Chapter 880

Rom. 17's voice was not loud, but what kind of people were present. Naturally, they could hear it clearly.

Luo Chuan?

Did he bring Luo seventeen back to life and break through?

He arranged all this? Subdue the demon kings, besiege the demon sect palace and plot to kill the leader of Mo sect?

Thoughts and doubts arose from the bottom of everyone's heart, about Luo Chuan, about the killing that almost subverted the Wannian demon cult palace and changed the chaotic pattern of the whole Outland.

Ding Ding... The sound of copper coins echoes continuously, but it is much more dull than usual. It is the friction and impact sound of copper coins and white bones.

To the east of the branch, the Mohist leader was stuck by copper coins. His broken neck couldn't fall back, so he had to carry his own head.

"Luo Chuan! We'll see!"

The head that was held in his hand raised his eyebrows, turned his eyes and roared into the sky: "go! Islamic palace!"

The master of Mo sect stopped staying and ran away. He held his head in one hand and pinched an Indian formula in the other hand to speed up his body method.

The elders and experts of the demon sect palace were frightened and bravely followed behind the leader of Mo sect. Their eyebrows were wrinkled, their eyes were dim, and they were listless one by one. Their fighting spirit had dropped to the bottom.

Before the master of Mo sect flew half a mile, a long tail emerged from the air in front of him and swung over.

"Go! Go together!"

The master of Mo sect roared and led the experts of the demon sect palace to meet the king xiangtian snake.

A sneer came from the back of Tian snake Zhen Jun, and then a man came out.

As soon as the man appeared, he immediately attracted the eyes of everyone around Hongmeng giant wood.

A white cloth Taoist robe, long hair flying, light eyebrows, a cold smile like the cold winter wind hanging on his face, his left hand lost behind, and his right hand held a seven story pagoda.

"Luo Chuan." the master of Mo sect looked at the young Taoist beside the heavenly snake Zhenjun. He looked complex and finally turned to anger and hatred.

"As I said, I want you two to be separated, and both will be destroyed in Outland. Six star region... Dao Zu?"

Luo Chuan looked at the old man with a pair of triangular eyes in front of him, and he couldn't connect him with the ancestor he saw when wandering the six star region in the past.

This is not the first time Luo Chuan faced him. The last time Luo Chuan attached himself to Zhao Ruyi many years ago, he challenged the temple of Daozu in the South China Sea of the six star region.

But I don't want to. When Luo Chuan went out of the Tiannan region and entered the Jiutian world, he met the first person in the Jiutian world to make the sword strong again. Although it was his separation, there was a great difference between his strength and his real body, but he suddenly met his two separation, which was bad for him.

The strength of Zu Zun is far above that of ordinary emperors. Like Xuan Jun, he is infinitely close to the existence of six sages.

Offend a dead ancestor... Luo Chuan stared at the body of the six-star domain Dao Zu in front of him, raised his mouth slightly, kneaded a seal formula and ordered the Wanjie evil spirit tower.

Boom!

A ray of thunder was emitted from the tower, accompanied by the smell of ancient, vast and death.

All the masters of the demon sect were full of vigilance. They thought it was Luo Chuan who wanted to use some magic weapon against them.

At the next moment, all the experts in the demon cult palace were stunned. Where Lei Guang went, he was actually a giant iron tower man who rode a treasure elephant. Each man had strong Qi and blood, and his flesh was strong. Every slight fluctuation of skin and flesh would shatter a piece of emptiness, causing the emptiness to flow and turn over. Behind this group of iron tower giants, there are 16 ferocious unicorns.

As the cannon fodder camp and the sixteen soldiers appeared, a thick cloud of war appeared over their heads. In an instant, it had spread to a hundred miles and was still spreading.

The dark purple war clouds are haunted with black, white and red smoke. They look like haze in the distance and smoke clouds in the near view. They cover the sky and block out the sun. Under the emperor and the strong, everyone's heartbeat suddenly speeds up.

After annihilating the Tongtian battle group, the cannon fodder battalion absorbed the battle clouds of the other party, refined and swallowed them. Both the battle clouds and its own prestige were a little stronger than before.

Among the strong players present, the one who reacted the most was Xi Tian Bo Hou, who had always been very calm.

"Mo Luo..."

Looking at the battle clouds above the cannon fodder camp, Xi Tian Bohou subconsciously spit out two words, but quickly swallow the last two words.

Is this... Magic smoke? No, it's not like what's more than the magic Luo Xianyan... This is clearly the battle cloud refined and improved on the basis of the magic Luo Xianyan! How can Luochuan have the foundation of magic Luoxian smoke? It's impossible. None of the three disciples of JunShang inherited Moruo Xianyan, and they can't inherit it!

Luo Chuan! Luo Chuan! Who the hell are you?

West Tian Bohou stared at Luo Chuan with sharp eyes. There seemed to be two swords entangled and fighting in the depths of his eyes, which was extremely fierce.

As the head of the 30000 sword cultivation group of Jiulong Xianting, and one of the right and left arms that Jiulong Jun relies on most, Xi Tianbo Hou has experienced the expedition and battle of Jiulong Jun countless times, and knows magic Luo Xianyan like the back of his hand! Others may still think it is specious, but Xi Tian Bohou can see at a glance that the battle clouds of the cannon fodder camp are made based on the magic smoke!

