Immortality Begins with the Master of Alchemy

Chapter 820: Slaughter-like killing, white fists

How deep is Luo Chen's murderous intention?

It’s hard to estimate!

Throughout his life, he was full of murderers and **** battles, and he was especially fond of large-scale offensive spells.

The lives that died at his hands are countless.

During daily practice, because I am afraid that the residual blood evil energy after killing creatures will affect me, I often use cleaning techniques and dragon-slaying techniques to remove the blood evil energy from my body.

But although the evil spirit is gone, the murderous intention is more pure and concentrated.

For so many years, this murderous intention has been suppressed.

Until now!

When the monstrous murderous intent spread without concealment, all people of the same level felt frightened in their hearts, like a ray of light on their backs.

Especially when they saw that the darkness that had previously enveloped Luo Chen had disappeared. Everyone knew what this scene meant.

The Lightless Demon King has fallen!

Another fourth-level demon king died in his hands!

Then, who in the Tyrant Sword Domain can stop him?

Once he joins a certain war group, who can still have some confidence in the situation where the demon clan is already struggling to support it?

Almost as soon as Luo Chen's murderous intention spread, the situation in each battle group changed slightly.

The Demon King's attacks became more fierce, and the range of movement became wider.

The aftermath of the battle at the Nascent Soul level had an immeasurable impact on this land.

boom!

boom!

boom!

A vein of earth was penetrated, and hot magma rose into the sky.

Under the **** storm, another bright flame of war was added.

Luo Chen stepped on a pillar of magma fire and had no intention of joining a group of the same level.

A pair of bright spiritual eyes scanned in all directions.

The **** sword in his hand clanked.

"Are you excited too?"

"Are you excited because of my unrepressed murderous intention?"

Luo Chen slowly raised his right hand, and the Yuantu Sword reflected his young and enchanting face.

"In that case, let's go!"

As if talking to himself, Luo Chen threw it casually and started to make a hand seal with his hands.

Yuan Tujian made a low sound and suddenly shot out of the air.

It turned into a streak of blood and rushed into the group of low-level monster beasts like headless flies on the earth.

Chi chi chi…

Its speed is so fast that it is difficult to see it with the naked eye.

Its power is so powerful that it is difficult for the physical body to stop it.

Wherever the sword light passed, there was no one alive.

The third-order demon king, who was dozens of feet tall, opened his **** mouth and swallowed the sword light forcefully.

But in just a moment, the Yuan Tu Sword broke out of the body.

The huge demon king froze in place, and finally collapsed.

The blood in the body seemed to be drawn by something, chasing the sword light.

The sword light showed no sign of stopping. With Luo Chen himself as the center, within a thousand miles radius, there was no enemy in sight.

Luo Chen stepped on the flame pillars and kept moving quickly on the tragic battlefield filled with blood and smoke.

All he could see was the blood cloud that was gathering more and more.

Uh-huh!

There was a bright sword light, which turned into a height of thousands of feet and slashed down with a crash.

The tide of beasts that originally surrounded Xuantie Taoist Temple was reduced by a quarter under this attack. The rest of the monsters collapsed completely, and their survival instinct made them run outside the Tyrant Sword Domain.

Luo Chen and Taoist Tieguan looked at each other, said nothing, and continued to change the battlefield.

The latter accepted this sentiment, and then took the opportunity to recall the two great guardians, the turtle and the snake, and at the same time attacked the shirtless Han Demon Emperor. The balance of victory had completely tilted.

Luo Chen didn't care much whether the other party appreciated it or not.

It was only because there were enough monsters gathered here before that he fired this sword.

He controlled Yuantu Sword all the way to chase down low-level monsters, and the blood cloud following Jian Guang became thicker and thicker.

Suddenly!

A sharp sword as thin as a cicada's wing sliced ​​across his face.

It was really close to the face and almost pierced his head.

A cicada chirped in the void, as if he was extremely surprised that this one-kill move failed.

Luo Chen's expression remained unchanged, and he reached out to grab the sharp sword.

The golden light burst out, as if it could cut through everything.

But Luo Chen didn't stop at all, and caught the sharp sword at the last moment before it could escape.

A sudden tug!

Wow...

A large amount of blood burst out from the void.

Look at the sword as thin as a cicada's wing in Luo Chen's hand. Where is the flying sword? It's really just a thin golden cicada's wing!

"Six-winged golden cicada, secretly calling the Demon King?"

In the void, An Ming appeared in embarrassment, but he no longer had six wings, only five cicada wings.

There was anger in his eyes.

"You use the big one to bully the small ones, and wantonly slaughter low-level monsters. Don't you, Dan Zong, even have a bit of real-life demeanor?"

"demeanor?"

Luo Chen smiled contemptuously, "You attacked me without saying hello. Is this how you behave as a demon king?"

Then, he suddenly shouted in a low voice: "How many low-level disciples under my sect died at the hands of you demon kings and demon kings? Did you ever talk about grace at that time?"

An Ming was startled, and before he could reply, an extremely dangerous intuition came over him.

laugh!

A ray of sword light struck from behind.

