Supreme Immortal Demon

"Luo Chuan, why do I feel like you know him?"

Uncle Xitian glanced at Luo Chuan, transmitted the message into the secret, and asked unhurriedly.

"I don't know you. Fellow Daoist Xitian, you are overthinking." Luo Chuan said. He knew in his heart that once he said he knew him, it would indirectly reveal that he had a relationship with Lord Jiulong.

As soon as Luo Chuan finished speaking, Xitian Bohou suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter was deafening, in sharp contrast to his previous silent and forbearing temperament.

Not only Luo Chuan and the White Dragon Emperor on the side, but everyone was attracted by Xitian Bohou's laughter and looked sideways.

"I knew it, Your Majesty, how could he leave no backup plan!"

Bohou Xitian laughed loudly.

After the words fell, everyone was shocked. Everyone turned their heads and stared at Luo Chuan. Including Nan Li, Yu Youxi, and all the demon sect elders, everyone's eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

Everyone knows that Xitian Bohou’s identity is that he is the most loyal subordinate of Lord Jiulong, the first person to fight for saints for thousands of years. Therefore, the information revealed in Xitian Bohou’s words is enough to make everyone present, and even Jiutian Realm Shocked by it.

In mid-air, the purple-robed young man riding a black dragon looked at Luo Chuan, his brows slightly wrinkled, his eyes subtle.

"Nonsense."

Luo Chuan stared at Bohou Xitian with a cold expression and dull eyes, but he was extremely alert in his heart.

He didn't know why Xitian Bohou would tell the truth in public even if he found out. What he was more worried about was that once the fact that he had obtained Jiulong Lord's memory was leaked, it would cause huge trouble.

"Luo Chuan, please stop covering up. I have already discovered Mo Luo Xianyan, and the subtle changes in your expression have betrayed you! You don't need to hide anything in front of me."

This time, Bohou Xitian did not speak in public, but transmitted his voice into the secret. There was a hint of gentleness in his tone that was completely inconsistent with his temperament.

Luo Chuan didn't say anything else. Facing a person of Xitian Bohou's level, since he had been discovered, there was no need to hide it anymore.

For a moment, several thoughts flashed through Luo Chuan's mind. They are all strategies to deal with the discovery of his secret.

He has the memory of Lord Kowloon. It is equivalent to owning an endless mountain of treasures. Once this secret is spread, Luo Chuan will become the target of public criticism and the "wonderful treasure" that various powers compete for. By the time. Even the six sages might have a hand in it.

Luo Chuan was thinking. The next moment, I heard the Duke of Xitian smile faintly and say: "I have vaguely heard your Majesty mention this Tao in the past. In addition to the three disciples that are known to the world, he also has plans to recruit another disciple... ...Luo Chuan, there is no need to hide it, you are your fourth disciple! After all, I should be called Young Master."

Luo Chuan was startled when he heard what Xitian Bohou said, but he concealed it well and did not show it on the surface.

It turns out that Bohou Xitian had misunderstood. His fourth disciple, Young Master?

Luo Chuan breathed a sigh of relief and sneered in his heart.

In Jiulong Jun's memory, when he felt that none of his three disciples were very satisfactory to him, he did have a plan to recruit another disciple, but he stopped halfway after receiving only half of it.

Xitian Bohou mistook Luo Chuan for the fourth disciple secretly accepted by Lord Jiulong and called him Young Master. This identity was not bad, but unfortunately it was still too eye-catching.

"The backup plan left behind by your Majesty? Hahaha...Xitian, you are still obsessed with me! Among the emperors left behind by Lord Jiulong, you are the most desperate and the most miserable."

Laughter came from the sky.

The young man on the black dragon's back looked deeply at Luo Chuan, with a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes. He didn't even dare to take a second look, and looked directly at Xitian Bohou, smiling: "More than ten years ago, when I met Brother Xitian, I asked him After more than ten years, I have to call you Lord Protector, Brother Xitian... Brother Xitian, I respect you as Taoist brother for the last time, and ask you for the last time, are you willing to surrender to my family? ?”

Bohou Xitian glanced at the Holy Infant King and remained silent.

"Roar……"

The black dragon under the Holy Infant Throne felt the pressure of the sword, with a look of pain on his face, raised his head and roared, and opened his mouth to spit out streams of dragon breath.

The moment it opened its mouth, the bright and shining armor magic weapon flashed past. In its huge mouth, there were thousands of powerful soldiers and generals hidden in it!

Those are all carefully refined Dao soldiers, numbering around three thousand in number. Each of them exorcises a demon. Their aura is deep, and they have all reached the Dao Wheel realm! Although due to the Tao soldiers, they were far from the opponents of monks of the same level in a head-on fight, but when Xitian Bohou and Bailong Emperor saw the group of Tao soldiers, both of them had solemn expressions on their faces.

"In the past, when the three disciples of Lord Kowloon rebelled, they took away many treasures. Lord Kowloon was named after the nine true dragons he recovered in his life. The black dragon that the Holy Infant King was riding was none other than Kowloon. The three thousand Taoist soldiers guarding Tianmen in the Immortal Court are the famous Qianlong Futian Taoist soldiers. They hold their palms to seal demons and gather into a formation, which can unleash a power comparable to that of the emperor... I have to say that the former Nine Dragons Lord Jun, you have robbed too many treasures. If you throw any one away, it will cause the Nine Heavens monks to rob it. "

The voice of Luo Shiqi came to Luo Chuan's ears. The Youyou lineage controls the history and information of the world, so he is naturally no stranger to the affairs of Lord Jiulong.

