Supreme Immortal Demon

Shaking his head, Luo Chuan stopped daydreaming.

Tianchen Continent is too far away, and it is useless to think too much. At present, he is just a small cultivator in a small domain.

Turning his head to look at the fog at the junction of the second and third layers, Luo Chuan punched out.

The golden red light that was thirty feet long was like a dragon emerging from the world, and it directly hit the fog.

Buzz!

The fog shook slightly, and there were floating ripples like water waves, and it returned to calm in an instant.

"The person who set up this Yin-Yang magic array has at least reached the Infant Realm. The ancestor they are talking about."

At this time, Luo Chuan's stomach growled.

With a flash of his figure, Luo Chuan disappeared in front of the cave.

Not long after, Luo Chuan came back dragging three giant yellow sheep. Each of the three yellow sheep was more than thirty feet long, and its body was as huge as three hundred-year-old trees. One sheep's hoof was bigger than Luo Chuan himself.

Bang!

Luo Chuan threw the sheep to the ground, gulped, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

When Li Quanfu was around, he especially loved cooking mutton, boiling, stewing, braising, roasting... He cooked it in various ways for Luo Chuan to eat, and even Bai Yiqing and Luo Fu praised it highly, not to mention Luo Chuan, who was not picky about food.

Luo Chuan pinched his hand seals, performed fire magic, and learned Li Quanfu's method to cook roasted mutton.

In a blink of an eye, the first yellow sheep was roasted into charcoal ash.

Luo Chuan was covered in dirt and looked at his masterpiece speechlessly, and turned his eyes to the second yellow sheep.

There was another round of jumping up and down. Luo Chuan carefully controlled the fire this time. In a blink of an eye, the second yellow sheep was finally cooked... To be precise, it was burnt and black.

Luo Chuan was a little helpless, but still didn't believe in evil. He picked up the third yellow sheep and performed fire magic.

Gradually, Luo Chuan's method of controlling the fire became more and more precise and meticulous, and his control of the fire method also quietly increased. Half an hour later, Luo Chuan finally succeeded.

This time, the yellow sheep was neither burnt nor mushy, and it exuded a strong fragrance.

Luo Chuan couldn't wait to take a bite, and his face froze. It was cooked and edible, but the taste was far from the roasted whole sheep made by Li Quanfu. It was simply a world of difference.

"Where are you, Lizi?"

At this moment, Luo Chuan missed Li Quanfu, who was cheap but cooked lamb well. Pinching his nose, Luo Chuan swept the giant sheep clean like a whirlwind.

"The immortals and Taoists really have their reasons for competing for resources. Only with resources can they refine pills, nourish spiritual veins, and cultivate monks. So much blood and flesh are not as practical as a ten-full tonic pill."

Luo Chuan rubbed his belly and took out a few storage rings to see if there were any pill ores in the rings.

Huangting eats air, and Lingtai eats meat. But whether you cultivate Huangting or Lingtai, you can absorb the origin through pills, ores, spiritual veins, etc. and use it for yourself. Of course, the required categories vary, and not all elixir spirit veins are suitable.

In the storage ring, Luo Chuan did not find the elixir or ore he wanted, but there was something that attracted his attention.

Looking at the ring with purple wind and thunder patterns engraved on his palm, Luo Chuan smiled slightly: "As an elder of the magic path, Chang Qiu, there must be some good things in your ring."

Chang Qiu is dead, and the storage ring has become an ownerless thing.

Luo Chuan's mind probed into it and frowned.

There are many things in the storage ring, but except for a few martial arts secrets, the rest are women's underwear, colorful, varied, loose, tight, all kinds of, faintly exuding women's body fragrance.

Luo Chuan scratched his head: "Old pervert."

Just as he was about to put away the ring, Luo Chuan saw a nine-foot long sword in the corner.

At the first sight, Luo Chuan's eyebrows jumped.

It was a black long sword with two deep grooves on the blade, and blood flowed in it. Looking closely, he found that it was the brilliance of the sword itself. I don't know how many monks died under this sword, and the blood light flowed and was deeply engraved on the sword.

On the handle of the sword, the words "Tianri" were engraved. At first glance, it looked plain, but at another glance, Luo Chuan felt a chill flowing from the two words, instantly turning into boundless demonic intent, rushing towards Luo Chuan.

Humph!

A blood-red light flashed in Luo Chuan's eyes, and a trace of demonic nature swayed from the lake of his heart, suppressing the long sword.

"Huh?"

Luo Chuan was secretly surprised. Facing the suppression of the demonic nature of Jiulong Jun, the long sword was still clamoring, as if in protest. Luo Chuan's trace of demonic nature was passed down from Jiulong Jun and planted in the white bone furnace. Although it was less than one ten-millionth of Jiulong Jun's total demonic nature, it was extremely pure.