On the other side of the branch, the White Dragon Emperor looked at the cannon fodder camp with an expressionless face, but Yu Guang locked the shock on the West Tian Bohou's face.

"Brother Luo, you really hid deep enough."

The White Dragon Emperor sighed and his eyes were frozen without sorrow or joy.

Under the cloud of battle, 216 brothers of the cannon fodder camp gathered in the array. Wang Hu, red beard and Li Xiaochen were at the front. More than half of the heaven realm experts were at the front of the array, followed by the other brothers at the peak of the Taoist wheel and 16 Taoist soldiers.

"Charge!"

Luo Chuan took back the pagoda and shouted.

The cannon fodder camp was forbidden. At the command of Luo Chuan, it turned into three torrents. Led by Wang Hu, red beard and Li Xiaochen, it was like three sharp knives and ruthlessly inserted into the camp of the demon cult palace.

The battle is imminent!

Although the demon cult palace has a large number of imperial level masters, it can't help but be pierced by the cannon fodder camp in an instant!

Pa pa... The head flew high and hit in the air. The blood spilled into the sky and dyed the sky red.

Only this time, the demon cult palace damaged 69 masters of heaven and seriously injured nearly 100 people. But it also let the demon cult palace recover, regroup, lay down the battle array and cautiously face the cannon fodder camp.

Not far away, the heavenly snake Zhenjun and the leader of Titou Mo also put on a posture.

For a time, king to King, general to general, soldier to soldier, a situation of equal strength!

On the huge wood of Hongmeng, the floating emperor, Nanli and yuyouxi, who had lost their hope, had bright eyes, but they all rekindled their thoughts.

Luo seventeen restrained the wandering, and Luo Chuan's cannon fodder camp was entangled with the demon cult palace. It seemed that they would not be able to decide the outcome in a moment and a half. In this way, wouldn't it leave them a chance to compete for Hongmeng Taoist fruit.

The three floating emperors were ready to move. When they were about to make a move, something unexpected happened.

Luo Chuan's mouth was slightly raised, and the Scarface friar led by the cannon fodder camp also showed a cold smile. The two instantly exchanged eyes.

At the next moment, under the leadership of Scarface Shah King Tiger, the cannon fodder camp turned around, gave up the master of demon sect palace, and suddenly went to kill the master of Mo sect. In mid air, Wang Hu, red beard and Li Xiaochen each shouted commands and raised flags to perform the array. The sky was high, the sun, moon and stars reflected each other, and Shenhua fell and shrouded the cannon fodder camp.

Hoo... Hoo... Three dark shadows flew out of the cannon fodder camp and rushed at the Mo sect leader. They have a deep breath and float up and down the emperor level.

The leader of Mo sect didn't expect that the cannon fodder camp would turn to him and release strange killing moves with strange arrays. He himself was just a separate body. With his head cut off, he was seriously injured. For a moment, he was trapped by the cannon fodder camp on the spot.

too bad!

The leader of the Mo sect shouted bad in his heart and looked up. Sure enough, he saw the unrestricted sky snake Zhenjun's eyes shining with blood, the palm turned over, sucked the huge blood pool like a lake into the palm and aimed at the demon sect palace.

"Run!" the master of Mo sect shouted loudly.

In the face of the true king of the sky snake, the experts of the demon cult palace can't react. Even if they react, they are powerless.

"Close." the sky snake really sat with his tail, his three heads and three mouths spewing out tongue letters, and his six eyes were full of blood.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... The sound of breaking!

At such a close distance, the experts of the demon cult palace can't run away or escape. They can only let that blood force turn into a big hand, catch them and throw them into the blood pool!

In the twinkling of an eye, nearly 100 heavenly masters were collected into the blood pool by the heavenly snake Zhenjun. A big snow-white spider slipped from Luochuan's shoulder, spitting spider silk and swinging across the blood pool, drooling, looking for prey.

In the world of nine days, the fighting method is chaotic. It has always been king to King, general to general and soldier to soldier. This is almost an unwritten rule. Few people are so vicious that they use the battle group to contain the other party's Zhending master, and then use their own Zhending master to kill the other party's soldiers.

First, it is because of the last bit of strength of the man of practice. Second, it is also because even if he wants to use this means, it is difficult to accurately seize the opportunity and have "soldiers" who can restrict the "King".

When master Mo finally broke away from the battle of the cannon fodder camp, he looked up, his face changed sharply, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

None of the elders and experts of the demon sect palace was left, and they were sucked into the blood pool of tiansnake Zhenjun.

Two or three hundred heads, stirred in blood bubbles, drifted, sank and sank, and their eyes ranged from panic to despair, and then to dull confusion.

Although so many heavenly and secondary emperors, heavenly snake and true monarch can collect them into the blood pool and erase their spirit, they can not be refined in a short time.

Moreover, it was not these pieces that he wanted to refine most.

Luo Chuan and Tian snake Zhenjun raised their heads at the same time and looked at the leader of the Mo cult. They all looked murderous.

The master of Mo cult couldn't see the extreme in his face. He knew that the general trend was gone. He gave up the demon cult palace and Hongmeng giant wood, turned his head and ran away to the other side.

Although he was seriously injured, his body method speed was still very fast.

With one mind running for his life, the master of Mohism applied all his Taoist power to his body method. In an instant, he disappeared into the ancient battlefield.