The blood red land is particularly dark in the night.

    The stars shine and the moon shines like water.

    Luo Chuan looked around, covered by green clouds and surrounded by red light. The huge white bone palace in the distance was still full of a reckless and mysterious atmosphere. Just in case, Luo Chuan took out the mask from his arms, sprayed it into Zhenyuan and patted it on his face.

    His face began to change slightly. His eyebrows were open and his face was pale. He was still a young man''s face, which was a little similar to Luo Chuan''s original appearance, but very vicious. Now Luo Chuan knows that his face belongs to a secret disciple of the demon world named Zhou Zhihao.

    "Hey, I''m afraid the white bone magician can''t think of it. I''m back so soon."

    Luo Chuan chose a mountain road away from the "white bone cave" and ran all the way to find a secret place suitable for swallowing the spirit pulse.

    Luo Chuan felt something was wrong when he had just swept ten miles away.

    The surrounding scenery was as like as two peas in the sky, but the same way, Luo Chuan''s footsteps were slow and he was watching the surrounding area with vigilance.

    "It''s smarter than before." gloomy laughter sounded from the roadside.

    "Who!" Luo Chuan drank coldly.

    "Why, I haven''t seen you for two years. I can''t even hear the voice of martial uncle?"

    The "scenery" beside the road melted quickly and showed the real mountain road. A fat man in a lake blue flame Taoist robe came out slowly. He walked slowly, but he was unusually stable, as if he were connected with the whole great extinction peak. Luo Chuan vaguely felt that the great power contained in pangdao''s human body had reached the level of the elder of the empty mountain boundary.

    "Master... Uncle." Luo Chuan secretly shouted. As soon as he arrived at Damiao peak, he was caught by Zhou Zhihao''s school. How can the people of the secret church know his whereabouts? What a coincidence.

    "I haven''t heard you call me martial uncle for a long time. I miss you." the fat Taoist chuckled and changed his tone: "tell martial uncle, why are people on the 12th floor looking for you? If you don''t see your name on the arrest list on the 12th floor, martial uncle doesn''t know where to find you. Martial uncle spent a lot of money to get your news."

    "I don''t know." Luo Chuan lowered his head and hid his doubts. Remembering the scene he saw last time when he came to Daming peak, Luo Chuan secretly wondered whether this demon secret religion lived in hiding around Daming peak?

    The fat Taoist flashed a fierce anger in his eyes and patted his palm: "come out."

    More than ten people came out behind the fat Taoist. They were all dressed in dark purple bottomed robes and surrounded by a black short cloak. The younger ones were as old as Luochuan, and the older ones were less than 30. These ten people are tall, short, fat and thin, with different levels, but they have one thing in common. They all have a gloomy and cold face and a cold and thin nature.

    "Younger martial brother, I haven''t seen you for a long time."

    "Our days are so boring and sad without you."

    "After you disappeared for two years, the senior master has been angry several times. Now you have to find him. The old man has only a dead end. Brothers have thought it over. In order to keep you, they have to put you in the ghost prison first and let the senior master calm down first."

    "No, no, No. before you''re put in the ghost prison, you have to let junior brother suffer some minor injuries. You have to do a full set of drama."

    The disciples of the secret sect gathered around and stared at Luo Chuan unkindly,

    It seems that Zhou Zhihao used to be bullied by his martial brothers, but he is a poor man.

    Luo Chuan thought.

    Beside the mountain road, the fat Taoist held his arms, narrowed his eyes, and waited with interest for the upcoming tragedy.

    A 20-year-old disciple of the four perfects of foundation building walked up to Luo Chuan with a smile, licked his tongue, reached out and grabbed Luo Chuan''s shoulder: "good younger martial brother, wronged you. Don''t worry, elder martial brother will be very gentle."

    The rest of the disciples laughed and didn''t find anything unusual about the younger martial brother they hadn''t seen in two years.

    "Let go."

    The cold sound of Luochuan sounded in the night wind.

    The disciples of the demon sect were stunned, looked at each other and laughed.

    "Our younger martial brother has grown up."

    "Gong Xing, younger martial brother asked you to let go."

    "Gong Xing, if you don''t let go, younger martial brother will be angry."

