Supreme Immortal Demon

The next moment, Luo Chuan was rushed into the sea of ​​thoughts by the sea water of Tianmen, and sank in an instant. When he sank halfway, Luo Chuan slowly stopped, curled up his body, and lay on his side with his arms around his body, just like a baby in amniotic fluid, falling into a state of Taoism.

The innate water and fire circled around Luo Chuan twice, making a whooshing sound, as if cheering.

When the sea of ​​thoughts was about to be full, the innate water and fire flew out of the sea of ​​thoughts. The innate true fire flew back to the middle dantian, and the innate true water fell back to the lower dantian.

The human body has the universe, and the universe hides the secret realm.

If Luo Chuan was still conscious at this time, he would be ecstatic.

In the lower dantian, the innate true water rotated rapidly, and a vortex condensed above the dantian. The true essence was aroused, flowing slowly like quicksand, and gradually, a magnificent and majestic courtyard was built above the dantian. The courtyard was huge, full of vitality, but with infinite possibilities.

In the middle dantian, the innate true fire also rotated rapidly, and a vortex unfolded above the dantian. In the vortex, the blood began to solidify, and then suddenly broke apart, and a blood-red cliff rose from it! The cliff was tall and majestic, shaped like a rooftop, and was also full of vitality and infinite possibilities.

Establish Huangting! Break Lingtai! Open Tianmen!

So far, the Nine Deaths and One Life Gong has also completed the first three turns, and the innate water and fire disappeared again, as if they had never appeared.

It's a pity that Luo Chuan didn't see all this.

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Every autumn and winter, strong winds blow from the northwest, black sand fills the sky, and submerges the town.

Although the town is in the Black Stone Desert, there are several oases outside the town, so there is no way out.

A five or six-year-old girl is grazing by the oasis with a newly born black pig in her arms. She raised her head from time to time. To the east was a mountain that covered the sky. It was huge and dark. When it passed through the clouds, it seemed to break the sky. To her west, behind the fog, there was a huge white palace, shrouded in green and red light, and it was unclear.

She heard from the old people in the town that a long time ago, this peak and this temple did not exist. Thunder sounded, and first the white huge temple appeared in the west of the town, and then a few years later, there was the mountain.

The girl stroked the head of the little black pig and looked at it intently.

At this moment, the girl saw a figure passing by not far away. The man could walk dozens of feet in one step and ran towards the direction of the white huge temple. She had seen such people when she was herding sheep outside the town. They all had cold faces and did not speak. They lived in peace with the residents of the town.

The girl showed curiosity on her face. She hesitated for a moment and patted a ram in front of her: "Good sheep, don't run around."

After that, the girl hugged the little black pig in her arms and quietly chased the man in black. She walked in the sand, faster and faster, and finally ran as fast as the man in black who could walk dozens of feet in one step!

Less than five miles away, the man in black stopped, and the girl also stopped quietly behind a huge rock, hiding and peeking.

It was an oasis, and in the center of the oasis, a huge skeleton protruded upward. This skeleton extended from the white palace behind the mist in the distance, like a tree root, longer than a sheepfold. Such strange skeletons are not uncommon in the black stone sand, and the girl is used to it. But the next moment, she covered her mouth, and saw the man in black jumped into the oasis, drew a few strokes on the front of the skeleton, and the skeleton slowly showed a door.

"No matter who you are, you can't stand being imprisoned in the ghost prison for three days." Zhang Cheng showed a cruel smile on his face.

The bone door opened, and Zhang Cheng looked at it and was slightly startled.

In the ghost prison, the boy sat cross-legged, with a peaceful look, and did not fall into the collapse as Zhang Cheng imagined.

A ray of sunlight descended from the sky, passed through the rolling black sand, and shot into the ghost prison.

The boy's eyelids trembled slightly, and the white bones, oasis, black gauze, and everything within a radius of ten miles trembled with the boy's eyelids.

"What's going on!" Zhang Cheng was shocked and his eyes widened.

Suddenly, the young man opened his eyes.

Zhang Cheng's head buzzed, and at this moment, he felt the mountains and rivers collapse, the earth sank, and the whole world seemed to wake up.

For nearly thirty years, he followed the secret sect to travel all over the country, visited countless places, and met countless people. But Zhang Cheng had never seen such a pair of pure and ethereal eyes.

It was like a newborn baby, opening his eyes for the first time, penetrating people's hearts.

"This is impossible!"

With an exclamation in his ears, Zhang Cheng turned around and saw that the fat uncle was standing beside him at some point.

"Master, uncle..." Zhang Cheng's legs softened and he almost fell to the ground.

