Supreme Immortal Demon

The sky above the Lingyuan battlefield was filled with gray and bloody war clouds.

Thousands of feet of golden body, the head pops up from the war cloud from time to time, and every impact will detonate a mushroom-shaped bloody cloud of light!

The place where these giant monsters are located is the main battlefield.

In addition to a few major battlefields, there are many low-level battlefields in the Void Abyss, which are equally brutal. Thousands of monks will die every blink of an eye.

The place where Luo Chuan fell was a low-level battlefield filled with void dust.

The dust in the void accumulated day after day, year after year, and over thousands of years, a black plain of thousands of miles was actually formed here.

The soil on the plain is scarlet black, and bursts of turbulent voids and strange forces fill the plain. Although there is a place to stay, monks with too low cultivation level cannot do it without high-grade robes or defensive magic weapons. Survive here.

Luo Chuan was like a flaming meteor, dragging a long flaming tail and falling from the sky!

Boom!

Luo Chuan slammed into the Void Plain, cracking open a funnel-shaped pit three hundred feet wide!

Mud splashed, air waves spread out, and the movement caused by Luo Chuan's collision was not weaker than a blow from the Guixu fourth level or even the true elixir level.

On this battlefield, nearly 10,000 monks approaching Luochuan were all alarmed.

After a brief silence, whoosh whoosh... Thousands of monks flew in from all directions, all ready to move and rushing towards the big pit.

Over the big pit, there was another fierce battle!

Magic weapons and flying swords flew across the sky, and demon-sealed beasts appeared. In the blink of an eye, thousands of monks fell from the sky and were buried on the plains. Most of these monks are at the third or fourth level of Guixu, and there are also monks at the True Dao realm.

Finally, a black-faced monk wearing black armor and poria-patterned robes broke through the encirclement and flew into the pit first.

"Hahaha. Flying from the sky, it must be the treasure abandoned by those big shots!"

The black-faced monk was very happy, wiped the blood on his face, looked at it intently, and then was stunned: "What? Just a little monk...in the Infant Transformation Realm? So weak!"

But when the black-faced monk's eyes fell on Luo Chuan's hand, his body swayed and he was suddenly startled: "That is... a third-grade magic weapon? More than that! The aura of that gourd is better than that of the second-grade Jiantian who was at the last auction. The bottle is even better!”

"Huh? That knife is... made of the giant demon's three-foot green wings?"

"Is this... an emperor-level white bat from the innate lineage?"

"God! Who is this little monk? He actually has so many treasures! Is he the crown prince of the Tianchen Immortal Dynasty or the young master of a large sect?"

"Hahaha! No matter who you are! Since you have come to the battlefield outside the territory, you will die! All your treasures belong to me!"

The black-faced monk was dancing with excitement. Just as he was about to grab the South China Sea Immortal Gourd, his body suddenly split into two pieces!

Poof!

Blood splashed high!

The black-faced monk was split open by a demonic pestle! The skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs turned into minced flesh under the power of the Tao, splattering all over the floor.

Behind the black-faced monk, there stood a three-foot-tall bald monk with a green face.

"What a fool! You don't know how to take the treasure first after seeing it!"

The burly bald monk sneered as his eyes passed through the black-faced monk's remains. When he fell towards Luochuan, he suddenly froze.

"Baby...good baby! What a good baby! I'm so happy!"

The bald monk calmed down his emotions and was about to pocket the South China Sea Immortal Gourd when something unexpected happened.

I saw the purple gourd being sucked into the little monk's lower abdomen with a whoosh, and then the three-foot-long green knife was also sucked in! The white bat on the shoulder was put into the chest of the unconscious monk. In the end, even the storage ring was sucked into the body.

"What's going on? Huang Ting collects treasures? How can a young monk in the Infant Transformation Realm cultivate his own spirituality in Huang Ting's secret realm? Huh? And he is a practitioner of both Huang Ting and spiritual fetuses? So many treasures. Such powerful natal skills. ...What is the origin and background of this little monk? Is he a descendant of the Xuanjun of the Fang Realm?"

The bald monk stared at Luo Chuan, hesitating for a moment.

An instant later, his head flew high and his body was torn apart.

Another monk fell from the sky and killed the bald monk. He looked at Luo Chuan and frowned: "So it's not a treasure."

"Huh! He's just a little ordinary monk! He's been fighting for a long time. It's a waste of time. Whoever loves you wants it!"

After saying that, the monk teleported away.

Monks continued to fly into the pit. When they saw Luo Chuan, they looked disappointed and left in a hurry.

In the void, there is no sun or moon. Only the starlight leaking in from the distance marked the passage of time.

Finally, night falls, and the sky and the earth turn from yang to yin. Monks also need to rely on changes in weather to regulate their vitality and recuperate. As a result, the fierce fighting on this battlefield came to an end for the time being.

The battle was suspended, and in the following time, all parties took turns to clean up the mess.

The monks who had not benefited were jumping up and down in the ruins of the battlefield, searching unwillingly to see if they could find the missing treasure.

In the big pit where Luo Chuan was, monks kept jumping in and out. It was obvious that they had no interest in a little monk in the Transformation Infant Realm.

