Supreme Immortal Demon

The moment Luo Chuan opened his eyes, his body shook unconsciously, and his skin, muscles, bones, meridians, and blood were all shaking, as if he wanted to shake off the dust of the years.

Two years of "death", two years of memory dust, like a frozen memory, began to melt in Luo Chuan's heart.

In the past two years, there were fierce battles every day, more than 200 major battles, and more than 400 minor battles. Every day, thousands of monks fell and entered the reincarnation. In the past two years, the total number of monks who died in the battle exceeded two million... Although Luo Chuan's body has been in a state of suspended death, his Tianmen mind is open.

In the past two years, the battles on the black soil plain have been gathered into a picture scroll. At this moment, the methods, tactics, and Taoist skills in the scrolls rushed into Luo Chuan's mind.

If it were another monk, how could he withstand the impact of so many high-level methods and tactics? Either his spiritual wisdom collapsed or his state of mind was seriously injured.

Luo Chuan not only possessed the memory of the Lord of Nine Dragons, but was also a rare Tianmen monk.

Under the Tianmen, above the sea of ​​thoughts, bubbles rose up, like big mouths, swallowing up the memory scroll!

Finally, in the past two years, the battles and fights on the ten thousand feet white bone pit, the tactics of various monks, turned into a valuable experience of Taoism, absorbed by Luo Chuan, and began to integrate into his own tactics.

Before the age of twenty, Luo Chuan's tactics were still at the stage of the Lord of Nine Dragons. After the age of twenty, Luo Chuan began to look for a way of his own tactics based on the Lord of Nine Dragons.

"Hu..."

Luo Chuan let out a long sigh, and his body stopped shaking.

His face was very pale, as if he had not seen the sun for many years, his eyes were cold and gloomy, and the evil spirits and dead air accumulated in the pile of bones and corpses for two years made him look full of a peerless, ruthless and cold-blooded temperament.

Deep inside the body, in the two secret realms. The fairy baby was sleeping, and the demon baby yawned and opened his eyes.

Soon, Luo Chuan "saw" the white bat being sucked into the Lingtai Secret Realm. The coldness in his eyes faded a little, and then he condensed, and boundless murderous aura gushed out of his eyes: "Two years. Tianhua Palace... I can't wait long, I will go back and wipe out your sect, leaving no one alive."

"Go back?"

A surprised voice sounded in Luo Chuan's ears, followed by a burst of harsh sneers.

"He said he wanted to go back?"

"Hahaha, this Taoist friend is either not awake yet. Or he is too naive."

"No wonder, it's just a calamity of the Infant Transformation. It's a stroke of luck to survive the battlefield of immortals and demons. What do you expect him to understand."

"He is the most interesting newcomer today. I don't know how many incense sticks he can last."

"Haha, I think he seems to be quite extraordinary. Maybe he can last half an hour."

The monks who laughed. They were all sitting in all directions.

They looked at the group of monks walking towards Luo Chuan, and then looked at Luo Chuan. Some of them sympathized, some were interested, and some were gloating.

While they were looking at Luo Chuan, Luo Chuan was also observing the surroundings.

The Tianmen idea was like a stream of water, and Luo Chuan was more and more surprised.

What he saw was like a honeycomb full of grids. It was also like a maze with winding corridors.

The grid where Luo Chuan was located alone was a thousand steps long and wide, with hundreds of monks sitting cross-legged. Most of the monks were tightly handcuffed by iron chains surrounded by spiritual light. Only a few dozen monks did not wear shackles and chains, such as the monks who walked in front of Luo Chuan.

And the grid where Luo Chuan was located was swept away by the Tianmen idea. There were hundreds of them on this layer alone, and a total of tens of thousands of monks were trapped in them.

When Luo Chuan released the Tianmen idea and wanted to pass through this layer. When he explored the upper and lower layers, he suddenly found that the all-pervasive Tianmen idea had failed.

A powerful sealing force enveloped the outer wall of this layer, blocking Luo Chuan's Tianmen intention.

As a last resort, Luo Chuan had to give up the test and refocus his attention on the cultivators on this layer.

The auras of the surrounding cultivators were deeper and deeper, showing their profound cultivation of Taoism, but no one had the aura of Taoism or magic power, which was quite strange.

Luo Chuan's heart moved, and he pinched a seal with his hand.

Sure enough, there were signs of magic power fluctuations, but there was no way to release magic power.

The cultivators imprisoned here were forcibly sealed in the Huangting Secret Realm by a terrifying force, imprisoning Taoism and magic power.

"No need to try again. No matter who you are, even if you are a domain Xuanjun or a dynasty emperor, you cannot use the power of Taoism here. Only the power of the flesh can be used here."

Luo Chuan's ears rang with a sneer.

The one who spoke was one of the cultivators who walked towards him.

There were eight people in this group of cultivators. Each of these eight people was tall and strong, with muscular bodies. In the dark chamber, the surface of their bodies emitted bursts of blood light, and it was obvious that they had tempered their bodies to a certain degree. Whether it was the hardness or strength of their bodies, they were the best among the hundreds of monks in this area.

