Supreme Immortal Demon

Following the voice, everyone saw the thin boy. ＋＋＋＋

The boy looked up and stared at the Qiji column intently. His eyes flickered and he muttered something, as if he was reading from a script. His eyes flashed from time to time. He nodded, shook his head, was puzzled, and suddenly realized. However, a faint joy appeared on his face, as if he was enjoying it very much.

"Three paths of time... sinking... chaos... true nature..."

"Heaven and earth are constant in the universe, and they cross the universe. Under the Zhoutian, the other path is like passing away..."

"There is no end in the ages, there is only a cliff, and after the cliff, there is the original..."

The boy's voice was intermittent and unclear, but everyone's faces showed deep surprise.

Not long after, the boy began to move.

He squatted on the ground and stretched out his fingers to draw circles on the soil.

One circle, two circles, three circles... The circles he drew were twisted and crossed, crooked, and looked like a child's doodles.

But no matter the disciples of Canghai Academy, Saint Dao Academy, or Hunhai monks, they would not think that this boy was just playing. The second-generation masters rushed to accept him as a disciple. Luo Chuan came to Canghai Academy only for this boy. It can even be said that the attack of the Demon Dao Palace today and the big commotion were indirectly caused by him.

Such a young man who can make the second-generation masters fight for red skin and attract the peerless Tianjiao Luo Chuan, his every move will inevitably make people think deeply.

Gradually, many academy disciples and Hunhai monks with higher Taoism became blurred. There was nothing else in their eyes, only the overlapping circles.

A third-generation disciple of Canghai Academy flushed red. He suddenly raised his head and just pulled his eyes away, his forehead was full of sweat. He looked at the boy with a complicated look, then turned his head to look at the Qiji word column, but suddenly found that he had seen something faintly.

Many monks came back to their senses and looked at the Qiji word column with amazement on their faces.

How could they not know at this time that the circle drawn by this boy who could recite the scriptures was another way of expressing the scriptures written by Luo Chuan. However, this way of expression was relatively superficial and simple. And it was only a small part, not yet complete, just like a weakened version of Luo Chuan's scripture.

Even so, everyone looked at the boy with shock.

The second-generation masters could not recite the scriptures. But he could recite them. He could even understand and express them in his own way... No wonder the second-generation masters competed to accept him as a disciple. Luo Chuan also offended Canghai Academy for him. Such a person can no longer be explained by genius, he is simply a demon monster!

Xue Wang...

Many disciples of the academy secretly recited the name that was still unfamiliar before today. They had a strong intuition that in the near future, millions of cultivators in Wanli Hunhai might praise this name... The premise is that Canghai Academy can escape today's disaster.

Boom!

Thousands of blood-colored moons finally crushed the barrier constructed by the aura of the scriptures, and with the might and murderous aura of destruction, they pressed towards Canghai Academy again.

The faces of everyone in Canghai Academy darkened, and their hearts were chilled. However, at this moment, the white scroll written by Luo Chuan was flying in the air, and the words of the scriptures on the second page flew up together, like shining stars, whistling and singing, and greeted the thousands of blood-colored moons.

Every word was changing, and their changes were not changes in the font itself, but seemed to be constantly transforming and rising. Each word has its own meaning and charm. They are combined together into one, and scattered, they are also countless small paths!

The words on the second page did not form a barrier like the first page, but wrapped in the morality of time, and faced the blood-colored moon that fell from the sky head-on.

Thousands of scriptures hit thousands of blood moons, but they only resisted for a while, and were smashed into pieces by the moon in a blink of an eye, turning into a circle of flickering powder, floating in the air.

Thousands of miles away, the woman who played the flute to control the moon had obviously figured out how to break the spell in the first battle. Her own strength was terrifying, and with the powerful weapon of the Star-Destroying Moon Wheel, she naturally had the upper hand.

At this time, Luo Chuan had already written five pages.

He did not raise his head, nor did he blink, as if he could not feel the disappointment of the monks around him. He continued to write and pluck the pages.

Wow... Wow...

Pages of scriptures flew into the sky with the spirit of Taoism. Each word was like a star, and the whistle was like thunder. They gathered and dispersed from time to time, and changed from time to time, rushing towards the bloody moon one after another.

The sound of the flute rose, and under the traction of the moon wheel mother in the distance, the bloody moon also began to change. The blood mist in the Taoist Palace in the moon spread, as if a demon with thousands of arms and legs stretched out, cutting towards the scriptures blocking the front.

Although the speed of the bloody moon's descent was slowed down, Luo Chuan's three pages of scriptures were shattered under the impact of the bloody moon. The words were no longer in place, the ink faded, and turned into dust, which flew everywhere.

Looking at the bloody moon that was falling from the sky, the monks in Canghai Academy all showed bitterness.

It was very rare for Luo Chuan to hold on for so long.

He wrote scriptures and attracted the energy of the upper way. Once the scriptures were completed, he would definitely be able to return to the truth and become a master of Taoism.

