Supreme Immortal Demon

The fifth floor of the Sutra Library, like the fourth floor, was empty before Luo Chuan arrived.

The fragrance of books filled the air, and the withered bookshelves were full of traces of the years.

The cloth-robed boy sat cross-legged in the air, his whole body bathed in white light, holding the scroll in one hand and the pen in the other, with a divine aura blooming in his eyes.

It was easy to write notes and titles, but to really write a great sutra was like a mortal ascending to heaven or an immortal immortal. Often no one among 100,000 cultivators could do it.

Luo Chuan faced the east sky, pondered for a long time, and wrote the first paragraph at the beginning.

"Time is a long river, the Tao is empty and illusory, and the dead are like this, day and night."

These sixteen words fell into the blank scroll, and a buzzing sound came from the ninth floor of the Sutra Library. The revived aura was like a flying rainbow falling into a waterfall, injected into the sutra!

Sixteen words flashed a white light and flew into the air, each word was a pearl, and it was lifelike!

After writing the first sixteen words, Luo Chuan seemed to have found an outlet for venting. All the wonderful ideas and thoughts in his mind gathered at the tip of the pen and fell on the scroll paper.

"The sky and the earth are sometimes empty, and the universe is transformed into the sky. The time is different, and the way of balance is also..."

"Zhoutian, thick earth, Yinchuan, and the underworld... At that time, they gathered at one point, which was the beginning of time. The world was just opened, and Hongmeng was inspired. In the chaos, the yin and yang qi were scattered, and the light of light and darkness was spread. After billions of years, it became the nine-day sky..."

"There is a way as a river, which leads in all directions, from ancient times to the present, without any constraints, no place to rely on, and no place to return. This is called the long river of time..."

"The long river of time is empty and false, true and false, and there are three ways in total..."

...

Every time Luo Chuan wrote a paragraph, it would cause a buzzing sound, echoing in the nine-story Sutra Library.

Every word cited the meaning of the true way, as if it was given life, unwilling to be trapped in the thin white paper of the sutra. They all floated and flew around Luo Chuan, some were noisy, some were low, and some were sobbing!

Luo Chuan wrote faster and faster! His hands danced with his pen! In a blink of an eye, he had already written more than 30 pages! Not only did he not show any signs of fatigue. Instead, he was full of energy and his eyes were shining, as if he had eaten ten gourds of tonic pills.

In his writing, it was not only about the moral secrets of time, but also about citing a wide range of sources and extracting the essence of the other 159 scriptures. Writing in articles complements the way of time.

In a blink of an eye, Luo Chuan had already written more than 70 pages!

A loud noise came from the top of the Sutra Library, and the qi was triggered, and the white light was washed away, pressing the flying ink characters into the scriptures!

More than 70 pages of scriptures burst out with a ray of ink light!

The five-story bookshelf shook. Trembling constantly, the surrounding walls showed signs of cracking faintly, but it was because the fifth floor could no longer withstand the qi of the seventy pages of "Time Sutra"!

The Qi was activated, and Luo Chuan flew upwards again, and was pulled up to the sixth floor in a blink of an eye!

There were another 24,300 demons in the demon ring, which was equivalent to the assessment reward!

Although there were many bookshelves on the sixth floor, there were not many scriptures and secret books. Often, there was only one scripture in four or five bookshelves.

Luo Chuan wrote with a brush. He wrote more than ten pages.

Wow!

The pages of more than seventy single scriptures on the sixth floor flipped, shaking off the dust on the cover, and slowly rose up under the activation of the Qi of the "Time Sutra".

The next moment, more than seventy single scriptures made a buzzing sound, and ink characters flew out one by one, and turned into more than seventy human figures, curiously looking at the scriptures in Luo Chuan's hand, and then stood in awe.

Soon. The walls of the bookshelves on the sixth floor of the Sutra Library trembled, and it was obvious that they could not bear the burst of the "Time Sutra".

