Supreme Immortal Demon

"Where is the man named Dong now?" Qi Xinyue asked.

"Call him out!" Yan Xiaoyi shouted.

"Call him out!"

"That guy surnamed Dong is not worthy of being a trial inspector!"

"It turns out it was all his fault! If it hadn't been for him that day, how could the Yulong have fallen?"

The descendants of the emperor were furious and cursed loudly.

Yuan Shitian stepped forward, towards the surprised leader of the punishment team, cupped his hands and said: "Your Excellency must have guessed what happened on the Yulong. There are so many of us, it is impossible for all of us to lie? Why don't we call the Taoist surnamed Dong? Come out and confront them, and it will be clear who is right and who is wrong.”

The white-robed Daolun monk's face was gloomy and uncertain. He looked at Luo Chuan with twinkling eyes and said in a deep voice for a long time: "Even if there is really any grievance, you can wait until the masters come and then tell the truth. The Taoist temple has its own rules. , If there are no rules, how can we form a circle? You should just go with me, someone, put on the chain!"

From Yuan Shitian and Qi Xinyue down, the descendants of the emperor showed sullenness and dissatisfaction, and remained motionless, guarding Luo Chuan and Ziyun in the center.

"Be put in chains? You have obviously made great achievements, but you have to be humiliated like this!" Rong Xiaojia's eyes flashed with grief and anger, and he took a step forward and said: "If you really want to be put in chains, then you must be chained together!"

Yan Xiaoyi, Cheng Xiaobing, and Ye Sinfan all stepped forward and raised their hands, with the same meaning in their eyes.

The white-robed Daolun monk's face was expressionless, but his palms were slightly sweaty.

In Guangtian Pusheng Taoist Temple, the punishment envoys are also known as the faceless men in white robes. They act decisively, show no mercy, and have great power. It is the existence that ordinary monks in the Taoist Academy are most afraid of.

As the leader of the third detachment of the Penalty Regiment, he has been in Guangtian Pusheng for sixty years, but this is the first time he has encountered the situation in front of him.

He can make sarcastic remarks to the descendants of the emperor, but if he is really chained, his life of punishment will be over.

That young monk who was only twelve or thirteen years old. What on earth had he done to make so many descendants of the emperor stand by his side wholeheartedly?

The pouring rain swept across the green hills, falling endlessly and seemingly not wanting to stop.

Luo Chuan raised his head and shook his body. Before any of the emperor's descendants could react, he had already passed through the crowd and appeared in front of the leader Qi Xinyue.

Whether it was the monks who were guarding the academy or the seniors from the Imperial Family, their eyes were all bright.

"Take off these chains, and I will follow you." Luo Chuan said to the punishment.

"Luochuan..."

Qi Xinyue was about to say something. Luo Chuan turned around and smiled at her: "I'll be fine. See you in the Taoist temple."

A surging vitality surged out from the center of the descendants of the emperor, pushing them away gently like a gentle wave. The descendants of the emperor turned around in surprise, and saw the white-haired young man walking out with his head held high and standing next to Luo Chuan.

"I'll go with you too. It's none of their business, so don't embarrass them." Ziyun blushed slightly and clenched her fists.

The eyes of the senior experts from the Emperor's Family lit up again. They exchanged glances with each other and nodded secretly.

If Luo Chuan Ziyun had been hiding behind him, they might have continued to be curious, but it was just curiosity. Now that they came forward, this made the masters of the Emperor Family feel a little more appreciative.

These two young men were full of vitality and physically powerful, and they also hid something through some secret method. Even they can't fully see through it, but it shows their potential even more.

For young monks with great potential, the first choice of the Jiutian Realm's emperor family is always to win over and make friends with them.

"this……"

The leader in white robe hesitated, he was about to say something. Howls sounded from the sky.

"Those are the ten-headed ghost-faced rocs. They are monster beasts that are born in the True Dao Realm. When they reach adulthood, they can even break through the Heaven Realm!" Cheng Xiaobing looked up at the sky and shouted in a low voice.

Luo Chuan raised his head and saw a huge black shadow appearing in the sky, blocking a large sheet of rain.

Wuying is a giant strange bird with jet-black feathers and ten ghost-faced roc wings. There is a futon on its broad back, and a famous monk is sitting on the futon.

In the blink of an eye, the strange bird flew down from the sky and landed on the mountain. It was only then that the descendants of the emperor saw that it was as big as half of the Choushi.

Ten monks flew off the strange bird, and the leader was a fat old man with a red face, wearing a brown robe, with a smile on his face from beginning to end.

Seeing the fat old man, the guardian monks and punishment envoys all showed respect and bowed to the end: "See the Taoist master."

"No gifts, no gifts."

The fat old man chuckled and glanced at the crowd casually. When his eyes fell on Ziyun, he condensed slightly, and then stopped on Luo Chuan.

Wow!

Luo Chuan only felt a vast and majestic Taoist thought sweep towards him. It was as powerful as the water of the sky and sea, boundless. Although it was very gentle and harmless, it drowned Luo Chuan in an instant. He remained motionless and allowed the other party to explore.

The nine-death skill moved quickly, and the new innate water and fire connected various energies in Luo Chuan's body to form a large circle around the sky, guarding Luo Chuan's secret realm of Tianmen like an eggshell.

In the Tianmen Secret Realm, the Little Saint swooped into the bottom of the Sea of ​​Thoughts. The Tianmen Secret Realm quickly shrank and became smaller. In the Upper Dantian, there was only a sea of ​​Thoughts left.

After doing all this, the innate water and fire quickly disappeared.

