Volume 1: Baiyujing of the Tang Dynasty Chapter 756: The first clues emerge!

Turning around quickly, Luo Chuan faced the eighteen sword pillars beside the black pool, held the colorful feathers, and fanned again.

Wow!

Half of the eighteen sword pillars were swept away by Luo Chuan, like broken teeth, revealing a big hole.

From the black pool behind the sword pillar, a rich energy of destruction rose, climbing and spreading outside the pool, engulfing everything around it.

Feeling the approach of the destructive air machine, some master monks in the heaven realm looked solemn and could not help but slow down a few steps. The most powerful ones, such as Master Mo and Emperor Fusheng, just frowned slightly and used various techniques to disperse the energy of destruction.

In addition, several emperor-level powerhouses from the other forces in the southeast, northwest, and northwest were also ready to move, and they kept shooting Qi machines to investigate.

Although Luo Chuan possesses top magic weapons such as colorful feathers and poisonous elixirs, his own strength is far behind and he is still unable to control these magic weapons to the maximum extent. To deal with ordinary monks and even sub-emperor masters, Luo Chuan can rely on the advantage of magic weapons. He could win, but when his opponent became an emperor-level powerful person, Luo Chuan's use of the magic weapon would have no other use than exposing his underlying strength.

"It's a pity that if you were one or two realms higher in cultivation, you might be able to escape today!"

Leader Mo laughed loudly, and his laughter dispersed the destructive energy spreading from the black pool, and also built a giant mountain of Taoist sound in front of Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan stepped forward with his front foot, but there was a loud buzzing sound, and circles of ripples appeared in front of him, revealing the Daoyin Mountain, blocking Luo Chuan's way.

After all, he still failed to enter the Black Pool.

Luo Chuan sighed secretly, turned his head and faced Master Mo.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh... Figures with deep auras appeared in front of Luo Chuan. Each of them had an aura as strong as the sky. They said nothing and did nothing, but they made Luo Chuan feel that the world was under their control. . The rest have nowhere to live except to submit and surrender.

The powerful emperor!

The alarm bell of Luo Chuan's heart was clanging. Among the six people in front of him, the seriously injured Emperor Fusheng had the lowest aura. But even though he was very weak, he still had the power to crush Luo Chuan to death.

In addition to the Fusheng Emperor and the Demon Cult Gong Mo Cult Leader, Luo Chuan knew them. There was only the "old friend" Xitian Bohou who was wearing a blue bamboo hat and dressed as a ronin. Although Luo Chuan was familiar with Bohou Xitian, it was only from Lord Jiulong's memory. Luo Chuan knew in his heart that as long as Leader Mo spoke, Bohou Xitian, who had been bribed by the Demon Cult Palace, would never show mercy to him.

The other three powerful emperors are obviously at odds with the three leaders of Mo Cult, and their auras are also very pure. Although they are all old, they do not have the aura of demonic monks.

Luo Chuan vaguely noticed that the three people looked at him with very complicated eyes, especially the middle-aged monk in purple robe who led them. They were curious, appreciative, and full of regret.

"Luo Chuan. Instead of falling into the hands of this group of monsters, why not come with me?"

The middle-aged man in purple robe looked at Luo Chuan and suddenly heard a message in a calm tone: "Although you are sorry for Guangtian Universal Saint, you are affectionate and righteous to my son. I will repay this kindness to you on my son's behalf. No matter what Guangtian Pusheng decides, I will definitely try to save your life."

"Your son?" Luo Chuan asked calmly.

"My son, Rong Yinglong." The middle-aged man in purple robe said.

Luo Chuan was startled and then reacted.

The powerful Emperor who looked like he was only in his thirties or forties turned out to be Rong Xiaojia's father, the son of the famous Purple Dragon Emperor. Two generations of heroes from the Purple Dragon family have given birth to two emperors, making all forces in the world fear them. The other two emperors. Judging from their relationship with Rong Xiaojia's father, it goes without saying that they are most likely the powerful emperors in the Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiaobing families.

The powerful emperor is not a cabbage on the roadside, there is an emperor sitting in charge. Then you can establish an imperial family. There are very few imperial families that have two powerful emperors guarding them at the same time. And the imperial families who formed an alliance like Rong, Yan, and Cheng were even more pitiful, and they possessed extraordinary intimidation.

Rong Xiaojia's father Kai Jinkou wished for Paul Chuan's life. Although it was a sound transmission, the emperors and powerful men present heard the promise of the Son of Purple Dragon with different expressions.

"Hahaha, ridiculous, ridiculous! Do you think those lunatics from Guangtian Universal Saint will allow you to do this? Nephew Zi Xian, don't accidentally let your Purple Dragon family be known as not keeping their promises."

The leader of the Demon Sect, Gong Mo, flashed his eyes and sneered.

"I am Taoist Rong Xuanzhen. If we had changed the place and the time, we might still be able to be uncles and nephews." The purple-robed monk looked at Luo Chuan, sighed and said, "What do you think? As long as you agree to admit your mistakes and accept Guang Tian There are definitely not a few Imperial families who are willing to protect you from Pusheng's treatment... After all, you have helped them..."

Before Rong Xuanzhen finished speaking, he was interrupted by Luo Chuan.

"Admit your mistake? What did I do wrong?" Luo Chuan raised his head and stared at Rong Xuanzhen with an expressionless face.

