Immortality begin with Alchemy Grandmaster Chapter 2687 - 992: Demoness Mo Luo Battles the World
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Void ripples fluctuated wildly, as an elegant figure floated down lightly like a feather.
Her toes brushed softly, and Qing Shuang landed steadily atop Luo Chen's sturdy shoulders.
She shot a sideways glance below, her brows creasing faintly.
"So ugly!"
All three of Luo Chen's faces displayed shock at once.
He hadn't imagined Qing Shuang's opening words after appearing would sound like that.
Yet with formidable enemies closing in right then, he couldn't spare time to judge this woman's discernment, his voice rumbling deeply from his mouth.
"Had you emerged a moment later, this ugly face wouldn't matter—you might not even locate my corpse."
"Is it really that serious?" Qing Shuang responded nonchalantly.
Luo Chen scoffed, "That ancient array targets Divine Transformation Great Powers specifically—want to test it yourself?"
Qing Shuang indifferently surveyed the monks encircling them, nodding at first in recognition before her lips twitched in disdain.
"Restored to my peak state now, that formation's return wouldn't trouble me greatly."
Luo Chen fell silent.
He itched to counter, but pondering Qing Shuang's abilities convinced him she spoke truth.
Array formations worldwide demand setup space, especially participant-heavy ones where spatial needs intensify sharply.
Qing Shuang, versed in the Dao of Space, faced no such hindrance at full power.
This thought swelled Luo Chen's assurance for the fight ahead.
"I was heavily drained earlier, so you'll need to shoulder more from now on."
Qing Shuang eyed Luo Chen, lips quirking faintly, releasing a light chuckle.
Soon, massive Demon Qi billowed from her body, shrouding every side.
Luo Chen followed suit, his Nascent Soul Domain exploding outward madly; those caught inside found their Qi sealed, bodies weighed down enormously.
Qing Shuang's arrival drained the color from the enemies' faces!
One Three-headed Demon Luo proved tough enough, but adding the demoness famed as top below Divine Transformation sent chaos erupting.
Their confident banter laid bare their poise.
Now allied, their presence escalated relentlessly—but how would combat evolve?
Prajna Hall Master and Dharma Hall Master traded glances, resolve firm without waver.
"Deploy the Vajra Demon Suppression Formation!"
Furious cries echoed as nearby monks rearranged instantly.
In groups of three, they traced ground circles, sealing Luo Chen tight.
Luo Chen merely sneered in contempt.
The famed Vajra Demon Suppression amounted to just a fourth-order array pooling three powers' might, paling against the Thirty-Six Arhat Array that fuses thirty-six into unity.
Even the Thirty-Six Arhat Array failed against him—let alone this feebler Vajra Demon Suppression Formation?
He advanced fearlessly, Yuan Tu Sword sweeping like a towering ridge downward.
Qing Shuang stepped airily into void, materializing above the pale-faced monk.
Capture the leader first to rout the bandits!
Hanging Temple's assault clearly centered on Prajna Hall Master here.
Slaying him would simplify the rest.
Facing Qing Shuang's strike, the pale-faced monk raged, gripping prayer beads before punching forth.
Vajra Prajna!
Fists clashed, hurling the pale-faced monk back a hundred meters while Qing Shuang stood firm.
After brief hover, her face serene, Qing Shuang chased relentlessly.
Behind, Luo Chen rampaged unchecked.
Blood blossoms burst like fireworks nonstop!
Lives flickered briefly, akin to spectral orchids!
Not even the Seven Court Masters' united assault could contain wild Luo Chen.
Buddha Treasure True Devices battering his giant true form? Origin Force flowed, mending him swiftly to perfection.
His sword strokes and rod swings wrought havoc untold.
Life-taking Golden Feathers lanced from his form endlessly, carving massive wounds each pass.
Soon demonic might ruled the field, Qing Shuang's shadow flickering unpredictably, the tide turning decisively one-sided.
Witnessing this, Great Brahma Prince and observers blanched in terror.
West Desert lags other Four Continents in resources.
High-rank powerhouses number fewest here.
Human Clan's Nascent Soul and above total scarcely over a hundred, dwarfed by elsewhere.
Hanging Temple's thirty-six elders this time embodied near half West Desert's elite forces.
No—exceeded half outright.
Eight Court Masters each matched Great Cultivator caliber.
Those eight equaled ten, twenty, nay thirty or forty standard Nascent Soul cultivators.
Under them, Hanging Temple monks formed West Desert's premier force today; sans Divine Transformation, unbeatable.
Yet crushed by Demoness Mo Luo? Unthinkable.
"Should we... assist?"
A tentative whisper reached Great Brahma Prince—Xiao Yan, Da Liang King.
Great Brahma Prince countered: "Assist who?"
Xiao Yan unhesitating: "The Hanging Temple Buddhist brethren, of course!"
Great Brahma Prince pressed: "Why?"
Xiao Yan frowned, "They embody Buddhist Sect luminaries, our West Desert Holy Land. Shun them to aid Outer Continent's demoness Mo Luo?"
Great Brahma Prince chuckled softly, striking core: "Glazed Pure Land belongs to Hanging Temple too, Xuan Du Master once led Medicine King Institute. Demon Emperor Qing Shuang and Alchemy Sect's Luo Chen aid Xuan Du Master—this strife is Buddhist Holy Land's internal feud. How dare you meddle?"