Luo Chuan flew upwards again, and soon he would reach the seventh floor of the Sutra Library.

However, at this moment, with a snap, the ink pen broke into two pieces. It fell to the ground.

Luo Chuan held half of the broken pen in his hand, and was stunned for a moment, and his eyes gradually returned to normal.

Under his hand, there were ninety-nine pages of scriptures filled with ink. Every word was round and smooth, deeply embedded in the white scroll, the ink solidified quickly, and the handwriting no longer changed, but condensed and fixed.

"Finally, half of it was finished. Half of the "Time Sutra."

Luo Chuan smiled inexplicably, and did not continue to write. He opened his mouth and blew a breath.

Huh!

Ninety-nine pages of the scripture flew out of Luo Chuan's palm and quickly merged into the white light of the Sutra Library. Under the gaze of the other seventy-odd scripture phantoms, half of the "Time Sutra" floated slowly and fell on the highest bookshelf on the sixth floor. In a blink of an eye, the dust fell, sealing half of the "Time Sutra".

The sixth floor of the Sutra Library was shining with colorful lights, and the fragrance of books was overflowing!

After collecting the second half of the "Time Sutra", the true spirit of the Sutra Library emitted another violent aura, which spread far away and spread to all directions of Guangtian Pusheng Taoist Temple.

Under the cliff northwest of Guangtian Pusheng, the Taoist in straw raincoat was standing on a flat boat, feeding the giant fish with wings in the abyss.

With the aura moving, the Taoist in straw raincoat looked up at the Sutra Library and exclaimed: "Someone has written a book... It actually awakened the true spirit of the Sutra Library and was directly collected on the sixth floor. The boys in the Sutra Library will spend money again this time."

The Taoist in straw raincoat counted with his fingers, and then he was stunned again. Gradually, the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "It turned out to be him. He is actually a Tianmen cultivator, a Tianmen cultivator who practices three ways at the same time. Incredible, incredible, my Guangtian Pusheng will have another fierce general."

In the heavily sealed Ice and Fire Secret Valley southeast of Guangtian Pusheng, a purple-haired young man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes that had accumulated thousands of years of vicissitudes slightly condensed, and a water mirror appeared in front of him instantly.

"In just two months, before entering school, he has already started writing a book? Interesting."

"Yao Yi and the others have found a treasure this time."

The purple-haired young man smiled slightly and closed his eyes again.

In the thick clouds above the Taoist temple, two white-haired Taoists played chess.

"Those guys are also paying attention to him." The Taoist priest in Qingyi on the left smiled slightly and dropped his sunspot.

"I started writing books in Guixu Realm, and there are a few people in the world." The female Taoist priest opposite looked indifferent.

"I only know a few things with one hand. That little monster wrote books and scriptures when he was in the second stage of transforming into an infant, but even the Immortal Court was alarmed. If the Luo Chuan incident comes out, it will inevitably cause a sensation." Qing Yi Taoist He sighed softly: "It's a pity that the origin of this child is a mystery, and there are too many uncertain factors. Otherwise, he could be trained as a future Taoist leader."

"Haha, Brother Taoist said this a bit too much. I think those candidates for leadership may not lose to him. This son of Luo Chuan has a very upright nature. At least he knows what is right. I, Guangtian Universal Sage, will treat him fairly. I think he will He won’t do anything too outrageous.”

"Yes, in the past two months, the Taoist Academy has given him too much freedom and indulgence. Once the branch examination is over, he can do whatever he wants. Now that he has entered Guangtian Pusheng, no matter who he is, he must abide by the rules."

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On the sixth floor of the Sutra Collection Building, Luo Chuan didn't look back until his energy gradually dissipated.

Only then did he discover that there were 32,400 more demon levels in the demon level ring. They are the rewards for climbing to the fifth and sixth floors respectively.

"Elder Sun is probably going to cry."

