Supreme Immortal Demon

"What should we do... Gourd?" Ziyun asked softly. Compared with the panicked monks in the Yulong, he was calm enough.

"The gourd is a means of saving life. Now, it's not time to go desperate. Transformation of the immortal position..." Luo Chuan stared at the source box in the power cabin, looked at it for a while, and was about to leave.

"Daoyou Luo."

Rong Xiaojia's apologetic voice sounded in his ears.

Luo Chuan turned his head and saw that Rong Xiaojia and the other two did not leave. There was a trace of shame in their eyes, and they wanted to say something but stopped. Not far away, Ye Zuifan and Xiaorou did not leave either. The same look appeared in their eyes, especially Xiaorou. She pursed her red lips and looked at Ziyun, then lowered her head, wondering what she was thinking.

"You haven't left yet?" Luo Chuan couldn't guess what they were thinking, and smiled faintly: "It will be too late if we don't leave now."

"I'm really sorry about what happened before, we shouldn't have distrusted you... Fellow Daoist Luo, come with us, as long as we can escape, reinforcements will surely arrive soon." Rong Xiaojia clenched his fists and said.

"It's nothing, it's human nature. But I don't plan to leave." As he spoke, Luo Chuan walked into the power source cabin, thought about it, and turned back and said: "If you believe me, stay too."

"Stay?"

Rong Xiaojia and the other five looked at Luo Chuan, and all of them showed strange expressions on their faces.

"If you want to save your life, listen to my brother Luo." Ziyun followed Luo Chuan into the power source cabin, and said in a muffled voice, obviously not forgiving Rong Xiaojia and the others, but he glanced at Xiaorou at the side from the corner of his eyes.

There were many ordinary monks and trial monks who were in a dilemma next to the power source cabin, and they all looked puzzled when they saw Luo Chuan walking into the power source cabin.

Huang Yuxin, the famous master of spiritual transformation, did not leave. He stared at Luo Chuan's back, and an incredible thought flashed through his mind. He shouted, "What are you doing?"

"Spiritual transformation." Luo Chuan did not look back, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

Everyone was stunned.

Huang Yuxin was stunned, and his cheeks flushed, as if he was greatly humiliated, and there was more anger in his eyes: "What a joke! Do you think everyone can be a spiritual cultivator? Do you know what spiritual transformation is?"

"I know a little."

Luo Chuan whispered, and operated the soul hunting fairy job method. At the same time. A memory picture floated up on the sea of ​​thoughts.

The picture showed the scene when Luo Chuan first released the Tianmen method to spy on the power source cabin.

In the tall power source boxes. The colorful Yulong source flows, and each source is made of dozens of the same innate origins, which are refined according to the same quantity, proportion, and level.

The innate origins contain the power of the origin, and some origins can be integrated with each other. How can the power of some origins conflict. Some origins will only fuse in a moment when they are in a certain quantity, proportion and matching angle!

In other words, there is only one moment for one origin to fuse with another. However, the origins are not dead things. They will flow and change every moment, and the opportunity for fusion is fleeting. The spiritual cultivator must adjust the two origins to the moment when they can fuse with great precision, and quickly fuse them. This places extremely high demands on the thoughts, eyes, hand speed, strength and accuracy of the spiritual cultivator.

Therefore, the more origins that need to be fused, the more changes there are, the greater the difficulty and danger, and the more the fusion tests the ability of the spiritual immortal.

Before this, Luo Chuan had basically no concept of spiritual transformation. He only knew about it in the memory fragments of Jiulong Jun, and he didn't know the methods and essentials of matching.

He can trace back to the memory picture of Tianmen Fa Nian and observe the composition of the origins in the source boxes. Gradually, a clear source structure diagram appeared in Luo Chuan's mind.

Forty-seven different origins constitute the power source of the Yulong. Nearly half of these origins were never seen by Luo Chuan before, but he had seen them flowing in the power source cabin and could identify them.

In addition, the quantity ratio, matching angle, flow method, mutual force, etc. of the forty-seven origins were also clearly presented in Luo Chuan's mind, forming an eternal picture.

After a moment, Luo Chuan suddenly opened his eyes. There was no light in his eyes, but in the eyes of everyone inside and outside the source cabin, the temperament of this twelve or thirteen-year-old boy changed drastically in an instant, just like a sword hidden deep in a sword box, breaking the seal and coming out.

After a moment, Luo Chuan returned to normal and turned back into the young boy, but the sharpness of that moment was like a sword, deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone present. No one spoke, including Huang Yuxin, who seemed to be subdued, clenched his fists, and stared at Luo Chuan silently.

Whoosh!

Two sources flew from the left and right and fell into Luo Chuan's palm.

"It's the Soul Hunter Immortal Job." Huang Yuxin's eyes lit up.

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up at the same time, and there was a hint of expectation in their eyes.

However, before Luo Chuan's left and right hands were completely close, when the two sources were half a foot apart, the surface of the source began to ripple, and the next moment, two repulsive forces burst out!

Boom!

