"You are from the Demon Mountain Spirit Cave? What's your name?"

A monk with a blue air on his face looked down at Luo Chuan and asked.

"The Demon Mountain Spirit Cave...is...it is...the original path..."

Luo Chuan was as angry as a wandering thread, and he said intermittently. Before he finished speaking, he seemed to be unable to support him and fell down and "disturbed".

"This is not possible? It's really weak. Why did such a young boy send such a young boy to join the war? Even the hair is not growing yet?" A demon monk sneered.

"After all, I survived, but my injuries are really bad. Heal him first. When he wakes up, the adults may have something to ask him."

"Where are the monks sent to this trip to the Spirit Cave of Demon Mountain?" The monk with a green face stared at the marks on Luo Chuan's Taoist robe and asked in a low voice.

"It is said that only five people were sent, all on the Meteorite. What?"

"I always feel something is wrong in this path." The demon cultivator with a green face said lightly: "In this way, send him to the Dan cabin first, and send a message to the Moon Star to inquire about this. I hope that the monks in the Demon Mountain Spirit Cave are not dead yet.

Luo Chuan's retrograde movement was a life-long exercise, pretending to be seriously injured, and secretly brought the conversations of the demon monks into his ears. He clearly felt that the green-faced monk had already felt a little suspicious about his appearance.

Before Luo Chuan could think about it, he was picked up by a demon monk and walked into the boat cabin.

At the same time, the eight flying boats from the Demon Sect Palace, including Fa Liu, continued to sail towards the Bianhuang Blood Castle.

The internal structure of the Faliu name is obviously different from that of the Dragon. There is a hall on each floor of the Faliu name. Demon monks entrench the hall, either sitting in meditation or exercising their skills, or gathering in groups of three or five to drink.

In the fifth-level boat cabin, from top to bottom, the aura of each level of demon cultivator also goes from low to high. The lower the level, the stronger the demon cultivator is. This is exactly the opposite of the Dragon King.

Soon, Luo Chuan was taken to the deepest part of the Faliu by the demon cultivator. It does not belong to the fifth-layer boat cabin, but is more like a mezzanine hidden deep in the boat cabin.

Luo Chuan released the Tianmen Dharma Thought, and swept across this floor like flowing water. Soon, Luo Chuan discovered a dark and gloomy black stone prison, and the prison was filled with more than a hundred monks.

These monks are the human monks in the original Dragon King.

With just one glance, Luo Chuan saw the descendants of seven captured emperors, but did not see the descendants of two top emperors, Ran Fengjun and Yuan Shitian.

There are no demon monks guarding the Black Stone Prison, but there are ten demon lions patrolling in front of the prison gate.

The captured monks in prison were shrouded in a stream of evil blood, unable to move or speak, struggling like walking corpses.

"Ghost place! Only the eight flying boats, the only one is the Faliu.

The demon monk holding Luo Chuan cursed, with an impatient look on his face.

He stopped in front of a boat cabin with the Black Stone Bagua Gate, covered his nose and shouted loudly: "Old man, come out! There is another living dead!"

After saying that, he threw Luo Chuan into the Dan Cabin, muttered a few words, turned around and left.

Inside the Black Stone Bagua Gate, thick fog is filled with mist.

Danwu!

Luo Chuan was secretly surprised that at least tens of thousands of furnaces of elixirs were needed to produce the lasting elixir mist.

The elixir fog in front of you is like the fairy fog halfway up the mountainside of the blessed land of the cave. It has become a force, and even if a hurricane and rain hit, it cannot be blown away.

In the Tianmen Dharma, the elixir fog is "disassembled" into crystal-shaped particles, each of which is full and round, just like grains.

Luo Chuan could clearly sense that the magnificent spiritual energy contained in each elixir mist was not a day's effort. It would take at least dozens or hundreds of years to brew such a rich, pure elixir mist.

Could this Dan Cabin also be a magic weapon of Sumeru Jiezi?

A thought flashed through Luo Chuan's mind, but he didn't think much about it. His attention was focused on the thin and slender back deep in the fog.

At this time, the back slowly turned around and faced Luo Chuan.

It was a tall and thin old man with white eyebrows and drooping chins, wearing a simple gray linen sermon robe, with calm eyebrows and eyes, but his skin was extremely smooth, and there was almost no difference from the skin of a girl from the 28th.

In addition, the old man who bent over looked nothing special. His aura was only around the realm of transformation, sometimes high and sometimes low, and sometimes erratic. Even the heavenly gate Dharma thoughts could not be fully measured.

However, when he first saw the old man, Luo Chuan felt a little unusual in his body, but he couldn't say what was unusual.

"I'm sick? Haha, it's time to take medicine."

The old man glanced over Luo Chuan with a faint look, sucked a pot from a sheaf of medicine gourds from the corner of the wall, walked to Luo Chuan, pointed the mouth of the gourd at Luo Chuan's mouth, and slapped the bottom of the gourd.

His movements seemed very slow, but they were done in one go, exuding an indescribable rhythm. Luo Chuan instinctively resisted, but as soon as this thought arose, the gourd mouth was stuffed into his mouth.

So fast! Expert...

