Shaking his head, Luo Chuan retracted his reverie.

Tianchen Buzhou is too far away, and it is useless to think too much. At the moment, he is just a little monk in a small realm.

Turning his head to look at the mist miasma at the junction of the second and third floors, Luo Chuan punched out.

The thirty-zhang golden mango was born like a dragon, and it smashed the miasma.

Airplanes!

The mist miasma shook slightly, and a ripple-like float appeared, and it regained its calm in a blink of an eye.

"The person who laid down this Yin Yang Array has cultivated to at least reach the infant realm. The ancestor in their mouths? ”

At this time, Luo Chuan's stomach screamed.

The figure flashed, and Luo Chuan disappeared in front of the cave.

It didn't take long for Luo Chuan to drag three giant yellow sheep back, each of the three yellow sheep was more than 30 zhang long, the size was huge like three century-old trees, and one sheep's hoof was bigger than Luo Chuan's whole person.

Boom!

Luo Chuan threw the sheep to the ground, grunted, and swallowed saliva.

When Li Quanfu was there, he especially loved to make mutton, boiled, stewed, stewed, and roasted...... changed the tricks to make for Luo Chuan to eat, even Bai Yiqing and Luo Fu were full of praise, not to mention Luo Chuan, who was not a picky eater.

Luo Chuan pinched his handprints, performed the fire method, and learned Li Quanfu's technique to make roast mutton.

In the blink of an eye, the first yellow sheep was roasted into charcoal ashes.

Luo Chuan looked at his masterpiece speechlessly, and turned his gaze to the second yellow sheep.

There was another burst of jumping up and down, Luo Chuan carefully controlled the fire this time, and in the blink of an eye, the second yellow sheep was finally ripe...... Charred, black, to be exact.

Luo Chuan was a little helpless, still didn't believe in evil, provoked the third yellow sheep, and cast a fire spell.

Gradually, Luo Chuan's method of manipulating the fire became more and more precise and meticulous, and his control of the fire method also quietly increased. Half an hour passed, and Luo Chuan was finally done.

This time, the yellow sheep is neither burnt nor mushy, exuding a strong fragrance.

Luo Chuan couldn't wait to take a bite, and his face froze. Cooked is cooked, and it can be eaten, but the taste is too far from the roasted whole sheep made by Li Quanfu, it is simply one day and one place.

"Little Lizi, where are you. ”

At this moment, Luo Chuan especially misses Li Quanfu, who is very cheap but makes good mutton. Pinching his nose, Luo Chuan swept the giant sheep away like a whirlwind.

"The Immortal Daomen really have a reason to compete for resources, and only with resources can they refine the spirit veins and cultivate monks. With so much flesh and blood, it is not as good as a Ten Perfection Great Tonic Pill. ”

Luo Chuan rubbed his belly and took out a few storage rings, wanting to see if there were any pill ores in the rings.

Huang Ting eats gas, and Lingtai eats meat. But no matter whether you cultivate the Yellow Court or the Spiritual Cultivation Platform, you can absorb the origin through pills, ores, spiritual veins, etc., and turn them into your own use. Of course, the required categories vary, and not all elixir spirit veins are suitable.

In the storage ring, Luo Chuan couldn't find the elixir or ore he wanted, but something caught his attention.

Looking at the ring engraved with the purple wind and thunder pattern in his palm, Luo Chuan smiled slightly: "As a Demon Dao Elder, Chang Qiu, there must be some good things in your ring." ”

Chang Qiu is dead, and the storage ring has become ownerless.

Luo Chuan's thoughts penetrated, and his brows furrowed.

There are a lot of things in the storage ring, but in addition to a few exercise cheats, the rest are women's intimate clothes, colorful, varied, loose and tight, all kinds, faintly exuding a woman's body fragrance.

Luo Chuan scratched his head: "Old pervert." ”

Just as he was about to put away the ring, at this moment, Luo Chuan saw a nine-foot long knife in the corner.

At first sight, Luo Chuan's eyebrows jumped.

It was a long, inky knife with two deep grooves in the blade, and blood flowed through it. If you look closely, you can see that it is the brilliance of the knife itself. I don't know how many monks died under this knife, but the blood was deeply engraved on the knife.

At the handle of the knife, the word "day" is engraved. At first glance, it looked plain, but at a glance, Luo Chuan only felt a chill flowing out from between those two words, and instantly turned into boundless demonic intent and poured towards Luo Chuan.

Hum!

Luo Chuan's eyes flashed blood-red, and a trace of demonic nature swung out from the heart lake, suppressing the long knife.

"Huh?"

Luo Chuan was secretly surprised, in the face of the demonic suppression of the Nine Dragonsman, the long knife was still shouting, as if it was demonstrating. Luo Chuan's trace of demonic nature was passed on from Jiulongjun and planted in the white bone furnace, although it was less than one-ten-thousandth of all Jiulongjun's demonic nature, it was extremely pure.

In other words, the magic of this long knife is also very pure, and it has its own knife nature, not just an ordinary magic weapon, it has risen to the level of a magic weapon.

