Supreme Immortal Demon

The blood-red land looked particularly dark in the night.

The stars shine brightly, and the moon shines like water.

Luo Chuan looked around, covered by blue clouds and surrounded by red light. The huge bone palace in the distance still had a vast and mysterious atmosphere. Just in case, Luo Chuan took out the mask talisman from his arms, sprayed it with true essence, and slapped it flatly on his face.

The shape of his face began to undergo some subtle changes. His brows were raised and his face was pale. He still had the face of a young man, slightly similar to Luo Chuan's original appearance, but very vicious. Luo Chuan now knows that his face belongs to a secret disciple of the Demonic World named Zhou Zhihao.

"Hey, the Bone Mage probably never expected that I would be back so soon."

Luo Chuan chose a mountain road away from the "White Bone Cave" and ran all the way, looking for a secret place suitable for devouring spiritual veins.

Just after plundering ten miles of land, Luo Chuan felt something was wrong.

The surrounding scenery was retreating rapidly, but it was always the same. Luo Chuan's steps stagnated and he scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

"You're actually smarter than before." A gloomy laugh sounded from the side of the road.

"Who!" Luo Chuan shouted coldly.

"Why, we haven't seen you for two years and you can't even recognize your uncle's voice?"

The "scenery" beside the road quickly melted, revealing the real mountain road, and a fat man wearing a lake-blue flame robe slowly walked out. He walked slowly, but unusually steadily, as if he was integrated with the entire Great Death Peak. Luo Chuan vaguely felt that the huge power contained in the fat Taoist's body had reached the level of an elder from the Kongshan Realm.

"Master...Uncle." Luo Chuan secretly shouted, "It's terrible." As soon as he arrived at the Great Destruction Peak, he was caught by Zhou Zhihao's disciples. How could people from the secret sect know his whereabouts? What a coincidence.

"I haven't heard you call me uncle for a long time. I really miss you." The fat Taoist chuckled and changed his tone: "Tell uncle, why are the people on the twelfth floor looking for you? If it weren't for the arrest on the twelfth floor. I saw your name on the list, but I still don’t know where to find you. I spent a lot of money to get the news about you.”

"I don't know." Luo Chuan lowered his head to hide his doubts. Thinking of what he saw the last time he came to the Great Death Peak, Luo Chuan secretly suspected that this secret sect of the devil was living in seclusion in the Great Death Peak area?

The fat Taoist's eyes flashed with anger, and he clapped his hands: "Come out, everyone."

A dozen people walked out from behind the fat Taoist. They were all dressed in dark purple robes and short black cloaks. The younger ones were about the same age as Luo Chuan, and the older ones were less than thirty. These dozen or so people were of different heights, short, fat, and thin, but they all had one thing in common, they all had a gloomy and cold face and a cold nature.

"Junior brother, long time no see."

"Without you here, our life is so boring and sad."

"You disappeared for two years, and Master got angry several times. If you go to him now, you will only die. Brothers have thought about it. In order to save you, they have to reluctantly put you in a ghost prison first, and let Master first calm down."

"No, no. Before being locked up in the ghost prison, I must let my junior brother get slightly injured and do a full show."

The secret sect disciples gathered around, with strange auras and stern faces, staring at Luo Chuan with malicious intent.

It seems that this Zhou Zhihao was often bullied by his fellow apprentices in the past, and he is a pitiful person.

Luo Chuan thought in his mind.

On the side of the mountain road, the fat Taoist crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, waiting with interest for the tragedy that was about to happen.

A disciple in his twenties and a disciple of the Four Perfect Foundations walked up to Luo Chuan with a smile, licked his tongue, and reached out to grab Luo Chuan's shoulders: "Good junior brother, I have wronged you. Don't worry, senior brother will be very gentle."

The other disciples were laughing and joking, not noticing anything unusual about their junior brother who they had not seen for two years.

"let go."

Luo Chuan's cold voice sounded in the night wind.

The demon sect disciples were stunned, looked at each other, and laughed.

"Our little junior brother has grown up."

"Gong Xing, my junior brother asked you to let go."

"Gong Xing, if you don't let go, junior brother will get angry."

The laughter of the crowd was heard, and the demon sect disciple named Gong Xing twitched his face, with a cruel look in his eyes: "You want me to let go, that's fine."

