Supreme Immortal Demon

In the dry world, there is no light, no wind, and no sound. There is nothing but Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan felt that he was trapped in an endless abyss, completely isolated from the outside world.

The feeling of boundless silence and despair lingered in Luo Chuan's heart. Luo Chuan knew that his state of mind was gradually declining as the Dao Fire surged.

This situation is just like when he first practiced the skill of nine deaths and one life. But what is worse than the first time he practiced the skill of nine deaths and one life is that Luo Chuan can't even sense the existence of his own body.

"The Dao Fire cultivation method of the Daoyan Immortal Dynasty must be a grand and meticulous system. My Dao Fire is fundamentally different from the Ancient Dao Fire. It is naturally very dangerous to only take pills but not practice the techniques."

"But no matter how profound and obscure the skills are, they were created by humans. The ancestors of the Daoyan Immortal Dynasty were able to create the "Eight Wastelands Ancient Fire Techniques". Why can't I deduce the method of performing the skills at this time based on my own situation?"

"One path, one world, one method, one universe. Man-made furnace within furnace, self-refining cauldron within cauldron... The fire of the ancient Tao is inherited by blood, but my Tao fire was born through skills and opportunities... "Nine Destructions and Nine Lives" Taishang Wuji Gong》...Wuji..."

Luo Chuan muttered silently, trying to figure out and deduce with only his last bit of thought.

Regardless of Bo Taiyi's fire of the ancient path, or Zhou Buchen's awakening of the ancient Tiannan domain's bloodline to create the fire of the ancient path, they all have a common feature, that is, they still belong to the category of passing fire, but they are passed down through blood.

Although the ancient Tao fire is much stronger than the ordinary Tao fire, once it grows to a certain extent, it often becomes uncontrollable.

Perhaps as Zhao Ruyi said, Dao fire is a gift from heaven, and the ancient fire is a special Dao fire, similar to a human life form. Although it can improve the monk's talent potential, once the Tao Fire is stronger than the monk's natural life, it will be difficult to control it and may even backfire.

Luo Chuan's Dao Fire is different, it is also a living body. But they and Luo Chuan were born together. Even if they were stronger than Luo Chuan's destiny, there would be no backlash, only conflicts...

Suddenly, Luo Chuan understood!

His Tao Fire is the foundation of his life cultivation, and the Nine Destructions and Nine Lives Taishang Wuji Kung Fu. It dominates Luo Chuan's practice system.

Originally, the two coexisted in harmony, interacted with each other, and were mutually beneficial and complementary, maintaining the balance of Luo Chuan's cultivation.

But now, the Tao fire has skyrocketed in a short period of time. The speed of improvement was unprecedented, and it suddenly disrupted the cultivation system in Luo Chuan's body, and also broke the balance that had been maintained with the "Nine Destructions and Nine Lives Taishang Wuji Kung".

The two conflicted with each other and the practice system was in chaos, which put Luo Chuan into the current predicament.

"It turns out it's that simple... Since the rising power of Dao Fire is unstoppable, we can only improve the skill of surviving a near death. Taishang Wuji... Wuji..."

Luo Chuan murmured, smiled slightly, and dispersed the last trace of his thoughts without hesitation.

The southwest corner of Duyu Gourd Palace. In the skyrocketing Dao Fire, Luo Chuan could no longer be seen, not even a trace of breath.

East of Taoist Palace. Zhou Buchen quickly opened his eyes and looked at Luo Chuan, surprised and confused.

"What's going on... Luo Chuan..."

Zhou Buchen didn't care about practicing, so he flew up and rushed towards the Taoist fire in the east.

But before Zhou Buchen could get closer, the Taohuo in the east let out a low whistle. The whistling sound reached Zhou Buchen's ears and swept straight down. The fire of the ancient path spread to Zhou Buchen's body.

Buzz!

A low echo sounded from Zhou Buchen's body, and there was actually a hint of fear. The Dao Fire surged, creating a resistance in Zhou Buchen's body, preventing Zhou Buchen from approaching Luo Chuan.

"What are you afraid of!"

Zhou Buchen was furious and immediately raised his eyebrows: "Why, you still want to control me? It's a dream!"

Zhou Buchen roared, and his Dao power, vitality and physical power exploded at the same time, suppressing the restless Dao fire in his body, just like taming an animal.

For a moment, Zhou Buchen stayed in place, trembling all over, and kept moving forward, trying to break free from the shackles of the Tao Fire.

"Haha!"

I don't know how long it took, but Zhou Buchen roared loudly, and all his Dao energy surged, finally suppressing the Dao fire. His Dao Fire has increased dozens of times compared to before, but it is no longer as uncontrollable as before, and has completely surrendered to Zhou Buchen's destiny.

"Luochuan..."

Zhou Buchen shouted and ran towards Luo Chuan. At this time, a burst of laughter sounded in his ears, and the laughter came from Daohuo in the west.

"I knew that my brother could tame even the fire of the ancient path."

In the Dao fire, a shadow slowly emerged, and the shadow turned into reality. Luo Chuan was sitting cross-legged in the Dao fire with a smile.

"Luo Chuan! What's wrong with you? Eh...why do I feel that you have become a little different?"

Zhou Buchen stopped and looked Luo Chuan up and down with curiosity on his face.

"This fire is indeed the most difficult mystery in the human body."

Luo Chuan smiled slightly, stood firm on the ground, and used the Nine Destructions and Nine Lives Taishang Wuji Kung at full power to absorb the Tao Fire into his body and form a balance again.