"That is to say, although he is here alone, he still has the strength of three emperors." Luo Chuan said in a message, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Not three emperors." Luo Shiqi's voice was a little weird: "It should be said that not only is the strength of the three emperors, he is now a protector saint... He also has the power of a saint, and he just defeated Fu Sheng The energy of the emperor."

Luo Chuan was silent. He finally knew why everyone, including the White Dragon Emperor, Xitian Bohou and his father, had solemn expressions when they saw the Holy Infant King taking action.

The power of the sage... Even if the sage does not take action himself, when the power of the sage appears, it will be difficult for anyone present to stop it.

You must know that for hundreds of thousands of years, the only person in the Jiutian World who can withstand the power of the sages is Lord Jiulong.

"How is it, Brother Xitian? You have been running away for so many years. The glory of the No. 1 Sword in the Nine Heavens has long since disappeared, and only the posture of a bereaved dog remains...Brother Xitian, I have been taught by you many times in the past. Today you surrender to the Holy Court and follow this path. I will definitely keep you rich and prosperous, just like repaying your past kindness.”

The Holy Infant King saw that the Prince of Xitian was silent and thought he was moved, and said with joy.

"Pfft..."

A chuckle sounded from Xitian Bohou's mouth. The two juniors Nan Li and Yu Youxi who were not far away looked at each other, with a touch of surprise and weirdness on their faces, because this kind of laughter coming from Xitian Bohou's mouth seemed very absurd in itself.

"At that time, why didn't I see that you, a little baby who will never grow up, was a dog slave who could only wag his tail."

"Oh, that's it, Gou Ying, no wonder I didn't notice it at that time. You pretended to be a pitiful dog slave, and everyone was concealed by you, a dog slave."

"Dog Ying Slave, if you want to be a dog slave yourself, forget it. Don't get involved with me. I am a subject for one day and abide by my way for the rest of my life... That's all, you don't understand."

Every time Uncle Xitian said something, the young man in purple robe on the black dragon's back turned pale. By the time Uncle Xitian finished speaking, the pale color on his face had turned into the color of pig liver, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

The Holy Infant King stared at Xitian Bohou fiercely, glanced at the onlookers with his peripheral vision, and laughed angrily: "Okay, okay, okay! Xitian is a talented dog! You can come and say harsh words! Until now, you really think of yourself. Personality? Let me tell you, this way is no longer what it used to be. You can be wiped out with just a snap of your fingers... Everyone here, including you, is an ant like you who thinks that no one knows about the Hongmeng tree! "Sages have already known all this! It's ridiculous that you are still arguing here for a long time!"

After the words fell, except for the elders and masters of the Demon Cult Palace, almost no one present showed the expression that the Holy Infant King wanted to see.

Although Emperor Fusheng was defeated miserably and embedded in the mountain wall, there was still a touch of sarcasm and dissatisfaction on his face.

Nan Li stroked Bai Jian's neck hair gently, as if he didn't hear.

Yuyouxi smiled and played with the erratic arctic light in his palm.

"I don't know anything else. I only know that the sage did not really discover the Hongmeng Giant Tree... In the Holy Court, you are the only one who knows about the Hongmeng Giant Tree." Luo Shiqi raised his head and looked at the young man on the dragon's back. , with a hint of ridicule on his lips, he pointed at the four Youyou envoys who were unable to move in front of him: "They were the ones who spread the news about the Hongmeng giant tree to the Holy Court."

"Huh." The face of the Holy Infant King changed slightly, and a touch of embarrassment of being exposed flashed across his expression, but it disappeared in an instant and returned to indifference.

"Are you the legendary Holy Infant King?" The White Dragon Emperor put his hands behind his back, looked at the purple-robed boy, and nodded approvingly: "Yes, yes, you do have some of the legendary splendor. I heard that you have always maintained the appearance of a child. It's a pity that your body has never grown up, and you can't have sex with women. But now it seems that your new master is not very good to you. He only helps you to improve to the appearance of a teenager, half-familiar, half-grown. Half-hard or not, I'm afraid it won't be liked by women... It's a pity, it's a pity."

The Holy Infant King's chest was rising and falling slightly, his face was purple, and after hearing what the White Dragon Emperor said, he was about to explode with anger!

"You... are so bold! Okay, okay, okay! Everyone wants to imitate the rebellious Jiulong Lord and not take the Holy Court and the Saints seriously! In this way, I will help you and let you know what a saint is. The power of Tao!"

On the back of the black dragon, the purple-robed boy raised his head and laughed, making a seal with his left hand.

On the branches of the Hongmeng giant tree, Luo Chuan glanced at the people on the Hongmeng giant tree, including the Fusheng Emperor who was trapped in the mountain wall. There was a trace of resistance in everyone's eyes, especially Xitian Bohou and the White Dragon Emperor.

Although it is very light, it is very clear.

Luo Chuan couldn't help but think of what the Demon King Tianhai had said to him at the Border Blood Castle a few years ago.

To sum it up, it can be summed up in eight words - no emperor in the world will obey the Holy Spirit! (To be continued...)