But in Luo Chuan's opinion, their physical bodies were just so-so. Luo Chuan, who was getting more and more familiar with the way of the spirit platform and the method of physical body refining, could even tell at a glance that the physical body skills they practiced were at most the lower level of the third grade.

The leader was a bald monk with a strong back, a leopard head and round eyes, and a long sword with a twisted shape on his shoulder. He looked Luo Chuan up and down, his eyes were indifferent and disdainful, as if he was looking at a mouse that could be easily crushed to death, but he wanted to play with it for a while longer.

The monk who spoke before stood beside him, pale and cold, with a vicious light flashing in his eyes from time to time.

"What are you looking at!" The cold monk stared at Luo Chuan, his eyes full of contempt and mockery: "Why don't you report your name, origin, wealth, and the secrets you know. If you dare to hide them, they will be your fate!"

As he said this, the cold monk turned his eyes to the other side.

Following his gaze, Luo Chuan saw more than 30 monks who were dying and half-dead in the northwest corner of the lattice secret room.

Judging from the grade of the vitality of those more than 30 monks, they had at least reached the realm of true Tao before coming here. However, because their bodies were too weak, their Taoist power was sealed, and their bones and spines were broken by others. They also cruelly broke the Huangting secret realm. Although they were not dead yet, they were still lingering.

"You did all this?" Luo Chuan raised his head and asked lightly.

The eight monks with strong bodies were stunned. They looked at Luo Chuan in surprise, as if they could not understand why he was so calm.

After a moment, the leading monk with a leopard head and round eyes smiled coldly: "You are really bold. Among the newcomers in the past seven years, you are the first one who dares to ask me a question? You are just a young monk in the Infant Realm, but you are so brave. It seems that you must have something to rely on."

"Tell it out! What secret do you know?" The gloomy monk on the side shouted coldly.

"He is so good at pretending. This pretty boy must know some important secret. Pretty boy, tell me. If it is a useful secret, our eldest brother will let you go."

"Hurry up and tell me! If you say anything untrue, hehe, your fate will be a hundred times worse than theirs!"

"This pretty boy has a good figure and looks OK. The key is that he has a cold temperament that makes me feel itchy. If he doesn't tell me, I, the third master, will be very happy tonight."

"Third brother, please be gentle. It will not be fun if your butt is broken."

Listening to the dirty words and insults of the monks in front of him, Luo Chuan did not get angry, and he was still like the old monk in meditation. His expression was calm, but his eyes were cold and gloomy.

After experiencing the failure of the White Bone Prison Palace and settling down for two years, Luo Chuan is now a little calmer and more mature than before.

"Secret? Why do you want to know the secret?" Luo Chuan asked.

The eight monks were stunned again, and their faces began to become ugly. Especially the leopard-headed monk with round eyes, who was in the lead, two blood shadows gradually brewed in his eyes, and he looked at Luo Chuan with a trace of anger.

"This pretty boy actually dared to continue asking?"

"He is either a fool or a madman. Third brother, you can finally slow down tonight."

"Old Third. You go." The leopard-headed monk with round eyes sneered: "I'll let you play for one night first, don't damage it, and continue to ask tomorrow. There are fewer and fewer new monks now, so save some time."

The man called "Old Third" is a tall and strong monk with purple hair and shawl. He was originally handsome, but because of a scar extending from the corner of his eye to his lips, half of his face was rolled up. Revealing the rotten white flesh that is difficult to repair, he is neither human nor ghost, which makes people shudder and want to vomit.

"Thank you, big brother." The third brother stepped out of the crowd and walked towards Luo Chuan.

Looking at Luo Chuan who was so close, the purple-haired monk's rotten face showed a happy smile, his eyes were full of desire, and he reached out to touch Luo Chuan's face: "Little white face, accompany me to have a good night, serve me comfortably, and I will be in a good mood. Maybe I can ask my big brother to let you go."

The leading leopard-headed monk with round eyes smiled faintly and turned his head, as if he was too lazy to take another look.

The gloomy monk next to him showed disgust on his face and turned around as well.

Most of the monks in this grid cell looked away, with little interest in their eyes, and were busy with their own things.

After all, the things in front of them have happened too many times, so many that they all feel bored.

Since these eight monks with strong bodies were locked up seven years ago, this area of ​​Thousand Steps Prison has become the territory of the eight of them.

Almost every new monk would be tortured and interrogated by them. Among the hundreds of monks present, 99% had experienced it before and were too lazy to recall it.

"Ah!"

As expected by everyone, a painful scream sounded and echoed in the Thousand-Step Prison Cell.

The monk with a leopard head and round eyes took two steps, and suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

He frowned, his steps suddenly stopped, and he looked back quickly.

In his vision, a picture appeared that made his heart beat wildly and his soul tremble.

The young monk who was tied up and shackled and chained before had stood up. Not only did he stand up, he was also extremely strangely suspended in the air. The shackles and chains that blessed the sealing array melted into molten iron at some point and poured down from both sides of his body.

And under his feet, the nine-foot-tall third brother turned into a two-foot-wide meat ball, and there was no sign of bones in his body.

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