Chapter 802

The strange noise came out. Everyone in the Taoist palace changed color except Luo Chuan. Even the white dragon emperor also picked his eyebrows, suddenly raised the wine lamp, drank it all in one mouthful, passed the blush on both sides, and said in a low voice, "he's coming."

"Who?" Luo Chuan asked.

The white dragon emperor did not speak, turned his head, looked through the Tao palace and looked at the blood mist barrier not far away.

Luo Chuan's heart beat rapidly, and the sky snake Zhenjun instinctively reacted behind him. His blood was buzzing and echoing in Luo Chuan's ears.

A flash of sword light flashed across the sky!

Even if Luo Chuan sat in the Taoist palace, across the forbidden Dharma array, he could feel that the sword light almost brushed the tip of his nose! The heart is cold, like falling into an ice cave, but there is no sense of resistance.

Fortunately, the White Dragon Emperor stretched out his hand and gently patted Luo Chuan's arm.

There was an uproar in Luo Chuan's heart.

The man's sword spirit is still far away. I don't know how many miles away, but he fills the whole heaven and earth. Under the heaven, he is like a mole ant, under the emperor, like an eagle and a dog. There are thousands of people. When he meets his sword, he will only die together.

Such a terrible sword is far beyond any sword repair encountered by Luo Chuan. Li Xuan's imperial sword and Jiulong Jun's magic Heavenly Sword can't compete!

Boom... Thunder! Under this sword, the dark sky became bright and white, like the glow of ten days!

Luo Chuan subconsciously closed his eyes. As soon as the Chinese side of the Tianmen Dharma thought came out, it seemed to be pierced by white needles. For the first time in his life, the Tianmen Dharma thought was stabbed!

And everyone here narrowed their eyes one after another, as if they could not bear the power of sword light.

Except for the White Dragon Emperor, he still had a good time, sipped his wine, looked at the sky, and didn't know what he was thinking.

In a moment, a long sword appeared in front of the blood mist barrier at the core of the ancient battlefield.

The long sword looks ordinary, but with the previous power, no one will regard it as an ordinary sword.

The long sword drew a strange angle, but with the power of Haoran, it cleaved to the blood mist barrier.

Bang!

The blood mist barrier shrank suddenly. Under the sword, it was like a sunken tide. It retreated wildly and thinned layer by layer. At last, there was only a thin sword mark, which could vaguely see the vast and desolate world behind the blood mist barrier.

Everyone was surprised!

The White Dragon Emperor had a flash of appreciation at the bottom of his eyes and muttered in a low voice, "good sword. What a pity."

You know, the barriers in the core area of the ancient battlefield were all transformed by the fierce resentment of the powerful people who were powerful for the first time ten thousand years ago. Today, they are all imperial and sub imperial figures, and even some Xuanjun ancestors. The power of the barrier forged after their death can be imagined.

The demon cult palace held a banquet here, invited the White Dragon Emperor and others, and even imprisoned hundreds of Guangtian Pusheng friars to worship spirits, just to open the core area.

The man, with only one sword, almost broke the blood mist barrier.

Whoosh!

The sword disappeared and the blood mist barrier recovered quickly!

Almost everyone here showed regret.

Only a surprise flashed in the bottom of Luo Chuan's eyes.

However, after the man cut off the sword, the heavenly snake Zhenjun gave birth to an instinctive reaction again. Indeed, there was a Xumi mustard dust hole on the core blood mist barrier!

But the hole was opened from inside to outside, that is to say, it was a one-way passage, only the things inside could flow out, but the people outside could not enter.

The reason for the formation of the hole is unknown, and tianshe Zhenjun doesn't know. He and Tiandao treasure coffin fell out of the hole by chance, with a probability of less than one in ten million.

Unable to go in, he could only come out... Luo Chuan's heart beat slightly faster, but he thought of the colorful plume of Kong Fang demon king!

Colorful feathers can brush all things in the world. As long as you find the location of the second half of the skill, and use colorful feathers based on the Taoist cultivation of tiansnake Zhenjun, you are at least 50% sure to succeed.

Luo Chuan calmed down and secretly accelerated the progress of refining colorful feathers by tiansnake Zhenjun.

Take the Taoist cultivation of the heavenly snake Zhenjun and try your best to refine it. It can be completely refined in only one day at most.

The sword light converged, and the world returned to darkness.

In the dark night, everything was silent without a sound, as if it had been absorbed and melted by the previous sword.

Luo Chuan raised his head and saw another man in the Taoist palace.

As soon as Luochuan's heart lake swung, the magic Luo fairy smoke gushed out uncontrollably. Behind him, the sky snake Zhenjun flashed a pure light at the bottom of his eyes and quietly spit out a colorless and invisible mysterious gas to help Luochuan suppress the magic Luo fairy smoke.

Wearing a gray linen Taoist robe, white shoes and hair, a hat and beard, the man looked like a wandering prodigal passer-by.

A long cloth bag hung behind him, in which a sword handle was exposed, but the sword body was tightly wrapped without showing any edge.

Including the White Dragon Emperor, everyone looked at the long sword behind the man, with complex eyes, admiration, palpitation and a trace of emotion.

Only Luo Chuan lowered his head to hide the violent fluctuation in his heart.

"White dragon."

The man looked at the White Dragon Emperor and nodded slightly, as if there were no one else, as if only the White Dragon Emperor could enter his eyes.

The White Dragon Emperor sighed, raised the wine, drank it to the man.