Time passed, one day, two days, three days... During the ten days, when the yin and yang separated each day, the fierce battle began. And every time the heaven and the earth changed from yang to yin, the vast majority of the monks would tacitly stop fighting, Find a safe place, start to understand and practice, and recuperate.

On this battlefield alone, thousands of monks would die every day.

The big pit where Luo Chuan was was already filled with corpses and was about to cover him. The aura of death enveloped Luo Chuan, suppressing the vitality deep within his body.

He fell from one end of the void to the other end of the void, and all his energy and mana were consumed. Although he retained a glimmer of hope thanks to his powerful body and the ability to survive a narrow escape.

But the place where it is located is an extraterrestrial battlefield where bones have been deposited for countless years.

The monks who died here were each a hundred times and a thousand times more powerful than Luo Chuan. They died tragically outside the territory, with their spirits lingering and their death energy soaring to the sky.

No matter who it is, they have been buried in this mass grave of corpses for many years, surrounded by Yin Qi, lifeless, and without the supplement of innate origin. His vitality will be suppressed until it dissipates and he dies completely.

At that time, even if Luo Chuan masters the mysterious patterns of life and death and the cycle of life and death, he will not be able to save himself.

In the Nine Heavens Realm, the great forces are fighting. It is extremely long. A big war is measured in hundreds of years, and a small war is measured in ten years.

Time flies, time is lost bit by bit.

One day, two days, three days... one month. Two months, three months... Finally one day, the fighting ended, and a monk flew into the deep pit where Luo Chuan was.

He was a middle-aged monk with a sallow complexion, a stooped back, and a body that looked like a cooked prawn.

Sinister triangular eyes, protruding cheekbones, and shriveled face. And that twitching goatee made this monk look like a kind person no matter how he looked down or left or right.

Like all monks who come to search for treasures, he jumped up and down, flipped left and right, and finally found two or three small magic weapons of some value.

“It’s really hard to find a good thing here!”

He snorted twice. The middle-aged monk was about to fly away.

At this moment, his steps stagnated, his body stagnated, and he sniffed sharply: "Strange, how can there be life here?"

"Could it be that there's a baby that I've overlooked?"

The middle-aged monk looked ecstatic.

In the sky above the big pit, monks kept flying around. The middle-aged monk hid the joy on his face. He waited patiently until the time was getting later and there were fewer and fewer people, then he struck down with a palm.

Bang!

No one knows how many corpses were destroyed in the palm of his hand!

The deep pit that was ten thousand feet long was turned upside down with a single palm of his hand. The palm strength is also constantly decreasing.

As the number of corpses in the pit became less and less, the bottom of the pit was exposed, and a young monk with white skin appeared, sitting cross-legged in a strange way.

"Oh my god, what the hell!" The middle-aged monk was startled.

I saw the young monk at the bottom of the pit with his eyes tightly closed and his breath weak, but he could not use any strength. His legs were entwined, one finger pointed at the sky and the other at the ground, suspended three inches at the bottom of the pit.

"You look like this? Are you alive or dead?"

The middle-aged monk has a cultivation level above the true Tao realm and a Tao power, but he dare not step forward: "Is it the ten-thousand-year-old corpse buried here? A strong man from ten thousand years ago? I can't afford this! What if? Zhizhi, even ten thousand people are not enough to fill his stomach!"

Having said that, the middle-aged monk took out a roulette wheel from his storage ring. With a shake of his hand, the roulette wheel spun, emitting a trace of green light, as if he was testing something.

After a long while, the middle-aged monk breathed a sigh of relief.

"It turns out that this pit only appeared two years ago."

"Hmph! Pretending! Do you want to scare Master Dao?"

"It seems that he is not dead yet! The longer he stays here, the closer he is to death."

"Wait to die slowly!"

Seeing that he couldn't get much benefit, the middle-aged monk patted his butt and flew up, and was about to leave.

With his feet already on the edge of the pit, the middle-aged monk showed hesitation and did not move forward any further. He turned back with some reluctance and looked at the young monk at the bottom of the pit.

"You've been buried for two years and you're still alive! You have a long life, and it's extraordinary... We met by chance. Master Tao, I've decided to show mercy and help you!"

"You don't need to thank me. It's really not my style to refuse to save someone in the face of death."

"Selling you into cannon fodder can be exchanged for ten Saint Yuan coins."

"hey-hey……"

The middle-aged monk chuckled sinisterly, rolled up a ray of magic power, fished Luo Chuan out of the deep pit where he had been buried for two years, laughed loudly, and flew away into the distance.

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Tick, tick, tick... the sound of falling water droplets echoed in Luo Chuan's ears.

He seemed to have had a dream, very long but not too long.

This dream is finally coming to an end.

Tick, tick, tick... the sound of water droplets continued to come, faster and faster.

This time Luo Chuan heard clearly that these water drops were clearly the essence and blood in his body, and they started rolling again!

The essence and blood gathered from one to a thread, from the thread to one stream, and then from one stream to one... swish, swish, swish... The tides of essence and blood mobilized the qi and blood, and after two years, they rushed to Luochuan again. In the body, the internal organs, meridians and dantian are awakened!

Luo Chuan sat up suddenly and opened his eyes.

In his field of vision, there was a strange environment, as well as a group of strange monks walking towards him, with profound auras and different appearances.