Martial Dao Great Emperor

In the past, Luo Xiu didn't know what kind of existence the Great Heavenly Demon was. It wasn't until he became a formal disciple of Taoist Wuji a few years ago that he got a rough idea of ​​some secrets from the ancient era.

After the catastrophe of the Dayan Era, the eight ancient ancestors opened up the Xuanhuang world of heaven and earth, and the world of starry sky in all directions of the universe.

The Great Heavenly Demon was born in that era, and fought with Qingtian, the first generation of Cangtian Taoist Master. Although it ended in failure and Qingtian finally became the Taoist Master, the Great Heavenly Demon did not die.

Many grievances gathered together, making the Great Heavenly Demon's heart full of endless resentment towards Taoist Master Qingtian, so at this time, Linglong World extended an olive branch to him.

It was also from that time that the era of reverse cultivation, led by the Great Heavenly Demon, began.

However, the Great Heavenly Demon failed to become a Taoist Master in the end, but his strength was absolutely infinitely close to that of a Taoist Master, and was far more powerful than the most powerful Huang Zun.

"Who dares to fight with me!"

An angry shout came from the black mist of Tianmo Valley, and then a seven-wheeled god-emperor level powerhouse, surrounded by dark demonic aura, appeared and called for formation towards the ancient city of Dahuang.

When the two sides met in the void, there was no full-scale fighting. At the beginning, it was naturally testing.

"I'll fight you!"

A figure flew out instantly from the ancient city of the wilderness. It was a strong man from the wilderness tribe. There were seven golden divine wheels flying across the back of his head. He was also a seven-wheeled divine emperor.

"kill!"

Without any unnecessary nonsense, the two Seven-wheeled God Emperors started fighting in an instant.

There were constant loud explosions in the void. The armies of both sides, with ninth-level gods and demons as ordinary soldiers, and seven-wheeled god-emperor level powerhouses, were already very high-end combat power.

However, Luo Xiu knew very well that this battle was just an appetizer, because whether it was the Great Wilderness Ancient City, the Demonic Holy Land and the Blood Brass Clan, each side had at least tens of thousands of Seven-wheeled God Emperor-level powerhouses.

The key to the outcome of this battle is definitely not the Seven-wheel God Emperor, nor the Eight-wheel Great Emperor. It must be at least a nine-wheel Emperor-level battle, and it may even turn into a competition between the supreme powerhouses in the end. !

As the battle between the two seven-wheel god emperors became more and more intense, and when the winner was about to be decided, there was suddenly a new move in the Demon Valley.

One after another, ferocious black demonic dragons flew out. Each demonic dragon had a fierce look in its eyes, ferocious scales and claws, and exuded a powerful aura.

These demonic dragons are not real creatures, but the products of formations like puppets. Whether they are dragon claws, dragon heads, dragon bodies, dragon tails, and dragon wings, they are all engraved with countless formations and formations, which require a lot of martial arts. Among them, work together to promote.

Just like the wild beast warship, it needs the strength of many martial arts practitioners to exert its maximum power.

"Do it!"

Following an order, the desolate beast warships on the Great Wilderness Ancient City also took off, and a hundred desolate beast warships all erupted with terrifying fluctuations comparable to those of eight-wheeled emperor-level powerhouses.

These fluctuations are either strong or weak. The strong ones are comparable to the top eight-wheel emperors, while some weak ones can only be compared to the early or mid-stage eight-wheel emperors.

In comparison, the number of black demon dragons flying out of the Demon Valley is less, only more than sixty, but the aura of each of these demon dragons is at least the late Eight-Run Great Emperor or above!

There are more wild beast warships here in the Great Wilderness Ancient City, but the individual black dragons in the Demon Valley are stronger!

From the initial trial, the war between the two sides broke out in an instant. The millions of miles of void between the Great Wilderness Ancient City and the Demon Valley instantly turned into a battlefield.

The moment the war broke out, the God Emperor of the Desolate Clan and the God Emperor of the Demonic Dao, who were fighting, both retreated at the same time.

In addition to the desolate beast warship and the black demonic dragon, a large number of strong men from both sides rushed out to fight. With the desolate beast warship and the black demonic dragon as the main combat forces, they started a fierce fight.

Luo Xiu did not take control of the Wild Beast Warship, because he preferred to act alone, as the target would not be too obvious in a battlefield with a large number of people, compared to a war weapon that was large and could easily become a living target.

Because he knew very well that once the people from the Demonic Holy Land and the Blood Tribe discovered his traces, they would definitely try their best to kill him.

Besides, he came here to hone himself. If he relied on the power of the Desolate Beast Warship to kill everyone, how could he hone himself?

The supreme powerhouses on both sides did not take action, and neither the eight-wheel nor nine-wheel emperors entered the battlefield directly.

It can be said without hesitation that in such a battlefield, except for those arrogant black dragon puppets, Luo Xiu is completely invincible!

Holding the Plow Sky Sword in his hand, Luo Xiu came and went on the battlefield without a trace. In just a few moments, he killed hundreds of people, including the fifth-wheel god king and the sixth-wheel god emperor.

Because neither the Black Demonic Dragon nor the Wild Beast Warship must use the Seven-wheeled God Emperor to exert its power, there are also many Seven-wheeled God Emperor-level soldiers fighting alone on the battlefield.

Anyone who dares to do this is a leader at the level of the Seven-wheeled God Emperor. They either practice powerful magical powers or possess powerful magical weapons. They can easily crush low-level martial arts cultivators. A big piece.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a deafening loud noise echoed, and a black demonic dragon puppet exuding the peak aura of the Eighth Wheel Great Emperor stared at a middle-level Eighth Wheel Great Emperor desolate beast warship.