Luo Chuan's wrist flipped and the long knife was in his hands.

The hilt of the sword was as cold as iron, and in an instant, a fierce aura was released from the spinning blade and soared into the sky.

Luo Chuan slashed backhand and slashed backwards.

In the night, a streak of blood flowed out like a substance, and wherever the blade went, both the dead wood forest and the swamp were reduced to ashes and powder.

Rumble!

Dirt flying.

Luo Chuan put away his knife, and a knife ditch more than forty miles long appeared behind him, and with one slash, it actually split the first and second layers of Hongshan Swamp in half!

"Good knives!"

Luo Chuan praised.

With the knife of Shicai, he only relied on the power of his body to slash it out casually, but he subconsciously operated the mental method of "my demon is compassionate". Unexpectedly, that nameless heart method was extremely suitable for sword techniques, and the power it exerted was also more powerful than that of the magic magic fist, Luo Chuan was secretly frightened.

"I see. My Demon Compassion is the Demon Dao Mental Method, and although my Magic Magic Fist is extremely powerful, it lacks a trace of demonic nature. Comparatively speaking, it is more suitable for this magic knife. ”

Under the gate of heaven, above the sea of thoughts, a new bubble rose. The bubbles shattered, the figure jumped out, and the knife technique was practiced.

Luo Chuan sat down cross-legged, and the long knife was placed in front of his knees. Unexpectedly, the blade suddenly trembled, emitted a knife sound, and flew up in a blink of an eye and turned into a ball of blood light, burrowing into Luo Chuan's heart.

Luo Chuan looked at it with his mind, and saw that at the height of the Lingtai, next to the Void Dan, the ink-colored long knife stood quietly.

"It's all about saying that the magic treasure has a spirit, since you want to, stay there. ”

Luo Chuan said in a low voice.

The long knife did not respond, like a lonely man, standing silently.

The moon sets and the sun rises, and the long night passes.

The first rays of sunlight fell from the sky, Luo Chuan stood up and slowly walked into the mist miasma at the junction of the second and third floors.

As soon as he walked into the fog miasma, Luo Chuan turned into a fresh breeze.

After breaking through the True Dan Realm, Luo Chuan performed the Wind Escape Technique again, which was more smooth and light than before, close to the real wind, formless and colorless, and without a trace.

But the scene on the third floor made Luo Chuan secretly surprised.

Unlike the first and second floors of Hongshan Marsh, there is no dead wood forest and no swamp land on the third floor. A mountain peak of nearly 100 zhang stands in the center of the third layer, and the rock wall of the peak is surrounded by many stone steps. The stone steps lead to the caves, from which there are occasional roars of pain, and it is impossible to distinguish between man and beast.

At the foot of the mountain peak, there is a mountain forest, and nearly a hundred black-robed men wander in the mountain forest, and their cultivation ranges from the foundation building to the Void Dan period. They all had white vines on their hands, and at the other end of the vine, there were monsters tied to them.

As described in the description of the ruthless fairy, these monsters are either human-headed and lion-headed, human-headed and beast-headed, and some are even more evil, either with bat wings on their backs or with four arms.

"They are all the lowest-level alien demons. ”

Luo Chuan's gaze fell back to the cave on the mountain peak.

"The Tianshui Divine Cover should be in one of the caves, but I don't know if the ancestor is still there. To be able to make such a big noise without alarming the cultivation world, this person is not simple. ”

After observing a little, Luo Chuan aimed at a black-robed monk standing at the edge of the dense forest, and used the wind spell to escape and sweep away.

At the edge of the dense forest, the black-robed monk led a monster with a human body and a bull's head, his face gloomy.

"Damn, when is this day going to be. ”

Glancing at the monster beside him, the black-robed man kicked out violently and kicked the monster in the lower abdomen. The monster screamed, and the cow fell to the ground with pain on his face, curled up in a ball, his eyes full of confusion and despair.

"Haha......" The black-robed man had a sinister smile on his face, extremely proud.

At this moment, a wind sounded in his ears, and someone faintly spoke in the wind: "Don't make a sound." ”

"Who is it?"

The black-robed man was stunned and glanced around vigilantly.

A figure slowly solidified behind him.

Turning around suddenly, the eyes of the black-robed demon cultivator in the Void Dan Stage burst with essence, and the fist heart Dan burst out, smashing directly into Luo Chuan's abdomen.

Luo Chuan didn't dodge, his five fingers opened, and he also burst out a danmang, grabbing the fist of the black-robed monk.

Click!

The fist of the black-robed demon cultivator was crushed by Luo Chuan.

Before he could cry out in pain, Luo Chuan grabbed the throat of the black-robed demon cultivator and lifted him up.

The black-robed demon cultivator's eyes showed a look of horror, it was also the Void Pill Period, and he had no power to fight back. The danmang contained in the young man's palm was not strong, and it was obvious that he had just broken through, but his grasp was like a net covering the heavens and the earth, covering the whole world, making him powerless to fight back.