Supreme Immortal Demon

"A moment of carelessness can lead to a big mistake!"

Qi Xinyue took two steps back, with a trace of remorse in her eyes: "It must be Captain Fang who concealed the truth from those Taoist officials and secretly changed the route. The Yulong's route is no longer heading to Takata."

"So, where is this place?" Rong Xiaojia stared at the island in the water mirror in front of him, shrouded in a gray blood mist.

After a brief silence, the old voice sounded from behind everyone.

"If my guess is correct, we have arrived at Bianhuang Blood Castle."

Everyone turned their heads and looked at the veteran Wu Ji.

"Bianhuang Blood Castle... actually exists." Kong Yufeng, a descendant of the emperor, turned slightly pale.

"Normally speaking, the last teleportation node to go to the outer realm is Takata. But the demon monks had already established their own teleportation node on the other side of the void opposite Takata many years ago, and they also went to the outer realm. , but it is limited to demon monks. Therefore, Bianhuang Blood Castle is where the power of the Demon Cult Palace is entrenched.”

The veteran Wu Ji said in a low voice. Every time he said something, everyone's expressions became uglier.

"Turn the boat around quickly!" Qi Xinyue frowned and shouted.

Yan Xiaoyi gritted his teeth and quickly turned the roulette wheel.

But at this moment, the shadows of eight giant boats floated in the external water mirror.

The eight giant boats from the Demon Cult Palace finally caught up! Encirclement the Yulong from the rear.

In Yulong, many ordinary monks looked desperate.

Behind them were eight flying boats from the Demon Cult Palace, and in front of them. But it was a huge island occupied by monsters from outside the world. Inadvertently, they fell into death again.

"What should we do now? There is not enough water source, and Yulong can no longer jump!" Yan Xiaoyi turned around with a helpless look on his face.

Qi Xinyue stared at the outside water mirror and clenched her hands.

Just as she hesitated for a moment, thousands of energy waves rotated and shot from behind, hitting the Yulong.

Boom!

The Yulong shook violently, and the bloody dragon pattern on the bulkhead gradually dimmed.

"They are consuming the source of the Yulong! When the source is used up, the Yulong will naturally fall into their hands!" Yan Xiaoyi said anxiously.

The words fell. From the Border Blood Castle not far away. Another small flying boat rose up and flew towards the Yulong.

After one jump, more than thirty small airships had already formed a siege on the Yulong.

"It's over." An ordinary monk murmured, the color draining from his face.

Despair spread. It poured into the hearts of every monk present. Even Yan Xiaoyi and the others stopped driving the flying boat. He stared blankly at more and more flying boats outside the water mirror.

At this moment, the young man's voice sounded.

"Yan Xiaoyi, turn around. Go hit those eight flying boats."

More than forty eyes all fell on Luo Chuan.

"Are you going to fight to the death?" Yan Xiaoyi smiled bitterly, and then shook his head: "There is not much source of Yulong left. Even if Yunzu hits it with all his strength, it will be difficult to cause harm to them."

"Listen to me." Luo Chuan said: "If you turn around and hit us, you may still have a 10% chance of escaping. Otherwise, even if you don't die, you will become prisoners."

Looking at the calm-looking young man, many monks showed a trace of shame in their eyes, especially the descendants of the emperor. They were from prominent backgrounds and had superior status and talents. However, when faced with a desperate situation, they were not as calm as a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy. .

"Fellow Daoist Luo, do you have any good ideas? How sure are you?" Rong Xiaojia asked.

Luo Chuan nodded and shook his head, and smiled faintly: "It's not very good. But only by giving it a try will you know how sure you are."

Boom! Another sound!

The Yulong shook more violently, and the bloody dragon pattern on the cabin roof became darker and darker.

Qi Xinyue turned her head and looked deeply at Luo Chuan, with an inexplicable light shining in her eyes: "So, how to do it specifically? What do you want me to do?"

"You can't help." Luo Chuan shook his head and looked at Yan Xiaoyi: "Xiaoyi, when we are about to collide, you need to open an exit. Just let me go out alone... No, you also need to Bigger.”

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed slightly, and they looked at Luo Chuan with surprise and uncertainty. Xiang Shaoxing, a descendant of the emperor, including many ordinary monks and regular patrons, had a hint of doubt in their eyes.

The woman's laughter rang out.

Qi Xinyue came to Luo Chuan, looked at the young man in front of her carefully, and smiled sweetly: "In this way, our life and death are all in your hands. Regardless of whether we succeed or not, our Wuyue Emperor family will I owe you a favor.”

"The Emperor's Family of the Five Sacred Mountains. There are mountains beyond the mountains, and the Five Sacred Mountains hold up the sky."

Reciting the family motto in a low voice, Qi Xinyue turned to Yan Xiaoyi: "Just do what he said. Turn around, Captain Yan."

"Xiao Yi, this time, just listen to Fellow Daoist Luo." Rong Xiaojia said solemnly.

"good."

Yan Xiaoyi gritted his teeth, turned the wheel, and quickly clicked on the floating rune.

Wow!

A wave of turbulence set off in the void.

The Yulong turned the boat's head and rushed towards a giant boat due west against the dense waves of Dao energy.

In Yulong, everyone's eyes were focused on Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan remained motionless.