Luo Chuan felt a stern in his heart. The old man's cultivation and Taoism were far superior to him. However, no matter how Luo Chuan's Tianmen Dharma thoughts were exploring, the old man's aura was still floating up and down in the transformation realm without any increase. The demon cultivator who sent him in just now also shouted at the old man unscrupulously, obviously not taking the old man in his eyes.

The pills entered the throat, and Luo Chuan developed a deep sense of doubt.

But when the Dan Wan slid into Luo Chuan's abdomen, a trace of ominous premonition rose from Luo Chuan's heart.

Boom!

Dan Wan burst in Luochuan's abdomen!

The powerful and weird elixir power was like a ball of fire that burned in Luochuan's lower dantian. The elixir fire was fierce. If Luochuan's internal organs had not been tempered by the Dragon Body Technique countless times, he would have exploded and died!

"The little cubs are too careless now. A human monk can get in with just a little bit of magic." The old man's mouth slightly opened, slowly straightened his body, and his two white eyebrows trembled: "Your body is really good. At a young age, human body can cultivate to this level, which must be a series of adventures."

Staring at Luo Chuan, who was curled up in a ball and twitching and trembling on the ground, a trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, and the smile on his lips gradually spread: "Can you hold on? Unfortunately, the Emperor Fire Pill of this Dao cannot resist it by the physical force. However, this Dao Emperor Fire Pill can add a fire to your Huangting magic power and enhance the power of your Huangting magic power. But by then, you have become a human pill in this Dao."

"Babys, I've sent a big gift."

At this moment, the Faliu name suddenly swayed, and then the bell rang out from above the Faliu name.

"Have you arrived at Bianhuang Blood Fort?"

The old man murmured, and looked at the young man who was so angry that he was almost exhausted. After thinking about it, he reached out to type a Taoist talisman, imposed a restriction, sealed Luo Chuan at a three-foot place, and then continued to hunch over and slowly walked out of the boat cabin, and soon disappeared deeper into the boat cabin.

When the old man's breath disappeared completely, Luo Chuan opened his eyes, twitched his eyebrows, and endured the violent elixir fire in his lower dantian to support his body.

"It's really unlucky... I actually encountered such a weird person."

Luo Chuan's voice was like a mosquito, murmuring.

The old man hiding deep in the demon boat was obviously a hidden master. He saw through Luo Chuan's disguise at a glance and accurately judged Luo Chuan's cultivation level.

He saw so much in just one glance. This was the first time he had met such an expert since Luo Chuan officially left the Tiannan Domain.

However, the old man made many calculations, but there were still many things that were not calculated. At least Luo Chuan's real physical strength was much higher than what he predicted.

The dan fire in the lower dantian rushed around and swept across the country, and in a blink of an eye it was about to break through the Huangting secret realm.

Luo Chuan turned sideways, aimed at the restriction that sealed him, and raised his hand and punched him!

The restriction shook violently but did not break.

Luo Chuan was in a calm state and punched out another punch! Two punches, three punches, four punches... After six punches, the ban was finally broken by Luo Chuan, and the Taoist talisman was also split into pieces.

"Imperial Fire Pill... seems to have heard of it somewhere..."

Luo Chuan took a step forward and staggered in front of the old man's pill frame.

The elixir fire in the body faintly restrains the power of the body, and Luo Chuan's Huang Ting's magic power has always been far less powerful than the power of the body, and it is even more unsuppressible.

Moreover, the pills refined by real masters in the Nine Heavens World are not something ordinary methods can handle.

"With the Emperor Fire Pill, there must be the Emperor Ice Pill, the Emperor Cold Pill, etc...."

Luo Chuan was sweating heavily, and his skin was like a cooked prawn, red. Through his skin, he could see the burning pills deep in his body.

The Heavenly Gate Dharma Thought swept across the Dan Frame, and Luo Chuan quickly searched.

Sweeping through a pot of elixir gourds that emitted a cold smell, not long after, Luo Chuan found a gourd with an extremely cold smell in Migli in the upper left corner of the elixir.

He took action like lightning, Luo Chuan picked off the gourd. The back of the gourd was indeed engraved with two seal characters: Di Shui.

"The Emperor Water Pill... Water and Fire are in conflict, like Yin and Yang are in conflict..."

Luo Chuan pulled open the mouth of the gourd and stared at the round water-shaped pill inside. Several thoughts flashed through his mind, and a sudden look flashed in his eyes. He held the gourd and swallowed the Emperor Water Pill into his mouth.

The Di Shui Dan rolled down Luo Chuan's throat into his abdomen.

A boom!

The Emperor Water Pill explodes!

The water-based elixir power caused a wave of cold waves in the lower dantian of Luochuan, surging wildly!

Luo Chuan's face changed. He wanted to raise his foot and leave here, but found that under the impact of the two elixir forces, his body could no longer move.

What really made him feel bad was not that his body could not move, but that the two elixir forces did not impact, offset and merge with each other as he imagined.

The Emperor Fire Pill set off a prairie fire and attacked the Huangting Secret Realm from the left.

The Emperor Water Pill wrapped in surging ice waves and invaded the Huangting Secret Realm from the right.

One fire and one water seem to have some tacit understanding between each other. They do not directly conflict with each other, but each occupy one side of the Huangting Secret Realm, invade and erode, and snatch the Huangting Secret Realm step by step, but it seems that they want to use the Huangting Secret Realm as the battlefield to compete for the best and worst!
Chapter completed!