Supreme Immortal Demon

Before the laughter died down, Huang Yunlang felt a gust of wind blowing in his face. . .

The wind was as strong as a mountain falling, crashing into Huang Yunlang!

Huang Yunlang felt a heavy blow to his chest, and blood rushed up immediately, his head felt dizzy, his heartbeat quickened, and he even felt a little out of breath.

This feeling lasted only one tenth of a second. When Huang Yunlang recovered, he looked around and saw that the monk with scarred face and beard appeared two steps in front of him. He looked down at him, his mouth slightly raised, and a trace of sarcasm appeared on his ugly "face".

"Poor creature, of course it's you." Luo Chuan sneered.

Huang Yunlang wanted to refute, but facing the fledgling domain cultivator in front of him, he felt that his heart was pressed by a huge mountain, and he was so heavy that he couldn't speak for a long time.

The other nine monks saw that the situation was not good, and each of them used all their strength to attack Luo Chuan.

The cultivation of these nine cultivators ranged from the first stage of Daolun to the third stage of Daolun. The divine light wheel flashed, and the nine Daolun realm auras blended together in the desolate sea of ​​stars, condensing into a vast and broad wave of energy. The nine cultivators still gathered into a killing array, each casting a spell, besieging Luo Chuan from all angles.

Seeing this, Huang Yunlang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling of pressure just now still lingered in his heart, but the situation in front of him made his mood much better, no longer as depressed as before.

During the siege of the nine cultivators, Luo Chuan raised his head and glanced at Huang Yunlang.

Huang Yunlang sneered in his heart. He was about to die, but he still dared to show him a bad face. This person deserved to end up like this.

At this moment, a "pop" sounded behind him.

Huang Yunlang turned his head. He saw that the huge water curtain that besieged the white-robed sword cultivator had been broken by his sword. Huang Yunlang's heart tightened. They chose to deal with "Scarface" first, because in the first section of the passage, the white-robed sword cultivator almost single-handedly killed the sixth wave of monks blocking the way. The ruthless means and clever tactics really shocked Huang Yunlang.

Seeing the white-robed monk break free from his restraints, Huang Yunlang thought it was not good. He was ready to attack. He would intercept the white-robed monk as soon as he drew his sword.

But to his surprise, the white-robed sword cultivator did not seem to have any intention of attacking. He just stood there quietly, holding the empty scabbard with his backhand. There was an unfathomable smile on his face. His eyes swept over him. He looked calmly at the battle circle behind him.

A vortex rose in the eyes of the white-robed sword cultivator.

Huang Yunlang felt a little uneasy in his heart, and he turned his head. He saw the "scarface" punch out. His fist was not aimed at one of the nine monks, but he felt that all nine monks were covered by his fist. In Huang Yunlang's eyes, the fist of "Scarface" looked more like a whirlpool, and in the whirlpool, there were more whirlpools, rotating in exchange.

The nine cultivators' Dao power flowed and shifted in the whirlpool, becoming a mess, and lost its original attack target.

In a moment of one percent, a beam of white light emerged from the whirlpool, and with it, a mysterious Dao appeared.

Samsara Fist, chaos!

The nine Daolun cultivators were caught off guard and were caught in Luo Chuan's Samsara Fist, tossed and turned. The faces of the two Daolun third-level cultivators were stiff. Just as they were about to break free, they were counterattacked by their own Dao power method, spitting blood, their bones shattered, and falling into the desolate star sea.

The fate of the remaining seven cultivators was the same. They were caught in the turbulent and chaotic Samsara Fist, and in a blink of an eye, they were hit by the Dao power method they had just released, and they were destroyed and killed.

Huang Yunlang stood straight and stiff, looking at the scene in front of him in shock.

Huang Yunlang still hadn't recovered until the bodies of the nine cultivators were broken and swept away by the dark wind in the desolate sea of ​​stars.

If the strength of the white-robed sword cultivator was surprising, then the strength of the "Scarface" could only be described as terrifying. It was ridiculous that he had thought that the "Scarface" had not taken action because his cultivation was too low and his strength was too weak.

"Poor creature, what are you doing? Run for your life." The cold smile of the white-robed cultivator rang in Huang Yunlang's ears.

Poor creature... Huang Yunlang felt bitter in his heart. Without thinking, he used all his strength to run away.

Bang!

A fist mark appeared behind Huang Yunlang, and his body stopped. Annoyance and regret appeared on his pale face.

This person's strength was by no means weaker than that of the North Pole Prince Yu Youxi. Before, when Yu Youxi attacked him outside the ancient world, he obviously held back. It's ridiculous that everyone thinks he is the weakest one. I'm sure there will be many people coming to die...

A few thoughts flashed through Huang Yunlang's mind before he died.

Looking at Huang Yunlang's body and then at Luo Chuan who was skilled in looting spoils, Zhou Buchen shook his head: "Luo Chuan, if I didn't know you, I would think you were a greedy poor ghost."

"How do you know I'm not." Luo Chuan laughed.

"Others don't know, but I know that you have a domain in your hand." Zhou Buchen walked to Luo Chuan's side and looked at the nebula not far away: "You don't move forward, but bring me here, you must have some plan."

Luo Chuan didn't speak, and the Wanjie Xiongling Tower appeared in his palm.

Zhou Buchen looked at the Wanjie Xiongling Tower, his face thoughtful.

