Supreme Immortal Demon

A hearty and hearty laugh came from the seven-story restaurant on the left side of the street: "How come the monk from Kongsi, who ranks ninth on the Qingxian list, came to Daozunyuan to be a gatekeeper?"

Ninth on the Qingxian list?

Luo Chuan's cold eyes revealed a hint of interest.

Bai Yiqing said that the top nine masters on the Qingxian list have the strength to challenge the six Taoist canons.

I don't know how much gap there is between me and such masters now.

"I am a Taoist who regards the world as my home. I have no relatives or friends in Tianqijing, so I have to go to Daozunyuan. I will watch the gate for a few nights and change my sleeping place." The monk from Kongsi raised his mouth and looked at the restaurant: "I haven't seen you for a few years, and Sima Shaoshuai is still in such a good mood."

Luo Chuan turned his head and saw Sima Wuji, whom he met during the day, sitting by the railing, holding a wine jar in his arms. At a glance, the wine jar turned out to be a huge fiery red gourd.

"Zhou Zhihao?"

"Sima Wuji." Luo Chuan's voice was slightly hoarse.

"You know me? That's good." Sima Wuji was drinking with his head up, looking very happy, but then he showed a trace of regret: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, but it's a pity that this lazy monk got there first."

As soon as Sima Wuji finished speaking, several sword lights fell from the sky and landed on the restaurants on both sides of Tianyin Street, turning into human forms, either young men in jade belts and gorgeous robes, or young Taoists with high crowns and wide sleeves.

In a blink of an eye, the originally deserted Tianyin Street had twenty more people. These twenty people were full of vigor, and their cultivation was above the second level of Zhendan. They cast their eyes on Luo Chuan, with different expressions, some were playful, some were interested, but they did not hide the fighting spirit in their eyes.

Among these people, three people caught Luo Chuan's attention.

Sima Wuji was the first.

The second one was the elegant young man in a scholar's robe in the first restaurant on the right.

Seeing Luo Chuan coming, the scholar smiled slightly and bowed: "I am Kong Yidao, the eighth on the Qingxian list, and I am honored to meet you, Brother Zhou."

Luo Chuan nodded and turned his eyes to the third person.

In another teahouse, Ren Xian stood quietly.

As in the daytime, he was filled with a sense of tranquility. Even though he was also full of fighting spirit, he was as quiet as a lonely forest in the deep mountains.

"I am Ren Xian, the twelfth on the Qingxian list."

These three people each occupied a restaurant, and their cultivation was as high as the third level of Zhendan, and they were ranked fifth, eighth and twelfth on the Qingxian list. Including the monk of Kongsi, who was ninth on the Qingxian list in the middle of Changjie, there were actually four masters in the top twelve of the Qingxian list.

When Qin Jiatian first entered the Kongxu Mountain Realm in the past, he had vaguely told Luo Chuan that there were countless young masters outside the Xianjia Sect. Tonight in Tianqijing, Luo Chuan finally met them, and it was a large group.

They were not much older than Huo Jun and Luo Fei, but they had all broken through the Zhendan realm. Although they have the full support of a huge family behind them, their artistic conception belongs to them and is unique.

Artistic conception is the embodiment of the state of mind, and they complement each other. The more stable the state of mind, the less you have to worry about going astray and can avoid the catastrophe of the inner demon.

Sadly, the state of mind of the sect disciples who practice Taoism on the top of the mountain is not as good as the genius of the family who plays and fights in the mortal world.

If you want to understand Taoism, you still need to experience the baptism of the vicissitudes of life and the experience of the mortal world, otherwise it will be difficult to achieve.

Tianqijing, Tianyin Street, Luo Chuan felt enlightenment.

With the improvement of the state of mind, the two virtual pills in the body rotate faster and continue to gather and condense. With the three thousand pieces of Qingling stones swallowed in the Transmission Daoyuan, Luo Chuan clearly felt that his skills were more advanced than before.

A trace of evil charm floated on the pale face, and Luo Chuan's eyes were cold and thoughtful.

For some reason, these people knew him and came to him.

Perhaps half of the young generation of masters in Tianqijing gathered here.

Luo Chuan vaguely guessed that Zhou Zhihao's identity might have been changed.

"I am honored to be greeted by you all when I first arrived. There are also four masters on the Qingxian list. What a big battle, are you trying to scare me?"

Hearing this, Sima Wuji and the other two showed strange colors, but soon their attention was attracted by the monk in the empty temple.

As the moon slid down the western sky, the monk in the empty temple took a step forward.

As he took that step, the moonlight poured all over his body, flowing along the long street along the monk's robe, and his whole demeanor changed, like a mountain blocking a river, blocking Luo Chuan's way.

"Blocking the way?" Luo Chuan raised his eyebrows.

"You disturbed my sweet dream, so don't even think about leaving." The monk in the empty temple smiled slightly, his eyes still clear.

The vigorous fighting spirit burst out from the clear eyes of the monk of the empty temple. He stood in the middle of the avenue, like a huge mountain that reached the sky and the earth. If he didn't split the mountain, there would be no way to go.

