Supreme Immortal Demon

Although Luo Chuan's chest already contained the moral principles of the second half of the "Time Classic". ＊,,

But understanding is one thing, writing a classic is another, and turning the Tao into a method and using it is another.

When Luo Chuan wrote the book, what he wrote was still the first half of the "Time Classic". Although the "Time Classic" is divided into upper and lower parts, it was Luo Chuan who divided it. It is a coherent classic of morality, connected from beginning to end, and the first part is linked to the first part. It cannot be discussed separately.

Under Luo Chuan's pen, the lines of ink words jumped up one after another after falling into the blank scroll, floating on the blank scroll, as if unwilling to fall off the scroll.

Since ancient times, the scriptures and classics have been passed down from one generation to another. Although there are rubbings in the world, only the only original copy will contain the mood and understanding of the person who wrote it at that moment, and people who read the scriptures can also experience it. And when the scriptures finally come out, the meaning of the scriptures becomes the Tao, and the true Tao in it will only exist in the original copy. Therefore, the gap between the original copy and the rubbing is also huge for those who truly have the Tao.

The original copy of the first half of the "Time Classic" has been left in Guangtian Pusheng, so it will not be lost anywhere else. Even if Luo Chuan finishes writing the first half of the "Time Classic", the handwriting will fly back to Guangtian Pusheng and will not fall on the scroll.

Luo Chuan revisited the first half of the "Time Classic" in order to complete the remaining writings of the "Time Classic" in one go.

Empress Luosha suddenly took action, and the Time Illusion River was defeated step by step. Luo Chuan's expression did not change at all, and he continued to write wholeheartedly.

Gradually, Luo Chuan entered the state, and his mind and memory finally passed through the ink words on the white scroll, and he really returned to the Guangtian Pusheng Sutra Pavilion of that year.

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In the Sutra Pavilion, there are rows of tall bookshelves. On the bookshelves are scriptures filled with long years and the truth of heaven and earth.

The fragrance of books is overflowing, and the withered bookshelves are engraved with traces of the precipitation of time.

The cloth-robed boy sat cross-legged in the air, his whole body bathed in white light, holding the scroll in one hand and the pen in the other, his eyes seemed to be full of divine light.

After a long time of preparation, the boy faced the east sky, pondered for a long time, and wrote the first paragraph at the beginning.

"Time is a long river, the way is empty and illusory. The passing of time is like this. Day and night."

These sixteen words fell into the blank scroll, and a buzzing sound came from the ninth floor of the Sutra Library. The revived energy was like a rainbow falling into a waterfall, injected into the sutra!

After writing the first sixteen words, the boy seemed to have found an outlet. All the wonderful ideas and thoughts in his mind gathered at the tip of the pen. Falling on the scroll.

"The sky and the earth have time and space, and the universe and the earth are transformed. Time is different. This is the way of balance..."

"The Zhoutian, the thick earth, the Yinchuan, the dark domain... At that time, they gathered at one point, which was the beginning of time. The world was just opened, and the Hongmeng was inspired. In the chaos, the yin and yang qi were scattered, and the light of light and darkness was spread. After billions of years, it became the nine-day sky..."

"There is a way as a river, which is connected in all directions, from ancient times to the present, without any constraints, no place to rely on, and no place to return. This is called the long river of time..."

"The long river of time is empty and false, true and false, and there are three ways..."

Every time he wrote a paragraph, it would cause a buzzing sound.

Gradually, he wrote faster and faster.

Thirty pages, forty pages... seventy pages... ninety pages...

Finally, the ninety-nine pages of "Time Sutra" were all written. Every word was round and smooth, deeply embedded in the white paper, the ink solidified quickly, and the handwriting no longer changed, but condensed and fixed.

And the white-robed boy also climbed to the sixth floor of the Sutra Library without knowing it.

Ninety-nine pages of the scripture flew out of the boy's palm and quickly merged into the white light of the Sutra Library. Half of the "Time Sutra" floated slowly and fell on the highest bookshelf on the sixth floor. In a blink of an eye, the dust fell and sealed half of the "Time Sutra"!

Only half of the Time Sutra stood on the top of the sixth floor of the Guangtian Pusheng Sutra Library, looking down on all the strange scriptures!

The reason why it failed to reach the top of the Sutra Library was because it only had half of it...

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Luo Chuan's mind turned, and he walked away from the white-robed boy, instantly traveling through the long river of time and returning to Canghai Academy several years later.

In Canghai Academy, Luo Chuan had already finished writing the first half of the "Time Sutra". The state of mind when he wrote the book that year also returned to Luo Chuan's heart with the recollection of Luo Chuan's mind, but compared with that year, Luo Chuan's state of mind had countless different wonderful feelings.

Opening his eyes, the fog in Luo Chuan's eyes dissipated, and his eyes were clear and bright, like a long river running away.

"Empress, since you look down on me so much, let's fight." Luo Chuan whispered.

He was far from the Empress Rakshasa. If they met head-on, Luo Chuan had no confidence that he could escape unscathed. But the current situation was that the two were fighting thousands of miles apart.

For Luo Chuan, who had already comprehended the second half of the "Time Sutra", head-on fighting and fighting thousands of miles away were two different things.

All Luo Chuan had to do was to finish writing the "Time Sutra".

Wow!

The first half of the ninety-nine pages of the "Time Sutra" turned into ink dots, flew upwards, broke through the void, and disappeared in an instant.

The blank scroll returned to blankness.

The disciples of the Holy Dao Academy were slightly distracted. When they looked at each other, they could see the disappointment in each other's eyes, thinking that Luo Chuan had failed in writing the book.

Liu Hejun, who had kept his distance from the disciples of the Holy Dao Academy, leaned against the pine tree and sneered: "It's all in vain after all this time."