As he spoke, Gong Xing slowly took a deep breath. As he inhaled, the air around him began to flow rapidly, and his robe was suddenly pulled back, clinging tightly to his skin, exposing his muscular arms.

In the night wind, you can even hear wisps of wind entering Gong Xing's arms. This is a method that is not taught by the devil. It can increase the power several times in a very short period of time and explode instantly.

"Then relax!"

A sharp light flashed in Gong Xing's eyes, and he tightened his fingers and suddenly exerted force. His face instantly revealed a look of extreme excitement, and he actually wanted to tear off Luo Chuan's entire arm!

The disciples watched excitedly, with blood rushing to their foreheads.

Click!

The sound of bones twisting was heard, followed by Gong Xing's painful scream!

Gong Xing's face was pale, and he stared at his right hand in horror. It was unbelievable that all five of his fingers were broken due to excessive force.

what happened……

With their fingers connected to their hearts, Gong Xing endured the severe pain and looked, only to see that there was no damage at all on the young man's shoulders except for five faint marks.

Thinking of the moment when it exploded, like the feeling of hitting tens of thousands of years of star iron, fear crept into Gong Xing's heart.

A deep voice came to my ears.

"That's right, senior brother, you must be obedient."

There was a mysterious smile in the voice, like a demon lord in the dark night, which made people shudder.

Gong Xing's scalp tingled, and he looked up in horror. The boy opposite him also slowly raised his head, three parts of sternness, seven parts of evil, no longer the timid and submissive before, like a completely different person.

Gong Xing was shocked, and subconsciously circulated his true energy. Before he could activate his power, a huge palm turned into a residual shadow and slapped his chin, and the whole person was thrown out like a sandbag, and fell to the mountain road with a "bang", and there was no sound.

The disciples of the secret sect were all stunned, staring at Luo Chuan stupidly, and no one spoke for a long time.

Looking at Gong Xing, whose neck was broken, his spine twisted into a human shape, his body trembling slightly, and his breath was dying, the fat Taoist took a breath of cold air, and excitement flashed in his eyes.

Looking back at Luo Chuan, the fat Taoist instantly regained his coldness: "Bold Zhou Zhihao! How dare you harm your fellow disciples, do you want to betray the sect!"

The murderous aura that was as real as substance came overwhelmingly, instantly drowning Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan secretly circulated the blood in his dantian, resisting the murderous aura while sneering: "Uncle Master, what you said is not right. I was just joking with you. I didn't expect that after two years of not seeing you, you have become so useless."

"Quibbling!"

"Brother Gong is doing this for your own good. Not only do you not appreciate it, but you also seriously hurt me. You are so cruel!"

With the support of Uncle Master, the disciples of the secret sect suppressed their fear and accused Luo Chuan indignantly.

Luo Chuan turned a deaf ear to him, sneered, and his eyes flashed with cruel light from time to time.

The fat Taoist's eyes lit up, the coldness on his face dissipated, and his face was full of spring: "Okay, okay, okay. Although you have been missing for the past two years, you have made some progress. Your master will be relieved to see you."

The bet was right! Luo Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

If he exposed his true identity, he would definitely die. Only by continuing to play the role of a disciple of the magic sect would he have a chance to escape. Although Luo Chuan had never come into contact with the demon cultivators in the Tiannan region, he knew the nature of the demon path very well. The most basic state of mind of the demon path only emphasizes one word, cruel!

Cruel to yourself, cruel to others, cruel to all things in the world!

Luo Chuan suddenly attacked and severely injured Gong Xing. He played a cruel and ruthless demon cultivator vividly, and indeed won the attention of the fat Taoist.

"However, you still have to act. At least let your master have a way out, so you can wrong your nephew. Zhang Cheng." The fat Taoist said, and winked at a disciple beside him.

This disciple is burly, nearly thirty years old, with a simple face, and his cultivation is higher than that of other disciples.

"Junior brother, go with me obediently." Zhang Cheng's body turned into a stream of smoke, and appeared beside Luo Chuan in a blink of an eye, reaching out to grab him.

His technique is very unique. It seems that there is heaven and earth in his palm, and his five fingers carry the momentum of mountains, as if five mountains are pressing down, making Luo Chuan unable to avoid it.