    The sound of everyone laughing came. The demon sect disciple named Gong Xing''s face twitched and his eyes showed a cruel color: "do you want me to let go?"

    While talking, Gong Xing took a deep breath slowly. As he inhaled, the surrounding air quickly circulated. His robe was suddenly closed and tightly attached to his skin, exposing his muscles and twisted arms.

    In the night wind, you can even hear wisps of wind, drilling into Gong Xing''s arm. This is a magic way that does not spread. It can increase the power several times in a very short time and burst out in an instant.

    "Then relax!"

    Gong Xing''s eyes flashed a sharp light. His five fingers gathered together and made a sudden force. His face instantly showed an extremely excited color. Unexpectedly, he wanted to tear Luo Chuan''s whole arm off!

    The disciples watched excitedly, and the blood had soared to the forehead.

    Click!

    The sound of twisted bones sounded, followed by Gong Xing''s scream of pain!

    Gong Xing was pale and stared at his right hand in amazement. He couldn''t believe that his five fingers were broken due to excessive force.

    What''s going on

    His fingers connected with his heart. Gong Xing looked with great pain and saw that the boy''s shoulder had no damage except five faint marks.

    Thinking of the explosion, it was like hitting the star iron for thousands of years, and fear climbed into Gong Xing''s heart.

    There was a deep voice in my ear.

    "That''s right. Elder martial brother, be obedient."

    There was a secret smile in his voice, like a demon owl in the night, which made people shudder.

    Gong Xing''s scalp was numb and looked up in horror. The boy opposite also slowly raised his head. He was three and seven evil. He was no longer submissive and different.

    Gong Xing was shocked and subconsciously operated Zhenyuan. His kung fu has not been activated yet. His huge palm turned into a residual shadow and smashed his chin. The whole person flew out like a sandbag, "bang" fell down the mountain road without any sound.

    All the disciples of the secret sect were stunned and stared at Luo Chuan. No one spoke for a long time.

    Looking at Gong Xing, whose neck was broken, his spine twisted into a human shape, and his body trembled slightly, the fat Taoist took a breath, and the color of excitement flashed across his eyes.

    His eyes fell back to Luo Chuan, and the fat Taoist instantly recovered from cold: "bold Zhou Zhihao! How dare you harm your fellow disciples? Do you want to betray the sect!"

    The real murderous spirit came overwhelming, and instantly flooded Luochuan.

    Luo Chuan secretly ran the blood essence in the elixir field. While resisting the murderous spirit, he sneered: "martial uncle, this is wrong. Martial nephew just joked with his senior brother. I didn''t expect that he would become so useless after two years of absence."

    "Sophistry!"

    "Elder martial brother Gong is good for you. If you don''t appreciate it, you''ll hurt your elder martial brother seriously. What a cruel heart!"

    With the support of martial uncle, the disciples of the secret sect suppressed their horror. You said a word to me and angrily accused Luo Chuan.

    Luo Chuan turned a deaf ear and sneered. His eyes flashed cruel light from time to time.

    The fat Taoist''s eyes lit up, the chill on his face dissipated, and the spring light was all over his face: "OK, OK, OK. Although you have disappeared in the past two years, you have somehow improved. Your master will be glad to see it."

    You bet right! Luo Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

    If he reveals his true identity, he will die. Only by continuing to play the devil''s disciple can we have a chance to escape. Although Luo Chuan has never been in contact with the devil cultivation in Tiannan region, he knows the nature of the devil way. The most elementary state of mind of the devil way only pays attention to one word, ruthlessness!

    Be cruel to yourself, to others, and to all things!

    Luo Chuan made a violent move and hit Gong Xing hard. He played a ruthless demon cultivation vividly. As expected, he won the attention of the fat Taoist priest.

    "However, the performance still needs to be performed. At least let your master go down the steps and wronged your nephew. Zhang Cheng." the fat Taoist said and winked at a disciple beside him.

    This disciple is burly, nearly 30 years old, has an ancient and simple face, and his accomplishments are higher than those of other disciples.

    "Younger martial brother, let''s go with the elder martial brother." Zhang Cheng turned into a burst of smoke and appeared next to Luo Chuan in the twinkling of an eye.

    His technique is very unique. It seems that heaven and earth are hidden in his palm. His five fingers carry the momentum of mountains, as if five mountains are pressing against him, making Luo Chuan unavoidable.

