Chapter 316

Luo Chuan's body shook and appeared behind Feng Mo on the left.

His speed was too fast. Before the lion dragon reacted, he was struck down by Luo Chuan. The lion dragon on the right leaped into the air and threw flames at Luochuan. Before he came near, a dangang big hand drilled out of the air and pulled it down.

He subdued a lion dragon with both hands. Luo Chuan's mind flashed the essence of sealing the post of magic immortal. His fingers flicked like a dead butterfly dancing at night, with a hint of desolation.

The lion dragon roared and struggled desperately under Luo Chuan, but it didn't help.

Before long, their aura dropped rapidly, and they soon consumed up and changed back to the original stone carving.

"Just in time. In front of the two elder brothers' Mausoleum, we always guard the demon seal." Luo Chuan whispered, stuffed the demon seal into the storage ring, then turned around and walked to another long street.

"Bold Luochuan! Leave to seal the devil!" roared in Chen's house.

Luo Chuan turned a deaf ear and strode forward.

Whoosh!

A crane flew out of Chen's Taoist house. On the crane's back stood a monk named Zhendan level 4. In the distance, the monks who were watching counted roughly, and saw that there were more than 500 cranes flying out of Chen's Taoist house. The friars on the crane's back either hold flying swords or use magic tools.

"Don't go!"

"Leave the seal!"

The monks of the Chen family Taoist house drank a lot, but none of them chose to get close. Almost all of them released their magic doors across the air and shot flying swords and magic weapons.

Luo Chuan used to fight in and out of five Taoist halls with his physical strength.

Friars of the Zhou Dynasty don't know how strong Luo Chuan is. If he comes forward for melee, he will only humiliate himself.

Zhou Jing in the afternoon, I don't know when, there is no sunshine.

Dark clouds hung over zhoujing, and the cold wind turned with a trace of cold.

In the twinkling of an eye, thunder sounded and rain poured down from the sky. The sky cloud seemed to crack a hole, and the rain was pouring down.

In the torrential rain, more than 500 flying swords and magic tools, with great power, swept across Luochuan like a surging wave.

On the long street of the Chen family road house, the young man in white robe carried two coffins on his shoulders and walked alone.

The wave of flying swords and magic tools is overwhelming and rolling, just like a towering "huge wave".

Luo Chuan's footsteps were as steady as ever, walking along the avenue to another long street. "Huge waves" are towering, but it seems that he has always stepped on the soles of his feet, like a huge mountain in the sea, which can't shake half a minute.

When returning to the ancient Tiannan region and crossing the chaotic star sea, Luo Chuan practiced hard all the way. In the end, Luo Chuan and Ziyun can control the boat and drive on the huge waves with almost no big action and a swing of a millimetre by virtue of the ubiquitous balance between heaven and earth.

The artistic conception of this body method is much better than that Luo Chuan learned from Gu Yuefeng two years ago.

His every step seems careless, but every time he inadvertently raises his feet and brushes his sleeves, he secretly controls the "huge waves". No matter how big and rough the waves are, he will walk on the ground.

A strange picture appeared in front of Chen's Taoist house.

The white robed boy paced in the turbulent flow of flying swords and magic tools, safe and sound, even like a fish in water.

Turning to the corner, Luo Chuan stopped.

In the pouring rain, the white robed boy stood up with the coffin, and the robe sleeves fluctuated and swung under the roaring wind.

The "huge wave" of more than 500 mouth magic tools and flying swords is like a huge snake belt around Luochuan, fluctuating up and down with the rhythm of Robe sleeves.

The monks in the distance looked frightened, and the disciples and immortal guards of the Chen family Taoist house were even more uneasy and anxious.

Flying sword magic tools were used, but they found that the connection between them and flying sword magic tools was being eroded and replaced by another strange force. That force is like a swamp. Over time, it encroaches on flying swords and magic tools a little.

When they reacted, they found that the magic weapon of flying sword had fallen into the hand of the white robed boy!

Looking at Luo Chuan again, the monks were worried.

In the past, master Luo broke through the Taoist temple and ranked second in the list of green immortals. Although the friars in Zhou Jing heard about it, they didn't admit it.

Until he saw Luo Chuan's ability with his own eyes, friar Zhou Jing finally recognized it!

This person's strength has been far higher than that of the friars of the same generation, even beyond the category of Zhendan level 4, leaving his peers far behind.

In the past, the Tianqi Jingdao venerable courtyard was beaten from beginning to end because of his anger, and its reputation was ruined for thousands of years. Today's Zhou Jing, will the past repeat itself?

"Don't send it."

Luo Chuan's voice sounded.

In the strong wind and heavy rain, the robe sleeves shook with the rain.

Luo Chuan's eyes are half cloudy and half clear.

Heaven and earth have Yin and Yang, and the human body has turbidity. Yin and Yang nourish the Tao and clear the turbid syndrome.

Luo Chuan's body rose straight up for half a Zhang and suspended in the air. His move broke the balance of flying swords and magic tools in the air!

The way of skill is based on balance.

Once the balance was broken, from the original extreme balance to extreme chaos, two contradictory artistic conception and power collided together, and more than 500 flying swords and magic tools hummed and trembled, like explosive volcanic magma. In the twinkling of an eye, they collapsed in all directions!

