Supreme Immortal Demon

Countless thoughts squeezed the sea of ​​thoughts, and the sea of ​​thoughts rose and fell, one wave higher than the other.

Luo Chuan had never felt this way before. He absorbed 159 scriptures and secret books in one day. The knowledge of the upper way, which contained infinite mysteries, accumulated and settled in his mind. As he finally understood the true meaning of time, the harvest of this day and night seemed to be ignited and sublimated again. He was eager to vent.

"It's time to go back."

Luo Chuan put down the True Meaning of Time, calmed down his agitated emotions, and turned to the stairs.

Bang!

Luo Chuan was bounced back.

In front of the stairs, there seemed to be an invisible wall blocking Luo Chuan's way.

"Why, do I need to take an assessment to go downstairs?" Luo Chuan said to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, an old voice sounded.

"For a Tianmen practitioner, any assessment has no substantive meaning, not to mention that the answer is around you."

"May I ask what your name is?" Luo Chuan asked generously.

"My surname is Sun, and I am responsible for guarding the Sutra Library. You can just call me Elder Sun." The voice continued to sound.

Luo Chuan heard that the person who transmitted the voice was the white-haired old Taoist at the door of the building.

Luo Chuan was mentally prepared for his identity as a Tianmen monk to be discovered.

Guangtian Pusheng is a super Taoist academy with a ancestor-level supreme power. If he can't even find out that he is a Tianmen monk, what's the point?

In the past, Tiannan Domain, Luo Chuan insisted on his identity as a Tianmen monk.

But now is a different time. Guangtian Pusheng recruits geniuses from thousands of domains, and is only dedicated to slaying demons and eliminating monsters. He wishes that there are more geniuses in the academy. Luo Chuan's exposure of his identity in Guangtian Pusheng will only increase his bargaining chips. Not only will there be no trouble, but it will also attract the attention of the Taoist academy's top leaders. This is why Luo Chuan has been fearless for two months.

And Luo Chuan also believes that if the Guangtian Pusheng top leaders want to conceal his identity, they will definitely keep his identity as a Tianmen monk secret.

After all, Luo Chuan has too many secrets. Among these secrets, there are only two secrets that Guangtian Pusheng must not know even if he dies. One is his relationship with Jiulong Jun, and the other is his identity as the Grand Commander of the Border Wasteland and the Boss Luo of the Cannon Fodder Camp.

"Why don't you let me go?" Luo Chuan asked calmly.

"Luo Chuan, although you passed the assessment and went to the fourth floor, you know that the means you used are considered cheating. My Sutra Library has always been fair. Although you have made contributions to Guangtian Pusheng and have privileges, some rules cannot be broken." Elder Sun said slowly: "If you want to go downstairs, you can, but you must leave the demon level obtained by passing the assessment... a total of 3,900."

3,900 demon levels... Luo Chuan only remembered at this time that after he passed the assessment from the third to the fourth level, the demon level ring added another 2,700 demon levels, which is also three times the reward for the second to third level assessment.

At this time, the number of demon levels Luo Chuan has reached 32,500. In just two months of admission, minus the money spent on extravagant spending, Luo Chuan's demon level not only did not decrease, but he gained another 2,500 demon levels, which even Luo Chuan himself had never expected.

Luo Chuan cast his eyes on the demon level ring, but did not act immediately.

A mere demon level would make the cultivators of Qianlongyuan upset, and 3,900 demon levels... this is definitely a number that any apprentice cultivator would be crazy about.

"Can't bear to part with it? Well, I have another plan for you to choose." Elder Sun's voice sounded.

"What plan?" Luo Chuan looked up and asked.

"Write annotations." Elder Sun's voice had a hint of a smile, as if he was an old fox who had succeeded in his calculations: "You have passed three tests in a row, 15 test questions. There must be hundreds of scriptures involved. You can pick ten at random and annotate them. The true spirits of the Sutra Library will measure the value of the annotations you wrote. As long as the value reaches 3,900 demon levels, you can go downstairs. The 3,900 demon levels will naturally belong to you."

"Okay." Luo Chuan said without thinking. He also noticed that the Sutra Library seemed to be a magical weapon of a very high grade, with a true spirit inside.

A thick stack of blank scriptures and ink appeared out of thin air in front of Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan took up his pen and wrote. As the thoughts in his mind surged, lines of words fell from his pen, all of which were his understanding and perception of the scriptures he had read.

He originally had the urge to vent and express himself, and now he had just such an opportunity. His pen flew with dragons and phoenixes, and the ink was splashed. Swish, swish, swish... In less than an incense stick, he had written the annotations of a scripture.

Half an hour later, the annotations of ten scriptures were completed.

"It's done."

Luo Chuan blew the ink paper dry and shook it.

A white light flashed, covering the ink paper in Luo Chuan's hand.

Swish!

The ink paper was torn into pieces.

Luo Chuan was startled, and Elder Sun's sigh rang in his ears: "Unqualified. The value of these annotations is far less than 3,900 demon levels. Luo Chuan, rewrite it."

Looking at the falling paper scraps, Luo Chuan's eyes flashed with dissatisfaction, and he picked up the pen, ink and scroll again, and selected ten more scriptures to write annotations.

Half an hour later, Luo Chuan finally finished. Luo Chuan himself was quite satisfied with these ten annotations. However, as soon as he picked up the ink and paper, a white light flashed, and the ink and paper broke into pieces.

"Unqualified, rewrite it."

Luo Chuan's arm trembled, he looked down at the corridor, took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, reselected ten scriptures and continued to write.