"Long time no see, West Tian Bo Hou."

The four words "Bo Hou in the West sky" sounded like a boulder falling into the heart lake of Luochuan, roaring and setting off huge waves.

In the past, there were five emperors and seven kings under the throne of Kowloon.

The five emperors are the five strongest emperors in Jiulong Xianting. One of them, from the west without holy heaven, came to resist the sword. One man and one sword, killed Jiulong Xianting and challenged Jiulong Jun!

Half a day after World War I, the man abandoned his sword and joined Jiulong Xianting, becoming the first Kendo emperor under the seat of Jiulong king. He led the 80000 sword cultivation group of Jiulong Xianting, fought north and south, and created an immortal foundation.

As for where and what he did after the defeat of Jiulong Jun, Luo Chuan didn't know.

However, it is only more than ten years since the defeat of Jiulong Jun.

The lonely Liao prodigal son in front of him is very different from the immortal sword Xiu in Luo Chuan's memory, both in dress and temperament. Luo Chuan only felt familiar with the sword idea for the first time, but didn't react.

"Welcome to the west, sir. Please take your seat!"

The ancestor of the demon cult palace took back his eyes staring at the sword, with a smile on his face, and greeted the western sky.

"That sword is one of the three swords personally forged by the Lord Jiulong of Jiulong Xianting in the past. It is a supreme treasure. The sword is like a military amulet. With this sword, the Western heavenly Bodhisattva led the 80000 Western heavenly swords of Jiulong Xianting to repair, attack the city, pull out the stronghold, destroy the country and destroy the sect. Everything is going well."

Luo Chuan heard the voice of the White Dragon Emperor.

"It was a sad and cold day that year. I saw you refining into magic Luo Xianyan, my brother. I just thought you had a relationship with Jiulong Jun. hehe, it seems that you don't know this western uncle Hou today."

The White Dragon Emperor looked at Luochuan with flashing eyes and profound meaning.

"Hehe, boss Bai, you think too much."

Luo Chuan whispered faintly and looked at the West Tian Bohou, but he saw that the West Tian Bohou suddenly glanced at him. His eyes were sharp, like a sword breaking the sky.

Luo Chuan's heart beat faster again, and the magic fairy smoke gushed out almost uncontrollably.

The White Dragon Emperor tapped the wine cup, and a strange gas burst open with the ripples in the cup and turned into a colorless ripple, blocking the Qi machine of Bo Hou in the West sky.

Luo Chuan calmed down and breathed a sigh of relief.

Until this time, he just reacted. He was sitting in the vortex of the world to the strong!

In addition to the six supreme beings, there are only a handful of Zu zunxuan Jun and the top figures on the list of emperors. These are recognized rankings.

In this banquet alone, two of the top ten figures on the list of emperors came!

The White Dragon Emperor has always been mysterious, and the empress of the West Tianbo is praised by the Dragon King as the first person in kendo in the nine heaven world!

Luo Chuan's external Dharma body, the true king of the heavenly snake, although he is the top eight of the true demons of the heavenly way, in his heyday, he may be able to barely compete with the top ten figures on the list of emperors and kings. But now, the real king of the heavenly snake is just a new emperor. It is still unknown whether he can enter the top 100, let alone compete with the emperor of the white dragon and the emperor of the West sky.

If it weren't for the White Dragon Emperor, I'm afraid everything about him would have been seen through by the Western emperor.

As for what the White Dragon Emperor thought, Luo Chuan is still unknown. At least for now, his "old brother" has not revealed his meaning. Maybe he is also secretly speculating.

"You don't have to sit."

West Tian Bohou said faintly. His voice was like the blade of a sword, hoarse and stiff.

The old master of the demon cult palace smiled awkwardly and stood where he was and was in a dilemma.

"Guangtian Pusheng offered 8 million top-grade spirit stones, 800000 top-grade pills, 300 top-grade congenital spirit veins, and 70% of the harvest of the core ancient battlefield." Xi Tian Bohou looked at the ancestor of the religious palace, his eyes covered with a haze, and could not see his inner fluctuation: "how much do you offer for the religious palace?"

"Guangtian Pusheng shot?" the old master of the demon sect was stunned.

"On my way here, I passed through the pure land and felt no less than four strands of the imperial breath." the West Tian Bohou said faintly.

The patriarch of the temple looked puzzled, hesitated for a moment and said, "Taoist friends, can I have a discussion with the leader?"

Xitian Bohou shook his head slightly, turned and left.

"Wait a minute, my Lord." the master of the temple was so flustered that he hurried forward with a smile on his face and three more storage rings in his hand: "there are tens of millions of top-grade spiritual stones, one million top-level pills and 500 innate spiritual veins here, which can be used as a deposit. As for the harvest after opening the ancient battlefield, I really have to discuss with the leader first."

Xitian Bohou stopped and turned his head. The Qi machine swept three storage rings, swept the robe sleeves, rolled into the palm and nodded slightly.

Seeing this, the patriarch of the temple and several elders all breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo Chuan felt an inexplicable sadness at the bottom of his heart. Once he was defeated, he became a hired swordsman.

Such a gap is enough to break anyone's mood.

Then Luo Chuan's heart moved. It sounded that Guangtian Pusheng was not caught. It seemed that he was ready to go out again to rescue the trapped monks of the Taoist Academy.

After the scuffle began, who would notice him? It is a great opportunity for him to seize the follow-up skill!