Luo Chuan was in a happy mood. During his trip to the Scripture Library, he not only found the answer he wanted, but also gained a lot of knowledge on the Taoism. He also gained a demon level that was more than the reward he received when he was admitted to the hospital.

At this time, his number of demon levels has risen to 64,900, which is comparable to the general level among senior masters.

"Consider this half of the Book of Times as a reward. You will not suffer any loss."

Luo Chuan smiled and narrowed his eyes. Turn around and go downstairs.

However, at this moment, a white light flashed on his wrist, and another 60,000 demon-level reward appeared in the demon-level ring. Including the demon levels he obtained before, the number of demon levels has exceeded one hundred thousand, reaching 124,900, even more than many senior masters.

"Reward for writing a book?" Luo Chuan murmured to himself, then smiled. Walking down the stairs with brisk steps.

The obstruction at the stairs was no longer there, and Luo Chuan reached the third floor smoothly.

On the third floor of the Sutra Collection Building, Zhuo Laosheng and others were no longer there. Luo Chuan did not stop either and soon went down to the first floor.

On the first floor, there were only disciples holding scrolls and reading, but there was no elder guarding the building.

Luo Chuan was so happy that he strode out of the Buddhist Scripture Building.

On the river in the distance, large boats were hauling food of flesh and blood to the Heavenly Palace of Ten Thousand Demons, delivering breakfast to the imprisoned demons.

The morning light falls on the river. The waves were sparkling, and in front of the Ten Thousand Demons Jue Tian Palace, today's trial had begun.

Just as Luo Chuan was about to leave to return to the valley, his eyes fell to the side not far away and he smiled: "Sister Qi. Good morning."

A beautiful shadow slowly emerged.

"You still have the nerve to laugh! I haven't seen anyone for two days and two nights! You ran into the Sutra Library without even saying a word! I thought something had happened to you!"

Qi Xinyue didn't look good when she saw Luo Chuan. A slap in the face was a scolding.

Feeling Qi Xinyue's deep concern that he couldn't hide, Luo Chuan smiled. Under the sunshine and morning breeze, his cloth robes fluttered, his long hair swayed slightly, and there was an indescribable mellow demeanor in many parts of his body.

Qi Xinyue's heart beat slightly faster and she looked at Luo Chuan carefully for a while: "Luo Chuan... why do you look different?"

Suddenly, Qi Xinyue thought of an idea, her face tightened, she quickly stepped forward and touched Luo Chuan's forehead: "Luo Chuan, you have been in there for two full days? You will not become kind." Is that the same kind of disciple who sees stupidity when reading? "

"How could it be?" Luo Chuan smiled awkwardly as the fragrance filled his nose, and he broke away from Qi Xinyue's vicious hand.

"Although reading is a good thing, if you read too much, you will become crazy! Although the top academics in the academy have rich knowledge and profound spiritual practices, over time they will become addicted to assessments and competitions, and their behaviors and thoughts are different from normal people... In fact, it's very abnormal!" Qi Xinyue stared at Luo Chuan, trying to see the clues in his eyes.

Luo Chuan spread his hands and said with a helpless smile: "Sister Qi, you are overthinking. I am just looking for a scripture."

Qi Xinyue looked solemn, looked at it for a long time, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, a group of white-haired old men walked out of the Sutra Library not far away. They folded their sleeves and looked at Luo Chuan with a smile. Especially the leader, the little Dharma master Elder Sun, narrowed his eyes to a slit, and in those small eyes, love and hate were intertwined, lingering, pathos, and extremely ambiguous.

Not only Luo Chuan, but also Qi Xinyue's scalp was numb and goosebumps appeared on her pink neck.

Luo Chuan felt bad and secretly thought, maybe he came to him to ask for the demon level back.

"Luo Chuan, come and play often when you have time." Elder Sun waved to Luo Chuan and said reluctantly.

Qi Xinyue's expression changed drastically, and without saying a word, she pulled up Luo Chuan and flew away.