Supreme Immortal Demon

On the Holy Maiden Baoxiang, the female Taoists gathered around the boat and looked at the world under the boat.

"It's a bitter cold day here. It's as cold as the legend says."

"Senior Sister Wang, you were here ten years ago, please tell us."

"Yes, Senior Sister Wang, what kind of place is the Great Misery and Bitter Cold Heaven? We don't know very well yet."

The beautiful female Taoists surrounded a female cultivator in a snow-white feather skirt and asked twitteringly.

The female Taoist surnamed Wang couldn't resist the crowd and sighed: "The Great Bitter Cold Heaven is one of the nine heavens and belongs to the lower three realms of the nine heavens. Before the Great Nirvana, there were many terrifying and tyrannical beings in the Great Bitter Cold Heaven. The overall strength is even higher than that of the ten major realms. During the Great Nirvana, the stars fell, and the Great Misery and Bitter Heaven bore the brunt of the disaster. The heaven that was once so high was now reduced to a dead land, and it has not recovered its strength to this day, and was later destroyed by the world. Lord Holy Buddha has designated it as the Bitter Cold Heavenly Prison, and there is also the Ancient Heavenly Tower of Ten Thousand Prisoners, which is specially used to imprison the evil and evil people."

"The evil and evil people... are the Dao slaves we will select later? What if they are determined to be evil and want to fight back?" A young female Daoist asked.

Before the female cultivator surnamed Wang had time to answer, a gentle voice sounded from the side: "Don't worry, fairy, this kind of thing will never happen. The Ancient Heavenly Tower of Ten Thousand Prisoners was jointly built by the ancestors of the Holy Buddha Realm, and it contains forbidden laws. There are countless formations, and there is even an ancestor who is personally stationed on the eighth floor. Even if Xuanjun and the ancestors are trapped in the tower, let alone the Dao slaves, they will not be able to escape. "

The women turned their heads and saw a handsome young man nine feet tall and dressed in brocade.

The young monk has bright eyes and white teeth, a face like a crown of jade, a handsome demeanor, and a jade tree facing the wind. Behind him were more than a hundred Lunshan snow slaves ten feet tall and wearing magical armor. In Dao Slave. The Lunshan Snow Slave was considered to be of the highest quality. The Lunshan Snow Slave with one white head and many heads in the Return to the Void Realm was extremely valuable, showing the young monk's extraordinary wealth and status.

The most impressive thing is the young man's eyes. In a pair of blue eyes, the pupils are engraved with circle-shaped mysterious patterns. They are the famous innate spiritual eyes in the world, the Big Ferry Eyes!

Those with primary ferry vision. Can simulate the opponent's method in a short period of time. Those with intermediate-level Ferry Eye can decipher the opponent's method in a short time. Those with top-level Ferry Eye can create higher-level methods based on the opponent's method within a certain period of time. .

Even though the young man's current cultivation level is only the third level of Transformation Infant. But he was born with big ferry eyes, which already gave him the terrifying potential of at least a first-class genius.

"Young Master Qing." The female cultivator named Wang nodded to the young man with a cold expression.

The other female cultivators have also put away their liveliness and have cold eyes and cold expressions, but from time to time someone secretly looks at Young Master Xiang Qing.

Feeling the fiery gazes of several young female cultivators, Mr. Qing smiled slightly: "My family also has property in the Great Misery and Bitter Cold Heaven. Lin Bochan, the chief supervising deacon on the seventh floor of the Wanqi Ancient Heaven Tower. He is also my father's close friend. I call him Uncle Lin. . After entering the Ancient Heaven Tower of Ten Thousand Prisoners, I sent people to find Uncle Lin. With his help, the fairies will have priority in choosing whatever kind of Tao slave they want, and it will be much cheaper."

"Thank you, Mr. Qing, for your kindness. I understand." The female cultivator surnamed Wang refused.

