Supreme Immortal Demon

"No way?"

Just when Luo Chuan was full of expectations and ready to build his foundation directly, the next blow made him extremely disappointed.

There are countless cultivation techniques in Jiulong Jun's memory, but most of them are techniques above the foundation-building realm, and they cannot be practiced before reaching the great perfection of foundation-building. The remaining few foundation-building techniques all rely on external objects, such as elixirs, magic tools, spiritual veins, demon sealing, etc.

"I don't believe there is no foundation-building technique suitable for me!"

Luo Chuan did not give up, closed his eyes and concentrated, and plunged into Jiuchen Jun's vast memory of techniques like the starry sky.

The sun rose and the moon set, and two days passed in a blink of an eye. During this period, the little stutterer secretly came to deliver food again. Unlike last time, he was particularly careful not to talk to Luo Chuan again.

Luo Chuan immersed himself wholeheartedly in Jiuchen Jun's memory of techniques. Except for a small amount of water, he did not touch a bite of rice. Although he did not find a suitable foundation-building method, his cognition of cultivation and strength made great progress, and his understanding of foundation-building had reached a very high level.

"This won't work. There's only a month left before the old lady's birthday party. Once the party is over, Luo Jiang will probably think of me."

When he thought of the third son who framed him, Luo Chuan suddenly felt a sense of urgency.

At the age of 20, he had cultivated to the Great Void Spirit Realm. The third son of the Luo family was definitely a genius picked out of a million. Even if such a genius came from the martial arts world, he was favored by the immortals of the Tang Kingdom. There was a rumor in Baiyujing that the immortals from Gu Yue Mountain did not leave because they took a fancy to several geniuses in Baiyujing, and Luo Jiang was one of them.

No matter his own strength or power, the third son of the Luo family was the best of the younger generation in Baiyujing. Being targeted by such a person, it was more likely to be dangerous.

Suddenly, a paragraph of text flashed in Luo Chuan's mind.

It was unknown which corner of Jiulongjun's memory this paragraph of text came from, as if it popped out of thin air.

"The human body has a great medicine that can become a great way. Nine deaths to seek a life, nine turns of the supreme method."

The first twenty words were no tricks.

But the more he read, the more frightened Luo Chuan became.

This foundation-building technique has a strange name, called "Nine Deaths and One Life Technique". Whether it is the concept or the foundation-building method, "Nine Deaths and One Life Technique" is very different from other techniques.

Not convinced, not swallowing pills, not nourishing spiritual veins... Its methods are very simple at first glance and not worth mentioning. But after careful tasting, I was shocked to find that every word and every paragraph in it contains the truth of the world and is thought-provoking.

"Nine Deaths and One Life Technique" was accidentally obtained by Jiulong Jun during an expedition. At first, he was quite amazed. He found 10,000 extremely talented boys to practice, but none of them succeeded. Jiulong Jun just thought he had picked up an antique technique before the Great Silence and threw it aside.

Half an hour later, Luo Chuan had memorized this foundation-building technique.

The purpose of this technique is to induce the huge potential of the human body through the way of life and death. At the beginning of building the foundation, without the help of external objects, without practicing external ways, without cultivating essence, but just putting oneself in a desperate situation of nine deaths and one life, nine deaths as medicine, great medicine becomes the great way.

There are nine kinds of death in life: hunger, thirst, cold, fatigue, deficiency, injury, illness, despair, and emptiness. Judging from the first six categories alone, the Nine Deaths and One Life Gong is extremely consistent with Luo Chuan's current situation. It is simply tailor-made for Luo Chuan, which makes Luo Chuan very excited.

But even a figure like Jiulong Jun, a peerless genius, failed to succeed. It is really hard to predict whether this "Nine Deaths and One Life Gong" can be practiced.

The sun shines in from the iron window, and Luo Chuan can feel that time is passing bit by bit.

Luo Chuan's eyes reveal a cruel look.

This is his only chance, and also his last chance. He has won the bet once yesterday, so why not bet again today?

Eliminating distracting thoughts, Luo Chuan sat cross-legged and concentrated his mind and breath.

For nearly three days, he had not eaten anything. His stomach was empty and he was so hungry that he could not be any hungrier. This was in line with the "hungry" formula.

Next, he was not going to drink any more water in order to achieve the "thirst" formula.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Chuan took off all his clothes, leaving only a pair of shorts. The biting cold air hit him and he shivered. Not long after, his face turned pale. The "cold" formula began to work.

After three days without closing his eyes, Luo Chuan relied on his spirit to support himself. He was already exhausted, but he proved the "fatigue" formula.

When it came to the "deficiency" formula... Luo Chuan suddenly opened his eyes with a look of surprise. When the internal breath moved to the lower Dantian, he actually felt the existence of the Qi Dan again.

It turned out that Luo Fu did not completely destroy my Qi Dan that day. She quietly left me a trace of Qi Dan that was difficult to detect... The only female young master of the second mansion, why did she do this?

Luo Chuan did not continue to think about it. If it were not for the memory of Jiulong Jun, Luo Chuan would be ecstatic at this moment. Now, this Qi Dan is just a burden to Luo Chuan.

With a sudden force, Luo Chuan circulated his internal breath and forcibly dispersed the Qi Dan!

Since Luo Chuan got the first Dan Dao secret book when he was ten years old, five years of skills have disappeared at this moment and completely turned into nothing. A strong sense of weakness swept over him, and Luo Chuan felt powerless all over, as if all the essence in his body had been drained out. This is the "loss" formula.

In addition, Luo Chuan was injured in the internal organs by the third son's lackey Pang Guan three days ago, and he has not yet recovered. The "injury" formula brought about.

