Chapter 881

"Want to go?"

Luo Chuan sneered and took out the hand behind him, holding a colorful feather in his hand.

At the same time, the heavenly snake Zhenjun also suddenly lifted the blood pool.

Both of them offered magic weapons at the same time and brushed away in the direction of the Mexican sect leader running for his life!

The void was broken again and again, revealing a deep and long void corridor. At the end of the corridor, only a figure running with his head raised could be seen.

The two suction forces roll the ink sect leader at the same time. The power of the blood pool rolls the body and the colorful feathers roll the head.

The master of Mo cult fell down and was dragged back by two suction forces. He roared and roared, but there was nothing he could do. He could only let the two suction forces pull him back to the ancient battlefield of Outland.

"Hum."

A dull sound echoed in the depths of the void, accompanied by a strong blade.

I don't know where the blade came from. Although it's just a blade without a trace of Taoist power, it's just the purest Taoist artistic conception, but it also cuts the void corridor into thousands of broken, twisted and rolled, like a broken earthworm.

The knife was fierce and targeted. It was the two attractive forces that entangled the master of the Mo cult.

Luo Chuan frowned. He didn't want to know that the person who cut this knife was the separated master of the master of Mo sect, the ancestor of Dao in the six star region!

Hundreds of millions of miles apart, one blow of the knife can still have such power. It is conceivable that the strength of the strong zuzun level.

At this moment, there was a light smile from somewhere in the void: "brother Dao is not shutting down. Why did he suddenly come here to try his knife? Strange, really strange."

It is also a powerful and unparalleled power of Tao and thought to fly out and face the blade!

The cultivation of the master of thought is unfathomable. The power of thought is powerful and profound. It is not lost to Daozu at all.

Buzz!

In the originally empty void, the sea tide overflowed and the waves fluctuated. The void sea water came out of nowhere and made something out of nothing. They gathered under daonian to block the knife to Daozu.

"Mind your own business!"

The sword posture evolves thousands of images, rolls up the void turbulence, and pours on daonian and the void sea.

Boom!

The huge impact force spread in all directions and shattered pieces of flying star meteorites. The residual force spread thousands of miles away and even spread to a remote area. There was originally peace in the domain, but because of this residual force, a huge wave rolled up. For a time, earthquakes were frequent, landslides and rivers were cracked, and the domain fell into panic.

"It's really nosy."

In the depths of the domain, another sneer came, and another powerful wave surged towards the battle circle of Daozu and the "meddlesome" ancestor!

Three powerful forces entangled together, stirring up the void and shaking.

Zu Zun! The battle between the three ancestors!

Luo Chuan's heart beat faster. In the ancient battlefield, only he could see what happened in the void corridor.

The strength of these three ancestors and their profound cultivation of Taoism are unprecedented in Luochuan in reality, except for the memory of Jiulong king. Their strength is so strong that even one domain can't bear their Taoist moves, and they can only fight in the void outside the domain.

Dao Zu of the six star region suddenly made a move, which attracted two other itchy Zu zuns. The three fought together, which also stopped Dao Zu's blade cutting at Luo Chuan and Tian snake Zhenjun.

"Where to escape!"

Luo Chuan snorted coldly, continued to wave colorful feathers, released the seven colors, and brushed to the master of ink sect.

But at this time, among the three ancestors fighting in the distance of the void, there was a breath, which turned into a blood knife in the air, broke the sky and cut into Luochuan and tianshe Zhenjun.

After all, Dao Zu is the better one, or Dao Zu has the most power. The blood Dao is transformed by this separated breath. The deep morality and mysterious artistic conception make Luochuan's colorful feathers and tiansnake Zhenjun blood pool flash at the same time, frozen in the air, and the treasure power diffuses.

Daozu's separated Mohist sect was overjoyed. He looked back at Luo Chuan, sneered, got up and ran.

In the twinkling of an eye, the leader of the Mo sect was about to escape from the Baoli category of colorful feathers and blood pool. At this time, another knife posture rose from a distant place.

Compared with the sword posture of the Daozu, the power of Taoism and the great power of the third ancestor, the carrying capacity of this sword posture is too weak. It is not only one level different, but also more than three levels, showing the great gap between the cultivation of the person who started the sword posture and the Taoism and the ancestor.

But when this knife power was sent out, the fighting zuzun's knife power trembled slightly, and the blood knife that stopped Baoli was shocked, made a violent abnormal noise, and was about to break in the twinkling of an eye.

The meaning of Dao contained in Dao posture is not lost to Dao Zu's Dao posture! In some ways, even slightly better!

"Master Dao, I'm all right... Say hello to your disciple for me!"

The laughter of the vicissitudes of life rang out with the knife and echoed in the void.

It's Zhao Ruyi!

Luo Chuan couldn't hear the man's voice, and a trace of inexplicable excitement filled his heart.

Zhao Ruyi didn't find Luo Chuan, but just saw Dao Zu's hand. She couldn't see it and just put in a foot.

Click!

The blood Sabre was cut off by Zhao Ruyi's Sabre!

