Supreme Immortal Demon

Luo Chuan turned a deaf ear and continued to move forward.

"Boy? Why are you crazy? This is the territory of demons! Do you think you can escape? Why don't you let me out yet! It doesn't matter if you die, but don't implicate me! No... you can't die yet! You belong to me. Human elixir..."

Taoist Kongkong shouted reluctantly.

"Quiet!" Luo Chuan shot a yin and yang magic power towards the gourd mouth, hitting Taoist Kongkong.

"You, you...you little thief of human elixirs!" Taoist Kongkong turned pale with anger, gritted his teeth, and said nothing for a while.

Luo Chuan swept out of the port and stepped onto the wilderness area. In front of him was a fiery red forest. There is a human face under the canopy of every old tree in the forest. The branches and leaves are like arms extending in all directions, curled and twisted, swaying slightly under the breeze of the void sea, making a baby-like cry.

Behind the flaming dense forest is the Wushui Ferry. Up and down the Wushui, black sand swirls, stirring up whirlpools on the water. In the whirlpools, white bones and skeletons float, with blue eyes.

After Wushui Ferry, there is an old and ruined area. Many demon monks with torn clothes live in shanty buildings. The demon monks fight with each other, snatching food, elixirs, and property, and corpses are everywhere.

After the chaos of the old area, there is a circle of markets, with pavilions and pagodas standing there, restaurants, tea shops, and treasure shops. In this area, Luo Chuan's Tianmen Dharma was keenly aware of many powerful auras, some of which were faintly higher than those of the Chief Hua on the Yulong.

These four areas, one after another, formed four long circles surrounding the Blood Castle in the center of the island.

The entire Bianhuang Blood Castle teleportation node covers an area of ​​more than 1,800 miles, which is far larger than any Void Island encountered along the way to Luochuan.

"There's always a hiding place in a place this big."

In an instant, Luo Chuan saw the composition of Bianhuang Blood Castle in his eyes, swayed his body, and continued to move forward.

After passing through the narrow forest of blood and fire, Luo Chuan appeared in front of Wushui Ferry and stood firm. Looking ahead and to the left: "Come out."

"Haha, good eyesight."

applause.

A wave arose in the black water, and with the sound of water, a faint water shadow appeared in front of the ferry, turning from virtual reality into a handsome and innocent man.

The man was dressed in silver robes and had the aura of the peak of the fourth level of Guixu. There is no evil aura in his body, nor is there any demonic nature unique to demon cultivators. He is gentle and elegant, with a smile on his lips.

But Luo Chuan knew that the man in front of him must be a demon monk. Just because this is the Borderlands Blood Castle.

"You look younger than the Shui Jing biography picture, with a bone age of no more than twenty. I heard that you killed four Lingtai monks in the Return to the Void Realm on the Fa Liu. You are considered to be quite capable. In this way, Yun Cong, according to Blood Castle I have to take you away." The man smiled and looked at Luo Chuan curiously.

"Are you from Bianhuang Blood Castle?" As Luo Chuan spoke, he aimed at Wushui Ferry and suddenly punched out.

boom!

The storm formation hidden in the air is exposed!

The magic circle is connected to the black water and black sand, with the silver-robed monk as the eye. It's like a black storm blocking the ferry, its power has surpassed the Return to the Void Realm and reached the Dao Power level!

"You really have good eyesight, no wonder you stopped. Yes, I am the patrol officer of the Wujiang River of Bianhuang Blood Castle. Those skeletons and white bones floating in the Wujiang River in front of you are all monks like you who do not abide by the laws of the Blood Castle." Yun Cong smiled and said, with a hint of pride in his eyes: "Even if you are the nephew of a certain king from the outside world, you must abide by the rules when you come to the Blood Castle. Otherwise, no matter how tough the backstage is, no one can keep you... ...Oh? It seems like you don’t know yet. Just stop talking.”

"What will happen if I just surrender?" Luo Chuan asked calmly.

"Of course we will hand it over to the Outland Fleet." Yun Cong smiled and said, "Although our Wild Blood Castle is of its own kind, we don't want to provoke Outland for nothing."

"That can only count you as unlucky."

After Luo Chuan finished speaking, he ducked out of the way. Disappear.

The silver-robed man's eyes showed a cold light, and a dark aura floated on his face. He closed and opened his eyes, and the energy and blood in his body surged like a dragon. The power of the spiritual platform surged out. He turned around without knowing when, and punched to the side. rear.

boom!

Two fists collide!

Yun Cong took three steps back, his arms hanging down weakly, and he looked in surprise at the giant who was more than half a foot in front of him!

With the pursuers still behind him, Luo Chuan naturally didn't bother to entangle, activated his life and blood, and directly transformed into the physical form of the ancient people of Tiannan. All the power of the Lingtai poured out, and his skills were brewing in the front of his fists, and he forced himself towards Yuncong.

boom! Another sound!

The water of Wujiang River rises upward, and black sand swirls into the air along with skulls and bones.

Yun Cong took five steps back, his body trembling wildly, and his other arm was also broken. He looked at Luo Chuan in surprise: "Are you a human monk?"

Compared with the four-winged green demon, the Wujiang Foreign Patrol Envoy of the Blood Castle is both at the peak of the fourth level of Guixu, but his physical strength is obviously better. However, Luo Chuan Longjuan's physical skills and skills have already broken through the second level of Guixu. Down, still unable to fight back.

When the words "human monk" came into his ears, a cold light flashed in Luo Chuan's eyes, and he took a step forward to kill.