Xi Guang turned his head and glanced at Liu Hejun lightly, his eyes revealing dissatisfaction, and then sighed softly. The disciples of the Holy Dao Academy also turned their heads to look at Liu Hejun, with surprise, disappointment, and finally calmness.

At this moment, Luo Chuan moved.

The divine light in his eyes bloomed, and he wrote as if he was assisted by God. As the ink pen was swiped, a page was full!

Hua...Hua...

Under the devastating offensive of the Star-Destroying Moon Wheel, the illusory time rivers were crushed to pieces. When the last illusory time river completely collapsed and disintegrated, Canghai Academy was once again exposed to the eyes of the demonic cultivators.

The sound of the flute became softer and sounded so proud and arrogant to everyone's ears.

Thousands of moon wheels and thousands of Blood Moon Taoist Palaces were like meteors raining down from the sky, roaring towards Canghai Academy where people were panicking.

"Scholar, why don't you come out?"

A cold, emotionless voice emerged from the flute, echoing throughout Canghai Academy.

Just hearing that voice, everyone felt a chill in their hearts. The chill enveloped them, and many monks in the Daolun Realm raised their heads in panic, only to find that their bodies had frozen.

Just a voice from thousands of miles away can have such amazing power. The strength of the female leader of the Demon Palace, who only plays the flute but does not show her face, makes the monks in Canghai Academy increasingly frightened.

Master is afraid that he will really have to go into seclusion.

The second-generation masters thought pessimistically in their hearts. The successive changes in the situation had made them somewhat numb.

Bang!

A giant shield appeared in the sky above Canghai Academy, blocking Qianyue's offensive.

The giant shield flows like waves, as seen from the perspective of everyone in Canghai Academy. Over the academy. It seems like there is an extra layer of blue water. The sea water is supported by a hanging qi machine. The qi machine is also weird. It looks like a white pillar full of small seals with ink characters!

Following the direction in which the Qi machine fell, everyone saw Luo Chuan writing in mid-air.

The first page is full. Every word is like a pearl. Shine like a star. The meaning of inspiring the true way seems to be given a new life, unwilling to be trapped in the thin white paper of the scriptures. They were floating and flying one after another, gathering and swirling around the air machine, making noises, humming, or roaring!

"This... is such a strong morality!"

Master Yu's eyes flashed and he exclaimed.

This is the Star-Destroying Moon Wheel, the treasure of the Mixed Sea Suppressing Cauldron that is personally controlled by the leader of the Demon Palace. Although it is said that when enlightening the Tao and chanting the sutra, it will activate the energy of heaven and earth, and its power will be greatly increased in a short period of time, but if it were not for the moral principles in this sutra, it is really powerful. Gao Shen, Luo Chuan couldn't delay Yue Lun's offensive with just one page of scripture!

Although the moon wheel was still falling and the giant shield was slowly sinking, it was finally delayed.

"This kid is truly a genius!"

The second-generation masters all lamented that although today was not a good day, perhaps witnessing the birth of a peerless classic with their own eyes somewhat alleviated their pessimism.

What's more, before this scripture was fully released, it blocked the blow of the Star-Destroying Moon Wheel.

Many second-generation masters subconsciously looked at the white scroll in Luo Chuan's hand, or at the "Qi Ji Pillar", but the next moment, they were all stunned.

Just because they can't understand this page of "The Book of Times" at all!

It’s not that the meaning is so obscure and profound, but that what is written on the first page is simply disorganized. Words cannot form words, words cannot form sentences, sentences cannot form paragraphs, and paragraphs cannot form chapters!

This is simply nonsense!

Could it be that Luo Chuan did this deliberately because he didn't want this scripture to come out and didn't want others to learn his moral principles? But...the chaotic words on this page clearly resisted the Star-Destroying Moon Wheel.

"What did he write?"

"Can not Understand it!"

"It's just nonsense!"

"Is this the legendary Book of Heaven?"

The Hunhai monks were talking a lot, the disciples of the Holy Dao Academy had strange expressions, and Song Xuanhe frowned. They looked at the first page of the second half of the "Book of Times" as if they were reading a heavenly book, and then looked at the handwriting Luo Chuan always had a complicated look on his face.

If Luo Chuan hadn't shocked them repeatedly, many monks might have regarded Luo Chuan as a liar.

But not long after, they found that the eyes of the second-generation masters were frozen, as if their souls had been taken away, and their eyes were stuck in the pillars of Qi and could not be moved away. Their expressions kept changing, some were shocked, some were thinking hard, some were in a trance, and they gradually forgot about the current crisis situation of Canghai Academy.

It is true that the scriptures written by Luo Chuan are indeed messy, but the Taoism is as profound as the second generation master of Canghai Academy, but he suddenly felt some mysterious and boundless moral principles from it.

They couldn't read the scriptures, and they couldn't explain why, but when they looked at it, they seemed to be looking at a long scroll, and they seemed to be looking at a world in the distance, and they seemed to be confused and confused.

"The passing time... Luo Chuan, are you fulfilling your promise..."

Not far behind Luo Chuan, Emperor Yao Yu murmured, his eyes were also blurred, his body swayed slightly, his eyes became empty, as if his soul had left his body and entered another world.

Emperor Yao Yu was also unable to read it out, but she realized some of the mysteries in that page of "Heavenly Book" one step ahead of the second-generation masters.

The second generation masters fell into it. If Emperor Yao Yu had some enlightenment, he saw all the monks looking at each other. They finally knew that what Luo Chuan wrote was indeed a rare and peerless classic, but not everyone is qualified to watch and understand it. How can they covet and pry into the scriptures that even these sub-emperors and powerful men cannot recite.

There were murmurs, as if someone was thinking about something.

That voice was that of a young man. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!