Supreme Immortal Demon

Ding ding ding ding... Luo Chuan's Tianmen Thought Sea constantly echoed with the trembling sound of copper coins.

Every clanging sound came from Luo Chuan's Heavenly Gate Mysterious God passing by a method. In an instant, the copper coin trembled more than 300 times, but more than 300 methods were explored by Luo Chuan.

Three or five moments later, Luo Chuan had already reviewed nearly two thousand Dharma schools. Those obscure and difficult-to-understand methods were first excluded by Luo Chuan. Then, some methods that seemed unable to break the dragon seal were also excluded by Luo Chuan.

The Youyou Taoism is full of transcendental methods under the way of heaven, and only Youyou envoys who possess the Qiankun Copper Coin can practice it. Naturally, it is not easy to understand, and most of them don't know what it means at a glance.

Ding ding ding ding ding...Huntian Copper Coin echoed endlessly. Luo Chuan scanned more than 7,000 Dharma books, but still couldn't find a simple one.

"That's all, why not just find a suitable one and start practicing first."

Luo Chuan was thinking in his heart, and Tianmen Xuan Shen was about to read back, but at this moment, a book called "Youyou Waste Treasure Record" appeared not far ahead.

"Huh?"

Luo Chuan was surprised that Tianmen Xuan Shen explored this method, but found that there were no obscure and profound teachings in the method, just two simple sentences.

"Every magic weapon in the world has its price. All valuable treasures are useless treasures... Interesting."

Luo Chuan's eyes flashed with divine glory, and Tianmen Xuan Shen also stopped in this method.

The word "waste" in the name of the method does not mean to abolish, but to waste.

Priceless treasure. It is the real treasure. Once it has a price, it is no longer a treasure. This method's definition of magic weapons is ridiculously high. Ninety-nine percent of the magic weapons in the world have their own price. According to what it says, they are all useless.

"Maybe this is a quick fix."

Luo Chuan read it twice more, and felt something vaguely. No longer hesitating, Tianmen Xuan Shen summoned all his strength. The torrent swept. Go through this Dharma door word by word.

Time passes little by little, one day, two days and three days... Even the simplest method in the Youyou lineage cannot be truly grasped by a non-Youyou person after just a few glances. What's more, the "Youyou Waste Treasure Record" selected by Luo Chuan. It is not the simplest method in the treasure control system.

Five days later. Luo Chuan woke up from his trance. Mengton's blurred eyes were released and cleared little by little, and divine brilliance overflowed from the bottom of his eyes, breaking through the fog in his eyes.

"The world's magic treasures. Those with value and spirit account for 99% of those of level three or above."

"If there is a spirit, use inducement. If it has a price, then it can be compared."

"Under the way of heaven, spiritual beings have many strange thoughts, and magical treasures also have moods. They can be valued based on their price. If their mood is broken, they will become useless treasures and can be collected."

After saying these three sentences, Luo Chuan's eyes brightened.

The foundation of "Youyou Feibaolu" lies in these three sentences. Although this method and the last three sentences seem very ridiculous, since it is recorded in the Huntian Copper Coin and it is a Taoist method of Youyou's lineage, it can naturally be used.

The meaning of these three sentences is that most of the magic weapons above the third level in the world have spirituality and can be valued. If there is spirituality, there is a mind and a state of mind, and a magic weapon also has a state of mind. As long as the state of mind of the magic weapon is broken, the magic weapon can become a useless treasure and then be conquered.

In other words, after practicing this method, once you encounter an opponent using a magic weapon to attack, you can ignore the opponent, use the magic weapon's state of mind, directly deal with the magic weapon, and break it to collect it.

This principle of breaking the magic weapon would be incredible to anyone, let alone Luo Chuan.

But in just five days, Luo Chuan had completed it, leaving only the last part missing.

"Dad, please let me break this magic weapon of yours for now."

Two flashes of divine energy, one black and one white, flashed in Luo Chuan's eyes, and the illusory river of time surrounding him shortened and shrunk little by little, and finally condensed into a drop of water, which was collected between Luo Chuan's eyebrows.

Six days passed in the illusion of time, but in reality, it was far from that long, not even half a day.

Luo Chuan opened his eyes, and at first glance he looked at the entrance of the black pool under the waterfall, and his heartbeat quickened.

There was no one there. Dad, the five Youyou envoys, the demon cult monks and the emperors were not present. What Luo Chuan saw was a desolate and miserable ruined wall with a waterfall broken into thirteen pieces. It flows to different places, and pieces of broken boulders reveal sharp gaps and grow towards the sky.

In the pool at the bottom of the waterfall, there were dozens of corpses floating, of which only three corpses were bleeding, while the rest were intact. Except for the difference in blood color, they looked as if they were asleep.

As for the three bleeding corpses, their blood had already flowed cleanly, leaving only an empty body with soft and undulating muscles, like three human skin bags.

The blood stained the bottom of the waterfall pool, the strange corpses, and the broken rocks all made Luo Chuan's heart sink to the bottom.

Among the thirteen corpses, there was no father’s.

Luo Chuan felt a little more at ease, and the thoughts of Tianmen spread instantly, traveling in all directions.

Soon Luo Chuan discovered the presence of everyone in the southeast direction.

