Supreme Immortal Demon

"You call me fellow Taoist. Haha..." The boy laughed for a long time and pretended to cup his hands: "My Taoist name is Ziyun. I have met fellow Taoist."

Luo Chuan was also amused.

Ziyun didn't know what he thought of, and his eyes turned red: "It's not that easy to cross the sea. Every year, many people cross the sea, but among the 10,000 people, not one can come back."

"Just do your best and obey fate." Luo Chuan said casually.

"Do your best and obey fate." Ziyun repeated it several times and his eyes lit up: "That makes sense! Okay, I'll take you there now. But before crossing the sea, we need to prepare for at least two months and collect dragon bone wood to build a big ship. Boat, we need to prepare a lot of food.”

As he spoke, a vine filled with spiritual energy appeared in Ziyun's hand and he pulled hard.

The night wind roared, and a dragon tied by vines flew down from the sky and landed smoothly at the feet of Ziyun.

Ziyun touched the dragon's head and smiled: "Fellow Taoist, let's ride a dragon to the beach. What's your name?"

"Luo Chuan."

"Luo Chuan... cluck." The boy laughed for a long time.

Luo Chuan touched his nose and couldn't figure out what was so funny about this name.

As the boy rode on the dragon's back, the two of them flew into the night sky with the dragon.

Under the six stars, there are winding peaks and huge swamps and large lakes. From time to time, you can see children and teenagers flying on dragons, laughing and joking, greeting Ziyun cheerfully, and looking at Luo Chuan with a curious look on his face.

"Ziyun, are they all senior brothers of your sect?" Luo Chuan asked.

"Zongmen... I am not qualified to join the sect yet. Our tribe only raises dragons for the sect. Only three with the best natal physiques every year can be selected by the sect. My natal physique is very average. There is no hope of entering the sect." Ziyun said casually, as if he was not worried about entering the sect. Not much interest.

"What level does the sect supported by your tribe count in the Tiannan Region?" Luo Chuan asked again.

"You are talking about the Scarlet Yuan Sect. In addition to our Zi tribe, there are six tribes that are helping them raise fairy beasts." Ziyun thought for a moment and said, "I remember grandpa said that the Scarlet Yuan Sect is in the Tiannan Territory. It can only be considered a small and medium-sized sect. There are more than a thousand like Chiyuan Sect.”

Luo Chuan was silent.

Among the peaks, Luo Chuan saw more than five hundred dragons alone, not counting the dragons sleeping in the giant lakes and pools. A sect supported by such a tribe is only a small or medium-sized sect...

About half an hour passed. Luo Chuan and Ziyun rode dragons. Come to the seaside.

The tide surges. The waves are as high as peaks, and the water is as white as transparent white gauze, reflected by the stars. Shining with purple brilliance.

"What a big sea." Luo Chuan sighed.

Ziyun threw the dragon into the sea and led Luo Chuan towards the bonfire in the distance.

On the beach, bonfires are lined up, and men and women sing and dance around the bonfires.

The night wind blows and the waves come one after another.

Young tribal men gathered around the bonfire, their faces flushed by the light of the fire. They stepped to a wonderful rhythm, bent down and clasped their hands together, dancing gracefully as if worshiping the mountains, seas, heaven and earth.

In front of the campfire. A young girl in a snow-white dress hugged her knees, drank Douzhong wine, and sang ancient songs softly, sometimes cheerfully, sometimes melancholy.

In ancient times, there was a tribe of the Purple clan who danced and played with the shadow of the moon. The fox ghosts did not worship the mountain and lived forever.

Luo Chuan sat on the back of a dragon and looked from a distance, becoming more and more frightened as he looked.

The aura exuded by those young people was so terrifying, as if they were powerful beasts that could break mountains and flatten rivers with just a move of their hands.

"The young tribe disciples alone have life energy that exceeds that of the Transformation Infant Realm. This small purple tribe alone is probably enough to level the Void Mountain Realm." Luo Chuan thought to himself.

"Ziyun, why are you here?" One person turned his head and greeted Ziyun with a smile.

"Luo Chuan wants to cross the sea. I'll take him to cut trees and pick fruits." Ziyun touched his head and said.

A group of people turned to look at Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan was also looking at them.

There are hundreds of people in this group. They are a little older than Luo Chuan, but they are only in their early twenties. Their skin is reddish-copper, weathered by wind and sun, and each one has strong vitality and blood, inadvertently revealing the vitality of life. But it was three or four times that of Luo Chuan.