Taking advantage of this time, the master of Mo sect ran out for several miles and was about to escape from the Baoli category of Luochuan and tiansnake Zhenjun.

Luo Chuan's eyes flashed two Shenhua, one left and one right, one Yin and one Yang, as if they were entangled with each other. In his left hand, the colorful colourful feathers clenched in his left hand, and his spirit bloomed, hidden in the most elite power of ancient peacock peacock.

However, different from Luo Chuan's seven color look with feathers, this time, the seven color look carries some kind of almost moral skill - fast, heavy and accurate!

When these three elements are integrated and poured into the seven color divine light, the seven color divine light becomes very different.

Boom... The seven colors are like breaking bamboo, rolling over the immeasurable void corridor!

The leader of the Mo sect just raised his front feet and was entangled by the seven colors before his back feet could keep up!

The Mo sect leader roared and struggled desperately.

Behind Luo Chuan, Tian she Zhen Jun sneered, slapped the blood pool with his palm, and a bloody hand flew out of it, shuttling through the void. In the twinkling of an eye, it appeared on the head of the Mo sect leader, hit his empty neck and spine, and grabbed it back with the help of the seven colors of divine light.

The roar of discontent and anger echoed in the void.

In the void, Zhao Ruyi's blade was just about to be taken back, but when he saw Luo Chuan's seven colors containing the three elements of blade technology, he stopped immediately.

"This knife skill... Teacher?"

From Zhao Ruyi's blade, there was a surprised sound, which penetrated the void corridor and passed into Luo Chuan's ear.

"Remember me."

Luo Chuan smiled and flashed back the experience of wandering in the six star region in the past and making trouble in the temple sea area after being attached to Zhao Ruyi.

It was originally said that Zhao Ruyi had fled the six star region and went to Tianchen island alone to take refuge in the now powerful Arctic emperor. Luo Chuan should only experience many things. Zhao Ruyi's temperament is no longer as loyal as before.

But after hearing this, Luo Chuan suddenly felt that Zhao Ruyi might have other difficulties in taking refuge in the Arctic emperor, and his original heart had not changed much.

"Ruyi..."

Luo Chuan was about to say something. At this time, the leader of Mo sect was sucked into the blood pool, the void corridor disappeared, and the void crack was closed.

Although there are various transmission nodes in the void, there is no definite number of vortex turbulence in the depths of the void, just like a rolling water wave, which is still here one moment ago and has often drifted away thousands of miles away at the next moment. Even sometimes, even emperors and ancestors cannot accurately capture the specific position in the depths of the void.

"Maybe we'll meet soon."

Luo Chuan said to himself, faintly, and gave up his plan to open the depths of the void again to contact Zhao Ruyi.

In the central ancient battlefield, on the huge wood of Hongmeng, the floating emperor, Nanli and Yuyou looked to the fierce cannon fodder camp in the west, and looked at the commander bochi who fell in front of Luo 17. After all, they didn't take another step forward.

Through the majestic figure of the friars of the cannon fodder camp, they saw Luo Chuan holding the tower in one hand and the head of the Mo sect leader in the other.

As for the body of the Mo sect leader, it has been sucked into the blood pool on the head of the heavenly snake Zhenjun, rotating again and again, and gradually ground into meat foam and plunged into the depth of the blood pool.

On the water surface of the blood pool, there are still more than 50 demon sect elders who have not yet subsided and are still sober. They raise their heads and look at the head of the sect leader held by Luo Chuan. They are full of sadness, panic and despair.

In the distance, the last Hall of the demon cult palace was captured by the demon kings, and the alarm bell stopped ringing. Today, the 10000 year old demon cult palace finally came to the end.

Luo Chuan flew up, suspended in the air, looked down at more than 50 church elders and asked, "would you like to come to me?"

More than 50 church elders either closed their eyes, clenched their teeth, or laughed miserably and kept their integrity unexpectedly.

"Would you like to join the new demon cult palace?" Luo Chuan asked with a smile.

When the voice fell, several elders showed a trace of surprise on their faces, and several elders looked up at Luo Chuan, with doubt and curiosity in their eyes.

"Do you want to join a demon cult palace with great trees and never wither?"

At the exit of Luochuan's third question, not only more than 50 church elders, but also the emperors on the Hongmeng giant wood looked at Luochuan in a complex way.

More than 50 elders who were still floating on the surface of the blood pool looked at each other, their eyes wandering and suspicious.

Suddenly, an old voice sounded: "Hongmeng giant wood, the most powerful thing. Tianluo demon king, why are you so confident?"

Luo Chuan lowered his head and saw the "man" who spoke. It was the ape who had been ordered to recruit him.

"Old ape, how dare you ask me with such language temperament? This way is giving you a chance!"

Luo Chuan stared at the ape coldly and snorted heavily.

The earth ape trembled, his face was blue and white, and he wanted to talk.

Luo Chuan turned and the cold contempt on his face dissipated, replaced by calm and smile.

"Elder brother, Western Taoist friend, we three might as well divide this Hongmeng Taoist fruit first, how about it?"

Luo Chuan looked at the two emperors and strong men closest to the crown on the huge wood of Hongmeng and said with a smile.