong Yufeng, your rhetoric is still so old-fashioned." Qi Xinyue joked from the side: "I have heard you say this to no less than ten people, but you haven't heard anything about it."

"Haha, some people are destined, and some people are not destined." Kong Yufeng turned to Qi Xinyue, his eyes were much calmer: "As for Fellow Daoist Luo, even though he has been immersed in the path of pastoralism for so many years, he still can't see through it. Fellow Daoist Luo's methods are similar to those of pastoralism. It is not like Tao, but it is so freely retractable, and there is a connection between it and the strange beast, which is very similar to the ancient Mu Tao in ancient books. In short, it makes me curious. "

Hearing this, Luo Chuan smiled in his heart. Kong Yufeng had preconceptions, and that's why he always thought that he was a pastoral priest. If you change the angle and the location, you might not think so.

Whether it is Huang Yuxin or Kong Yufeng, Luo Chuan can feel their goodwill. Compared with the monks in Tiannan Territory, the monks in Jiutian World are much more generous, and Luo Chuan is also happy to make a few more such friends. .

Buzz!

A burst of dragon roar echoed inside the Yulong.

In front of the control room, Yan Xiaoyi and the others were finally ready. Under Yan Xiaoyi's command, Cheng Xiaobing and Xiang Shaoxing slowly turned the wheel and at the same time stretched out their hands to cast the runes suspended in the casting point. Compared with the two of them, Yan Xiaoyi's skills were much more skillful. He quickly turned the wheel with his left hand and struck frequently with his right hand, hitting the runes accurately. Every time the runes jump, it will cause the Yulong to tremble, and vaguely, a force is brewing in the Yulong.

"It's time to jump... Sure enough, the genius of the Emperor's family is different. It was the first time he controlled the Yulong, and he had already mastered it in a short time." Wu Ji, a veteran, caressed his long gray beard, unable to hide the joy in his voice.

Hearing this, the more than 40 monks in Yulonghao all looked happy.

"Xiao Yi usually likes to delve into some other disciplines and learn from the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought, just like his ancestors." Rong Xiaojia said with a smile.

"This is just the result of his staying at the White Dragon Emperor's house for a period of time. His talent is indeed extraordinary. I don't know what the level of the legendary Long Yushi, the number one master of female training, is." He didn't speak for a long time. Xiaorou also became active.

"Master Yu's boating skills have improved in the past few years. In my estimation, she is almost close to the level of a master." Qi Xinyue smiled faintly: "I heard that in the past two years, she couldn't stand the White Dragon Emperor's urging to get married, so she took her subordinates with her The fleet is heading to the south to conquer the white ghosts."

"Master Long Yu is also a famous beauty in the Jiutian Realm. Unfortunately, because of the White Dragon Emperor, not many people in the Jiutian Realm dare to marry her." Kong Yufeng said with a smile.

"Why is this?" Luo Chuan was listening and couldn't help but ask.

"You are not a descendant of the emperor. It is better not to know some things than to know them." Kong Yufeng smiled: "Speaking of which, the White Dragon Emperor is also a rare exception among the emperors. His behavior is difficult to figure out, and he is also the most unpredictable. The ultimate one. At least my grandfather’s evaluation is that the White Dragon Emperor will never reveal his true strength, and you will never know where his true strength lies, just like his Baiyuan Nuhai.”

Can’t get to the bottom of it…

Luo Chuan couldn't help but think of the time when he and the White Dragon Emperor fought side by side in the Ten Thousand Prisoners Ancient Tian Tower. Thinking about it now, "Boss Bai" at that time might not have even shown half of his strength.

The descendants of the emperor were chatting and laughing happily, but the other ordinary monks and regular patrons of the Yulong were not in this mood. They looked nervously and anxiously at the external water mirrors in the four directions of the control cabin.

In the water mirror, there is black silence, a vast void, and eight giant boats that are attacking.

Boom!

As Yan Xiaoyi vigorously turned the roulette wheel, the figure of Yulong in the water mirror began to tremble, and then became blurry, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and reality, just like an unstable afterimage.

The eight giant boats of the Demon Cult Palace also discovered Yulong's intentions and were about to release the French Open.

Whoosh!

The Yulong disappeared and separated from the void in the center of the eight monster boats. The next moment it appeared thirty miles away behind the giant boats. Under the control of Yan Xiaoyi, it drove forward with all its strength, keeping the eight giant boats far away. Leave it behind!

Cheers erupted from the Royal Dragon, and both the descendants of the emperor and the ordinary monks could no longer suppress the excitement and joy in their hearts. Even Luo Chuan smiled after escaping from a desperate situation.

Qi Xinyue suddenly turned her head and looked at Luo Chuan with a sweet smile. Luo Chuan didn't have time to avoid it, and their eyes met.

"The power source is no longer enough to support the next jump. However, according to the distance, it is not far from the next transmission node, which is Takata. As long as we reach Takata, we will all be safe."

Yan Xiaoyi turned his head and said with a tight face.

"Well done, Captain Yan." Rong Xiaojia, who was always serious about his words, smiled and gave a thumbs up to Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiaobing.

Yan Xiaoyi chuckled, turned his head, and continued to control the flying boat.

After a stick of incense, in the external water mirror, an island surrounded by the black sea of ​​void has appeared.

They were still far away, and everyone could only see the flying boats parked on the edge of the island, as well as the dark castle and streets in the island.

Yan Xiaoyi's face changed first, followed closely by Qi Xinyue, Rong Xiaojia, Xiaorou, Ye Sinfan... As the Yulong got closer and closer to Void Continent Island, the smiles on the faces of more than forty monks were all revealed. Start to solidify.

"There are so few flying boats...it can't be Takata...the aura of a demon." Luo Chuan stared at the teleportation node in the water mirror, shrouded in the evil aura of Nether Blood, and murmured.