Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster
Chapter 1727 - 634: Heaven and Earth Big Formation, Hundred Craft Mountain Master_3

Chapter 1727: Chapter 634: Heaven and Earth Big Formation, Hundred Craft Mountain Master_3

In the emptiness, there seemed to be a voice whispering in regret: "What a pity, stopping at the second island."

Giant trees blocked his path of retreat.

Luo Chen’s expression turned cold, and without any visible action, his wings trembled, sending out flying blades through the air.

The Moonbreaker Slash, no matter how ancient, severed those trees in a single cut.

In an instant, the moonlight poured down, opening up his field of vision.

On a distant mountain peak, a figure under the moonlight gazed coldly at him.

"Demon King Qingyang, you finally arrived!"

Swoosh!

With a tremor of his wings, Luo Chen slowly flew into the air, meeting the gaze of the old man on the hill.

Just one glance, though they had only met once, Luo Chen quickly recognized the man’s origin.

"Master of Hundred Craft Mountain!"

"Unexpected, you still remember this old defeated man under you." Liang Baizao let out a bitter laugh.

"A defeated man under me? Heh."

Luo Chen’s lips curled; in the eyes of the world, it was he, Luo Chen, who struck the Master of Hundred Craft Mountain to the horizon with one hit, but only he knew that after that strike, he was almost out of breath and strength. If not for Han Zhan and Tian Xuan helping him escape, he would have long been captured at Coldlight Island.

Of course, at such a critical moment, he couldn’t possibly explain these things, which would weaken his own stance.

He looked around but didn’t find any of the other’s allies, relieved slightly, yet recalling the first words the opponent said when appearing.

Luo Chen squinted his eyes a little.

"Did you deliberately leak the information on the Purple Monkey Flower?"

Liang Baizao admitted openly, "Indeed, I did."

Luo Chen frowned, "But I checked over and over, that Foundation Establishment Stage Rogue Cultivator didn’t seem to be faking it."

"He is genuine, it’s just the opportunity was given by me."

"That doesn’t add up. I checked that old book, whether from the paper’s age or the handwriting’s ink stain, it’s all over a hundred years old."

"I know you have the renown of a Tool Casting Master at the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering, but my Tool Casting Technique surpasses yours. Mere ancient forgery techniques, to me, are nothing."

Looking at the elder’s confident demeanor, Luo Chen fell silent.

In the craft where he took some pride, he was actually set a trap by someone, though earlier he was quite pleased with himself.

However.

"Why is it necessary?"

Luo Chen gazed at the elder’s increasingly forceful aura.

"I killed your two Golden Core Cultivators of Hundred Craft Mountain, but that was because you attacked me first. I have no enmity with you, why plan for years to seek revenge on me?"

Speaking of this, he sighed softly.

"It’s been more than twenty years now, your Dao Cultivation shows no progress, even slightly regressed. At your age, what are you after?"

"Do you think this old man wants this!"

A low roar came from the mouth of the silver-haired old man, his expression quite ferocious.

"If it weren’t for the Blood Nightmare Mo Luo’s forceful orders, do you think this old man would willingly waste twenty years, abandon the destroyed sect, stop the already difficult cultivation, and wait hard for you at the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering for so many years?"

"Especially since you hide in the Hidden Dragon Mountain Range, barely stepping out, leaving me no way to act, forcing me to use the Purple Monkey Flower information to slowly lure you, the little turtle, out."

"The life of a True Master is as heavy as a mountain; I can’t defy it one bit!"

Luo Chen frowned; was it an order from the Blood Nightmare Mo Luo?

He thought of the final battle before leaving Coldlight Island.

Against He Yuan possessed by the Blood Nightmare Mo Luo, he and Han Zhan together dealt a blow to the other’s Divine Soul.

Who knew, a Nascent Soul True Master, would bear such a grudge against someone of the younger generation like him!

Liang Baizao’s ferocity on his face gradually faded, "Fortunately, after tonight, I can finally end these wandering twenty years. Demon King Qingyang, I give you two choices, one is to let me lay down prohibitions, obediently follow me back, and plead guilty to Blood Nightmare Mo Luo, which can avoid the outcome of perishing. The second, die here on Seven Star Island, and I’ll take your body back."

Luo Chen stared at him, his Qi Power rippling out like a tide.

"Do you really think you have me cornered?"

"It seems you’ve chosen the second path." The elder raised his hands, revealing treasure lights behind him, upon close inspection, they were all swords!

Luo Chen’s expression turned solemn, his figure shot straight into the sky.

"If I want to leave, anywhere can be a path!"

His speed was extraordinarily fast, rushing like a thunderbolt.

At such a speed, crossing thousands of miles in the blink of an eye seemed nothing.

However, Liang Baizao didn’t seem to intend to obstruct him.

Merely manipulating the seven treasure swords behind him, the sword lights swimming by his side like fish.

"After this battle, I wonder how many swords can be left."

He murmured once, looking up again to the sky.

As he expected, the Red-Robed Daoist’s speed was getting slower and slower, until it was like a turtle crawl.

"Don’t waste your efforts anymore, you stole the spotlight in the great battle on Coldlight Island back then, you wouldn’t think that this old man came unprepared, would you! This time, you can’t escape."

At the highest point of the sky, Luo Chen’s expression was grim.

Ceased the pointless struggle, started to descend slowly.

With his descent, the terrifying oppressive force gradually weakened.

He looked up.

Under the deep night sky, a towering mountain loomed near the horizon, beams of light escaping, resembling chains, linking with the seven islands beneath.