Chapter 823

Quickly turned around, Luo Chuan faced the 18 sword pillars by the black pool, held the colorful feathers, and there was another one.

WOW!

The eighteen sword pillars were swept away by Luo Chuan, like broken teeth and big holes.

From the black pool behind the sword pillar, a strong Qi of destruction rises, climbs and spreads outside the pool, devours everything around.

Feeling the approaching of the destruction Qi machine, some friars and masters in the heavens looked dignified and slowed down a few steps. The most powerful, such as the master of Mo sect and the emperor of floating life, just frown slightly and blow away the Qi of destruction.

In addition, in the southeast and northwest, several imperial strongmen who were still in charge of other forces were ready to move and kept shooting gas machines to check.

Although Luo Chuan has top magic weapons such as colorful feathers and poison pills, his own strength has lost too far after all, and he is still unable to control these magic weapons to the greatest extent to deal with ordinary friars in the sky and even sub emperor experts. Luo Chuan can rely on the advantages of magic weapons to win, but when his opponent becomes the most powerful emperor level, Luo Chuan uses magic weapons again, in addition to exposing his inside strength, No other use.

"It's a pity that you can really escape today if you have a higher cultivation level or two!"

The master of Mo sect laughed. His laughter scattered the destructive Qi spreading out of the black pool, and built a Daoyin mountain in front of Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan's front foot steps out, but it makes a loud buzzing sound. There are circles of ripples in front of him, revealing the Daoyin mountain and blocking Luo Chuan's way.

After all, I still couldn't enter the black pool.

Luo Chuan sighed in his heart, turned his head and faced the Mexican leader.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh... A series of figures with deep breath appeared in front of Luo Chuan. Each of them had an overwhelming momentum. They didn't say anything or do anything, but made Luo Chuan feel that heaven and earth were under their control. The rest had nowhere to go except submission.

Emperor, strong!

The alarm bell of Luochuan Xinhu sounded. Among the six people in front of him, the seriously injured floating emperor had the lowest breath, but even though he was very weak, he also had the power to crush Luochuan.

In addition to the floating emperor and the demon sect leader Gong Mo, Luo Chuan knows only the "old friend" Xitian Bohou dressed as a ronin with a green hat. Although Luo Chuan is familiar with Xitian Bohou, he only feels the memory of Jiulong Jun. Luo Chuan knows that Xitian Bohou, who has been bought by the demon cult palace, will never show mercy to him as long as the leader of Mo sect speaks.

The other three emperors were obviously wrong with the Mo sect leader. Their breath was also very pure. Although they were very old, they had no smell of the demon friars.

Luo Chuan vaguely found that the eyes of the three people looking at him were very complex, especially the middle-aged monk in purple robe, who was curious, appreciated and regretted.

"Luo Chuan, rather than fall into the hands of these demons, it's better to follow me."

The purple robed middle-aged man looked at Luo Chuan and suddenly heard a peaceful voice: "although you are sorry for Guangtian Pusheng, you are kind and righteous to my son. This kindness will be returned to you for my son. No matter how Guangtian Pusheng decides, the king will try every means to protect your life."

"Your son?" Luo Chuan asked faintly.

"My son, Rong Yinglong." Purple robed middle-aged man.

Luo Chuan was stunned and immediately reacted.

Looking at the emperor's strong man whose face is only thirty or forty years old, he turned out to be Rong Xiaojia's father and the son of Zilong emperor, who is famous for nine days. Two generations of heroes of the purple dragon aristocratic family produced two emperors, which frightened all forces in the world. The other two emperors, looking at their relationship with Rong Xiaojia's father, needless to say, nine times out of ten are the strong emperors in the Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiaobing families.

A strong emperor is not a roadside cabbage. If an emperor sits in the town, he can establish an emperor family. At the same time, there are few imperial families guarded by two emperors and strong ones. The imperial families such as Rong, Yan and Cheng who have formed an alliance are pitifully few and have extraordinary deterrence.

Rong Xiaojia's father opened a golden mouth to wish Paul Chuan a life. Although it was a voice, the emperors and powerful people present heard the promise of the son of the purple dragon by means of different looks.

"Hahaha, ridiculous, ridiculous! Do you think those lunatics of Guangtian Pusheng will allow you to do so? Nephew Zi Xian, don't be careless and let your purple dragon family bear the name of not keeping their promise."

The leader of demon sect palace Mo blinked and sneered.

"I'm mysterious and true. If you change the place and time, you and I may be able to match your uncle and nephew." the purple robed friar looked at Luo Chuan and sighed: "what do you think? As long as you promise to admit your mistake and accept the disposal of Guangtian Pusheng, you are willing to protect your imperial family. After all, you have helped them..."

Rong XuanZhen was interrupted by Luo Chuan before he finished.

"Admit your mistake? What did you do wrong?" Luo Chuan raised his head and stared at Rong XuanZhen with no expression on his face.

Rong XuanZhen was stunned and looked deeply at Luo Chuan. The regret on his face was heavier.

The master of Mo sect sneered. The other two emperors invited by Guangtian Pusheng were full of regret and unbearable. When they wanted to say something, a hoarse voice pierced their ears.

