Supreme Immortal Demon

Luo Chuan traveled the long river of time twice, once to and from the ancient Tiannan region hundreds of thousands of years ago, and the other time he comprehended the three great principles of fall, chaos and truth in the long river of time.

In addition, Luo Chuan also proved the original way.

Although he did not have the ability to open the long river of time, as long as he entered the long river of time, he could move freely. Even the real long river of time could not do anything to him, let alone the virtual time illusion.

Ziyun also traveled along the long river of time from the ancient Tiannan region hundreds of thousands of years ago. Although the years of sorrow did not leave anything on his face, it gave him a head of white hair.

Among those present, even if Ran Fengjun and Yuan Shitian who could not see through the truth and falsehood were included, Luo Chuan was confident that he and Ziyun deserved to be ranked first in the attainments of time and morality.

In front of the exits of the ten passages, the young monks fell silent, staring at the ancient mirror table in front of them with a thoughtful look, secretly adjusting their state of mind and spirit.

Xiaorou pulled her eyes away from Ran Fengjun, calmed down, and began to adjust her mood.

Almost subconsciously, she turned her head slightly and looked at the strong young man with white hair.

After a moment, Xiaorou was stunned.

The white-haired boy looked calm and calmly at the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror not far away.

Next to the white-haired boy, the boy of twelve or thirteen years old looked at the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror even more calmly.

All the people were concentrating on thinking and adjusting their moods, but only the two of them looked calm, and the eyes of the boy of twelve or thirteen years old even revealed a hint of ordinary meaning.

Recalling what the other party did in the void channel, Xiaorou's heartbeat accelerated, and she became more and more curious about the two people's life experience.

In the eyes of others, these two young men, one tall and one short, in the True Dan realm, just got here by chance, but in Xiaorou's eyes, these two young men are more unfathomable than Yuan Shitian and even Ran Fengjun.

"I'll go first."

A cold voice sounded.

In a corner of the crowd, Ye Zuifan raised his head. He put the black bead into his sleeve and walked slowly towards the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror.

Some descendants of the emperor not far away looked at Ye Zuifan and laughed silently.

Rong Xiaojia opened his eyes, appeared in front of Ye Zuifan, and stretched out his hand to stop him: "You were the first last time, this time it's my turn."

Rong Xiaojia's tone was vaguely kind, but in Ye Zuifan's ears. It was like the other descendants of the emperor, with a hint of sarcasm.

Ye Zuifan took a breath, looked directly into Rong Xiaojia's eyes, and said coldly: "Get out of the way."

Rong Xiaojia was startled, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Thinking of the two of them working together to move forward, Ye Zuifan suddenly felt a little regretful. But he soon hardened up again, not looking at Rong Xiaojia's eyes, and pushed Rong Xiaojia's hand away and was about to move forward.

"Hey, Mr. Ye, what's wrong with you?" Yan Xiaoyi couldn't bear it, and appeared in front of Rong Xiaojia, staring at him coldly.

"My brother Long said this to you out of kindness. Why don't you know what's good for you?" Cheng Xiaobing was dissatisfied.

Ye Zuifan looked at Rong Xiaojia and the other two, and felt that something was slipping away from his fingertips.

Friendship...

Ye Zuifan laughed at himself in his heart.

Ever since he could remember, he was the least popular person in Ye Tu. Wherever he went, he would be pointed at, ridiculed, scolded, despised, and avoided as much as possible... He was the first star of trouble in Ye Tu, accustomed to loneliness and loneliness. He practiced alone for more than ten years, and even practiced by him secretly. Not to mention that there would be no one to teach him how to get along with others.

Because of this, although he was gifted with excellent comprehension, he had been relying on himself for a long time and lacked guidance. In terms of Taoism, there was a certain gap between him and the best of his peers such as Rong Xiaojia and Xiaorou.

Ye Zuifan took a deep breath. His eyes became more and more indifferent, with an expression that kept people at a distance.

Seeing this, Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiaobing became more and more angry, and the three of them were in a tense situation again.

"Okay, okay. What's there to fight about? Do you really want others to laugh at us?" Xiaorou came in front of the few people and pretended to be stern: "Don't fight. I'll go first in this round, and then you three, Xiaoye, you'll be the last one."

Ye Zuifan glanced at the playful and disdainful descendants of the emperor not far away, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

"That's it." Rong Xiaojia didn't look at Ye Zuifan again, and watched Xiaorou walking towards the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror Platform.

In a blink of an eye, Xiaorou was taken into the ancient mirror platform by the white light, and at this time, a cultivator stood in front of the nine Shuiyue Ancient Moon Platforms on both sides.

Time passed quietly, one incense stick, two incense sticks, three incense sticks, four incense sticks... On both sides of the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror, there were constantly cultivators thrown out. After landing, the first thing they did was to heal their wounds and gain insights on the spot. Almost everyone gained something, but none of them broke the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror.

"Xiaoyun, don't be nervous. In my opinion, in fact, she is more calm than Rong Xiaojia and the others. If she can't hold on, she will definitely choose to quit." Luo Chuan whispered.

"Yes." Ziyun nodded, staring at the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror, clenching his fists.

Just after the sixth incense stick, a figure flew out of the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror.

"It's out." Ziyun breathed a sigh of relief.

"Six incense sticks, that is, six years. It's rare to last so long." Luo Chuan said.

"Yes, she is the first one who can last so long. And she is not injured yet." Ziyun said softly, hesitating for a moment, and did not move forward.