Before, Luo Chuan dispersed his last thoughts, but it just confirmed the artistic conception of Wuji in "Nine Destructions and Nine Lives Taishang Wuji Kung Fu". Even the thoughts were gone. There was no fixed number for his destiny, which was Wuji.

At the same time as the Dao Fire increased, Luo Chuan's understanding of the "Nine Destructions and Nine Lives Taishang Wuji Kung" also reached a higher level. The Dao power and energy in his body circulated rapidly, and his cultivation and Taoism advanced by leaps and bounds. He had reached the late stage of the second level of the Dao Wheel and broke through to the next level. The only difference in realm is resources.

"wrong."

Zhou Buchen stared at Luo Chuan, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and suddenly he drew his sword, with a single stick of Xuanzhen in his left hand and an empty scabbard in his right hand, and two sword energy slashed out at the same time!

Luo Chuan remained motionless, smiling as he faced Zhou Buchen's sword energy.

Snapped!

The sword energy hit Luo Chuan's shoulders, but only left a shallow sword mark.

"Luo Chuan...your body has become stronger again."

Zhou Buchen put away his sword and sighed.

He didn't use his full strength with this sword. Even with Luo Chuan's previous physical cultivation, if he was hit, he would end up with blood splattering three feet. But when Zhou Buchen looked at it, Luo Chuan's shoulders had not even the slightest trace of the sword mark, as if the previous sword had not struck him.

"By chance, we made another breakthrough." Luo Chuan smiled, feeling his renewed body and feeling relieved.

His Dragon Body Technique has been stagnant at the fourth level for more than two years. The fourth level of Dragon Body is already extremely strong. The four bloods have turned into the flesh and the four moral principles have given birth to spirituality. The physical body is strong enough to withstand a blow from an ordinary master of the Emperor. . But now, with the improvement of Dao Fire, Luo Chuan's Longhuan Body Technique has unintentionally broken through the fourth level of Longhuan and entered the fifth level of Longhuan for the first time!

Compared with the previous four levels, the fifth level of Longjian is in another realm. The four bloods are integrated, and the life and the physical body are combined again. The talent of the physical body is comparable to that of the natural giant demon in ancient times. With the toughness of Luo Chuan's physical body now, the Second Emperor's blow can no longer pose a threat to him, and can even resist him. The power of a single blow from an ordinary emperor.

But the toughness of the physical body does not represent the physical strength. Although Luo Chuan's physical strength has been significantly improved, it has only reached the third level of the heavens, and is still far behind the sub-emperor.

"Old Zhou, let me show you a new trick."

Luo Chuan smiled slightly and swayed, two brand-new heads sprouted from both sides of his neck, and two arms sprouted from each side of his body.

"Three heads and six arms... I haven't used the physical form yet." Zhou Buchen looked surprised, and then glared at Luo Chuan: "Don't be a good boy anymore! By the way, the improvement of Dao Fire is really extraordinary, Luo Chuan hurry up and get some resources Practice."

"That's right. Strike while the iron is hot and see if you can break through the third level of Dao Lun." Luo Chuan said with a smile: "There are still many resources in this gourd, which is very abundant."

"Level 3 of the Dao Wheel?" Zhou Buchen took a deep breath, feeling the Dao Fire in his body that was so powerful that even he could hardly imagine it, and there was a hint of pride in his fiery eyes.

In Yingxian City, the number of monks continues to increase. In just two days, the number has almost reached 200,000.

In a restaurant in front of the city, a rotten-looking old man took a sip of wine, licked it with his tongue, and spit it out twice.

"What bad wine!" the old man cursed loudly. He turned his head, looked at the wine on the table of several well-dressed monks, and swallowed secretly.

The waiter at the shop not far away looked at the old man, shook his head repeatedly, and said to himself: "I don't have the life of the young master, but I want to drink the young master's wine. Nowadays, Yingxian City really has everyone."

The old man looked at the waiter coldly, and the waiter laughed dryly, turned around and ran away.

"I, Kong Kong, am now so depressed that I can't even drink good wine... Luo Chuan... all the bandits in your cannon fodder camp are scoundrels! Bastards! A bunch of scoundrels! They have stripped away all the alchemy rooms of our profession. ! Where have you gone?”

Taoist Kongkong looked up to the sky and sighed, touching the empty storage ring, his face full of melancholy.

"That's all, let's go to the Immortal Job Association first and find a job."

Taoist Kongkong looked around and saw that the boss and the waiter were busy with other things. He quickly grabbed two pieces of jade cake and stuffed them into his storage ring, then stuffed another piece into his mouth, then jumped up and rushed out of the restaurant!

"Sir, you haven't settled the bill yet!"

"He escaped... Oops! Someone's coming! Someone is eating Overlord's meal in Yingxian City!"

"Okay, how dare you eat the Overlord's meal in Yingxian City! It's really disrespectful. Are there any rules anymore?"

Several monks who were fighting against each other were about to follow the waiter in pursuit. At this moment, a low and hoarse voice sounded outside the restaurant.

"Don't go, his money is in charge."

The waiter stopped and turned around to look, his pupils shrank sharply, his heartbeat quickened, his legs gave out and he fell to the ground.

The waiter in the shop also has the cultivation level of the Transformation Realm. He usually entertains monks from all over the world, and he is well-informed. However, the appearance of this group of people in front of him made him shudder and his mood was shaky.

These nine monks were all over ten feet tall. Their muscles were as gnarled as molten iron, full of terrifying explosive power. The most frightening thing was the faintly sinister aura on their bodies. The nine of them stood together casually, It actually gives people the illusion of facing a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of corpses.

Among the two leading people, one had a smile on his face and the other had a scar on his face. It was the scar-faced one who spoke. (To be continued)