Luo Chuan, with a black robe and a bloody sword, stood straight at the other end of the long street. The night wind blew, and the sleeves of his robe fluttered, like a lone eagle picking its feathers in the wind.

When the moonlight flowed along the monk's robe, it was about to overflow to Luo Chuan's feet, and Luo Chuan's long-suppressed fighting spirit finally burst out.

"Ninth on the Qingxian List? Let me meet you for a while."

With an unrestrained laugh, Luo Chuan's figure disappeared.

The next moment, he appeared in the air, his body stretched out, his sleeves bulged, and the Tianri long sword held tightly in both hands drew an impeccable arc. The fifty-foot Danmang was like a crescent moon across the sky, slashing across the long street and slashing at the monk of the empty temple.

Under the moonlight, a young Taoist monk in strange clothes looked up at Luo Chuan.

There was a bit of childishness in his clear eyes, and his eyes shone with innocence, curiosity and fearlessness, which constituted a very attractive quality.

The fifty-foot blade light shattered the night sky and descended on the head of the empty temple monk.

The empty temple monk smiled slightly and whispered: "Duh!"

A black abyss-like aura spread out from his body, and his white jade-like palms clasped together. The majestic energy rose from under the monk's robe of the empty temple monk and gathered into a huge transparent round shield above his head.

Luo Chuan slashed down with a knife, and the knife energy wrapped in the power of heaven and earth gathered and concentrated, hitting the center of the round shield without deviation.

Ding!

The empty temple monk did not move at all, and the transparent round shield on his head shook slightly. The energy flowed from the round shield in all directions like the receding sea water.

The two knew that this first move was just a test.

The sound attack technique of the empty temple monk contained Zen meaning, which changed into a shield and steadily blocked Luo Chuan's flying attack.

"It's my turn."

The empty temple monk said lightly, and he didn't know when a bronze Zen stick appeared in his hand. The Zen stick looked like a green dragon crawling on the ground under the moonlight, lifelike.

"Great Power Zen Sutra, Dragons and Snakes Subdue!"

A fifty-foot Dan Gang surged out from the Zen staff, like thin ice, indestructible.

In midair, Dan Gang suddenly split and split, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into thousands of Dan Gang, like dragons and snakes flying. Dragons fly to the sky, snakes soar in the wild, gather into a formation, evolve wonderful trajectories, and fly towards Luo Chuan densely.

True Dan level three, Dao Dan period, can refine Dan Gang.

Compared with the Dan Sha of the second level of True Dan, Dan Gang is of better quality. Dan Gang is like fine iron, Dan Sha is like rotten wood, and the Dan Mang of the first level of True Dan is not worth mentioning compared to it.

Facing the overwhelming Dan Mang, Luo Chuan is not afraid at all.

With his eyes closed and opened, his mind ascended to the gate of heaven, and the trajectory of thousands of Dan Gang was all taken in by Luo Chuan.

With a strong fighting spirit bursting out in his eyes, Luo Chuan took a step forward. His body movements suddenly became natural, without a single flaw on his body, like a majestic mountain standing in the midst of a raging tide, unable to be shaken by the surging waves.

"Good!"

Cheers rang out from the attics on both sides.

Those who came here to watch the battle were all top-notch masters of the younger generation of Tianqijing, with extraordinary vision.

When Luo Chuan slashed with his sword before, many people still had some doubts in their hearts. But when Luo Chuan took this step, his body movements were perfect and seemed impeccable, and the doubts in everyone's hearts faded a little.

With his breath sinking into the Huangting, Luo Chuan drew his sword again.

Tianri's long sword soared into the sky, and the Dan light did not emit, but the seven-foot-long sword seemed to extend infinitely, and the blade twisted and inserted into the overwhelming Dan Gang.

The Dan Gang all over the sky, like a dragon and snake killing formation, was stopped by Luo Chuan's unrestrained sword, and it stagnated in the air in an extremely strange way.

Luo Chuan's knife seemed ordinary, but in fact, he had already exerted his skills to the limit, controlling the qi with the knife and breaking the surface with a point. The "Great Power Zen Sutra" method of the monk in the empty temple was indeed powerful, at least belonging to the middle third grade method, but it was also restrained by Luo Chuan for a while.

A gleam flashed in the eyes of the monk in the empty temple, and the fighting spirit between his brows became stronger.

He did not see any movement, his body had swept over ten steps, and appeared in front of Luo Chuan in the blink of an eye.

Reaching out to the sky, the empty temple monk took back the Dan Gang in the sky and gathered it into a seed-sized light spot.

"Great Power Zen Sutra, Bodhi Flower Blooms!"

The empty temple monk approached.

He did not walk fast, but every step he took left a trace of a five-petal white lotus on the bottom of his feet. When he came three steps in front of Luo Chuan, the green Zen stick "hummed" and bloomed a transparent Dan Gang white lotus, covering Luo Chuan.

The Dangang White Lotus was flying in the air, lifelike, and each petal was growing and spreading at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to follow. The white lotus, which was originally full of holy aura, suddenly transformed into a big open mouth, spreading a terrifying aura that seemed to be able to swallow everything in the world.

At this moment, Luo Chuan's heart entered a state of calm.