Supreme Immortal Demon

As the miracle was getting closer, no one in the ancient temple was counting loudly. There were only heartbeats and heavy breathing that could not be suppressed.

Fifth floor, twelfth step!

Fifth floor, thirteenth step!

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Five floors, fourteenth step!

A genius with potential comparable to the founder of Tianhua Palace appeared!

The ancient temple fell into madness.

"It's not over yet!" someone shouted.

At the five floors, fourteenth step, the young man did not stop, nor did he crush the waist card. He stepped out with his left leg again.

In the almost dull eyes of the people in the ancient temple, Luo Chuan completed it in one fell swoop, directly jumped over two steps and stood on the sixth floor.

There was no more surprised voice in the ancient temple.

"Perhaps, he can comprehend the jade tablet." After a while, a Taoist priest from an eighth-grade sect said numbly.

Thinking of Luo Chuan's previous fist breath, many Taoist priests nodded in agreement.

"That is Li Xuangan's jade tablet, and it is also the only living tombstone in the Sea of ​​Tablets. If he understands it, his name will definitely be among the future leaders of the Tiannan cultivation world."

"Master Dangmo, congratulations."

"Once this boy appears, the Kongxu Mountain Realm may be able to go one step further."

Master Dangmo looked very calm: "It is too ambitious to comprehend the white jade tablet. As long as he can comprehend a bronze tablet or a silver tablet, I will be satisfied."

Looking at the hundred-foot white jade tablet in front of him and feeling the true qi that is being compressed and condensed in his body, Luo Chuan is in a good mood.

Luo Chuan himself did not expect that he could break through the second stage of the foundation-building realm in the Sea of ​​Tablets. At this time, he clearly felt the improvement of his internal strength. The strength of the physical body alone exceeded ten thousand pounds, and the strength of the true qi was one hundred thousand pounds. If the power of the blood and qi surged, the strength alone was not inferior to the ordinary fourth-level foundation-building.

The next step is the true qi condensation liquid. Once it is successfully transformed from gas to liquid, it will mark the great success of foundation-building, which is the third stage of foundation-building.

"The White Jade Palace in the sky has twelve towers and five cities. The immortal stroked my head and tied my hair to grant me immortality."

Looking at the poem on the white jade stele, Luo Chuan read in a low voice.

"Could this poem have been originally written by Li Xuangan? The immortal stroked my head and tied my hair to grant me immortality... Isn't this a description of the 'transmission of fire' in the cultivation world?"

"Hmm? There is also the second half." Luo Chuan looked down and continued to read: "Mistakenly chasing the pleasures of the world, quite exhausted the reason and chaos. Ninety-six holy kings, floating clouds with empty names... Li Xuangan was once the imperial teacher of my Tang country, and mistakenly chasing the pleasures of the world, perhaps it refers to this. Ninety-six holy kings... What does this mean?"

Shaking his head, Luo Chuan did not continue to think about it. He was not here to commemorate Li Xuangan.

Turning around, Luo Chuan turned his back to the white jade stele and walked towards the corner covered with weeds in the distance.

The strong induction that had appeared on the fourth floor guided him.

After fifteen steps, Luo Chuan saw a tombstone after parting the long grass.

This is the second tombstone on the sixth floor, but it is only the size of a palm. It is made entirely of wood and is black. Compared with the white jade stele in the center of the sixth floor, it seems very small, even a little... wretched?

"Finally found you!"

Luo Chuan smiled slightly. As soon as he sat down, his mind buzzed and his memory flashed!

That familiar figure appeared.

His face is simple and his figure is tall. From his appearance, he is only in his thirties or forties, but his temples are already gray, and his eyes reveal the vicissitudes and wisdom of seeing through the world. His temperament is even more indescribable. If you don't look at him, it's fine. Once you look at him, he is like a majestic mountain, majestic and vigorous, making people look up to him infinitely.