Luo Chuan's robe sleeve swayed with the wind, and a momentum was shot from the sleeve, but it turned into five hundred ways in the air, catching up with the five hundred flying swords and magic tools.

Whoosh... Whoosh!

In the heavy rain in zhoujing, the flying sword magic weapon seemed to have eyes and flew fiercely to their original owner.

From Luochuan to Baibing, it was only a moment and completed at one go.

Another moment later, the Chen family's children and immortal guards were hit one after another and fell off the back of the overhead crane. They vomited blood and fainted to death. In front of the Chen family Taoist house, the wounded were all over the ground, which was terrible.

An old sigh sounded from the Chen family Taoist house.

"Go back... This son is very good at taking advantage of the situation to suppress the situation. Among his peers, no one can stop him except that man."

The man?

The monks in the long street were stunned and then reacted.

Yes, that man is also in zhoujing!

Tianhua palace monster, who has the first talent in Tiannan region for 300 years, has made a legendary record and is far ahead of the other five in the six Taoist collections. He is also in zhoujing!

He may be the only one who can stop Luo Chuan!

The rain is getting heavier and heavier. The rain water in late autumn is a little cold.

In the cold wind and rain, more and more monks follow Luochuan far away.

All afternoon, starting from Qingshui street, Luo Chuan had carried the coffin and walked through 28 long streets, breaking through 78 Daoguan and 20 Xianjia Daofu. There were still two, and he could collect 100 burial objects.

On Dongtian Avenue at the junction of the second ring road and the Third Ring Road in zhoujing, in front of the second pinlongjia road house, nearly a thousand monks watched from a distance. In addition to the monks who built the foundation and Zhendan, there were many first-class monks who turned babies.

Longjia Daofu, this is the 99th Xianjia Daofu entered by Luo Chuan.

Longjia Taoist mansion ranked 18th in the great Zhou Dynasty. Three of the disciples of the Taoist mansion ranked among the top ten of the young generation in zhoujing.

"Damn rules! Huayingjing can't do it! Otherwise, how could he be so arrogant!" scolded a monk with scarred face in the crowd.

The Taoist hall where he lived was just pierced by Luo Chuan and took a spirit object.

"The rules were set by the emperor Taizu. Even his Majesty in the world, even the national master, can't violate them." another friar of the great Zhou Dynasty looked at the Taoist mansion of the long family, and a faint admiration flashed in his eyes: "I've heard Luo Chuan's name for a long time, and I always think it's exaggerated. Only what I see today, can it be well-known and true."

"Blame the little general. He annoyed Luo Chuan himself, but let us bear the consequences!"

"Shh, keep your voice down. The front is shanghuan. The first Taoist mansion is Tongtian mansion."

"What are you afraid of? Even if the young general is in front of him, I will say so."

"The next Tongtian mansion happens to be the 100th Taoist mansion. But master Luo has entered the Longjia Taoist mansion and has not come out yet."

"The three sons of the long family are not easy to provoke. According to their real strength, they may enter the top ten or even higher in the green immortal list. Luo Chuan will inevitably consume his skills all the way down. It's normal to stop at the long family Taoist mansion."

The friars in the long street were still discussing. At this time, there was a roar from the Longjia Taoist house.

Powerful mana leaped out of the Taoist mansion, rose to the sky, tore the void of the Tao, turned into a column of brilliance, pierced the rain curtain and directed directly into the sky.

After the roar, there was silence in Longjia Taoist mansion.

The rain pattered, and the monks outside the long street were silent.

After a long time, someone whispered, "something serious has happened! The Taoist mansion of the long family has used magic power! It's hard that some child friar has violated the ban!"

"Maybe. Second class Taoist houses like Longjia Taoist house have dead people who turn into babies, and they also have privileges."

"It's so hard to force Huaying to kill... Guru Luo has no regrets."

The monks whispered, with complex expressions, relief and regret.

Friar huayingjing has made a move. No matter how magical Luo Chuan is, there is only one way to die.

Just as all the friars turned around and were ready to leave, the sound of footsteps came from Longjia Taoist house.

Boom!

A white barefoot stepped over the threshold, shook twice and stood still.

The monks who were watching were nailed on the spot if they were struck by lightning.

The young friar holding the coffin all the way came out of the Longjia Taoist mansion. His coat was torn apart, and blood stains appeared on his skin, which was recovering at a very slow speed.

Even when he entered 99 Taoist halls, his breath was falling rapidly, and his eyes were not as bright as before.

But the two coffins were firmly carried on his shoulder.

As Luo Chuan walked out of Longjia Daofu, the long street was boiling.

The monks of Zhou Jing looked at Luo Chuan with hate, admiration and admiration in their eyes.

The rain hit Luo Chuan and bounced a layer of water mist.

Take a deep breath and Luo Chuan walks to shanghuan not far away.

In front of Sheung Wan stands a towering mansion.

It was also the last Daofu that Luochuan went to, and the great Zhou Dynasty was connected to Tianfu.

At this time, many of the monks suddenly changed their faces, but suddenly remembered something.

"I remember, there is a Sifang street in front of Tongtian mansion."

"Do you remember that fairy ballad?"

"Of course, I remember that two hundred years ago, PI Zu mentioned... Sifang street, Sifang City, the emperor descending the sun and purple stars. Purple star map, purple star gourd, looking at the way home in front of Wanghai cliff."