So far, Luo Chuan has completed the first six formulas of "Nine Deaths and One Life". Only the three formulas of illness, extinction, and emptiness are missing.

Next, it is to practice according to the method, go through a process from death to life, seek the great medicine in the body, and induce unparalleled human potential.

Under the afternoon sun, Luo Chuan looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose. He silently recited the formula while circulating his inner breath according to the route of the exercise. Soon he began to enter a state of concentration.

On the first day, Luo Chuan's limbs were sore and his head was dizzy. His body became stiff due to the cold and his bones seemed to be frozen. The feeling of hunger came in waves. Luo Chuan was barely able to survive with only a breath of inner breath. This first day was already extremely difficult.

On the second day, Luo Chuan's body was still stiff and his limbs were sore, but his chest was burning hot, as if a fire was burning his heart. By the night of the second day, a foul smell emanated from his pores. Luo Chuan felt like he was about to die, as if the gates of hell were right in front of him.

On the third day, Luo Chuan's limbs were numb, his face was covered with sores, and the burning feeling in his heart moved down to the dantian in his abdomen. His skin seemed to have been rubbed hard, and red spots were all over his body. There was no part of his body that was not in unbearable pain. He had no strength left. Anyone would probably give up. Luo Chuan bit his tongue and persevered.

On the fourth day, Luo Chuan fell seriously ill. His whole body was swollen, his face was sallow, and his hair was dry and cracked. He circulated his internal breath according to the route of "Nine Deaths and One Life Kung Fu". At the end of each cycle, one of his internal organs would be pulled, like a fire knife scraping his bones, with extreme pain. At this point, there was no room for maneuver. Luo Chuan was barely alive and was barely alive.

Fortunately, he finally sensed the word "disease".

On the fifth day, it snowed again at noon, and snowflakes floated in through the cracks in the iron fence and fell on Luo Chuan's head. The swelling on Luo Chuan's body surface was subsiding at a speed visible to the naked eye. After half an hour, not only did the swelling on his whole body subside, but he was so thin that he seemed to have no more meat left, like skin wrapped around bones. There were no other changes. If there was a second person present, he would definitely think that Luo Chuan was dead.

On the sixth day, Luo Chuan's hair had fallen off completely, and he looked very strange, pale, weak, and blurred... It was completely impossible to describe it with words, just like a faint shadow drawn on a piece of paper, which could disappear at any time.

On the seventh day, the snow stopped again. The first ray of sunlight shone in from the window, and Luo Chuan's heartbeat kept getting faster as the temperature in the room gradually rose. He actually felt a little bit of life and could barely open his eyes.

There was only one month left before the old lady's birthday banquet, and this month was also his last chance to turn the tide. However, until now, he has not been able to comprehend the remaining two words, let alone practice the "Nine Deaths and One Life Gong". What's more, even if he practiced the "Nine Deaths and One Life Gong", he had just started to build the foundation.

Uneasy, worried, anxious... All kinds of negative emotions emerged from the bottom of his heart uncontrollably. By noon, Luo Chuan was so nervous that he almost suffocated. For the first time in his life, he felt a little desperate. At this moment, Luo Chuan suddenly realized that his mood at this moment just confirmed the "absolute" word formula?

The seventh trick, "disease", is a summary of the previous six tricks, while the eighth trick, "absolute", is a transformation from the outside to the inside, from the physical body to the mind.

Only the last trick, "emptiness", is left, where is it?

Luo Chuan used up his last bit of strength, sat cross-legged in meditation, and wandered in the world.

"Squeak!"

The iron window opened, and the bamboo basket slid down the wall. In the past seven days, the stuttering inner guard secretly sent food and water four times.

Although Luo Chuan closed his eyes, he could hear it.

......

After Lu Ping put down the bamboo basket, he took back the chain. Just like the day before, there was no response from the other side of the wall, as if there was no one inside. Lu Ping hesitated for a moment and put his ear to the wall.

After a long time, there was no sound from the secret room. Thinking back to the dying appearance of Luo Chuan when he was sent in, Lu Ping's heart tightened and frowned bitterly.

He was seventeen years old this year and had been an inner guard in Luo Mansion for only three years.

Three years ago, a strange snowstorm destroyed his home. Both his parents died in the disaster, leaving him and his sister to depend on each other. Lü Ping's family was very poor, so poor that Lü Ping didn't even have money for his parents' funeral. He took the few remaining copperware in his family to the night market to exchange for money. He was young and stuttered when he spoke, so he was soon surrounded by a group of nobles, who teased him. Lü Ping was thin-skinned and accidentally offended the nobles. Those nobles ruthlessly destroyed all his belongings and walked away laughing.

Lü Ping hugged the broken pieces of copperware tightly, his eyes red, and his heart was dead.

At this time, a young man walked out of the crowd. Although the boy's dress was not as rich and luxurious as those nobles who left, he was also dressed in brocade robes and cotton clothes. The boy was younger than him, just over ten years old, but he was much more mature than him in both manners and demeanor.

The boy didn't say anything, but took out all the silver coins from his arms and put them in front of him, and walked away without looking back.

When Lü Ping reacted, the boy had disappeared.

With the money, he buried his parents and settled his sister. Lu Ping found a big house and worked as a hired worker. Because he was quiet and quick, he was soon recommended by his master to join the Luo family. In the second house, he began to practice Dandao martial arts and was selected as an inner guard because he was quick to learn.

Although the duty of the inner guard is to guard the inner house, he does not have much contact with the children in the house on weekdays.

Three years later, when Lu Ping, who was responsible for guarding the backyard, saw Luo Chuan again, his former benefactor had become a prisoner.

"What are you doing!"

A cold shout came from behind Lu Ping.