Xiaorou did not land directly, but crossed her legs in mid-air and slowly fell.

"Don't be brave, the illusion becomes more and more broken as you go to the back, it's too powerful." Xiaorou wiped the sweat on her forehead and said to Rong Xiaojia and others beside her, then closed her eyes and began to comprehend.

"It's my turn." Rong Xiaojia raised his head, his face full of confidence.

"Brother Long, we must make it happen." Yan Xiaoyi clenched his fists.

"Yes, we must impress them again this time." Cheng Xiaobing glanced at the group of older descendants of the emperor and also clenched his fists.

Ye Sinfan didn't speak, nor did he step forward to fight. He turned his head to the other side, not knowing what he was thinking.

Rong Xiaojia walked to the mirror and was sucked in by the white light.

One stick of incense, two sticks of incense, three sticks of incense... Six sticks of incense, Rong Xiaojia has been in the time illusion for longer than Xiaorou.

Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiaobing showed joy on their faces, and Xiaorou opened her eyes. Ye Sinfan stared at the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror without blinking.

When the time for the seven-stick incense was running out, Luo Chuan opened his eyes and shook his head.

"It's coming out." Ziyun whispered with a faint purple light flashing in his eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, Rong Xiaojia flew out of the mirror, sat cross-legged on the ground, and sighed secretly. Then he closed his eyes.

Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiaobing also had regretful expressions on their faces. Not far away, Ye Sinfan looked at Rong Xiaojia's back, a hint of pity flashed deep in his cold eyes.

Then Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiaobing appeared. Both of them survived five incense sticks, but were ejected before six incense sticks were reached.

By this time, there were many monks sitting cross-legged and comprehending. The one who has supported the longest time in the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror is a descendant of an emperor who is at the peak of the first level of Guixu. He has supported seven incense sticks, that is, he has passed through seven illusions of time and stayed in the illusion for seven years. . And no one, including ordinary cabins, can break open the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror Platform.

Strong men such as Ran Fengjun, Yuan Shitian, Qi Xinyue and others have not yet taken action.

Ye Sinfan took a breath and opened his eyes. The dark eyes were filled with an aura of indifference, and his energy climbed to the peak in an instant, and he stepped forward.

Although Rong Xiaojia, Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiaobing were sitting cross-legged to comprehend, they were all secretly watching Ye Sinfan. Their side had all failed and only Ye Sinfan was left. If he cannot break the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror Stand, their group will completely fail.

Ye Sinfan had just taken two steps when a young man's voice rang in his ears.

"This one. I'll do it."

Ye Sinfan was startled, and then he noticed the twelve or thirteen year old boy standing in front of him.

When did he show up?

Doubts flashed through Ye Sinfan's mind.

My attention must have been attracted by the ancient mirror stand and I didn't notice it.

Ye Sinfan glanced at Luo Chuan coldly: "Get out of the way."

A green smile appeared on Luo Chuan's face, but he did not move.

Looking at the smile on Luo Chuan's face, Ye Sinfan couldn't help but recall the trace of pity and sympathy the young man showed towards him before, and suddenly became angry: "Do you really think that you came all the way here on your own merit? Let!"

After saying that, Ye Sinfan withdrew his gaze, stopped talking to Luo Chuan, and walked forward.

But at this time. He suddenly found that he could no longer move, and a harmless intimidation surged from the side, locking him on the spot.

what happened?

Ye Sinfan felt a hint of horror in his heart and looked at Luo Chuan in disbelief.

At this time Luo Chuan had turned around and walked towards the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror Stand.

Rong Xiaojia glanced at Ye Sinfan who was motionless in confusion. It was puzzling that Ye Sinfan was persuaded by Luo Chuan.

Xiaorou opened her eyes and looked at Luo Chuan with expectation on her face.

On the other side, Ran Fengjun and Yuan Shitian turned their heads at the same time and looked at Luo Chuan, one with deep eyes and the other with interest.

Apart from this, only a few people cast their eyes on Luo Chuan, but withdrew their eyes in an instant. The monks were either thinking about how to crack the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror Stand, or they were sitting cross-legged to comprehend.

White light shrouded Luo Chuan into the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror Stand.

The moon in the mirror and the water shattered everything.

Luo Chuan fell into the first time illusion, looking at the crowded land of Gyeonggi. His body swayed, and he stepped on the long river of time. In the blink of an eye, a year had passed, and he broke the critical point of this illusion with one punch.

Snapped!

The illusion was torn apart, and countless visions turned into powder with Luo Chuan's punch, flying and scattering into the long river of time.

The long river of time swayed slightly, and another illusion was born. This illusion is more complex than the previous one, and there are more changes.

Without thinking, Luo Chuan broke the illusion with a casual punch, stepped on the long river of time, and flew through the illusion of time like a mirror, flowers, and water.

After nine punches, Luo Chuan came to the tenth illusion.

The tenth illusion is already a bustling world of monks, and the changes are more complicated than the previous nine illusions.

"Yuan Shitian didn't say one thing, and maybe he wasn't very clear about it. The Shuiyue Ancient Mirror Stand is actually a step-by-step cultivation magic weapon. If you can comprehend the previous nine illusions one by one, this last one will be within reach...Ye Sinfan, give it to me. is you."

Luo Chuan whispered, his body swayed backwards, and he had exited the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror Stand in the blink of an eye.

But in reality, only a moment has passed.