There is a difference of two small realms between each other's aura. For someone as high as the Eight-Run Emperor, it can be said that there is a huge gap if there is no special and powerful means to make up for it.

With the loud noise echoing, the black dragon sent the desolate beast warship flying with one claw. The huge warship rolled in the void, crushing a large area of ​​space.

However, this ferocious black dragon had no intention of just letting it go. The dragon chased after it at lightning speed, grabbing the beast warship with a pair of sharp and ferocious claws, and its huge head opened its fangs fiercely. With a huge mouth, he bit into it.

A large piece of the desolate beast warship was bitten off in the middle, and a large number of martial arts cultivators who were in the warship assisting in the operation of the formation died tragically on the spot.

At the same time, the formation pattern of the formation was destroyed, the operation of the three thousand formations was also affected, and the aura emitted by the entire Desolate Beast Warship weakened at a rapid speed.

Seeing that this warship was about to be destroyed by the black dragon puppet, a blue seal as big as a mountain suddenly flew over and hit the black dragon's head with a loud bang.

The black dragon was knocked back, and it raised its head and let out a roaring roar. A pair of scarlet eyes locked on a figure walking in the distance.

The person who sacrificed the magic weapon was an eight-wheeled emperor-level powerhouse from Dahuang Ancient City, and he was also a late-stage eight-wheeled emperor!

"A great emperor-level warrior joined the battlefield so quickly?"

Luo Xiu saw this scene from a distance, and he could understand why the Eight-wheel Emperor joined the battle so quickly. It was naturally because each of the Desolate Beast warships was valuable. If destroyed, it would be a considerable loss to the ancient city of Desolate.

But the eight-wheeled emperor-level experts are not the only ones found in Dahuang Ancient City.

The participation of emperor-level experts in the battle further escalated the fighting on the entire battlefield, with people on either side dying every moment.

When Luo Xiu entered the battlefield, he had already changed his appearance and aura. His formless path had transformed into an immortal path. Now that he changes his aura with formless evolution, even a supreme powerhouse would not be able to see any flaws. Come.

Although he had tried his best to avoid revealing his identity, as he killed more and more people on the battlefield, he was still targeted by other strong men from the Demonic Holy Land and the Blood Brass Clan.

A strong man from the early stage of the Eight-Run Great Emperor came fiercely to kill him, and his murderous intent was firmly locked on him.

"Well done!"

Luo Xiu raised his head and laughed, high-spirited. Under the cover of the formless evolution, the immortal light gushing from his body looked like a blazing flame to outsiders.

People who don't know will only think of him as a martial arts cultivator who practices the Way of Fire.

The person who attacked Luo Xiu was none other than the Demon Light Emperor who had been chasing him before, but at this moment, the Demon Light Emperor failed to recognize him.

Before this, Luo Xiu could compete with the Demon Light Emperor, but was slightly inferior, but now his combat power has completely surpassed the Demon Light Emperor.

"No!"

A shrill and unwilling roar resounded through the clouds, attracting the attention of many people.

The body of the Demon Light Emperor was torn apart, and blood spurted out. A man wearing a black robe with an ordinary-looking face held a flaming divine light in his hand, like a knife, and killed the Demon Light Emperor on the spot!

This ordinary man is Luo Xiu, and the flame divine light actually condenses the immortal light.

It's just that all of this is covered up by the way of formlessness, and no one can see his true identity.

From the beginning of the fight between the two sides to now, not too much time has passed, but in such a short period of time, eight rounds of great emperor-level powerhouses have begun to fall.

In the battlefield, either you die or I die, so Luo Xiu had no intention of showing any mercy at all. After he killed the Demon Light Emperor, his expression did not change at all. He raised his hand and clapped it, and a big flaming hand appeared in front of him. High heaven.

Immortal King Mahamudra!

This big hand was like a flaming cloud in the sky. With one palm fall, it killed countless people from the Demonic Holy Land and the Blood Brass Tribe. Even the powerful Seven-wheeled God Emperor could not be spared.

"Asshole, kill him!"

The killing of the Demon Light Emperor attracted the attention of other powerful men in the Demonic Holy Land. In an instant, nine powerful auras rushed towards Luo Xiu at the same time.

Among these nine auras, two auras are black demon dragon puppets, each exuding the power of the late Eight-Run Great Emperor.

The other seven auras are weaker, but each one is a true eight-wheeled emperor-level powerhouse.

"Good kill!"

"Let's all kill together, the emperor is not invincible!"

"..."

Seeing that an enemy emperor was killed, the morale of the camp in Dahuang Ancient City was immediately greatly encouraged.

The battlefield of millions of miles of void seemed huge, but in fact it was not. In less than three breaths, three eight-wheeled emperor-level powerhouses had already reached Luo Xiu.

Among the three eight-wheeled emperors, two were from the Demonic Holy Land and one was from the Blood Brass Clan.

"Flying Immortal!"

Luo Xiu was not afraid. He stepped up in the air to meet him, raised his hand and punched, and his fist seemed to turn into a fairy light, burning with golden flames.

"Boom!"

The Eight-Run Emperor of the Blood Tribe was the first to bear the brunt. Luo Xiu's fist struck his magical power, and he felt a terrifying brute force burst out. His body was shaken, and he flew backwards for hundreds of miles on the spot before he stabilized himself. body shape.

At this moment, Luo Xiu was fighting with the other two Eight-Run Great Emperors who were approaching.