In other words, the demonic nature of this long sword was also very pure, and it had its own sword nature. It was not just an ordinary magic weapon, but had risen to the level of a magic weapon.

Luo Chuan turned his wrist and took the long sword.

The hilt of the knife was as cold as iron. In an instant, a murderous aura was released from the rotating blade and rushed straight into the sky.

Luo Chuan swung his knife back and slashed it backwards.

A bloody light that looked like a substance leaked out in the night. Wherever the blade went, the dead wood forest and the swamp were all turned into ashes and dust.

Boom!

The soil flew.

Luo Chuan put away the knife, and a knife ditch of more than 40 miles appeared behind him. With one slash, the first and second layers of the Hongshan Swamp were split in half!

"Good knife!"

Luo Chuan praised.

Just now, he slashed with the knife with his physical strength, but subconsciously operated the "My Devil's Mercy" mental method. To his surprise, the nameless mental method was extremely suitable for the knife method, and the power it exerted was also greater than the magic fist. Luo Chuan was secretly shocked.

"I see. My Demon Compassion is the magic method. Although my Magic Fist is extremely powerful, it lacks a bit of demonic nature. In comparison, it is more suitable for this magic sword."

Under the gate of heaven, above the sea of ​​thoughts, a new bubble rose. The bubble shattered, and a figure jumped out, practicing swordsmanship.

Luo Chuan sat cross-legged, with the long sword placed in front of his knees. Unexpectedly, the blade suddenly trembled violently, making a sound of swordsmanship, and flew up in a blink of an eye, turning into a ball of blood light, and drilled into Luo Chuan's heart.

Luo Chuan looked with his mind, and saw that the black long sword stood quietly beside the virtual pill on the high spiritual platform.

"It is said that magic weapons have spirits. If you are willing, just stay there."

Luo Chuan whispered.

The long sword did not respond, like a lonely and arrogant man, standing silently.

The moon set and the sun rose, and the long night passed.

The first ray of sunlight fell from the sky, Luo Chuan stood up, and slowly walked into the fog at the junction of the second and third layers.

As soon as he entered the fog, Luo Chuan turned into a breeze.

After breaking through the True Dan realm, Luo Chuan performed the Wind Escape Technique again, which was smoother and more agile than before, close to the real wind, invisible and colorless, without a trace.

But the scene on the third floor surprised Luo Chuan secretly.

Unlike the first and second floors of Hongshan Swamp, there was no dead wood forest or swamp on the third floor. A mountain peak nearly 100 feet high stood in the center of the third floor, and many layers of stone steps surrounded the rock wall of the mountain peak. The stone steps led to caves, and painful roars came from the caves from time to time, and it was impossible to tell whether they were human or beast.

And under the mountain peak, there was a forest, and nearly a hundred men in black robes were wandering in the forest, with cultivation ranging from the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment to the Void Dan period. They all had white vines on their hands, and at the other end of the vines, there were monsters tied.

As described by the Merciless Fairy, these monsters were either human-headed lions, or human-bodied beasts, and some were even more evil, either with bat wings on their backs or with four arms.

"They are all the lowest level of different kinds of demons."

Luo Chuan's gaze fell back to the mountain cave.

"The Heavenly Water Divine Cover should be in one of the caves. I wonder if the ancestor is still there. He can make such a big noise without alarming the cultivation world. This person is not simple."

After observing for a while, Luo Chuan aimed at a black-robed monk standing at the edge of the dense forest and used the wind magic to escape.

At the edge of the dense forest, the black-robed monk led a monster with a human body and a bull's head, his face gloomy.

"Damn it, when will this day end."

Looking at the monster next to him, the black-robed man kicked out fiercely and kicked the monster's lower abdomen heavily. The monster screamed, and the bull's face showed pain. It fell to the ground and curled up into a ball, with confusion and despair in its eyes.

"Hahaha..." The black-robed man showed a grim smile on his face, extremely proud.

Just then, a sound of wind sounded in his ears, and someone faintly said in the wind: "Don't make a sound."

"Who is it?"

The black-robed man was startled and glanced around vigilantly.

A figure slowly solidified from behind him.

Turning around suddenly, the black-robed demon cultivator in the Void Dan stage had a brilliant light in his eyes, and the Dan light burst out from his fist, hitting Luo Chuan's abdomen.

Luo Chuan did not avoid or give way, but opened his five fingers, and a Dan light also burst out, grabbing the black-robed cultivator's fist.

Crack!

The black-robed demon cultivator's fist was crushed by Luo Chuan.

Before he could cry out in pain, Luo Chuan grabbed the black-robed demon cultivator's throat and lifted him up.

The black-robed demon cultivator showed a look of fear in his eyes. He was also in the Void Dan stage, but he had no power to fight back. The Dan light contained in the palm of the young man was not strong, and it was obvious that he had just broken through not long ago, but his grab was like a net that covered the sky and the earth, leaving him with no power to fight back.