"You're stalling."

The last of the six emperors, with a long sword bag on their back and an unruly look on their face, raised their heads and said.

Everyone frowned.

Among them, the one who has the highest cultivation of Taoism is undoubtedly the most low-key and unremarkable Xixian Bohou. Even the leader of demon sect palace Mo will not listen to what he said.

But under such circumstances, even if Luo Chuan really delays time, what's the use? Can he wait to help?

However, soon, master Mo's face became dignified, and Rong XuanZhen and his three men also stared at Luo Chuan, with completely different eyes from before.

With their cultivation as the Tao, they can clearly feel that an imperial breath is brewing and born in Luochuan! What makes them feel more incredible is that there is a destructive Qi in this imperial breath!

"Hum! What are you waiting for!"

The Mo sect leader was the first to flash out, blinked in front of Luo Chuan, pointed a gray light with his fingers and pointed to the center of Luo Chuan's eyebrows.

"Emperor... He... How is this possible!"

At this time, the floating emperor was still stunned. He could not imagine why there was the smell of the emperor and the strong in a monk in the true Taoist realm, and he still had the Qi to destroy morality. If it was the snake man before, first, it had escaped seriously. Second, with the insight of the floating emperor, it was natural to judge that this breath was completely different from the Qi mechanism of the snake man, belonging to another emperor and strong... It was vaguely familiar.

Familiar?

The floating emperor was shocked. He stared at Luo Chuan and his heart beat faster: "is it?"

Not only the floating emperor, but also the master of Mo sect, who was close to Luochuan, responded. His eyes fell on the glittering white pearl in Luochuan's palm, and subconsciously blurted out, "the emperor is true!"

"Good."

Luo Chuan stared at the Mo sect leader two steps away and sneered at the corners of his mouth.

Until this time, Luo Chuan really saw the face of the man in front of him.

The identity and appearance of the Lord of the demon cult palace is always a mystery, whether for the universal saints in Guangtian or the demon monks in Outland.

Almost no one knows what the master of the Mo sect looks like. Every time he shows up, he will appear in a dark cloud seat, surrounded by clouds and mist. There is a forbidden Dharma array inside to cover his body and appearance.

At the moment, Luo Chuan is only two steps away from him, and the distance is still shrinking. With the destruction of Luo Chuan's "emperor's true meaning", the Taoist power is "ignited", and the Taoist power Shenhua rises into the sky, which also thins out a lot of the body protection smoke and cloud of the Mo sect leader.

So Luo Chuan saw the true face of the Mexican leader.

What comes into view is a familiar face!

Luo Chuan's head hummed and stared at the face in front of him. The doubts that had been in Guangtian Pusheng surfaced. At this moment, they were solved one by one and became clear.

The leader of Mo sect didn't expect to be seen by Luo Chuan. His face was very ugly. There was a strong killing opportunity in the eyes of two sharp triangles. He just wanted to kill Luo Chuan on the spot!

At this time, the "emperor's true meaning" in the palm of Luochuan was finally completely ignited. Under the impact of destroying morality, it became violent and overbearing, and spread in all directions with Luochuan as the core!

Boom!

The bead that condenses the most essential morality and morality obtained by Kong Fangzhen's life practice exploded, and the air machine swept away, trying to turn the world over!

It was also Luo Chuan's sudden whim. At the critical moment, he thought of the emperor's true righteousness bead left by Kong Fang demon king after his death. He fused the power of destruction and conflict with Emperor's morality, and exploded in a flash of one thousandth of a finger. The power generated is also frightening.

Although the Mo sect leader's intention to kill Luo Chuan has reached the peak, at this moment, in the face of Luo Chuan's trick, his heart lake alarm bell rang, and the breath of life-threatening came. The Mo sect leader clenched his teeth and gave up Luo Chuan and retreated wildly.

Boom!

The force of the explosion shattered the mountains and rivers, and there was no light in the world. The floating emperor, Rong XuanZhen and others retreated one after another, leaving only the Western emperor. He was suspended in the air, and allowed the explosive force to brush his flesh again and again, but he was still motionless. Nine transparent sword Qi floated in front of him, like a prism, dividing and cutting off the morality and morality combined with the destructive power, and flowed across his body to the rear.

Under the impact of the explosion, I don't know how many Taoist monks died, and there are not a few injured celestial monks.

West Tian Bohou looked forward, glanced at the heavy white light and black shadow, and saw the half man high stone tire in the center of the explosion. The stone fetus was motionless, but the former cloth robed youth had disappeared.

After a long time, he nodded slightly and murmured in a low voice, "it's rare that he can use his hindhand to the extreme and fight the emperor with the power of the true Tao."

As soon as the voice fell, the West Tian Bohou frowned, but saw a hot wind suddenly appear in the core area of the explosion. In the middle of the hot wind, a blue friar sat, stretched out his hand and grabbed the limitless stone tire.

"Return to the old and return to the child's skill? Guangtian Pusheng also has experts."

Xitian Bohou said to himself, but he didn't see any action. A lightsaber flew out of his palm and cut it at Tong Laozu.