Rong Xuanzhen was stunned and looked deeply at Luo Chuan, the regret on his face even heavier.

Leader Mo sneered again and again, and the other two emperors invited by Guangtian Universal Sage were full of regret and intolerance. Just as they were about to say something, a hoarse and ear-piercing voice sounded in their ears.

"You're stalling for time."

The last of the six emperors, a peerless swordsman with a long sword bag on his back, raised his head and said.

Everyone frowned.

The one with the highest cultivation among them is undoubtedly the most low-key and unassuming Xitian Bohou. Even the leader of the Demon Sect, Gong Mo, will listen to what he says.

But in the current situation, even if Luo Chuan really delays time, what's the use? Can he still wait for help?

However, soon, Master Mo's face became solemn, and Rong Xuanzhen and the other two also stared at Luo Chuan, their eyes were completely different from before.

With their cultivation, they could clearly sense that an emperor-level aura was brewing and being born in Luo Chuan's body! What made them even more incredible was that this emperor-level aura actually contained a destructive aura!

"Hmph! What are you waiting for!"

Master Mo was the first to flash out, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Luo Chuan, and his finger pointed out a ball of gray divine light, pointing at Luo Chuan's eyebrows.

"Emperor...he...how is this possible!"

Emperor Fusheng was still stunned at this time. He could not imagine why a cultivator in the realm of true Taoism would have the aura of an emperor, and even the aura of destroying morality. If it was the snake man before, it had already escaped with serious injuries, and secondly, with the insight of Emperor Fusheng, he could naturally judge that this aura was completely different from the aura of the snake man, and belonged to another emperor...faintly familiar.

Familiar?

Emperor Fusheng was shocked, staring at Luo Chuan, his heartbeat quickened: "Could it be."

Not only Emperor Fusheng, but also Master Mo, who was very close to Luo Chuan, reacted, his eyes fell on the white light bead in Luo Chuan's hand, and he blurted out subconsciously: "The true meaning of the emperor!"

"Yes."

Luo Chuan stared at Master Mo two steps away, with a sneer on his lips.

It was not until this time that Luo Chuan really saw the appearance of the person in front of him.

Whether for Guangtian Pusheng or the demon monks in the chaotic land of the outside world, the identity and appearance of the master of the Demon Sect Palace has always been a mystery.

Almost no one knows what this Master Mo looks like. Every time he appears, he will appear in a group of black cloud seats, surrounded by clouds and mist, and hidden in the forbidden magic array, covering his figure and appearance.

At this moment, Luo Chuan was only two steps away from him, and the distance was still shrinking. As Luo Chuan's "Emperor's True Meaning" was "ignited" by the power of destruction, the divine power of Taoism soared into the sky, and also reduced the smoke and cloud protecting Master Mo's body.

So, Luo Chuan saw the true face of Master Mo.

What came into view was a familiar face!

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

Master Mo did not expect that Luo Chuan would see through his true face. His face was extremely ugly. In his two pairs of sharp triangular eyes, a strong murderous intent flashed, and he just wanted to kill Luo Chuan on the spot!

At this moment, the "Emperor's True Meaning" in Luo Chuan's palm was finally completely ignited. Under the impact of the destruction of Taoism, it became violent and domineering, with Luo Chuan as the core, spreading in all directions!

Boom!

The bead that condensed the most essential morality that Kong Fang Zhenjun had gained from his lifelong practice exploded, and the aura swept through, wanting to overturn the world!

It was also Luo Chuan who had a sudden idea. At the critical moment, he thought of the Emperor Zhenyi Bead left behind by Kong Fang Yaojun after his death. He used the Emperor's morality to fuse the power of destruction, fuse the conflict, and explode in a thousandth of a second. The power generated was also palpitating.

Although Master Mo's killing intention towards Luo Chuan had reached its peak, at this moment, facing Luo Chuan's strange move, his heart lake alarm bells rang, and the breath of life-threatening came. Master Mo gritted his teeth, gave up Luo Chuan and retreated wildly.

Rumble!

The power of the explosion shattered the mountains and rivers, and the sky and the earth were dark. Emperor Fusheng, Rong Xuanzhen and others retreated violently, leaving only Xitian Bohou without moving. He was suspended in mid-air, letting the force of the explosion brush over his body again and again, still motionless, nine transparent sword auras floated from in front of him, like prisms, dividing and cutting off the Dao righteousness that was fused with the power of destruction, and flowing across his body to the back.

Under the impact of the explosion, countless Daolun realm monks died, and there were also many injured Zhutian realm monks.

Xitian Bohou looked forward, his eyes swept through the white light and black shadows, and saw the half-human-high stone fetus in the center of the explosion. The stone fetus did not move at all, and the cloth-robed young man from before had disappeared.

Xitian Bohou looked at the Wuji Stone Embryo for a while, nodded slightly, and murmured in a low voice: "He used his backhand to the extreme, and used the power of the true way to fight against the emperor, and he was not at a disadvantage. This boy is rare."

As soon as the voice fell, Xitian Bohou frowned, and saw a hot wind suddenly appear in the core area of ​​the explosion. A blue-robed monk sat cross-legged in the hot wind, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the Wuji Stone Embryo.

"Rejuvenation? Guangtian Pusheng also has masters."

Xitian Bohou muttered to himself, and he didn't see any movement. A lightsaber flew out from his palm and slashed towards Tong Laozu.