Supreme Immortal Demon

In the quiet valley, the night birds sing lowly.

The gurgling water, the gentle sound of the wind, the flowers, plants and trees... everything in the valley was clearly reflected in Luo Chuan's mind. Only ten miles away, the cave where the boy in blue was located was looming and blurry.

A young man in the True Alchemy Realm, who has been practicing in seclusion in the valley for many years, must have some origins and background.

When Luo Chuan thought about this, he didn't think about it deeply and continued to think about his Huang Ting's magical fighting method.

He originally wanted to integrate mana and skills, but after the initial progress, the integration of mana and skills seemed to have hit a bottleneck, and he could no longer make any progress.

"Is this the wrong path for me? My skills can only be used in physical combat?" Luo Chuan had confusion on his face.

Although Huangting's magic power and Lingtai's physical body are considered two major cultivation systems, they are not completely equivalent.

Compared with the steady progress of Huang Ting's magic power, the physical practitioners of Lingtai often make faster progress. Among monks of the same age, one specializes in Huangting magic power and the other specializes in Lingtai physical body. A hundred years later, 99% of the time, the latter will be in the lead.

The best example is Luo Chuan. He cultivates the three paths at the same time. Not to mention the Tianmen Xuan Shen, Huang Ting's magic power and Lingtai body alone have made a huge difference in just ten years.

If Luo Chuan could use the power of his physical body in the Ten Thousand Demons Jue Tian Palace, let alone the sixteen demons, even if there were ten more demons, Luo Chuan would be confident that he could pass the test. But once his body was restricted and he could only use Huang Ting's magic power, Luo Chuan couldn't even hold on to three sticks of incense.

"Lingtai's physical body is strong and fast, which is a quick way to achieve success. Huang Ting's magic power is steady and steady, step by step... What is its advantage? If it has no advantages, why does Huang Ting's magic power become the first method among the three major cultivation systems?"

Luo Chuan murmured, delving into Jiulongjun's memory, and began to explore the mystery of Huang Ting's magic power from another angle.

soon. A picture emerged in Luo Chuan's mind.

In the vast land of chaos, there is an ancient palace that is rising slowly in the abyss. Two men with extraordinary aura stand on two cliffs, staring at the newly born ancient palace with eager eyes. No one would give in.

An instant later, the two of them took action at the same time! The one in the west is a monk from Lingtai in the All Heavens Realm, and the one in the east is a monk from Huangting in the All Heavens Realm.

In an instant, the two exchanged thousands of moves, fighting Huang Ting physically, and the Lingtai monk suppressed the Huang Ting monk.

Luo Chuan was slightly disappointed. Just as he was about to search for a memory again, the battle situation in his memory suddenly changed.

Brother Huang Ting opened his mouth and spit out a rune. The rune changed when it hit the ground, turning into an ancient sword and slashing at the opponent. Not to be outdone, the Lingtai monk also opened his mouth and spit out a long knife. But he saw Brother Huang Ting laughing. With a flick of the cloak, the treasure light bloomed, and hundreds of magic weapons flew out. Under the control of Huang Ting's Dao power, the hundreds of magic weapons were like hundreds of masters, each casting a method, and it seemed to form an array. Kill the monks at Lingtai.

Although the Lingtai monk also transformed into a physical form with three heads and six arms, his two fists were unable to defeat the four hands and he was defeated.

Brother Huang Ting laughed loudly. Before he could feel proud, a figure came from the side and took the opportunity to kill him in a sneak attack and seize the ancient palace. Needless to say, it was Lord Jiulong...

"This is one of the advantages of Huang Ting's magic power." Luo Chuan nodded and closed his eyes. Realize it carefully.

Not long after, another memory scene appeared.

In the picture, a giant monster and an old Taoist meet on a road leading to the capital of the Immortal Dynasty.

There seems to be a blood feud between the old Taoist and the giant monster. When he saw the giant monster, he started fighting without saying a word. The giant demon sneered again and again, unwilling to be outdone, and the two fought outside the capital. From time to time, immortal and demon monks flew out of the capital to persuade each other.

Neither of them listened. After a hundred rounds, the old man had an overwhelming advantage.

His Tao power is very special. It looks like Tao power but is not Tao power. It seems that it is refined by re-picking the five fortunes and six qi of heaven and earth and devouring some kind of essence spirit on the basis of the original magic power. Compared with Huang Ting's Dao Power at his level, his unique Dao Power seems to be stronger, not losing to the physical power of Lingtai at the same level.

On the 139th combination, the old Taoist's Taoist power turned into a sword that reached the sky and the earth, and its hardness increased another thirty times. The giant monster's face changed drastically, and it showed its original shape as an ancient elephant. The hardness of its body also increased, but it was still split in half by the old Taoist sword.

The old Taoist held the giant monster's head, turned his back to the capital, and with tears in his eyes, knelt down to the south...

"The advantage of Huang Ting's magic power also lies in its unpredictability. Compared with the one-way rapid growth of physical cultivation, Huang Ting's magic power has more diverse methods, and its quality can also be improved through acquired tempering... But their cultivation level and Taoism... They are all above the true Dao realm. Only when the Dao power is refined can Huang Ting's Dao power have real advantages." Luo Chuan looked thoughtful and concluded in a low voice.

Immediately afterwards, the third picture appeared.

