Chapter 837

The young wandering messenger sighed, revealing bitterness and regret, but this time he was not acting.

The momentum of the copper coin that killed him shrouded him. It was the commander bochi who once preached his wandering Taoism. He fought with wisdom and courage all the way to the chaotic land in Outland. After all, he tried his best and ended up in nothing.

Luo seventeen smiled bitterly. There was despair in his eyebrows. Yu Guang wanted to find Luo Chuan, but he quickly reacted. Commander bochi clearly had a chance to kill him, but he didn't do so. He didn't show mercy, but to lead Luo Chuan out. No matter he or Luo Chuan, if he shows any flaws, he will be discovered by the shrewd commander bochi.

Chuan'er, after today, you should understand that youyou is your eternal enemy! If you have the huntian copper coin I found from the relics of that ancestor, you can at least detect the wandering messenger in advance... Take care!

Luo seventeen's eyes were dim and sad, but the corners of his mouth smiled faintly.

"Daddy!"

Luo Chuan roared loudly, but his roar was blocked by the Dragon Seal mask.

Although "youyou waste treasure record" is a unique skill, its morality is extraordinary, and Luo Chuan has fully understood it, but this does not mean that he can use it and achieve results. Until now, Luo Chuan has failed to capture the spirit of the Dragon Seal mask, let alone break it into his state of mind.

It seems that there is a little difference between Luochuan and the real youyou Taoism. There is a last bridge between Luochuan and the real youyou Taoism.

In the end what is it?

Looking at the father who was exposed to the killing move of youyou commander, Luo Chuan was burning with anxiety!

Bang!

Luo seventeen was hit by the deadly copper coin in his vest, staggered forward, gushing blood, shaky, dying, and there was only the last light in his eyes.

The roar of anger and hatred echoed in the Longyin Dharma mask. Luo Chuan violently knocked on the inner wall of the Dharma mask, and his face was ferocious. At this time, he could only watch his father bear the wandering commander, and he could do nothing.

The feeling of sadness and powerlessness rose from the bottom of Luochuan's heart.

As far as his eyes were concerned, Dad's face was bloodless and his eyes were bleak. He was only half a step away from falling into the abyss of destruction.

Luo Chuan clenched his fist and his heart ached like a knife.

Just then, he was suddenly stunned and his eyes were stunned.

Vitality, life... Create morality!

The waves of Luochuan heart lake fluctuated, and his eyes gradually lit up.

All this, from the father's arrival, to his purpose, and then to his being chased and killed by five wandering messengers, vaguely revolves around two points: one is the identity of the successor of Luochuan jiumiejiusheng, and the other is Chuansheng morality!

My father once told him that if he wanted to practice the youyou Taoist method, although there were many difficulties, he could cultivate the youyou Taoist method as long as he had the morality of creation, combined with his customized Taoist method and the identity of a descendant of Luochuan ancient Tiannan region!

The huntian copper coin was handed down by my father. Luochuan's six-star vitality contains the six-star morality of the south of the sky. Now there is a difference in the power of creation.

"Damn it! Why didn't I think of it earlier!"

Luo Chuan's palm turned over, and the limitless stone fetus fell into his palm, humming and rotating. A stream of creative morality flowed out of the stone fetus, which was inhaled into Luo Chuan's body and baptized quickly!

As long as you develop a trace of creative power, you may be able to really control the "youyou waste treasure record" and open the Dragon Seal mask!

Luo Chuan said to himself, but when he lifted it up, he saw that the commander of bochi had held up the life-threatening copper coin again and aimed at Luo seventeen close at hand.

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Luo Chuan shouted in his heart, but even if he shouted loudly, he couldn't help him quickly wash out the power of creation. Between Huangting and Lingtai, Chuangsheng Taoist power is still slowly refining, without realizing how urgent the current situation is.

In the Baigu mountain cave, commander bochi looked at his most proud disciple in the past with regret and shook his head slightly.

"Seventeen, it seems that you are unwilling to tell the whereabouts of your evil son... He is also in a good mood. He is obviously nearby, but he can resist showing up. I have to say that your son is more cruel than you."

Luo Shiqi flashed the last touch of brilliance in his eyes, like a reflection, and said with a smile: "Mr. bochi doesn't need to say these provocative words. His disciples have sent him out of the sky long ago... In fact, Mr. bochi, you are afraid. You are afraid that my son will really grow up and no one can suppress him. However, if you haven't offended him, he will pay you back. Mr. bochi, what you fear most is falling out of favor with the way of heaven."

Commander bochi's eyes flashed a touch of complexity, which seemed to be both regretful and ashamed.

"That's enough. Seventeen, in that case, that's all."

Commander bochi's eyes flashed two yellow lights, and the palm of the copper coin was a masterpiece of brilliance, emitting a strong air of death, enveloping Luo 17.

"Rom. 17, a wandering man should not have killed a wandering man, but the first river has been opened by you, so it's up to you."

The voice fell, and the deadly copper coin sent out a burst of buzzing and trembling. The sound was violent. It soared into the air, coerced the rich killing machine, and shot at Luo seventeen!