The fat old man's thoughts swept through every corner of Luo Chuan's body and slowly withdrew.

"Not bad, not bad, very good. Both Huangting and Lingtai cultivators have reached the second level of Guixu, and their life energy far exceeds the level of mana. The potential is unlimited. What's even more rare is that he has understood the secret of the Great Zhoutian Breath. Dharma, one breath of power, an endless stream..."

The fat old man's message rang in Luo Chuan's ears, and he knew that the other party had not discovered the secret realm of Tianmen and his narrow escape from death. However, the other party could see through his true cultivation level, the level of vitality and the great Zhoutian breathing, which still made Luo Chuan secretly frightened.

"I have no name or surname, and my nickname is Yaoyi." The fat old man faced the crowd and said with a slight smile.

The masters of the Imperial family came forward one after another to salute, and when Yuan Shitian, Hong Gongliu and other descendants of the emperor heard that the fat old man had signed up, their eyes showed fiery color and their faces showed reverence.

"Xiaochuan, he is the one Ran Fengjun mentioned before. After being captured by the demon, he swallowed the demon eggs, mixed into the ranks of the demons, and finally killed all the demons in the mountain and fled back to Putian Guangsheng. The three Taoist masters of Putian Guangsheng One, some say he is a sub-emperor, while others say he has already broken through to the emperor level."

Qi Xinyue's message rang in Luo Chuan's ears.

"Hey, why are there two people missing? Why isn't Lord Ran Feng here?" Taoist Master Yaoyi asked.

There was a trace of regret on Yuan Shitian's face, and he cupped his hands and said, "All the people who escaped are here. Brother Ran and Brother Lu fell into the trap of the Demon Cult Palace and died unfortunately."

After the words fell, there was a sudden silence on the mountain terrace.

Seniors and masters of the Imperial Family. They exchanged glances calmly.

"Come here, report this matter to the Ran family and the Lu family." Taoist Master Yaoyi ordered, still with a smile on his face.

Luo Chuan was startled, and then he realized that the fat old man had deep cuts on both sides of his mouth, which looked like he was smiling.

However, Luo Chuan's eyes soon fell on another person.

It’s not just Luo Chuan. Everyone looked at a Taoist behind Taoist Yaoyi. The descendants of the emperor either sneered or were disgusted.

"By the way, Xiaodong." Taoist Master Yaoyi "smiled" and turned to the Taoist official named Dong: "When you came back eight days ago, you said that the Yulong was hijacked by the Demon Cult Palace, and the fault lay entirely with a man named Luo Chuan. Young monk. It seems that the facts are different from what you said."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Taoist surnamed Dong's face was ashen, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He said in a trembling voice: "Reporting to your lord, this is what happened... First, his pet beast destroyed the power source cabin, and then the demon cult The palace started to get angry, and I connected the two things, and then I suspected..."

"Oh? I remember, that's not what you said before. You said that Luo Chuan was a craftsman sent by the Demon Cult Palace. He cooperated internally and externally and captured Yulong." Taoist Yaoyi said with a smile.

The Taoist surnamed Dong looked pale and was submissive. He was about to open his mouth to defend when he was interrupted by a burst of laughter.

Yuan Shitian looked at the Taoist surnamed Dong and sneered: "That day on the Yulong. Brother Luo had already discovered that the demonic monk had infiltrated. If you hadn't stopped him in every possible way out of your own selfish interests, we would have been able to expose each other's disguise and avoid it. This disaster. And when the demon monks invaded, you ignored me and the trial monks and were the first to escape. Now, what else can you say? "

With that said, Yuan Shitian turned to Taoist Master Yaoyi and bowed his hands: "The reason why we were able to survive was because Luo Chuan risked his life and rescued us time and time again. Even this flying boat was stolen by him by sneaking into the land of monsters. It took a lot of effort to get to Guangtian Pusheng, but it was nothing more than a reward, and yet I was framed and almost humiliated."

"I can't bear to wait!"

The descendants of the emperor said repeatedly.

Although Yuan Shitian's description was concise and not thrilling at all, anyone can see from the reactions of the emperor's descendants how difficult and difficult it was.

The way the nursing monks and the punishment monks looked at Luo Chuan instantly became different. After a brief moment of embarrassment, there was a hint of kindness and admiration.

The seniors of the Emperor Family even stroked their beards, nodded, and their eyes became kinder.

As for the Taoist official named Dong, his face was pale at this time. He looked at Luo Chuan, who had a calm face, with fear in his eyes.

Ten days ago, on the Yulong, he had already discovered that Luo Chuan was unusual, but he also regretted going to Luo Chuan because of it. After escaping back to Guangtian Pusheng, he only thought that the monks of the Yulong Hao, including the descendants of the emperor, would never return. In order to shirk the blame, he placed all the charges on Luo Chuan.

He never expected that the descendants of the emperors of the Yulong Hao, except Ran Fengjun, would all survive and successfully escape back to Guangtian Pusheng. And the young monk who took the blame for him suddenly transformed into the biggest contributor.

Despite all calculations, he still miscalculated that seemingly young boy!

"Come here, take him down and hand him over to the Punishment Court for disposal." Taoist Master Yaoyi said with a faint smile.

The monk surnamed Dong trembled and collapsed on the ground.

"Although the origin and process of the matter are not completely clear, the size of your contribution still needs to be discussed and determined by the dean and the teachers. But Guangtian Universal Saint is not that rigid."

Taoist Yaoyi turned to Luo Chuan, a smile appeared on his face, but this time it was a real smile: "It seems a bit unreasonable not to give you a reward."