The fat Taoist stared at Luo Chuan with an extremely complicated expression.

"Uncle Master, I..."

"Stop talking nonsense." The fat Taoist glanced at Zhang Cheng with contempt and sneered: "Do you think I am blind? You hit him so hard, do you think I can't see it? He is not Zhou Zhihao at all. The real Zhou Zhihao might have been killed by you a long time ago."

Zhang Cheng's face was pale, and big beads of cold sweat slid down his forehead. His eyes drifted into the ghost prison, and he was suddenly stunned.

The fat Taoist was also stunned.

While the two were talking, in a short time, a row of dense runes appeared at the feet of the young man in the prison.

Luo Chuan half bent his body, used his fingers as a pen, and wrote something quickly on the ground. His strokes were unrestrained, but also revealed a wonderful charm, which was natural.

He seemed to be unaware of the existence of Zhang Cheng and the fat Taoist, and he didn't know what he was doing. There was no human spirit in his eyes, empty and solemn, immersed in a world that belonged to him alone, and his hands were so fast that only a series of afterimages were left.

In a blink of an eye, the whole dungeon was filled with runes written by him.

At first glance, these runes appear to have no structure, but at second glance, they feel that these runes have hidden meanings, which are simple and elusive. Countless talisman patterns are piled up together, evolving and returning to their sect. At the third glance, it looks like a vast expanse of heaven, earth and stars, with endless changes.

Gradually, a ghostly look appeared on Zhang Cheng's face, and he said in disbelief: "Is this... a mysterious pattern?"

The fat Taoist breathed a long sigh of relief, and an inexplicable brilliance bloomed in his eyes: "It's the innate mysterious pattern."

"This is impossible!" Zhang Cheng screamed strangely.

"It's really impossible, but it happened."

As soon as the fat Taoist finished speaking, the innate profound pattern suddenly bloomed with a circle of silver brilliance, overflowing from the bone prison, like mercury, flowing in all directions.

"Boom!" Thunder came.

The sky turned dark, and suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and lightning bolts as thick as buckets fell from the sky clouds, like purple dragons dancing wildly.

Zhang Cheng was shocked and confused.

"It is said that those who open the Tianmen will have such an abnormality in the Tianmen before they are three years old. They will frantically carve out countless innate mysterious patterns and cause changes in the celestial phenomena. But it only happens once. After that, like me and other Huangting monks, we need to Practice step by step." The fat Taoist's eyes sparkled.

As soon as the conversation started, he couldn't hold it back anymore. The fat Taoist looked excited and talked non-stop: "There are very few Tianmen monks, not only because they are innately rare, but also because Tianmen monks are extremely fragile. They can only build the foundation, but they can't do anything later. Even if you set up Huangting, you can't break the spiritual platform. Your body is weak and you have to rely on elixirs to maintain your longevity!"

"The resources required to support a Tianmen monk are extremely terrifying. Only the seven sects of the two dynasties and my demonic path can maintain it. But once you cultivate the Xuan Shen, it will definitely be a heaven-defying existence. Not to mention the benefits that will be brought by achieving the Xuan Wen Immortal Job. Unimaginable."

"Uncle Master is very knowledgeable, which opened my eyes to my nephew." Zhang Cheng carefully flattered him.

"It's also a coincidence. A long time ago, during a joint expedition, the three major forces in the demonic world discovered three earth dragon bones engraved with runes on the sixth floor of the White Bone Heavenly Prison Palace. Later, an elder from our religion recognized them. It turned out to be the cultivation method of Tianmen, and a piece of it fell into the hands of your master. Master, I also learned a lot from it... Hahaha, what a blessing, I actually met a Tianmen monk!"

Suddenly, the fat Taoist looked at Zhang Cheng sharply, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Cheng was scared to death. He can be the leader of the third generation of outer disciples of the secret sect, so he is certainly not a fool. Obtaining a Tianmen monk is equivalent to having a Xuanwen Immortal position in the future. This is enough for the uncle to compete for the position of leader. How can he share it with others. Since it cannot be shared, there is only one result left... kill yourself and silence yourself.

The thunderclouds dissipated and the sky returned to normal. The mysterious patterns in the prison are also like the ice and snow in spring, melting slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they had never appeared before.

The fat Taoist glanced past Zhang Cheng, then towards Luo Chuan, and smiled slightly: "This Taoist is the second elder of the outer sect of the secret sect, Chang Qiu."

Zhang Cheng hesitated a little and said like a fat Taoist: "I am Zhang Cheng, the chief disciple of the third generation outer sect of the secret sect."