He dodged when there was no room for sound, but there was another golden cicada wing left in the void.

Just after An Ming appeared in panic again, a golden-armored giant who looked like a heavenly soldier and a general descended from the sky and grabbed him.

Mr. Fu stood panting on top of the golden-armored giant and looked at Luo Chen apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I didn't stop this demon and allowed her to disturb fellow Taoists."

Luo Chen held two cicada wings in his hand and smiled slightly, "It doesn't matter, I'll leave the rest to you."

After saying that, he put the still steaming cicada wings into the storage ring and stepped into the blood cloud.

The Yuan Tu Sword made a clanging sound and began to fly towards the edge of the Tyrant Sword Territory.

There are too many low-level monsters that dare not face the battle at the Nascent Soul level and are forced to flee to the edge.

They want to run!

But because of the restrictions of Dutian's Twelve Divine Evil Formation, he was trapped in the Tyrant Sword Domain.

At this moment, in front of Luo Chen, he was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Yuantu's sword rose and fell, and his magic power sprayed out.

Luo Chen could feel that the sword spirit sealed in the third layer was exuding a lively will at the moment.

Luo Chen looked at the blood cloud at his feet, looking thoughtful.

Compared with the forcibly refined Chixiao Sword Qi, it seems that the blood cloud that accompanies the killing is the Yuantu Sword Spirit's favorite thing?

Why is this so?

"When this sword was first born, it was named the God-Slaying Sword because it was rumored that it had killed a powerful god-transformer."

"And if nothing else happens, that powerful god-former should be the Blood Sea Ancestor of the Yuan Demon Sect."

"So, Yuantu Sword Spirit has also been infected with the habits of the Blood Sea Ancestor?"

Just as Luo Chen was thinking, a shout came from his ears.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, be careful!"

Luo Chen suddenly raised his head, and in his sight was a huge fist that penetrated the light screen, came from outside the domain, and smashed down on him.

Without any hesitation, he punched out as well.

boom!

The void trembled and the blood cloud collapsed.

Luo Chen stood in the air, letting the blood clouds gather under his feet again.

And his eyes looked at the huge fist that was slowly retracted, and met the angry eyes of its owner.

A fourth-level demon king with dual cultivation of law and body?

It was a bald man. Looking at the sword light that had not stopped the killing rhythm, he shouted angrily: "Come out!"

Luo Chen twitched the corner of his mouth and didn't respond to him at all.

Instead, he looked at another figure who was hurriedly arriving a step late.

"Is this what you promised to help intercept?"

Master Shenhuo smiled coquettishly, "Sorry, I let this demon catch a loophole, and it won't happen again." "Huh!"

Luo Chen snorted coldly, turned around and left.

Blood clouds stretched across the sky, and shadows enveloped the earth.

The killings continue.

The war is still raging.

There were screams that shook the heaven and the earth.

That means another fourth-level demon king has completely fallen.

Luo Chen once watched with his own eyes Jin Ling's real person shattered the physical body of a demon emperor. The demon emperor's Nascent Soul kept teleporting, but was finally blocked by the formation of Dutian's Twelve Divine Evils.

A golden feather penetrated Nascent Soul and strung it together like a candied haws.

Looking at the cub-like Nascent Soul, Master Jin Ling said contemptuously in front of Luo Chen: "You are not from my human race, but you have to learn the method of transforming and refining gods, and you end up with a nondescript end."

Then Jin Ling vibrated, and Nascent Soul suddenly shattered.

Master Jin Ling took a deep look at Luo Chen, then left in a hurry, chasing the other demon emperor who had previously besieged him.

Luo Chen looked as usual and didn't care at all about this provocative move.

Standing above the blood cloud, he continued his slaughtering work.

It's just different from the previous killings of Dakai Dahe. In the process of controlling Yuantu Sword in battle, he became more and more familiar with the techniques of "Thousands of Heavens Sword Sutra".

The sword light differentiates, and the sword energy transforms into a dragon.

Thousands of sword threads, even giant sword skills, melting swords and escaping...

These skills that seemed so profound before have become more and more proficient in battle.

Pavilion Master Li of Wanjiang Pavilion, who had already solved his opponent, followed Luo Chen at some point and watched him experiment with his eyes full of complexity.

Others regard it as an extremely dangerous surprise battle.

But in Luo Chen's case, it turned into a trial that seemed to be used to temper himself.

"Regarding life-and-death battles as a test of my sword practice, this kind of mentality coincides with my path of sword cultivation."

"No wonder he agreed to talk to me in detail about the Jade Emperor's Clear Eye Liquid!"

"This medicine is also of great use to him!"

Luo Chen didn't care about Pavilion Master Li's prying eyes.

What he was doing at this moment was also very different from his usual style.

He rarely regards life and death battles as a means to hone himself, and usually goes all out.

The reason why we are doing this now is because the overall situation has been decided!

When the Dutian Twelve Divine Evil Formation fell, when the six Nascent Soul mid-term combat powers, and even Jiuling Yuanjun, who were as powerful as the great monks, joined forces to enter the Tyrant Sword Realm, the end had already happened. It's doomed.

