In the silent world, there is no light, no wind, and no sound, except Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan felt that he was trapped in an endless abyss and was completely isolated from the outside world.

The boundless silence and despair lingered in Luo Chuan's heart. Luo Chuan knew that his mood gradually fell with the surge of Dao Fire.

This situation is like when I just practiced the Nine-Death Life Age, what is worse than the initial practice of Nine-Death Life Age is that Luo Chuan cannot even sense the existence of his body.

"The Taoist fire practice method in the Immortal Dynasty of Taoist Immortality must be a grand and meticulous system. My Taoist fire is different from the ancient Taoist fire. It is naturally very dangerous to take elixirs but not practice martial arts."

"No matter how profound and obscure the martial arts are, they are also created by humans. The ancestors of the Taoist Immortal Dynasty were able to create the "Eight Desolations of Ancient Fire Arts". Why can't I deduce the practice method at this time based on my own situation?"

"One way, one world, one method, one universe. Man made the furnace in the furnace, and he refined the cauldron in the cauldron... The fire of the ancient Tao is the inheritance of blood, but my Tao fire was born through martial arts and opportunities... "Nine Destructions and Nine Births of the Supreme Wuji Gong"... Wuji..."

Luo Chuan muttered silently, and based on the last trace of thought, he deduced it.

Whether it is Bo Taiyi's ancient road fire or Zhou Buchen awakened the ancient Tiannan Domain bloodline and gave birth to the ancient road fire, they all have one common feature, that is, they still belong to the category of fire transmission, but are passed on through bloodlines.

Although the ancient Taoist fire is far stronger than the ordinary Taoist fire, once it grows to a certain extent, it will often be out of control.

Perhaps as Zhao Ruyi said, Taoist fire is a gift of heavenly Tao. The ancient Taoist fire belongs to a special Taoist fire, similar to the ** life body. Although it can enhance the talent potential of a cultivator, once Taoist fire is stronger than the natal of a cultivator, it will be difficult to be controlled again, and it may even be retaliated.

Luo Chuan’s Dao Fire is different, it is also the most life form. It is born together with Luo Chuan. Even if it is stronger than Luo Chuan’s natal, it will not backfire, and will only cause conflicts...

Suddenly, Luo Chuan understood!

His Taoist fire is the foundation of his natal cultivation, and the Nine Destruction and Nine Generations of the Supreme Wuji Gong dominates Luo Chuan's practice system.

Originally, the two lived in harmony, interacted with each other, and complemented each other, maintaining the balance of Luo Chuan's cultivation and Taoism.

But at present, the Dao Fire soared in a short period of time. The speed of increase was unprecedented, which suddenly disrupted Luo Chuan's cultivation system and broke the balance that had been maintained with the "Nine Destructions and Nine Births of the Supreme Wuji Gong".

The conflict between the two and the chaos in the practice system made Luo Chuan fall into the current dilemma.

"So it's that simple... Since the momentum of Taoist fire is difficult to stop, it can only improve the Nine-Death Life-Studying Achievement. Taishang Wuji... Wuji..."

Luo Chuan murmured, smiled slightly, and dissipated the last trace of thought without hesitation.

In the southwest corner of Duyu Gour Palace, Luo Chuan could no longer be seen in the skyrocketing Dao Fire, and there was no trace of breath.

At the east of the Taoist Palace, Zhou Buchen quickly opened his eyes and looked at Luo Chuan, shocked and suspicious.

"What's going on... Luo Chuan..."

Zhou Buchen didn't care about practicing, so he flew up and rushed towards the ball of Taoist fire in the east.

But before Zhou Buchen approached, a low roar was heard in the east. The roar came into Zhou Buchen's ears and rushed downwards. It spread to the ancient roar of the fire in Zhou Buchen's body.

Buzz!

A low echo sounded from Zhou Buchen's body, and there was a hint of fear. The Dao Fire soared, and a resistance arose in Zhou Buchen's body to prevent Zhou Buchen from approaching Luo Chuan.

"What are you afraid of!"

Zhou Buchen was furious and immediately raised his eyebrows: "What, do you still want to control me? Dream!"

Zhou Buchen roared, and the power of Taoism, vital energy and physical body burst out at the same time, suppressing the restless Taoist fire in his body, just like taming an animal.

For a moment, Zhou Buchen stayed in place, trembling all over, and his feet kept moving forward, trying to break free from the shackles of the Dao Fire.

"Haha!"

I don’t know how long it took, Zhou Buchen roared suddenly, and his Taoist power was thriving all over his body, and finally suppressed the Taoist fire. His Taoist fire was increased by dozens of times than before, but he was no longer uncontrollable as before, and he had completely surrendered to Zhou Buchen’s natal.

"Luo Chuan..."

Zhou Buchen shouted loudly and ran towards Luo Chuan. At this time, a burst of laughter rang in his ears, and the laughter came from the Daohuo in the west.

"I knew that even the fire of the ancient road, my brother could tame it."

A phantom slowly appeared in the Taoist fire, and the phantom turned into reality. Luo Chuan was sitting cross-legged in the Taoist fire with a smile.

"Luo Chuan! Are you messing around? Huh... Why do I feel like you have become a little different?"

Zhou Buchen stopped and looked up and down at Luo Chuan, with a curious look on his face.

"This fire is indeed the most difficult mystery in the human body."

Luo Chuan smiled slightly, stood firm on the ground, and the Nine Destroys and Nine Generations Taishang Wujigong was fully operational, bringing the Taoist fire into his body, forming a balance again.