After not seeing him for many days, it is Jiulong Jun.

The winter more than a thousand years ago was far less cold than it is now. It was drizzling, and Jiulong Jun wore a snow-white robe, his hair was loose, walked through the cloud ladder, held an umbrella, and entered Wuhua City.

The city was like a ghost town, empty, and the city square was empty, and the silence was a little weird.

At a glance, Lord Jiulong saw the blue-clothed scholar reading a book beside the training ground.

In the deserted Yinchuan underground city, the scholar smiled and chanted.

Lord Jiulong looked at the scholar, his eyes as cold and indifferent as always: "You are the strongest in this deserted city... the so-called Saint King of you Tiannan people?"

The scholar did not answer, but read poems while drinking.

"In the Tiannan area, there are ninety-seven deserted cities in Yinchuan, and the strongest in each city calls himself a Saint King. I came from Tianchen and fought for 100,000 miles, but no one could defeat me in three moves. In the previous ninety-six cities, those so-called Saint Kings were all killed by me in three moves. Only this city and you are left."

The cold wind whistled, and the wind was faintly mixed with the salty and wet smell of blood, which even Luo Chuan, who was out of the memory of thousands of years, could smell.

Lord Jiulong raised his hand, and many tombstones flew out and fell to the southeast of Wuhua City, piling up like a mountain.

Luo Chuan was stunned. Is this the origin of the sea of ​​tombstones?

The scholar finally raised his head: "Why kill people?"

Jiulong Jun thought for a moment and said: "For all living beings in the world."

The scholar sighed: "Bullshit."

While speaking, the scholar twisted his butt and stood up. When he was curled up by the school field reading, he was like an ordinary scholar, lazy and lazy. But when he stood up and threw away the book, his temperament suddenly changed, like an ancient sword that reached the sky and the earth, giving people an illusion of simplicity and returning to the original.

Jiulong Jun's eyes lit up: "Hmm? Good sword spirit! Scholar, what's your name?"

The blue-clothed scholar slowly untied a sword from his waist, lowered his head, and said shyly: "I'll make it clear in advance that I'm not a saint, just a passerby. I... My name is Li Xuangan."

Sure enough, he is Li Xuangan! Li Xuangan, the imperial teacher of the Tang Dynasty!

Although Luo Chuan had already guessed it, he was still a little surprised when he heard Li Xuangan introduce himself.

Then, Luo Chuan remembered what Qin Jiatian said that night about the battle that overturned the pattern of Tiannan a thousand years ago. It was during this war that the old strong men fell one after another, giving unlimited opportunities to those who came after them. According to Qin Jiatian's description, the war was launched by a secret force of unknown origin, which swept the entire Tiannan Immortal World like a prairie fire... Now it seems that the secret force was just one person - Lord Jiulong!

"I have mastered a sword technique in my early years, the Twelve Styles of Wonderful Heavenly Sword. Since you also use the sword, we will fight with the sword." As Lord Jiulong spoke, strands of dark wind rolled in from a distance, wrapping the wind and sand. Water and wood gradually gathered into a long sword.

"Are you going to kill me?" Li Xuangan raised his head in horror, his legs trembling, his voice hoarse, and he screamed.

Lord Jiulong was stunned, and Luo Chuan was also stunned.

At the snap of his fingers, a powerful sword energy spanning the world burst out from Li Xuangan's hand. This sword is like the Milky Way hanging upside down, absorbing all the sharp edges of the world and the sun, moon and stars in one strike. It is so perfect that it is difficult to describe in words.

It is also almost unsolvable.

"So wretched!" Luo Chuan exclaimed.

This almost incomprehensible and insignificant sword was broken by Jiulong Lord with a snap of his fingers.

