Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 2687: Chapter 992: Demoness Mo Luo Battles the World

The ripples in the void undulated, and a graceful silhouette descended like a feather.

With a gentle touch on her toes, Qing Shuang stood firmly on Luo Chen’s solid shoulders.

Her eyes glanced sideways downward, her brows slightly furrowed.

"So ugly!"

Luo Chen’s three faces simultaneously showed an expression of astonishment.

He never expected Qing Shuang’s first words upon emerging would be like this.

But at that moment, with powerful adversaries all around, he had no time to critique this woman’s taste, and his mouth emitted a deep buzzing sound.

"If you had come out any later, forget about this ugly face, I’m afraid you might not even find my corpse."

"Is it really that troublesome?" Qing Shuang was indifferent.

Luo Chen sneered, "Such a timeless array is specifically set up for Divine Transformation Great Powers, why don’t you give it a try?"

Qing Shuang swept her eyes indifferently over the numerous monks surrounding them, initially nodding in acknowledgment, but then curling her lips slightly.

"Now that I have recovered to peak condition, even if this formation reappears, it won’t pose much of a problem for me."

Luo Chen was speechless.

He wanted to retort, but upon considering Qing Shuang’s capabilities, he realized it was indeed true.

Generally, array formations in the world require a layout space, especially those that involve more participants; the spatial environment required becomes increasingly demanding.

For Qing Shuang, who mastered the Dao of Space, she was completely unfazed under her full strength.

With this in mind, Luo Chen felt increasingly confident in this battle.

"Earlier, I was greatly depleted, so I’ll have to trouble you to exert more effort in what’s to come."

Qing Shuang glanced at Luo Chen, her lips curving slightly, and let out a soft laugh.

Soon, vast Demon Qi surged from her body, covering all directions.

Luo Chen did likewise, as a Nascent Soul Domain spread crazily from him, and everyone enveloped within felt their Qi power blocked, their bodies incredibly heavy.

With Qing Shuang’s appearance, the enemies had already turned pale!

Just a single Three-headed Demon Luo was difficult enough to handle, and now there was a demoness reputed as the number one under the Divine Transformation, causing the situation to spiral out of control.

Their self-assured conversation showed their confidence.

Now, as the two joined forces, their momentum surged step by step, but how should this battle proceed?

The Master of Prajna Hall and the Master of Dharma Hall exchanged a glance, their unwavering resolve not faltering in the slightest.

"Form the Vajra Demon Suppression Formation!"

Amid angry shouts, the surrounding monks instantly shifted again.

In numerals of three, they drew circles on the ground, enveloping Luo Qing tightly.

Luo Chen only sneered disdainfully at this.

The so-called Vajra Demon Suppression is merely a fourth-order formation gathering the power of three, far inferior to the Thirty-Six Arhat Array that can consolidate the power of thirty-six into one.

The Thirty-Six Arhat Array couldn’t even manage him, let alone this weaker Vajra Demon Suppression Formation?

He stepped forward boldly, wielding the Yuan Tu Sword like a mountain ridge, and slashed downward.

Qing Shuang lightly stepped into the void, reappearing above the white-faced monk.

Capture the king to capture the thief first!

In this battle, Hanging Temple was evidently led by the Master of Prajna Hall.

As long as this person was killed, everything thereafter would become simpler.

Confronted with Qing Shuang’s attack, the white-faced monk grew furious, clenching a prayer bead in his palm, and punched out.

Vajra Prajna!

Under the collision of twin fists, the white-faced monk retreated a hundred meters away, while Qing Shuang remained unmoving.

After a slight pause in place, Qing Shuang’s expression remained unchanged and pursued the enemy once more.

Meanwhile, behind them, Luo Chen was relentless and unstoppable.

Blood flowers, like fireworks, bloomed continuously!

Life seemed transiently fleeting like a ghostly orchid!

Even with the collective strike of the Seven Court Masters, they couldn’t suppress the rampant Luo Chen.

Even Buddha Treasure True Devices striking his colossal true body were disregarded, as Origin Force circulated and quickly restored him completely.

Instead, each swing of his sword and each swing of his rod brought unimaginable damage.

The Life-taking Golden Feather pierced out of his body incessantly, each time leaving huge blood holes.

For a time, the scene was dominated by demonic power, with Qing Shuang’s silhouette elusive, the situation showing a one-sided trend.

Seeing this, the Great Brahma Prince, leading the onlookers, all turned ashen with shock and fear.

Compared to the other Four Continents, West Desert is considered the poorest in resources.

Thus, the number of high-order powerhouses is also the least.

For the Human Clan, those at Nascent Soul Stage and above combined barely exceeded a hundred, far less than the other Four Continents.

This time, the Hanging Temple’s deployment of thirty-six senior monks almost represented half of West Desert’s high-end combat strength.

No!

Not almost, but already thoroughly surpassed half.

Each of the Eight Court Masters was on the level of a Great Cultivator.

Just those eight alone were equivalent to ten, twenty, even thirty or forty ordinary Nascent Soul Stage cultivators.

Led by these, Hanging Temple’s monks were considered the strongest troops in West Desert today; without Divine Transformation, they were difficult to overcome.

Yet, even so, they were being overwhelmed by Demoness Mo Luo, which is hard to accept.

"Should we...help?"

A hesitant voice sounded in the Great Brahma Prince’s ear, it was Xiao Yan, King of Da Liang.

The Great Brahma Prince asked in return: "Help whom?"

Xiao Yan did not hesitate: "Naturally, the Buddhist friends of Hanging Temple!"

The Great Brahma Prince asked again: "Why?"

Xiao Yan was puzzled, "They are the eminent monks of the Buddhist Sect, representing our Western Desert Holy Land. If we don’t help them, are we to help the demoness Mo Luo from the Outer Continent?"

The Great Brahma Prince let out a soft laugh, posing the soul-searching question, "Glazed Pure Land is also part of Hanging Temple, and Master Xuan Du was once the head of Medicine King Institute. Demon Emperor Qing Shuang and Alchemy Sect Luo Chen are helping Master Xuan Du; this war is clearly an internal conflict within the Buddhist Holy Land. How will you intervene?"