Before, Luo Chuan dissipated his last thoughts, but it just confirmed the artistic conception of Wuji in "Nine Destructions and Nine Births of the Supreme Wuji Gong". Even the thoughts disappeared. Wherever he was born, there was no fixed number, it was Wuji.

While the Dao Fire was improved, Luo Chuan's understanding of "Nine Destructions and Nine Generations of the Supreme Wuji Gong" also increased to a higher level. The Taoist power and energy in his body were circulating rapidly, and his cultivation and Taoist practices were progressing rapidly. He had reached the late stage of the second stage of the Dao Wheel. All he could do was to break through the next level of the next realm, and only resources were left.

"wrong."

Zhou Buchen stared at Luo Chuan, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and suddenly he drew his sword out, Xuan Zhen alone in his left hand and empty sword sheath in his right hand, and two sword energy slashed out at the same time!

Luo Chuan did not move, smiling at Zhou Buchen's sword energy.

Bang!

The sword energy hit Luo Chuan's shoulders, but only a shallow sword mark was left.

"Luo Chuan...your body has become stronger again."

Zhou Buchen took the sword and sighed.

His sword did not exert all his strength, so Luo Chuan's previous physical cultivation would have ended up with blood splashing three feet after being hit. But at this time, Zhou Buchen looked at Luo Chuan's shoulders and even the sword marks were gone, as if the sword had not been slashed before.

"By chance, it broke through again." Luo Chuan smiled, feeling his new body, and his heart felt relieved.

His Dragon Body Art has been stagnant at the fourth level for more than two years. The fourth level of Dragon Body is already extremely strong. The four bloodlines turn into the four morals of the body and produce spirituality. The strength of the body is enough to resist the attack of ordinary Emperor masters. Now, with the improvement of Taoist fire, Luo Chuan's Dragon Body Art has accidentally broken through the fourth level of Dragon Body level and first entered the fifth level of Dragon Body!

Compared with the previous fourth level, the fifth level of Dragon Boat is another realm. The four blood dynasties are integrated, and the natal and physical body are combined again. The talent of the physical body is comparable to that of the ancient giant demon. With the strength of Luo Chuan's current physical body, the second emperor's attack can no longer pose a threat to him, and can even resist the power of an ordinary emperor's attack.

However, the strength of the body does not represent the strength of the body. Although Luo Chuan's physical strength has been significantly improved, it has only reached the third level of the heavens, which is still much shorter than the second emperor.

"Old Zhou, show you a new trick."

Luo Chuan smiled slightly, his body shook, and two brand new heads grew from both sides of his neck, and two arms were born under his ribs.

"Three heads and six arms... haven't used the physical appearance yet." Zhou Buchen looked surprised and then glared at Luo Chuan fiercely: "Don't behave anymore! By the way, it's really extraordinary to improve Taoist fire. Luo Chuan quickly get some resources to practice."

"Yes. Strike while the iron is hot and see if you can break through the third level of the Taoist wheel." Luo Chuan said with a smile: "There are still many resources in this gourd, which are very abundant."

"The third level of the Taoist wheel?" Zhou Buchen took a deep breath, feeling the Dao fire in his body that was so strong that even he could not imagine. There was a hint of pride in his hot eyes.

In Yingxian City, the number of monks is still increasing. In just two days, the number of people is almost approaching 200,000.

In a restaurant in front of the city, an old man with a decayed face took a sip of wine, licked his tongue, and spit out two spits.

"What broken wine!" the old man cursed loudly. He turned his head, looked at the wine on the tables of several brightly dressed monks, and swallowed secretly.

The waiter not far away looked at the old man, shook his head repeatedly, and said to himself: "I don't have the life of a young master, but I want to drink the young master's wine. Now there are all kinds of people in Yingxian City."

The old man looked at the waiter coldly, and the waiter laughed dryly, turned around and ran away.

"I am so depressed that I can't even drink good wine... Luo Chuan... Your group of bandits from the cannon fodder camp are all scoundrels! Bastards! A group of hooligans! They have stripped away the alchemy house of this road! Where are you guys?"

Taoist Kongkong sighed to the sky, touched the empty storage ring, his face full of melancholy.

"Forget it, I'll find a job when I go to the Immortal Master Road first."

Taoist Kongkong looked around and saw that the boss and the waiter were busy with other things, so he quickly grabbed two pieces of jade cakes and stuffed them into the storage ring, stuffed them into his mouth, then bounced up and rushed out of the restaurant!

"Customer, you haven't checked out yet!"

"He ran away...not good! Someone is here! Someone is eating the King's meal in Yingxian City!"

"Okay, I dare to eat the King's meal in Yingxian City! It's true that I'm disrespectful to the old man, are there any rules?"

Several monks who were upset about to follow the waiter to chase him, just when a low and hoarse voice sounded outside the restaurant.

"Don't go, his money is on my head."

The waiter stopped and turned to look. His pupils shrank sharply. He felt his heart beat faster. His legs became weak and he fell to the ground.

The waiter also has the cultivation level of the Infant Realm. He usually entertains monks from all directions and is knowledgeable, but the appearance of the group of people in front of him makes him shudder and his mood is shaking.

These nine monks are more than 100 feet tall and have kneaded muscles, like iron pouring in, full of terrifying explosive power. The most shocking thing is the vicious aura that faintly reveals on their bodies. The nine people stood together casually, giving people the illusion of facing the sea of ​​blood and corpse mountain.
Chapter completed!