"Luo Chuan, they are all juniors of the Seven Tribes, you can come together then." Ziyun introduced to Luo Chuan.

At this time, a young man stood up, looked at Luo Chuan, and then looked at Ziyun: "Ziyun, you are fooling around again. Your friend's physique is too weak, let alone crossing the sea, even the keel You may not even be able to harvest the wood.”

As he said that, the man turned to Luo Chuan and smiled kindly: "Friend, crossing the sea is not a joke. Without a strong boat, this sea cannot be crossed."

Ziyun was stunned and looked at Luo Chuan embarrassedly: "Luo Chuan, I forgot to tell you. If you want to collect dragon bone trees, you need to go to the Dragon Burial Mountain Forest in the west. The deeper you go into the Dragon Burial Forest, the more the dragon bone trees grow. The older you get, the harder it gets, but the closer you get to the depths, the more powerful the beasts are.”

"Forget it, since this friend insists on crossing the sea, come with us to pick wood in half a month." Another person stood up and smiled towards Luo Chuan: "Come on, let's drink first ”

"Luo Chuan, he is the number one among our Zibu juniors, Zilong. He is also planning to cross the sea this year and challenge Tiandao Peak." Ziyun whispered, facing Zilong, he was a little nervous.

"Then, thank you Brother Zi."

Luo Chuan was generous and joined in with a smile, took the jar, drank heavily, and quickly blended in with the crowd.

After drinking, Luo Chuan felt a trace of his pure essence overflowing from the drink, nourishing his internal organs. After drinking ten cans of wine and eating the Lin mutton leg handed over by Qingyun, Luo Chuan's energy and blood surged like a dragon in his body, and his vitality increased a little.

"Just eating and drinking can increase the vitality of life. This is simply a treasure land for cultivation."

Luo Chuan sighed.

The vitality of the hundreds of young people around him was two or three times that of Luo Chuan, and the purple dragon was five times that of Luo Chuan.

The vitality of life has nothing to do with cultivation, but it is the foundation of cultivation. If we say that the life energy of people in Luo Chuan's time was like grass seeds. Then the vitality of human life in this era is like the seeds of a towering tree. Later. The bigger the gap.

"No wonder the Tiannan Territory of my time was just a small, unpopular realm in the Jiutian Realm. The foundation was already far behind. Unless we had constant adventures and hard training, we would never be able to catch up. The geniuses of Tianchen Continent. How terrifying is their vitality..."

Luo Chuan drank wine, thinking about his thoughts, and became more and more looking forward to the ethereal Tiandao Peak.

…

Time passed day by day, and for half a month, Luo Chuan followed Ziyun around, eating and drinking, replenishing his vitality, and waiting for the day of harvesting wood.

Half a month later. The sun has just risen. Luo Chuan followed everyone to a deserted mountain forest.

The mountains and forests are huge. Blocking out the sky and the sun, it’s like a desert. In the mountains and forests, the roars of ferocious beasts can be heard from time to time. Powerful auras swayed out of the forest, lifting the robes and long hair of the tribal youths.

The seven major tribes, all under the jurisdiction of the Chi Yuan Sect, were divided into seven groups and entered the mountains and forests.

The Zibu troops were led by Zilong. Luo Chuan and Ziyun were the weakest and were protected in the middle of the team.

"The Dragon Burial Forest is divided into three levels. Our goal is the century-old dragon bones on the first level. We will encounter many ferocious beasts on the way. Everyone, follow me closely." Zilong said.

The young people from the Purple Department shouted in unison. Ziyun participated in forest hunting for the first time, although she was accompanying Luo Chuan. But he also had a sullen face and was very serious.

The large army marched forward and encountered many ferocious beasts along the way, including a white tiger with wings more than ten feet tall and a giant python as thick as five adults. Ziyun and the tribe's youth worked together to kill them all.

Luo Chuan observed carefully that these ferocious beasts had not yet developed their spiritual intelligence and had not developed any magic power. However, their vitality was stronger than that of the purple dragon, and their strength exceeded that of the Transformation Infant Realm.

Everyone fought their way out, chatting and laughing along the way.

In the evening, Luo Chuan followed the others to the mountain abyss at the end of the first floor and collected more than thirty century-old dragon bone trees.