"Senior Sister Wang, there is no need to refuse. My mother comes from a holy sect. Before she married my father, she was an elder of the noble sect. From a perspective, we can be regarded as half of the same sect. Moreover, this time I took advantage of Senior Sister Wang's flying boat, and Qing Mou helped me a little. It's reasonable." Mr. Qing said with a smile.

"This..." The female cultivator surnamed Wang thought for a while and nodded: "In that case, I would like to thank Mr. Qing. I remember that when I met Mr. Qing the year before last, he was still at the second level of Transforming Infants, and now he is attacking the fourth level of Transforming Infants. The 23-year-old Huaying Third Level, coupled with Da Ferry Eye, is worthy of being rated as a first-rate talent on the Taishang Qian Dao Ranking."

"Senior Sister Wang, you've received the award. Our mere qualifications mean nothing in front of the top ten holy sects in Tianchen Continent." Mr. Qing said modestly.

"Young master, you are so arrogant and belittle yourself. Among the disciples of our Holy Sect who have started in the past ten years, only Bai Yiqing's cultivation speed is comparable to that of the master." As she spoke, the female cultivator surnamed Wang glanced at the cabin not far away with a slight expression. Showing complexity: "Junior Sister Bai is naturally beautiful, has a good temperament, and is very talented. She and Young Master Qing are a perfect match. Junior Sister Bai is usually too focused on training. Young Master Qing needs to work harder to impress her."

"I think Junior Sister Bai is too aloof and cold. Young Master Qing has even come here to chase her, but she still seems to be ignoring him. She really has a high level of vision."

Several female Taoists were heard discussing from the side. The sound was not loud, but it was enough for Young Master Qing to hear.

"Is it possible that Junior Sister Bai can't even look down on a top-notch genius like Mr. Qing? Hehe, I don't know if there is any young genius in the world who can come into the eyes of Junior Sister Bai."

"Perhaps Junior Sister Bai wants to imitate her master, Taoist Master Yuxia, and spend her whole life practicing hard. Unfortunately, Taoist Master Yuxia went on an expedition to the Great Kunhai in the far north half a year ago and has not returned yet. He disappeared together with three of the sect's most important treasures... …Maybe he ran away with the treasure.”

"Without the protection of Taoist Master Yuxia, unless Junior Sister Bai can enter the top ten in the Realm Fighting Competition twenty-five years later, otherwise, she will have to accept the Taoist companion assigned by the sect."

Listening to the strange discussions among the female cultivators, the female cultivator surnamed Wang frowned and shouted coldly: "That's enough, I have no ability in cultivation, but I do have the ability to talk about others! Junior Sister Bai's talent in the Saintess Baoxiang's Star-Swallowing Technique far exceeds Each of you has already reached the Transformation Infant Realm after only five years of joining the sect. Don’t blame me for not reminding you, in the Holy Sect, strength is the prerequisite for everything.”

Hearing this, the female Taoists all shut their mouths. Although they looked dissatisfied, no one spoke anymore.

"Young Master Qing." Senior Sister Wang turned to the young man and said calmly: "We are about to land. I would like you to call Junior Sister Bai for me."

"Dare you disobey me?" Young Master Qing smiled slightly and held his hands in appreciation: "If possible, I would like to ask Senior Sister Wang to say a few kind words for me. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will understand the Dharma of my destiny for Senior Sister Wang.

Senior Sister Wang's eyes lit up and she looked at Mr. Qing up and down, her voice fluctuating a little: "Is it possible that Mr. Qing has already developed the Intermediate Big Ferry Eye?"

Young Master Qing smiled and said nothing, and the pupils of his eyes rotated, showing two circles of mysterious patterns.

"Sure enough, it is an intermediate level big ferry eye... In this case, Young Master Qing's qualifications have reached the level of a super-class genius." Senior Sister Wang looked at Young Master Qing and her attitude became enthusiastic: "It seems that Young Master Qing is already preparing for the future. Prepare in advance for the competition. With Young Master Qing’s qualifications, it’s not a problem for him to be a top-notch genius... Junior Sister Bai should be tempted this time.”