The unity of heaven and man... Luo Chuan's heart shuddered.

He had long known that to break through the True Dan realm, one needed to comprehend the Dao realm of the unity of heaven and man, and he had seen it in many True Dan masters. But this was the first time that Luo Chuan faced the attack of the unity of heaven and man.

Luo Chuan mobilized all the strength of his physical body to protect his whole body, and the blood and blood in his middle dantian spun rapidly, raising his palm to resist.

Although he did not mobilize his true essence, Luo Chuan's physical body had reached the great perfection of foundation building, and he had even broken through the first level of "Dragon Body Technique", and his physical strength exceeded 1.5 million pounds.

Bang!

In the night, the air waves flowed, and the air between the two people shattered layer by layer. Luo Chuan's body shook and flew backwards.

The gap in realm was fully reflected at this time.

One was at the fourth level of foundation building, and the other was at the peak of the first level of True Dan, about to break through the second level of True Dan, the Dan Condensation period. The two were like flying insects and goshawks, not at the same level at all.

The disciples looked at the unconscious Luo Chuan mockingly, and did not notice the murderous intent that flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes.

Zhang Cheng secretly glanced at the fat Taoist.

The fat Taoist looked thoughtful and stared at Luo Chuan, wondering what he was thinking.

"Take him away and put him in the ghost prison. By the way, take that waste Gong Xing with you." The fat Taoist waved his hand.

Two disciples came forward, one picked up Luo Chuan, and the other held Gong Xing. The disciples followed the fat Taoist and walked towards the black fog in the distance. When their figures were about to disappear, the eldest brother Zhang Cheng, who was walking at the end of the crowd, raised his head and looked at the unconscious Luo Chuan, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes again.

He blocked my palm without getting hurt, so he couldn't be Zhou Zhihao at all! What's more, the real Zhou Zhihao was broken into pieces by my own hands two years ago, and his body was thrown into Yinchuan. Who is this person pretending to be Zhou Zhihao?

Zhang Cheng's expression kept changing, and finally became sinister and cold.

No matter who it is, since he has entered the ghost prison, don't think about coming out alive again.

...

When Luo Chuan woke up, he found himself lying in a black corridor.

The tunnel was very humid, the air was sticky, and there was a faint smell of blood.

"The True Dan Realm... In the words of Lord Jiulong, it is already two completely different levels of life."

Luo Chuan covered his chest, and the place where Zhang Cheng hit him was still a little painful.

Zhang Cheng's palm not only carried the Dao Realm of Unity of Heaven and Man, but also contained Dan Mang, and the power emitted was more than ten times that of Luo Chuan. If Luo Chuan had not practiced the Dragon Body Technique, he would have been seriously injured even if he didn't die.

"The birth of Dan Mang is a symbol of the Void Dan Stage. Fortunately, his cultivation has not reached the Condensation Dan Stage, otherwise he would have generated Dan Sha and I would have died. Is this the ghost prison?"

In the empty tunnel, Luo Chuan looked around.

The tunnel was very narrow, only accommodating two horses running side by side, and the length was only about twenty steps. The humming sound came from outside the tunnel, mixed with strange laughter and crying from time to time, and it sounded in the darkness, which was creepy.

"What a great place! I just need a secret place to absorb spiritual veins. Uncle Fat, you are really good at it." A smile appeared on Luo Chuan's white mask. A light flashed between his fingers, and a white bone sarcophagus appeared in his palm.

Luo Chuan was not worried about the threat from Zhou Zhihao's master. As long as he wanted, he could return to the empty mountain world at any time through the teleportation array.

"The last step to open the Tianmen Secret Realm, let's start!"

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(Everyone is really awesome today. Can we do this earlier next week? Then we can add more chapters earlier. I will reserve PP. Next, we will enter a new plot soon. Fill in the old pits, dig new pits, and there will be endless pits~ Regarding the feedback on the first volume of the empty mountain world, Qizhu also looked back. This is the first time I tried to write the plot of the sect. There may be a rhythm imbalance between digging pits and refreshing points. I will study this again. But I still hope that in addition to the refreshing pleasure, I can try to bring everyone a kind of story pleasure. Seeing a certain plot can make you suddenly realize, or smile knowingly, occasionally achieving this effect, Qizhu will be satisfied)