Buzz…

The terrifying chirping of cicadas suddenly spread across thousands of miles.

Luo Chen raised his eyes and saw a golden-armored giant shattered into pieces.

Then, Mr. Fu's embarrassed figure walked out of it.

Although he was embarrassed, he survived after all.

As for the six-winged golden cicada, after two of its wings were broken by Luo Chen, it was impossible for him to be Fu's old opponent.

Uh-huh!

The Taoist holding an iron ruler in one hand flew near Luo Chen and Pavilion Master Li.

It's Taoist Tieguan.

"I've already solved it."

Pavilion Master Li praised: "Tie Guan Dao's friendly methods, under the siege of so many monsters, can still kill the powerful enemy of the Demon King."

Taoist Tieguan was neither sad nor happy, with a calm look on his face, "That's ridiculous. It's just a mere trick, but the Dan Sect can't destroy the enemy instantly. It's not as good as Taoist friend Jin Ling's one against two. Pavilion Master Li personally killed the only mid-level fourth-order monster present." One of the emperors is not something I can compare to.”

Pavilion Master Li smiled casually and stroked his flowing beard, feeling a little proud of himself.

But when he glanced at the Nascent Soul Masters scattered everywhere, he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart.

In the past, when there was peace, everyone would not show off their abilities, and would only judge people based on their level of realm.

Because of the sword cultivator's power in killing, over time he gained the reputation of being the best swordsman in his class in terms of combat power.

But when it comes to a life-and-death fight, each one of these people is using various methods in an endless stream. No one can be seen as really weak as a sword cultivator.

Especially that Lord Jiuling Yuan!

They used to say that the other party had only empty magic power and poor means.

But at this moment, with the method of forcibly trapping the Thunder Prison God Peng and fighting fiercely for a day and a night, who dares to say that the opponent's method is not good?

The five Nascent Souls each stood in one place, looking down at a battle group that had reached the depths of the earth's veins at some unknown time.

The river of nine-color light is still flowing endlessly.

The thunder light surged, but became weaker and weaker.

"This monster will be defeated!" Pavilion Master Li observed for a while and came to a conclusion.

The rest of the people also nodded in agreement.

Rumor has it that this thunder prison **** Peng once had a fierce battle with Shenyuan Zhenren, the supreme elder of the Five Elements Sect, and still survived. It should be something a great monk can do.

Now it seems that it is overestimated.

Luo Chen's eyes flickered and he was muttering in his heart.

A hundred years have passed, and there has been no progress in the realm of Thunder Prison God Peng!

Is it because the demon race’s cultivation speed is slow? Or was it that he was injured so deeply in that battle a hundred years ago that he has been recuperating for a hundred years and therefore has not made any progress?

If Jiuling Yuanjun really killed him, it would be considered a good thing.

No matter how stupid this monster is, he should still remember him.

If you send your news back to Cangwu Mountain, I'm afraid it will cause unnecessary trouble.

"No matter whether Jiuling Yuanjun can kill him or not, as long as the other party is still alive, I will make up for it and make him shatter into pieces!"

Just as Luo Chen was muttering, the battle deep in the earth was coming to an end.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The earth's crust shook and the earth cracked.

Countless magma spewed out and then poured back.

The originally weak thunder suddenly became brighter.

boom!

There was only an explosion, and the nine-color light river suddenly burst open.

A stream of light flew out from it.

Looking carefully, there is no majestic thunder and lightning roc anywhere, only a ball of light flashing.

It is the Nascent Soul of the Thunder Prison God Peng!

"Don't let this thief escape!"

Luo Chen made a quick decision and shouted loudly.

The rest of the people took action without thinking.

In the night sky, sword light, iron rulers, golden feathers, and talismans struck at the Nascent Soul from all directions.

Luo Chen's attack was also among them, and the Yuan Tu Sword turned into a streak of blood and shot through the air.

At this critical moment, the large light curtain covering the Tyrant Sword Domain instantly dissipated.

There are ripples in the void.

A white fist slowly stretched out from the ripples of the void.

He opened his fist and grasped the Nascent Soul light ball of the Thunder Prison God Peng, seeming to turn a blind eye to the incoming attacks.

boom!

There was only one explosion, and all the attacks bloomed like fireworks.

Beautiful, yet devoid of any threat.

The moment Luo Chen saw the white fist, his pupils shrank suddenly, but he did not stop.

The tip of the blood sword rotated crazily and stabbed into his fist.

bite!

The blood sword bounced back as if it was hit hard.

A dull roar came from the earth, and Lord Jiuling Yuan rose into the sky like a god, surrounded by nine colored light bands.

But how quickly you appear, how quickly you return.

Almost no one could clearly see how the owner of the white fist took action. The next moment, they saw Jiuling Yuanjun fall into the dust, and his shoulders slumped down.

The ripples in the void slowly dissipated.

The six monks who had achieved fruitful results were looking at each other in confusion at this moment.

The turbulent Tyrannosaurus Domain was still noisy, but their place was eerily quiet.

Luo Chen held the blood sword, his right hand trembling.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a red dot on the tip of the sword.

(End of chapter)