The two sources exploded in Luo Chuan's palm, and the air wave soared into the sky. Luo Chuan leaned back slightly and avoided the impact of the air wave by a millimeter.

The first combination of refining failed!

Outside the source cabin, everyone's eyes dimmed, and Rong Xiaojia, Ye Zuifan, Xiaorou and others who were originally looking forward to a miracle also became depressed.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, this is too dangerous! Don't force it! Come with us!" Rong Xiaojia shouted loudly.

Luo Chuan was indifferent. He used his hands to absorb the two origins again. The scene of the previous failure flashed back in his mind. The previous failure was mainly due to the problem of technique. Luo Chuan tried to transform into a spirit for the first time. He was unfamiliar with the technique and failed to adjust the two origins to the only angle at the moment when the opportunity came.

The origin was like a ball of flowing water, changing in an instant, and the opportunity was fleeting.

Although Jiulongjun had the techniques and methods of the hunting spirit fairy position in his memory, he did not have the memory of the methods of the transformation spirit fairy position. All this could only be done by Luo Chuan himself.

The situation was dangerous and time was extremely tight. Luo Chuan had no time to stop and think too much. In a tenth of a second, Luo Chuan's hands were as fast as lightning and tried to merge the origins again!

Bang!

The two origins began to transform within half a foot and exploded in an instant!

The second attempt still failed!

Then the third, fourth...

Looking at Luo Chuan who kept failing, the eyes of the monks staying in and outside the source cabin became more and more dim.

The Yulong has been captured by the Demon Cult Palace, and screams of fighting are heard one after another. Colorful attack waves, magic weapons and magic gates are rampant in the Yulong, blooming in the air, mixed with blood and bones, gorgeous and magnificent.

Every moment, a monk is killed and falls from the Yulong. This is no longer a fight, but more like a unilateral massacre by the Demon Cult Palace. The monks are all fleeing from the power source cabin, and the monks of the Demon Cult Palace are also attacking the power source cabin from all directions against the direction of the flow of people.

The area around the power source cabin is now the only "pure land", but it is also an isolated island that will be captured.

Seeing that Luo Chuan has failed five times in a row, many monks smiled bitterly and shook their heads, no longer staying, and fled with the last ray of hope.

In a blink of an eye, there are less than 30 monks left in the power source cabin.

Xiaorou stood beside the source cabin, looked at Luo Chuan, and then looked at the nine-foot-tall white-haired boy who was like a god guarding behind Luo Chuan, with a dignified look.

Ye Zuifan hugged his arms tightly, leaned on the side, stared at Luo Chuan coldly, and the situation when he challenged the Shuiyue Ancient Mirror kept flashing in his mind, and he clenched his fists secretly.

On the other side, Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiaobing had already shown anxiety in their eyes, and kept winking at Rong Xiaojia, urging him to leave.

"Or... wait." Rong Xiaojia whispered.

He didn't know why he wanted to stay. According to the family's ancestral precepts and the teachings he had received since childhood, his current behavior was very stupid. Was it the calmness of the young man facing death, or the unusualness of the young man, or was it just a strange feeling when he saw him for the first time?

Rong Xiaojia shook his head, and bitterness floated at the corners of his mouth. Maybe one day he would regret today's decision, but he would wait until later, if there was a later time.

Among the few remaining monks, Huang Yuxin stared at Luo Chuan, but his eyes kept getting brighter!

The seventh attempt!

Huh...

As the origin of Luo Chuan's hands approached rapidly, a wonderful connection finally emerged from them.

"It's done!" Huang Yu's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but knock his fist and shout.

After seven attempts, Luo Chuan finally completed the fusion of the two origins. The two origins were like a ball of water, rolling and flowing. Except for the different colors, no other cracks or gaps could be seen.

"These are only two origins, there are so many more! There is no time at all!" Yan Xiaoyi murmured in a low voice, his eyes dim.

But then, something unexpected happened!

In the source cabin, the origins seemed to be summoned at the same time, floating up and falling into Luo Chuan's hands.

Luo Chuan's eyes closed and opened, his hands were like butterflies lingering around the flowers, his fingers moved quickly according to a certain rhythm, and they were like strange thunder and flying stars outside the sky, so fast that it was almost difficult to capture the trajectory.

A mysterious artistic conception emerged from Luo Chuan's hands, and the origins of different quantities and proportions seemed to be born together, tightly gathered together, accumulating layer by layer, and piled up higher and higher. Except for the different colors, there was no other difference, just like a rolling water column!

Looking at the power source that was constantly merging in Luo Chuan's palm! More than 20 monks present seemed to have taken a pot of magic medicine, their faces glowed with excitement, and many old customers of Yulong couldn't help trembling!

"Talent! Talent! Which immortal position of spiritual transformation didn't go through hundreds of attempts! Only to complete the first origin fusion! He, he only used seven times! This is a master-level talent!"

The first-class master Huang Yuxin murmured, looking up at the rich power source formed by the fusion of forty-seven different origins in Luo Chuan's palm, his eyes were pious, as if he was worshiping. (To be continued...)