The auras of the human monks and demons in the picture are much more profound than those in the first two memory pictures. Even if they are not at the emperor level, they are still sub-emperor level experts.

In an instant, the two completed their last fight!

Luo Chuan was shocked, and his mind was in a state of chaos.

He was unable to see clearly the fight between the two. He only saw the demon strongman vomiting blood and defeating him in the end. Although the human monk was also injured, he still stood firm.

"Tao! It's Tao! They fight with morality! The morality used by Huang Ting's Tao power is more profound than the morality used by Lingtai's physical body."

Luo Chuan opened his eyes, and his eyes shone brightly, lighting up the night.

In the three memory scenes, they were fighting at the same level, and all three Huang Ting monks won. Although they relied on Tao power, they were also Tao power generated from Huang Ting's mana.

Luo Chuan's confidence doubled. Although the progress of Huangting monks' cultivation was much slower than that of physical monks. Before the realm of true Dao, mana was often inferior to physical strength. But after breaking through the realm of true Dao, the power of Huangting Dao began to show. Compared with a single spiritual platform physical body, Huangting monks had more choices and more development directions. Huangting Dao power also began to compete with physical strength of the same realm.

"Dao power, the realm of Dao power! But, do I have to wait until the mana is refined into Dao power before I can perfect my Huangting fighting method?"

Luo Chuan was relieved, but also felt a little unwilling.

However, he could not find a way to temper mana for a while, nor could he perfectly present Taoism in mana. Even Jiulong Jun, he began to perfect and develop his Huangting Dao power fighting method after breaking through the realm of true Dao.

Mana is not Dao power after all. The power of the mysterious method emphasizes a mystery, but in terms of further development, it is far inferior to Dao power.

Now, the only thing left for Luo Chuan to improve his mana is the way of skills.

"After going around for a long time, I'm back to square one. If the mana plus the way of skills succeeds, at least I can survive the first level of Wan Yao Jue Tian Palace. In this case, I have to use the dumbest way."

Luo Chuan laughed softly, shook his body, and floated in the air, running his mana, and at the same time, he used the way of skills and blasted forward!

Mana is mana, and skills are skills. Although the two can be used in combination, the power is much stronger than that of mana alone, but this is not fusion.

The real fusion is not one plus one equals two, but one plus one equals ten, or even one hundred.

If it cannot burst out more than ten times the power, it is not considered a successful fusion, and it is impossible to form the Huangting fighting method that Luo Chuan expects.

Luo Chuan cannot fuse the two by comprehension alone. The only way left is the last one, which is also the dumbest way, that is, to fuse the two together through repeated practice and repetition.

After half an incense stick, Luo Chuan has completed ninety-eight times.

After three incense sticks, Luo Chuan completed it 311 times.

Two hours later, Luo Chuan was sweating profusely, but there was still no progress.

Ten miles away, the blue-clothed boy in the cave opened his eyes again and looked at Luo Chuan. A smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he murmured: "It seems that he has found a way. There is no shortcut to cultivation. Repeating day and night, maybe in three years, it can really be done."

As soon as the voice fell, Luo Chuan suddenly stopped.

The blue-clothed boy's eyebrows jumped and his face showed a strange color.

"Too slow, I don't know when I can make progress if I continue like this. One month, three months, half a year, or a year?" Luo Chuan shook his head secretly.

It's not that he doesn't have perseverance, but he doesn't want to wait until Qi Xinyue and others pass the second and third levels of Wan Yao Jue Tian, ​​while he is still at the first level.

Thinking of the three peerless geniuses in Guangtian Pusheng's history who broke through the first level of Wan Yao Jue Tian Palace within one incense stick, Luo Chuan felt even more unwilling.

He didn't want to be outdone, even though he knew there might be many geniuses in the world who were far superior to him.

"There's still not enough time. If I could have more time..."

Luo Chuan was stunned, but was hit by a sudden thought!

The original way! The long river of time!

If he could enter the long river of time and practice in it, a year would pass in the long river of time, while only half a month or even a few days would pass in the real world. Then all these problems could be solved!

Luo Chuan's face showed joy, and he soon calmed down.

Although he was a Tianmen cultivator, he had mastered the original way to reverse time, and he had repeatedly traveled in the long river of time. However, with his cultivation, he could not open the long river of time.

"Just solved a problem, and then encountered a new problem."

Luo Chuan's mouth was slightly bitter, and he looked up and looked into the distance.

Deep in the night, on the other side of the river, on the top of the mountain, stood an inky wooden building.

Luo Chuan's eyes fell on the wooden building, and his eyes lit up.

In Guangtian Pusheng Taoist Temple, there are five courtyards, three palaces, one tower and one building. The last building is the nine-story wooden building in front of Luo Chuan - the Sutra Library.

"Yes, why don't I go there to find a way. According to the agreement with the Taoist temple, the Sutra Library is also a place that can be entered... There are really too many resources here that can be used."

Luo Chuan did not hesitate, and used his body skills to fly to the Sutra Library.

In the cave, the blue-clothed boy looked at Luo Chuan's back, shook his head slowly, and said neither sadly nor happy: "Forget it, I still lack perseverance after all."

After saying that, he closed his eyes, motionless, sitting like a rock, and was swallowed up by the night in a blink of an eye.