With the giant Hongmeng tree as the center of the circle, thirty miles to the southeast, there is a Marsh Mountain White Bone Cave.

The long and grotesque white bones have accumulated due to thousands of years of wind erosion and geological changes, forming a 500-foot-high White Bone Cave. Under the White Bone Mountain Cave, the marsh gas transpired and turned into dense strands, rising upwards.

However, today, the marsh gas was blocked by clouds in mid-air.

Standing on the cloud throne is a powerful monk with a profound aura, including the leader of the demon sect Gong Mo, the Fusheng Emperor, the White Dragon Emperor, the Western Heaven Bohou, and five Youyou envoys.

But what is different from the beginning is that one of the five Youyou envoys has his right arm completely broken, and black energy is emitting from the fracture. The fleshy arm seems to be repairing and growing, but it is blocked by a strange and overbearing force. It will be difficult for a while. Grow well.

There was another person with a pale face, sitting cross-legged on a cloud throne, with both feet broken at the ankles, and his calm face showed pain and hatred from time to time.

Although the other three were intact, except for the elderly commander, the other two were injured to varying degrees, and their already pale faces became paler.

"With one against five, we can still maintain a stalemate until now, severely injuring two people and slightly injuring two people... No wonder the Youyou lineage sent so many people to hunt down him alone."

The White Dragon Emperor sighed strangely, his voice neither high nor low, but just enough to be heard by everyone.

Although the five people in Youyou's lineage have expressionless faces, one is more indifferent than the other, and they really are transcendent existences that cannot eat the fireworks of the world, but the city government has a deep and observant person like the White Dragon Emperor, Xitian Bohou, and the leader of Mo Cult, they are still able to capture the five Youyou. The embarrassment and annoyance on You Shi's brows.

"Haha, what Fellow Taoist Bailong said is wrong. This Youyou traitor obviously stole some kind of inheritance or treasure from the lineage of Venerable Youyou, and was so powerful. Otherwise, how could Commander Bochi be so cautious. "

Leader Mo's triangular eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze hovering between the elderly Commander Youyou and the White Dragon Emperor, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Commander Bochi's eyes softened a bit, maybe because he stayed with the crowd for a long time and became less wary, or maybe he had a better impression of Master Mo. Commander Bochi pondered for a moment and nodded: "Not bad. This traitor named Luo stole a technique that, of course, can only be practiced by our Youyou lineage. The funny thing is that he doesn’t know that this technique cannot be practiced. "

The traitor named Luo!

After Commander Bo Chi finished speaking, the expressions of everyone present changed and they were shocked.

Previously, most of them were still speculating on why the hunted Youyou envoy suddenly appeared and took action to save Demon Lord Tianluo. Everyone speculated and thought about many possibilities, but ruled them out one by one.

The Youyou envoy who was being hunted was also named Luo, and both of them had the same surname. The relationship between them was clear at a glance.

What really shocked the powerful people present was that Youyou's lineage was born to be a solitary evil and was not allowed to retain blood descendants. This was not a secret to the monks in the Nine Heavens Realm.

However, Youyou Messenger named Luo and Demon Lord Tianluo broke this iron law.

A complex look flashed in the eyes of the White Dragon Emperor. He had already vaguely guessed that Luo Luo could have the Youyou messenger as a backstage, and he was naturally happy to see it happen. But who would have thought that the wind would suddenly change, and Luo Chuan's father would suddenly change? Became a traitor in Youyou's lineage.

After a fatal battle belonging to Youyou's people, although this old man Luo severely injured many people, he was also seriously injured. He retreated to this bone cave and was currently using Youyou's Taoist methods to make the final resistance.

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Bo Chi leads a side that is waiting for work, and after joining forces with the Demon Cult Palace, it has an absolute advantage in numbers. As for Luo's father, he has become a turtle in the urn, and defeat is only a matter of time.

"Brother Luo, don't blame me... Who told your father to do anything bad? He must be a traitor to Youyou's lineage."

The White Dragon Emperor sighed in his heart. Although he admired Luo Chuan very much, as a heroic figure with great ambitions, he naturally knew how to choose.

"It turns out that the traitor of Youyou's lineage is actually the father of Demon Lord Tianluo who is ranked number one on the wanted list of our Demon Cult Palace. As expected of a father and son, both have the same virtue."

Leader Mo sneered and glanced at the silent White Dragon Emperor and Xitian Bohou, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

Earlier, in order to deal with Guangtian Universal Sage, he had spared no expense to invite these two most powerful men, but one of them was aloof and the other was deep-seated, so neither of them could really be used by him.

Fortunately, a Youyou traitor appeared, attracting the extremely mysterious Youyou lineage in the legend, and even an unfathomable Youyou leader.

After making friends with this Youyou Commander, how could he still need to be humble to the White Dragon Emperor and the Western Heavenly Bohou?

At least in today's ancient battlefield, he, the master of the Demon Palace, will become the real winner.

Looking at Master Baiyuan Nuhai aside, a trace of contempt flashed in Master Mo's triangular eyes.

This mysterious emperor on the list of Nine Heavenly Emperors, a powerful being who is said to have failed to trap even the sages, at least lost to him in this round. Why did the White Dragon Emperor side with the Luo family and his son!

Thinking of this, Leader Mo became even more proud. (To be continued...)