Although wandering people are almost immortal, there are two kinds of people who can kill them. One is the way of heaven, and the other is stronger wandering people.

Commander bochi's life-threatening copper coins flew out. Almost everyone present noticed that a breath of despair was rising from the copper coins!

The Qi machine shrouded Luo 17 in the air and lifted him high.

Luo seventeen was like a puppet, hanging in the air. His body was stiff, his eyes were closed, and his eyebrows were locked. It seemed that something was pulling out of his body.

A slight sigh, I don't know who it came from, echoed in the ears of the strong people present.

Although the young youyou messenger who was about to die was a traitor of Youyou, he also killed three demon kings to intimidate the people, but he alone attracted at least five youyou messengers to pursue and kill, including an unfathomable youyou commander. Such a move to mobilize the people is enough to prove his extraordinary.

In the face of the fall of the strong, no matter the enemy or the friend, the mood will be a little complicated.

Among the strong, there is one exception.

The ink sect leader, who finally recovered his vitality, raised his head and stared at Luo 17 angrily. His teeth creaked. There were anger, ridicule and schadenfreude in his eyes.

"It's a pity that you ran away from the demon king." the master of Mo sect murmured in a low voice.

As the voice fell, a violent air engine rose from the other side thirty miles away, and another air engine was trying to resist, but it was still revealed a little bit!

One of the two air machines is particularly familiar with.

It's him!

The eyes of the emperors and sub emperors present, including the demon Shuai in the demon cult palace, lit up one after another!

"Hahaha... Tianluo demon king, you can't help it after all... Unfortunately, it's too late!" the master of Mo sect laughed with pride and contempt.

"Oh?" commander bochi turned his head and looked at the inch by inch blood dragon cover thirty miles away. A surprise flashed in his eyes and the corners of his mouth Rose: "it's him. Seventeen, you hid him there."

Luo seventeen was being stripped of his life bit by bit. His face was tired and his look was dark. When he heard commander bochi's words, he still turned his head bit by bit, raised his heavy eyelids, looked at Luo Chuan, and a thick bitterness appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Stupid... Stupid," Luo Chuan said with difficulty.

"After all, I still led him out. Seventeen, you're useless."

Commander bochi laughed, pinched the seal with his left hand, turned his palm and pressed it down! The evil spirit in the deadly copper coin is released in an instant. The killing is violent. If you don't show mercy, you will completely tear up Luo seventeen's life!

"Stop!"

A roar sounded from thirty miles away!

Another gas engine had been suppressed by Luo Chuan. With a slap, the cover overturned.

No one was surprised or surprised, just as no one would think about the variables brought about by the emergence of Luo Chuan. Everyone knows that Luo Chuan is too late.

Ten thousand steps back, even if he could come and face the enigmatic youyou commander and the powers of the demon cult palace, he could not save Luo seventeen. His only end is to be captured and killed.

Ding... Dang!

The deadly sound came from the copper coins.

In the face of the deadly copper coins close at hand, Luo 17 closed his eyes.

Dang!

The sound of metal and iron collision sounded!

The sound was very dull, but it shook the mountains and rivers 800 miles away in the core area of the ancient battlefield. For a time, the destruction gas engine was scattered, the wind was strong, the dust soared, and the world was dark between the mountains and rivers!

"I'm not dead yet?"

Luo seventeen closed his eyes and murmured in a low voice, with an absurd and strange color on his face.

"Oh, unexpectedly, I'm really lucky."

Luo seventeen didn't know whether it was luck or self mockery. He opened his eyes and saw the middle-aged man in plain cloth Taoist robe standing in front of him and blocking youyou Datong with only one finger.

The middle-aged man looks like an ordinary earthly old farmer, ordinary, low-key and simple, regardless of his back or side face.

But when he resisted the terrible and deadly copper coin with a finger, pondered it with a smile and stared at the rapidly turning copper coin, all the powers present, including the emperor's sword God, Xi Tianbo Hou, were shocked.

Luo seventeen stared at the White Dragon Emperor. The absurd color in his dark and tired eyes became stronger and stronger: "it seems that you saved me."

"Why can't it be Ben Jun."

The white dragon emperor turned his head, looked at the sick man in green robe and smiled: "before today, I didn't expect to see brother Luo's father, let alone you would be a wandering messenger. Since this kind of thing can happen, what's impossible?"

"That's right." Luo Shiqi lost his smile: "but you saved me. It's definitely a real loss business... It's not like your style of White Dragon Emperor."

"If you say so, I don't like to hear it. If the temperament and style of our emperors are as pale and old-fashioned as recorded in your wandering atlas, what fun is it to be emperors."

The White Dragon Emperor laughed loudly, turned his head and looked at the youyou commander with a gloomy face: "they all say that your youyou messengers are invincible and have no solution. For thousands of years, they have been very divine. I grew up listening to your legends. Although I love to listen to your stories, what I want to know more is... Can you kill me, you youyou who are wandering

Laughter fell and the copper coins at the fingertips stopped rotating.

The corners of his mouth raised, and the White Dragon Emperor flicked his fingers and smiled.

Pop!

The deadly copper coin broke open, split into two pieces and fell to the ground.