In the courtyard, until late at night, Zhou Yan did not come back, which shattered the remaining luck in Luo Zhuo's heart, a friend surnamed Zhou, in this Chang'an City, there was no one else except Zhou Yan.

Luo Zhuo never thought that the disciple of the dignified Tang Holy Monk could even use this kind of indiscriminate means, and his evaluation of Tang Seng in his heart was lowered again.

Great Ci'en Temple, Luo Zhuo knows, that is the Tang monk Xitian returned from the scriptures to live temporarily, located in the middle of Chang'an City, is a very magnificent huge temple, when he first arrived in Chang'an City, Luo Zhuo and Zhuge Liuyun also went to visit, but the Great Ci'en Temple is not open to the public, Luo Zhuo and Zhuge Liuyun only looked at the temple that is no less than the city wall outside.

Although he knew that Zhou Yan was imprisoned in the Great Ci'en Temple, Luo Zhuo also knew that it was impossible for him to sneak him out, not to mention that there were countless masters in the Great Ci'en Temple, and now that the Great Dynasty Meeting was approaching, Tang Seng would definitely still live here after his arrival, and the defense here would definitely go to a higher level.

Not to mention that the three-car monk lived here nine times out of ten, and the last time the three-car monk made a move, Luo Zhuo still remembered it vividly, and he didn't even have a chance to trigger the talisman blow. At this time, going to the Great Mercy and Grace Temple is no different from a sheep entering the tiger's mouth.

If he wanted to save Zhou Yan from with, he could only accept the challenge of Monk Xuanwei, and let them release Zhou Yan on the day of the competition.

But there is no way, he has no background, no power, now he can only rely on himself, the current situation is not too bad, at least Monk Xuanwei also gave him the opportunity to fight alone, instead of directly relying on the name of the Tang monk and the disciple Sun to crush himself, the Tang Dynasty Holy Monk, the status of the Tang Dynasty in Chang'an City is definitely not inferior to the Tang Dynasty, if it is known that the disciples and grandsons of the Holy Monk want to deal with themselves, I don't know how many people will take the initiative to help them.

In the quiet room, Luo Zhuo closed his eyes, in just seven days, it is almost impossible to make a breakthrough in cultivation, and now his Zixiao refining form has been practiced to the eighth form, and the body refining cultivation has broken through to the Heavenly Immortal, after the breakthrough, the progress of cultivating the ninth form is far slower than the previous cultivation, and it is conservatively estimated that if there is no other opportunity, ten years may be able to practice the ninth form and break through to the Heavenly Immortal Double.

As for Qi cultivation, now in his Primordial Realm, the aura concentration has only been filled to one-third equivalent to the concentration of the aura in the outside world, and it is not a day's work to fill the aura concentration of the primordial realm to the same as that of the outside world and then break through to the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

Whether it is Qi cultivation or body refining, it is impossible to make significant progress within seven days, although the current time flow rate of the primordial realm has doubled, seven days is only equivalent to fourteen days, and there is not much difference.

Therefore, Luo Zhuo's hopes are all on the inheritance of the Twelve Ancestral Witches that he has just obtained.

The Wu Clan's supernatural powers, which are already famous for their combat power, in fourteen days, it is impossible for him to completely practice any kind of supernatural powers, but he wants to find it, it is a forbidden technique to improve combat power in a short time, and he believes that in the inheritance of the Wu Clan, there will definitely be this kind of secret art!

Twelve ancestral witches, Dijiang, Jumang, Beishou, Gonggong, Zhurong, Tianwu, Qiangliang, Gongzi, Candle Jiuyin, Lubi Corpse, Houtu, Xuanming, each ancestor witch has its own unique secret technique, for example, Dijiang is good at space speed, Zhurong is the god of fire, and Gonggong can only control water far beyond today's dragon clan.

This every ancestral witch, inheriting the supernatural power is definitely a magical skill that the people of the fairy world dream of, and it will certainly not be easy to practice their supernatural powers.

Luo Zhuo's divine sense quickly browsed through this kind of divine powers that made his eyelids throb, although the power of those divine powers was huge, each of them could easily kill the Xuanwei monk, but if he wanted to practice, even if everything went well, it would be almost impossible without hundreds of years.

Luo Zhuo didn't have that much time now, counting the time flow rate of the primordial realm, he only had fourteen days, he quickly went through all the information, and finally found a spell that was suitable for his current situation.

Among the witch clan's supernatural powers, there are countless powerful ones, but the cultivation conditions are also very strong, Luo Zhuo can cultivate, but there are only a few, and there is only one forbidden technique that can quickly master and have great lethality.

That is a forbidden technique before the fire god Zhu Rong divine power is not completed, there needs to be an inextinguishable divine fire to perform, called Flame Melting Sky, the requirements for cultivation are not very high, as long as there is an inextinguishable divine fire, and the cultivation is above the heavenly immortals, you can burn all the true yuan to stimulate this move Flame Melting Sky, and the power of the immortal divine fire is exerted to the extreme.

Luo Zhuo happened to have the Nine Dragons True Fire that was originally used to cultivate the Soul Casting Army, which was absorbed from the imitation of the Nine Dragons True Fire Cover of the Boss of the Five Evils, Luo Zhuo has always kept the fire in the primordial realm, and now it is just used to cultivate this secret art, which must be enough to deal with Monk Xuanwei.