Under the attack of more and more energy waves, Yulong's forward speed became slower and slower, like a clumsy turtle.

"You can't hit the demon flying boat this way. No, speed up!" Luo Chuan said to Yan Xiaoyi.

"But if you speed up, the source will definitely be completely consumed." Yan Xiaoyi said hesitantly.

"Speed ​​up." Luo Chuan repeated.

"Xiao Yi, listen to him."

"Accelerate as hard as you can."

Qi Xinyue and Rong Xiaojia said at the same time.

Yan Xiaoyi pursed his lips, his face showing a resolute look, no longer hiding, and controlled the Yulong to hit the flying boat with all his strength.

As the Yulong started to run at full speed, the distance between it and the flying boat was getting closer and closer.

"Xiaoyun. You and Qin Mo and the others will guard the Yulong for a while. The main thing is not to let them go out and find out my secret." Luo Chuan turned his head and whispered to Ziyun.

"What secret?" Ziyun didn't react for a while. Just when he wanted to ask, Luo Chuan had already walked forward.

At this time, the Yulong was less than half a mile away from the flying boat in the water mirror. The flying boat didn't expect the Yulong to suddenly accelerate, and it couldn't dodge in time, and it was about to hit it in a blink of an eye.

"Open the exit." Luo Chuan shouted.

Yan Xiaoyi gritted his teeth and clicked a rune with his right hand.

At the moment when the two boats were about to collide, a circular hole window slowly opened above Luo Chuan's head, and Luo Chuan disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Bang!

A loud noise!

Less than a hundred miles away from the Borderland Blood Castle, the Yulong and the Demon Cult's Faliu collided with each other.

A crack opened on the cabin roof of the Faliu. An open-air deck like a mountain was floating up. The demon monks appeared on the open-air deck, looking at the nearby Yulong with fanaticism.

Perhaps because of the collision, bloody corpses fell from the Yulong and landed on the deck. There were corpses of human monks. There were also corpses of demon monks.

But the next moment. Before the demon monks flew to the Yulong, the Yulong disappeared out of thin air.

In the lonely void, only the flying boat of the Demon Cult was left.

On the open-air deck of the Faliu. Among hundreds of dead bodies, Luo Chuan calmly sucked the Nanhai Immortal Gourd and the storage ring into the Huangting Secret Realm, and then reversed the Nine Deaths and One Life Skill. Gradually, he lost all his breath, like a dead body.

Just now, when the two boats collided, Luo Chuan put on the robe of a dead demon monk, wrapped up thousands of corpses, flew out of the Yulong, and fell into the deck of the Faliu, and then used the Nanhai Immortal Gourd to collect the Yulong.

Luo Chuan hid among hundreds of dead bodies, and with the Nine Deaths and One Life Skill, he could pretend to be dead, so he was 90% sure that he could get away with it. When the demon monks dumped these corpses into the void and sailed away, he would have escaped.

Carefully releasing the Tianmen Dharma Thought, soon, all kinds of sounds came into Luo Chuan's ears.

"What happened? It disappeared?"

"Who knows what happened?"

"Humph, who knows! The great achievement I had just made is gone! I am so angry."

"The Yulong did not fall, but there are so many useless corpses... Hehe, let's deal with it the old way?"

"Of course... Release the demon lions! They haven't eaten enough for a while!"

Luo Chuan's eyelids twitched, and in Tianmen's vision, ten strange lions that were as tall as mixed-blood unicorns stepped out from behind a group of demon monks.

Ice-blue fur, wings like bat wings, scorpion-like tails, eyes red as blood...Ten demon lions exuding the aura of the fourth level of Guixu stared at the corpses on the deck, drooling to their feet.

"Eat quickly! You can only grow up if you are full."

A demon monk who was two feet tall swung out an iron whip and hit the demon lion's butt, laughing.

Ten demon lions opened their bloody mouths and ran into the group of corpses, biting and chewing the corpses one by one.

Soon, a demon lion approached Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan didn't care to continue pretending to be dead, and stopped the reverse nine deaths and one life. Blood energy emanated from his spirit platform, and at the same time, he activated the blood of the dead. In a blink of an eye, a faint demonic aura covered the surface of his body.

"Cough cough cough..."

A low cough suddenly sounded in the dead silence of the corpses.

The demon monks stopped talking, and the ten demon lions also stopped. Their eyes swept across thousands of corpses and fell on the young demon cultivator who was "as thin as a thread".

"Is there anyone alive?"

"He is so lucky. All those trapped in the Yulong died, but he is still alive."

"Looking at his robe, he seems to be from the Demon Mountain Spirit Cave lineage. Are there any Taoist friends from that lineage left?"

"Why do I feel something strange?"

"Hehe, you are worrying too much. Come on, tell the adults quickly."

The voices of the demon monks reached Luo Chuan's ears. Luo Chuan's face turned pale. He activated the Dragon Body Technique, and bloody wounds appeared all over his body, and blood kept flowing. For Luo Chuan, who practiced the Dragon Body Technique, doing this was not painful at all, but in the eyes of others, it seemed like he had experienced a tragic battle, stole the blessing of heaven, and survived by chance.

The footsteps came from far away.

Soon, several demon monks appeared in front of Luo Chuan.

"Save...save me." Luo Chuan stretched out his hand tremblingly, tried to raise his head, and said with a lingering breath. (To be continued...)