"Xiao Bai is in seclusion inside. As you said, Xiao Bai was born in the Tianxing Saint Sect and practices the Star Dao. In the ancient Star Dao, there are scattered the star Dao before Nirvana. If Xiao Bai can refine these Daos, there is no need to refine many, just refine one or two of them, which can not only improve his cultivation, but also subdue one or two Dao Guardian Spirits to pave the way for us." Luo Chuan said lightly.

"Kill two birds with one stone." Zhou Buchen's eyes lit up: "Luo Chuan, I knew that you chose to walk this Star Dao, and you must have a plan."

Luo Chuan smiled slightly, closed his eyes, and entered the realm of the Heart Lake.

In the Heart Lake, the lake was rippling.

Among the white ripples, Luo Chuan saw the looming figure, the unique and independent temperament, the charming face, and the breath that was about to break through the realm of the True Dao... Since two years ago, Bai Yiqing has been practicing in seclusion in the Wanjie Xiongling Tower. Daddy set a seven-year limit for Bai Yiqing, that is, in seven years, Bai Yiqing can only practice in the Wanjie Xiongling Tower.

Don't blame your dad, I asked him to do this... On the other side of the Heart Lake, Bai Yiqing, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes and looked at Luo Chuan, smiled gently, and the depths of his calm eyes were full of longing.

Why... Luo Chuan asked.

My cultivation is too low. You are the dignified Tianluo Zhenjun, the co-master of the Demon Sect Palace and the Cannon Fodder Camp. If the people around you are just cultivators with a little magic power, wouldn't you be laughed at when you go out... Bai Yiqing said half-jokingly.

Xiaobai, let me tell you something. I found my aunt... Luo Chuan changed the subject.

Young Master Luo? Where is she now... Bai Yiqing asked with a smile, with a look of joy in her eyes and a hint of inexplicable complexity.

Something happened to her. Xiaobai, you practice the skills of the Heavenly Star Saint Sect, absorb and refine the star's morality, it should not be difficult for you... Luo Chuan said.

I can give it a try... Bai Yiqing said.

Luo Chuan opened his eyes, pointed his left hand at the top of the Wanjie Xiongling Tower, and opened the passage in the tower that runs through the ancient spirit world.

"Has it started?" Zhou Buchen opened his eyes wide and stared at the Wanjie Xiongling Tower with interest.

Luo Chuan nodded, and saw a purple undercurrent sweeping out from a nearby star fragment, flying towards the Wanjie Xiongling Tower, and then sinking along the top of the tower in a blink of an eye.

But before Luo Chuan could be happy for too long, the purple undercurrent flew out of the Wanjie Xiongling Tower and flew back to the star fragment.

"What's going on?" Zhou Buchen frowned.

"I don't know either."

Luo Chuan closed his eyes again and entered the realm of the heart lake again.

The water waves were overflowing, the tides were rising and falling, and the surging waves showed the restlessness of the heart lake.

Xiaobai, what's wrong... Luo Chuan asked.

Luo Chuan, I can't refine this star Taoism... Bai Yiqing looked embarrassed.

Why... Luo Chuan was puzzled.

I practice the star Taoism of the current upper Tao era. In the Tianxing Saint Sect, only the most core disciples are qualified to practice the ancient star Taoism before Nirvana. So, I may not be able to help you... Bai Yiqing said.

It's okay, I didn't consider it. It's not a big problem if it can't be refined... Luo Chuan smiled and comforted, but felt a little regretful in his heart.

He had the confidence to pass this ancient star Taoism. He, Bai Yiqing, absorbed and refined the star Taoism purely to help her improve her strength.

"Luo Chuan!"

Suddenly, Zhou Buchen's shout rang in his ears.

Luo Chuan opened his eyes and saw Zhou Buchen's serious face.

Following Zhou Buchen's gaze, Luo Chuan saw huge black shadows emerging from under the star fragments in all directions.

Although there were no star fragments around the two, there were fragments, flying mountains and floating islands about ten miles away from them. From under these star debris, huge black shadows rose up, and their auras were all above the realm of the heavens, and the higher ones were even close to the emperor level.

Hundreds of Daoyi guarding spirits approached Luo Chuan and Zhou Buchen from all directions, densely packed, as if something was attracting them, and their speed was getting faster and faster, rushing straight at them!

"Luo Chuan, we seem to be in trouble." Zhou Buchen smiled bitterly.

Luo Chuan's face was tense and his expression was stern. Without saying a word, he pulled Zhou Buchen and was about to leave!

In the vast and desolate sea of ​​stars, Daoyi guarding spirits were respected. Although the two were fast, Daoyi guarding spirits were faster than them, and they surrounded them in a blink of an eye.

"Kill them." Luo Chuan said helplessly.

The two were about to attack, but saw that hundreds of Daoyi Guardian Spirits flew high, passed over their heads, and entered the Wanjie Xiongling Tower.

Boom!

A loud noise came from the Wanjie Xiongling Tower!

Colorful light was released from the tower, turning into layers of strange colors, surrounding the pagoda.

For a moment, the Wanjie Xiongling Tower's restrictions were fully opened, and the power of the treasure was radiating!

"Luo Chuan, your Wanjie Xiongling Tower can actually absorb Daoyi Guardian Spirits. If we had known this, we wouldn't have to work so hard." Zhou Buchen smiled.

"No, why do I feel that Daoyi Guardian Spirits flew in by themselves... like they were looking for something." Luo Chuan said, and suddenly his face changed: "Xiaobai!"

Closing his eyes, Luo Chuan entered the realm of the heart lake, and saw Bai Yiqing still sitting cross-legged in meditation, safe and sound, and Daoyi Guardian Spirits were not looking for her.

What happened?

Luo Chuan was confused. (To be continued...)