"Haha, thank you, senior sister." Mr. Qing smiled, turned around, and walked towards the cabin with confidence.

…

In the ancient Tianwan Prison Tower, in the passage leading to the seventh floor, a young monk wearing a mysterious black robe was walking forward slowly.

Luo Chuan didn't dare to walk too fast. Because in front of him, there are more than a dozen supervisory monks, whose cultivation levels range from the Return to the Void Realm to the True Dao Realm. If Luo Chuan runs too fast, they will definitely arouse their suspicion.

The passage leading to the seventh floor is no longer as gloomy and dark as the previous floors.

The passage on this floor is more like a corridor. It is very spacious. The top and bottom are covered with snakeskin, printed with runes and stars. It creaks under the feet and is slightly elastic.

The supervisory monks walking on this floor are also more relaxed. They are no longer as nervous and serious as before. Whether they know each other or not, they will chat for a while.

"This fellow Taoist is very handsome. He has become a supervisory monk at the Infant Transformation Realm. Tsk, tsk, I wonder which sect my friend comes from." A supervisory monk at the Return to the Void Realm next to Luo Chuan held it in for a long time and finally endured it. kept asking.

"I don't know what to call you." Luo Chuan forced out a stiff smile and tried to look kinder.

During the year and a half in the cannon fodder camp, Luo Chuan laughed very few times, and he almost stopped laughing.

"This is Chun Leng. I come from the Pingyang Sect in the Holy Buddha Realm." Although the supervisory monk was tall and thick with a beard, he spoke very politely: "We are almost at the intersection ahead. I don't know if you are going to the eighth floor or... Go straight out from the seventh floor?"

"Exit the seventh floor. Where are you, fellow Taoist?" Luo Chuan asked.

"You are so lucky to have gone out so quickly. I have to go to the eighth floor to serve my ancestor." The supervising monk sighed.

"Serve the ancestor?" Luo Chuan looked strange.

"Yes." The supervising monk looked at Luo Chuan strangely: "You are really new here. Master Zu Zun is in seclusion on the eighth floor, and by the way, he is guarding the Ancient Heaven Tower of Ten Thousand Prisoners. Ten monks are sent from there every month Take turns to serve Lord Ancestor."

"Retreat?" Luo Chuan's heart beat faster and his eyes showed a cold light.

damn it! I was almost deceived by that Li Guang! He also told me that my ancestor was imprisoned here, and it turned out that he wanted to trick me into committing suicide! so close!

Luo Chuan secretly thought that he was lucky. If he hadn't recovered his magic power midway, he would most likely listen to Li Guang and go find the "imprisoned" ancestor.

Luo Chuan and Chun Leng chatted while walking along the long snake corridor.

Half an hour later, when a ray of moonlight came from the far end of the corridor and spread along the snakeskin floor to the soles of Luo Chuan's feet, Luo Chuan's body froze uncontrollably.

Luo Chuan lowered his head and stared at the moonlight under his feet. Gradually, his heartbeat accelerated, and the blood in his body flowed crazily. His whole body was immersed in excitement, excitement, and ecstasy, and he was almost out of breath.

Two years of mass graves of bones and one and a half years of darkness in the cannon fodder camp imprisoned Luo Chuan without even a breath of fresh air, let alone moonlight.

Damn cannon fodder camp! Damn the Ancient Tower of Ten Thousand Prisoners! Uncle, I can finally go out! Go out swaggering!

Luo Chuan raised his head and took a breath to calm down his fluctuating emotions. With a pleasant smile on his lips, he walked forward.

But at this moment, Luo Chuan's expression changed slightly, and an acquaintance appeared at the entrance of the corridor not far away.

Beishajun!

Bei Shajun, one of the three leaders of the Cannon Fodder Battalion, returned early!

PS: According to the conventional routine in movies to avoid being chased, the protagonist must turn his head and kiss the person next to him to avoid...