Time was pressing, fourteen days had passed now, Luo Zhuo did not leave the primordial realm, but sat cross-legged next to the small piece of soil, and immediately began to comprehend the flames melting into the sky, and in the soil beside him, a green seedling only the height of a finger was gently swaying the only two branches and leaves.

Time flies, never stops, the primordial realm is silent, there is not the slightest breath of life, only Luo Zhuo and the green seedling, every once in a while, a trace of fire will emerge from Luo Zhuo's body, the situation is extremely weird.

"It's troublesome now, I didn't expect Monk Xuanwei to make a move for Yu Chilin's bastard!" Changsun Mansion, Changsun Yu said with an angry face, and it was Zhuge Liuyun who was sitting opposite him, and Zhuge Liuyun was full of worry.

"How can that be? Brother Eldest Sun, can you find my senior brother and let him go out of the city first to avoid it?" Zhuge Liuyun said.

"I want to too, but Lao Luo's kid is slippery, no one knows where he went, Xuanwei's shameless blockade at the door of the place you rented before, I saw Lao Luo, and then Lao Luo disappeared again, and many people I sent out didn't find him!" Changsun Yu said with a depressed face.

He had made up his mind not to get involved in Luo Zhuo and the Dream Demon, it was a three-car monk, a high-ranking disciple of the Tang Dynasty Holy Monk, those big people could let themselves die without a place to be buried with a finger and even affect the family, and he even thought of cutting off his robe with Luo Zhuo!

But in the end, he still failed to do that kind of thing, Changsun Yu is Changsun Yu, he still can't do this kind of unrighteous thing, Changsun is a descendant of the Cangyun Xuanjia Army, and the most important thing is feelings. At that time, the ancestors of the eldest grandson family almost died many times for the sake of their robes.

Changsun Yu usually looks crazy and crazy, and he only knows how to fight around, but he is actually a very emotional person. Since he regarded Luo Zhuo as a friend, it would be difficult for him to be treacherous again.

"Brother Changsun, is that Xuanwei monk very powerful?" asked Zhuge Liuyun.

"Of course it's amazing! He's already a master of the eleventh level of Heavenly Immortals, and I can't even take a single move from him!" Changsun Yu rolled his eyes and said, "If it really starts, Lao Luo is not necessarily my opponent, how can he be the opponent of Xuanwei Monk?

"Brother Eldest Sun, I want to ask you something. Zhuge Liuyun shot a determined gaze in his eyes, as if he had made a certain decision.

"At this time, don't make trouble, and don't think about going to Monk Xuanwei for trouble, as far as your cultivation is concerned, you won't be able to see him at all!"

"I'm not going to be overpowered. Zhuge Liuyun shook his head and said, "I want to borrow a quiet place from Brother Changsun, I want to cross the catastrophe and become an immortal!"

"What, you want to cross the tribulation?" Changsun Yu exclaimed, "Although it's just the Heavenly Immortal Tribulation, it's not a joke, are you ready?"

From the Mahayana period to the heavenly immortals, it is a threshold, how many people will fold on this threshold, it is not so easy to cross the tribulation, I think that when I was on the earth, Luo Zhuo's first tribulation ended in failure, if it wasn't for some peculiar reason, he would have been wiped out at that time.

Eldest Sun Yu actually hasn't paid too much attention to Zhuge Liuyun's cultivation, a person who is not even a heavenly immortal, naturally can't get into his eyes, if it weren't for Luo Zhuo's sake, he wouldn't pay attention to Zhuge Liuyun.

"I've been ready for a long time!" Zhuge Liuyun said in a deep voice, "I don't want to keep dragging my feet, I want to help Senior Brother, so I must become an immortal!" he said firmly.

For the first time, Changsun Yu carefully looked at Zhuge Liuyun, and found that Luo Zhuo, the junior brother, had a sword aura condensed all over his body, and the whole person was like an unsheathed sword, he hadn't even discovered it before, if it was of the same level, this Zhuge Liuyun was also a good opponent!

"Okay, I'll arrange the place, these **** prepare quietly, rest assured, in this Chang'an City, no one will come to disturb your robbery!" Changsun Yu patted his chest and said, Luo Zhuo's matter is beyond his ability, but it is only a trivial matter to find a place for Zhuge Liuyun to spend the catastrophe with peace of mind, if he can't even do this, his eldest grandson will have no face to mix in Chang'an City.

Seven days, whether for immortals or mortals, is not a very long period of time, as soon as the seven days arrive, different from Yu Chilin's behavior that day, Xuanwei monk arrived at the martial arts arena early to occupy the largest ring, the stands on the edge of the ring are occupied by dozens of people, those are all members of Yu Chi's family, in addition, there are a few monks, among which Zhou Yan's figure is particularly conspicuous, but at this time, Zhou Yan's eyes are dull, as if he is sleepwalking.

Monk Xuanwei is a master, he is not alarmed, meditating quietly in the ring, and he does not feel how ashamed it is to wait for Luo Zhuo with his own identity, such people are the most terrifying, because in order to win, they will not take care of their identity, and they will use any means. (To be continued.) )