But Taoism is Taoism, fighting is fighting, the strength of the master of the Demonic Dao Palace is far greater than Luo Chuan. No matter how powerful the scriptures written by Luo Chuan are, even if they are really "heavenly books", they are limited by his own strength. How easy is it to stop the killing steps of the master of the Demonic Palace?

When he wrote to the seventh page, Luo Chuan's writing speed slowed down.

At this time, the killing moon in the sky was only a hundred feet away from Canghai Academy.

A hundred feet away, in the blink of an eye, Luo Chuan still did not look up, and with a wave of his left hand, the sixth page of the scripture flew upwards.

Seeing Luo Chuan use the same trick again, many cultivators shook their heads secretly, but they also knew in their hearts that facing the strong attack of that woman, Luo Chuan was afraid that there was no good way. Let alone Luo Chuan, there were only a handful of people in the Chaos Sea who could stop that woman for half an incense stick.

The sixth page of the scripture flew into the air, but this time, they did not directly face the blood moon.

Tick-tick...

A hundred feet above the Canghai Academy, thousands of scripture characters suddenly changed and turned into thousands of water droplets. The water droplets expanded, spread, and connected... In a blink of an eye, a long river appeared under thousands of small moons, forming an interception.

"Is it the same river again..."

A disciple of the academy murmured in a low voice, not trying to hide the disappointment on his face.

Although the thousands of time phantom rivers had hidden the Canghai Academy for a while, they were useless in the face of the blood-colored moon. Although Luo Chuan is a terrifying genius whose Taoism is comparable to that of the second generation master, he is also a human being. At this time, he has run out of tricks.

Many academy disciples thought so.

"No."

At this moment, a scholar's eyes flashed.

Everyone turned their heads and recognized that it was the prestigious Dafang Taoist of Canghai Academy.

"This river... is so real!" Dafang Taoist sighed. Although he could not see the reality of the long river above his head, he could feel the difference.

Compared with the thousands of illusory long rivers before, the long river in front of him seemed to exist truly.

"It's the long river of time."

In the cannon fodder camp, Wang Hu's eyes lit up, thinking in his heart, and his face was excited: "The boss finally succeeded!"

All the brothers in the cannon fodder camp showed excitement and excitement. They had all practiced in the time fantasy river, and they also knew that there was another river above the time fantasy river. That river also contained the morality of time, but everything in the river was not illusory, but a real existence, that is, the long river of time!

The long river of time has always existed between heaven and earth, but just like time, it has always existed from ancient times to the present, but it cannot be touched or seen. Occasionally, a great man will use his great magical powers to forcibly open the long river of time, or go back to the past, or travel through the future... But more of them only exist in legends.

After all, time is an existence that transcends the way of heaven, and the long river of time is even more dangerous. Even saints may not be able to change history in the long river of time.

Although there are legends about the long river of time in the cultivation world, they are just legends, because even if someone travels through the long river of time and goes back to the past, there is no way to know.

At present, Luo Chuan has obtained the Tao and is writing the scriptures. He has actually opened up a long river of time with the help of the Taoism in the scriptures!

This is simply amazing!

In mid-air, Luo Chuan's arm trembled and his face turned slightly pale.

Relying on the Taoism when writing the book, he activated the Tao and forcibly opened up a long river of time that he himself could not bear, almost exhausting his vitality.

Although he has already comprehended the true Tao of time, this Tao is above all things in heaven and earth, and it is not something he can control today. Without this unfinished "Time Sutra", he would not be able to do this. What he did was beyond his control.

But as he said, only when he has a clear conscience can he reach the top of the Tao.

Today's disaster may only be saved by relying on this long river of time!

In a blink of an eye, the seventh page was filled. Luo Chuan took a deep breath, exerted his power, and waved his palm. The seventh page of scriptures cut through the air, rose into the sky, and entered the long river of time in the sky.

The long river of time flowed thousands of miles, spanning the sky, collecting thousands of small moons and melting them into the long river of time.

Wow... Wow...

Above the academy, white water flowed, with no end in sight, and the dead passed by like this.

The blood-colored moon wheel hung high above the long river of time. Under the control of the flute, it returned to stillness. Facing the long river of time, it seemed helpless.

All sounds were silent, and the world seemed to have quieted down, with only the river water flooding and flowing, impacting the minds of the monks inside and outside the academy.

On the surface of the chaotic sea, the evil monks looked at the long river surrounding the Canghai Academy in shock, with complicated and terrified expressions. They didn't know what it was, but they could feel a boundless and vast terrifying morality that seemed to come from the ancient times and sail towards the endless future.

A moment later, cheers broke out in the Canghai Academy, and many disciples of the Canghai Academy cried with joy.

They were all celebrating for surviving the disaster, and no one noticed that Luo Chuan's face began to become solemn.

At this moment, after a short silence, the sound of the flute sounded again. (To be continued, please search for Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!