"Wait! You can't kill him! If you kill the Wujiang Foreign Patrol Envoy, the entire Bianhuang Blood Castle will regard you as a mortal enemy! They will fight until death! You are finished!" Taoist Kongkong said in a panic.

Yun Cong, the Wujiang patrol envoy, had both arms broken. He looked at Luochuan fearfully, turned around and fled half a mile away!

"Old man, you are thinking too much. How could they find me."

Luo Chuan squeezed his handprints, and the golden-winged Dapengtian, using the magic power of yin and yang to shoot!

Although Yun Cong was slightly stronger than the four-winged green demon, his body reaction speed was not as fast. Before he could fly away on the cloud, he was hit on the right leg by the golden handprint.

Although his strong body blocked 60% of the magic power, some of the Yin and Yang magic power still penetrated into his thigh and broke his leg bone.

Snap!

Yun Cong fell to the ground, raised his head, looked at Luo Chuan who appeared in front of him with cold eyes, and laughed bitterly: "Blood Castle will not let you go."

"Just to save my life. Sorry."

Luo Chuan punched out and killed Yun Cong. Looking at his right leg that was broken by the magic power, he pressed down with another palm, breaking the leg bone and destroying the trace of magic power.

There were bursts of breaking wind behind him. In Luo Chuan's Tianmen vision, hundreds of demon cultivators rushed into the dense forest from all directions and surrounded him.

Luo Chuan did not stop. He changed back to his original form, took a step forward, crossed the magic circle that had lost its array eye, and appeared in the center of Wujiang when he fell.

The Wu River swayed, and Luo Chuan looked down at the slightly clearer river water. The water reflected the face of a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old.

"It's about to change back."

Luo Chuan murmured. Hundreds of demon cultivators behind him had begun to cross the river, and from the blood castle in the distance, three-headed black crows flew out, with monks with demonic energy sitting on their backs. The auras of the leading few had reached the level of Dao power.

Luo Chuan's eyes fell on the desolate and messy area on the other side of the Wu River, and he flashed away.

Almost at the moment when Luo Chuan jumped up. A bloody giant hand emerged from his feet, grabbed upwards, but grabbed nothing.

Bloody strange claws stretched out from the Wu River, some more than a hundred feet long, and some as short as ten feet, raising a black sand hurricane to block the monks on the river.

Screams continued to sound behind Luo Chuan. When Luo Chuan landed on the other side of the Wujiang River, he saw that thirty or forty demon monks had been caught by the monster claws and dragged down the Wujiang River.

In front of Luo Chuan, the team of more than 300 black crow monks had already crossed the city area. The black crows had three heads and nine eyes, and under the magic of the demon monks, they emitted dark light. Scanning the ground.

Between Luo Chuan and them, there was only this messy old area in front of him.

Luo Chuan released the Tianmen Dharma thought and quickly swept through the messy old area. The messy old area was like some slums in the Tiannan region in the past, where the declining demon cultivators gathered, the big ones ate the small ones, the small ones ate the weak, and burned, killed and looted everywhere.

The Tianmen Dharma thought was fixed somewhere in the northeast of the messy old area. Luo Chuan's body turned into a phantom and disappeared. When he appeared again, Luo Chuan had come to a dilapidated water and wood house.

This water and wood house was far away from the other abandoned houses. In front of the water and wood house, several demon cultivators laughed wildly. One of them kicked the boy in front of him to the ground, staring at the golden wood he had snatched, with a smug look on his face.

"Give it back to me! This is what my father left for me! Give it back to me quickly! When my father comes back, you're done!"

The boy's face flushed, he covered his chest, and said with tears in his eyes.

Behind the boy, a panicked woman hugged the boy desperately to stop him from continuing.

"Your father? Hahaha, he hasn't been back for three years. He either died outside or left you orphans and widows behind and went to live happily."

"Twenty-year-old golden ebony, not bad, it seems that your family still has a lot of good things."

"Get out!"

The demon cultivator, wearing a black robe full of holes and dirt, smiled grimly at the mother and son, and kicked them hard.

The mother and son were terrified, trembling and closing their eyes.

Bang!

The demon cultivator's legs were broken at the roots, and he screamed.

A young monk of about seventeen or eighteen years old appeared in front of him.

"Who are you?"

The other demon cultivators looked at the young cultivator, but before they could say anything, they were killed one by one by Luo Chuan, and their bodies were destroyed.

The mother and son opened their eyes and stared at Luo Chuan in a daze, with fear and panic in their eyes.

"Don't be afraid. I'll lend you a place to hide for a while." Luo Chuan pointed to the water and wood house and said with a smile.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The sound of breaking wind echoed over the chaotic old area, and more than three hundred Blood Castle monks riding on black crows fell from the sky, and the huge chaotic old area suddenly became a mess.

"He disappeared here, he must have hidden, look for me from house to house!"

The leading Taoist monk waved his hand and ordered. In his hand was a water mirror, in which was a young monk who was more than nine feet tall and had long hair hanging down to his waist.

More than three hundred Blood Castle monks formed groups of three, turning into streams of black water, sweeping in all directions.

Soon, three Blood Castle monks arrived in front of the water house.

"There is a smell of blood." A monk sniffed twice and looked at the water house.

The three exchanged glances, said nothing, and quietly rushed to the water house.

Wow!

The faded green curtain was lifted!

The three Blood Castle monks flashed into the water house, glanced at the water house, and were slightly stunned.