"Unqualified, rewrite!"

"Unqualified, rewrite!"

"Unqualified..."

On the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion, in a secret room overflowing with books, under the dim candlelight, nine white-haired old men sat around, either smiling, smiling, or squinting and stroking their beards, like nine The old fox whose conspiracy succeeded.

On the table in front of them were stacks of brand-new scrolls on ink and paper, all of which were annotations Luo Chuan had just completed.

The nine elders passed it around, nodding and praising each other.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are worthy of being a Tianmen monk. Look at the annotation. It is completely natural and coincides with the true way. It does not look like it was written by a young man!"

"Tianmen monks can lead heaven and earth to the right path. The boy Luo Chuan read hundreds of scriptures in one day, and he was inspired by the way of heaven! These annotations are extremely precious! If it is postponed for another three to five days. Wait for him Once the energy has calmed down, it may not be possible to write.”

"Wonderful, wonderful! Look at this! Look at this paragraph! Look at this sentence! It's so wonderful! Sure enough, the more he goes on, the deeper his understanding becomes and the better he writes... Old Sun, don't let him go. You'd better squeeze him as much as you can tonight!"

"Of course... Hey, there are new annotations." Elder Sun's eyes shone, and he grabbed it in the air. He introduced the lines of ink words into the blank scriptures on the table, and in a blink of an eye, they turned into ten full chapters. Scripture.

The other eight elders' eyes lit up and they quickly gathered around.

"Old Sun, keep going!"

"Oh. That's right!" Elder Sun coughed lowly, waved his hand in the air, with a solemn face and serious words, he sighed repeatedly: "Luo Chuan, why are you still unqualified? What are you thinking about?" Rewrite!”

On the fourth floor, the ink paper in Luo Chuan's hand was split into pieces.

Elder Sun lowered his head, his expression changed in an instant, and he was beaming: "Quickly! Show it to me first!"

"Humph, why!"

"Just by relying on my Taoist master's magic, I suppressed the true spirit of the Sutra Library for you! You deceived Luo Chuan again! Otherwise, how could you have played this game tonight?"

"Stop pretending, the true spirit of the Sutra Library has been silent for many years! You are just relying on your status as a small Dharma master. Why are you putting on such a stinky air? Damn! When I get free time one day, I will also go to the whole small Dharma master. Taoist play."

In the secret room, the veterans huddled together, scrambling for the newly released annotations.

If any disciple saw this scene in front of him, he would definitely go crazy. Among the elders in the scripture library, every one of them has read tens of thousands of volumes, is rich in knowledge, and has a cultivation level that is no less than that of a small Taoist master. On weekdays, he is even more calm and serious, in the eyes of the Taoist courtyard disciples. What a model of high moral character and respect!

Only Luo Chuan was not like this. At this time, he had already faintly noticed that something was wrong.

"What kind of trick is that Elder Sun playing?"

Luo Chuan originally wanted to release the Tianmen Dharma and go to the first floor to take a look, but as he continued to write the annotations for hundreds of scriptures, his Tianmen Dharma also changed in some way, like a pillar hanging from the sky. Gathered together into one, reaching high into the sky.

It was more than half the night, and it was not far from dawn.

And Luo Chuan has also written all the commentaries on the scriptures he has read, one hundred and fifty-nine, each one is quite numerous. Every annotation is his own experience. Even some thoughts that he could not think of when reading the book were sorted out by him and interpreted and described in his own way.

At this point, the mysterious contents in the one hundred and fifty-nine scriptures were finally truly understood by him, turning them into Luo Chuan's own knowledge of the Tao.

However, Luo Chuan felt that he seemed to be far from finished venting, and was still ready to move deep inside.

"It's almost dawn, and it's getting late..." Luo Chuan looked out the window and murmured to the sky. The next moment he was suddenly startled, and the book "The True Meaning of Time" flashed in his mind.

"It's time... it's time, I still have one annotation to finish."

As soon as Luo Chuan finished speaking, there was another wave of thoughts in the sea of ​​thoughts. Countless thoughts flew out, gathered in Tianmen Dharma thoughts, and penetrated into the sky.

At this moment, the night is fading and a new day is approaching.

Between heaven and earth, the moment of day and night and yin and yang changes again.

Buzz!

Luo Chuan's mind was shaken. At this moment, he felt that there was a mysterious and mysterious true way flowing into his sea of ​​thoughts along the Tianmen Dharma, and merged with what he had gained in the past two days in the Sutra Library. Together.

Luo Chuan raised his head suddenly, his eyes devoid of any human look, and strange characters flashed across his blank eyes.

Picking up a pen and paper, Luo Chuan faced the east and started writing.

On the first page of the blank scripture, the first character is the huge word "Shi", but the second character is the character "经".

"The Book of Times..."

In the secret room on the first floor, Elder Sun and others were stunned.

As Luo Chuan wrote those two words, a breath of revival swung down from the roof of the Scripture Library and enveloped the entire Scripture Library.

The nine elders in the secret room trembled and looked shocked.

"Luo Chuan...he is writing a book! How virtuous and capable is a mere monk from Guixu? What on earth is he going to write? Just the two-character name of the sutra has awakened the true spirit of the Sutra Library! "

Elder Sun clenched his fists and shouted hysterically. As far as his eyes could see, he saw that Luo Chuan was driven upward by the scrolls and words he wrote, and in the blink of an eye he was on the fifth floor.

There are 8,100 more demon-level rewards in Luo Chuan's demon-level ring.