    The unity of heaven and man... Luo Chuan''s heart is cold.

    He knew for a long time that breaking through the true Dan realm required understanding the Tao realm of the unity of heaven and man, and he had seen it in many true Dan realm masters. But this is Luochuan''s first time to face the attack of the unity of heaven and man.

    Luo Chuan mobilized all physical strength to protect his whole body. Zhongdantian''s blood essence rotated rapidly and raised his palm to resist.

    Although he did not mobilize Zhenyuan, Luochuan''s physical foundation was full, and he broke through the layer of dragon body art, with a physical strength of more than 1.5 million kg.

    Boom!

    At night, the air waves flowed, and the air between them was broken layer by layer. Luo Chuan''s body shook and flew out upside down.

    The gap of realm is fully reflected at this time.

    One is the fourth stage of foundation building, and the other is the peak of the first stage of real Dan, which is about to break through the second stage of real Dan. They are like flying insects and goshawks, not at the same level.

    The disciples looked mockingly at Luo Chuan, who was unconscious, and did not find the killing opportunity flashed in Zhang Cheng''s eyes.

    Zhang Cheng secretly glanced at the fat Taoist.

    The fat Taoist looked thoughtful and stared at Luo Chuan. He didn''t know what he was thinking.

    "Take it away and put it in the ghost prison. By the way, take the waste Gong Xing with you." the fat Taoist waved his hand.

    Two disciples came forward, one holding Luo Chuan and the other holding Gong Xing. The disciples followed the fat Taoist and walked to the black fog in the distance. When their figure was about to disappear, Zhang Cheng, the eldest martial brother walking at the end of the crowd, raised his head and looked at Luo Chuan, who was unconscious. His eyes floated up again.

    He can''t be Zhou Zhihao if he doesn''t hurt me! What''s more, the real Zhou Zhihao was broken up by me two years ago, and his bones were thrown into Yinchuan. Who is this man who pretends to be Zhou Zhihao?

    Zhang Cheng''s look changed constantly, and finally became vicious and cold.

    Whoever it is, now that he is in the ghost prison, he can''t come out alive.

    ……

    When Luo Chuan woke up, he found himself lying in a black corridor.

    The corridor was very humid, the air was sticky, and there was a faint smell of blood.

    "Zhendan realm... In the words of Jiulong Jun, there are two distinct levels of life."

    Luo Chuan covers his chest. The place hit by Zhang Cheng still hurts.

    Zhang Cheng''s palm not only carries the Taoist realm of the unity of heaven and man, but also hides Dan Mans. Its power is more than ten times that of Luo Chuan. If Luo Chuan didn''t practice dragon body skill, he would be seriously injured even if he didn''t die.

    "The birth of Dan Mans is a symbol of the period of empty Dan. Fortunately, his cultivation is not in the period of condensing Dan. Otherwise, I will die. Is there a ghost prison here?"

    In the empty corridor, Luo Chuan looked around.

    The corridor is very narrow, can only accommodate two horses in parallel, and the length is about 20 steps. The purring sound came from outside the corridor, mixed with strange laughter and crying from time to time, and sounded in the dark, creepy.

    "Good place, I''m almost in a secret place to suck the spirit pulse. You''re really in place, fat martial uncle." Luo Chuan''s white mask smiled, the light between his fingers flashed, and the white bone sarcophagus appeared in the palm.

    Luo Chuan is not worried about the threat from the school of Zhou Zhihao. As long as he is willing, he can return to the empty mountain boundary by transmitting the Dharma array at any time.

    "The last step to open the secret realm of Tianmen, let''s start!"

    ——————

    Awesome today, we can make an early start next week, so that we can make an early increase and book a PP. Next, we will enter a new plot soon. We will go to the new plot, dig in the new pit, pit the pit, and let''s look back at the volume of the empty mountain. We will try to write the plot of the gate for the first time. There may be some imbalance between the digging hole and the cool point. I''ll study it again. However, I still hope that in addition to the pleasure of being cool, I can bring you a pleasure in the story as much as possible. When I see a certain plot, I can suddenly understand it, or I can smile. If this effect is achieved occasionally, I''m satisfied to ride a pig.)