"Brother Luo, you may not know the origin of dragon bone wood." Zilong turned his head and said to Luo Chuan with a smile.

"Do you have any explanation?" Luo Chuan asked.

"This dragon bone wood was coiled around the tree when the dragon died. After a hundred years, the dragon's corpse and the tree merged into one. The wood at this time was very hard and spiritual, and could withstand the impact of the huge waves of the chaotic star sea." Zilong road.

"Finally I found it. You can go back and build a big boat." Ziyun said with a smile.

Zilong also showed a bright smile: "However, I still want to enter the second level and collect thousand-year-old dragon bone wood. Which of you dares to go with me?"

Everyone inquired about each other, and finally twelve people came out.

Luo Chuan discovered that although the vitality of these twelve people was not as good as Zilong, it was still very close, four times higher than Luo Chuan.

"Count me in." Luo Chuan stepped out from the crowd.

The Zibu people are generous and enthusiastic. Luo Chuan feels a little embarrassed to eat and drink from them these days, and he has long thought of making some efforts.

Ziyun's face changed slightly and he hurriedly grabbed Luo Chuan.

Zilong also waved his hands repeatedly: "Brother Luo, it's better to stay here with Xiaoyun. The second floor is much more dangerous than the first floor, and the strength of the ferocious beasts inside is about five times that of the first floor. There are also many ferocious beasts that like to eat human flesh. Bird. If you go in with us, we will have to distract you and it will be dangerous for all of us."

The other Zibu disciples also tried to persuade Luo Chuan. They spoke directly and without any pretensions, but they did not have any ill intentions.

Just as Luo Chuan was about to speak, a terrifying aura rushed from the other side of the waterfall.

Zilong was the first to react, looking towards the sky, his face changed drastically: "No! It's a thunderbird! Hurry and hide!"

Zilong gave an order, and everyone in the Zibu retreated quickly.

Although the young people have no cultivation skills, their physical speed alone is no less than that of a transforming infant, and they can avoid the Thunderbird's attack in the blink of an eye.

The thunderbird has three heads and four wings, and its feathers sparkle with thunder. It has obviously been tempered by thunder and lightning.

Luo Chuan lost his skills, but he had already mastered the Dragon Body Technique to the second level, and his physical speed was not weaker than that of the young man Zibu, and he quickly escaped from the Thunderbird's attack range.

In his peripheral vision, Luo Chuan felt that something was missing.

Oops! Ziyun!

Luo Chuan suddenly turned around and saw Ziyun, who was running the slowest, let out a scream and was grabbed by the Thunderbird's iron claws and picked up.

"Ziyun!"

Seeing that Ziyun was about to be captured by the Thunderbird, the young people from the Purple Department stopped one after another. Under the leadership of Zilong, they grabbed the stones on the ground and threw them at the Thunderbird.

The rocks they threw rotated rapidly in the air, and the force they carried was enough to smash a hole in the hill, but they were easily avoided by the Thunderbirds.

"Let him go!" Zilong roared angrily, jumped up high, and appeared thousands of feet above in an instant, holding an iron spear and stabbing the Thunderbird.

Thunderbird looked at Zilong with disdain and waved his iron claw.

Although the purple dragon is powerful, it is far inferior to the hunting tired bird. What's more, his body couldn't stop in mid-air, and if the spear missed his target, he would no longer be able to exert any force.

With a "bang", Zilong was slapped down by the Thunderbird.

Plop!

Zilong fell to the ground, knocking a ten-foot-deep pit in the ground, and slowly climbed out, spitting blood.

The strong and powerful Zibu disciples jumped up and jumped thousands of feet into the air, trying to stop the Thunderbird, but their fate was the same as Zilong, who was slapped down by the Thunderbird like a fly.

There were big pits on the ground, and although the young men were not dead, they were also spitting blood and looking embarrassed.

"Xiaoyun!"

"No!"

"Monster, put Ziyun down!"

Zilong screamed, his eyes red. The other young men in the Zibu also had red eyes, clenched their fists, and shouted loudly.

The Thunderbird laughed eerily, flapped its wings, grabbed Ziyun, and was about to fly away.

Looking at Ziyun who was about to become a delicious meal for the Thunderbird, the Zibu disciples shed tears silently, and sadness and helplessness lingered in their hearts.

At this moment, another figure appeared in front of the Thunderbird!