Taking a step forward, Lord Jiulong was swimming under Li Xuangan's heaven-cutting sword energy. Every time he felt that the sword energy was going to split Lord Nine Dragons in half, Lord Nine Dragons could always turn the danger into safety, just like the wind under the sword, making no sound. , but it never stops. The time became very short and seemed very long. By the time Luo Chuan could see clearly, Lord Jiulong had appeared in front of Li Xuangan, dragging a long sword in his hand and coming gracefully.

Until then, Lord Jiulong still didn't draw his sword.

"It seems that you are not worthy of my sword." Lord Jiulong said regretfully.

"Shit." Li Xuangan rolled his eyes.

The domineering sword energy that was like a celestial river suddenly split into pieces and transformed into thousands of figures holding swords, swarming towards Lord Jiulong from all directions.

Lord Jiulong waved his robe sleeves, and thousands of sword-wielding figures were torn apart, but the remaining ones still came up like a tide.

Seeing Jiulong Lord fall into the sea of ​​swords, Li Xuangan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Hey, I was just teasing you."

"Oh? What do you mean by this style of sword?" Lord Jiulong asked.

"I created it myself, the "Emperor Master Sword" with thousands of troops." Li Xuangan said proudly.

"Vulgar." Lord Jiulong sneered, flicked his wrist, and finally drew his sword.

A whirlpool-like void appeared under the Nine Dragons Lord Sword, like a black dragon hiding in the night and opening its mouth, swallowing up thousands of figures holding the sword in just one breath.

A figure walked out from the other side of the void and stabbed with a sword.

Clang!

The two swords finally formally clashed.

In an instant, the two of them had been fighting each other for twenty rounds. Lord Jiulong had the upper hand and suppressed Li Xuangan. Li Xuangan was also amazing. Whenever there was a critical line between life and death, he could always miraculously avert danger.

"His grandma! Difficult bastard!" Li Xuangan spat, and suddenly stepped back, holding a sword seal in his hand. His whole temperament suddenly changed, as if he was the supreme king who overcame all living things, walking in the sky. Head in the clouds.

"The white jade capital in the sky, the five cities on the twelfth floor."

"The immortal caressed my head and tied my hair, granting me immortality."

"Wandering after worldly pleasures by mistake is quite confusing."

"Ninety-six Holy Lords, all in vain... I'll go!"

One step at a time, one poem at a time, and after four steps, Li Xuangan stabbed out with his sword.

When it meets the moonlight, the moonlight turns into a sword.

When he met Xinghua, Xinghua turned into a sword.

When encountering the flowing wind, the flowing wind also becomes a sword.

Night becomes a sword.

Snow becomes a sword.

The fragrance of flowers becomes a sword.

The insect shadow becomes a sword...the world in Luo Chuan's eyes becomes the world of the sword.

The four realms of momentum are breath, intention, image, and momentum. This is the sword image!

The Sword of Moonlight, the Sword of Stars... all kinds of swords come from all directions and every corner of the world. Each sword contains an artistic conception that is perfectly consistent with itself, transforming into images, overwhelming the sky and the earth!

Under Li Xuangan's Imperial Master Sword, Lord Jiulong is the enemy of the whole world.

"It's interesting." Lord Jiulong held the sword with one hand and put the other hand behind his waist, watching with interest.

Click!

The sword gathered by the wind and earth in Lord Jiulong's hand turned into powder. He saw that he did not shy away, facing Li Xuangan's Universal Sword, and laughed loudly.

Although there is no sword in his hand, it feels like he has another heavenly sword that can cut through everything in the world.

Where is this sword?

Luo Chuan's pupils shrank and he suddenly had an epiphany!

Lord Jiulong's sword turned out to be only hidden in his heart. The last move of the Twelve-Style Wonderful Heavenly Sword has broken away from the artistic conception and aura of the move. It is completely a sword of the mind!

Looking at Lord Jiulong's sword, an unknown mental technique flashed through his mind. Luo Chuan's eyelids sank, and the blood in his heart calmed down. Gradually, the world around him became quiet, and he fell into a mysterious and mysterious state of enlightenment.