Supreme Immortal Demon

Through the crack in the void, tens of thousands of monks saw a purple gourd like a giant boat, driven by hundreds of sturdy monks with "ci luo" on their bodies, impacting the vortex channel in the void!

Boom!

The gourd hit the bronze plane heavily.

The echo traveled through the long void and echoed in the ears of tens of thousands of monks.

Tens of thousands of monks were stunned, looking at the gap of several feet in the bronze wall like a fool.

At this time, anyone who was not a fool had guessed what Luo Chuan and others were doing.

"Boss Luo, he, he, he wants to escape!"

"He has been keeping a low profile these days, is he planning this? No wonder he disdains to compete for the position of boss!"

"My God! They dug such a long void channel, but no one knows it?"

"Even the Sword King of the West was deceived by Boss Luo!"

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The eyes of the monks behind Qin Sheng changed, and they looked at Luo Chuan with more admiration.

Qin Sheng and the other two blushed, their faces burning, not knowing what to say.

While they were still fighting for their status and territory in the cannon fodder camp, Boss Luo had already begun to plan to jump out of this big pit.

Boss Luo had never bothered with them before, not because he was afraid, but in his opinion, the fight in the cannon fodder camp would soon be like a passing cloud and meaningless.

In the void passage, the gourd began to fly back.

At the mouth of the gourd, the luster of the three-foot green knife dimmed instantly, the blade shattered, and turned into thousands of blades scattered in the void.

Qin Sheng looked at the gourd getting closer and closer. A trace of greed appeared in his eyes.

Not only Qin Sheng, tens of thousands of prisoner monks began to stir. They looked at the South China Sea Immortal Gourd with desire in their eyes.

Wow!

The South China Sea Immortal Gourd came from far away, slid through the void corridor, and returned to the void crack in a blink of an eye.

Tens of thousands of monks in the cell looked at the monk on the gourd, and the monks on the gourd also saw the uninvited guests in the cell.

Countless eyes intertwined, and the void was silent at the same time.

"I want to escape too!"

I don't know who shouted first.

The crowd in the independent cell seemed to be ignited and boiled instantly.

"Boss Luo! Take me with you!"

"Boss Luo! I want to go with you too!"

"Escape! Let's all escape! I don't want to stay in this hellhole for a moment!"

"What else are you talking about? Jump on the gourd quickly!"

The prisoner monks rushed to the gap.

On the Nanhai Immortal Gourd. More than 300 monks looked down at the monks on the other side of the void with cold eyes.

"Get out!" Boss Bai roared.

A wave of sound attack air waves shot out from his mouth and blasted towards the crack in the void.

The monk at the crack in the void screamed and flew out, falling heavily to the ground.

"Want to pick up something ready-made? There's no such cheap thing."

Boss Bai said lightly, his eyes fell on the mouth of the gourd, and his brows were slightly frowned: "It was almost opened, but the knife broke. Brother Luo, this is going to be troublesome."

As soon as Boss Bai finished speaking, he saw Luo Chuan spitting out something from his peripheral vision.

Turning his head, Boss Bai's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but praise: "What a magical bone sword! Wait... Brother Luo, how come the material of this bone sword looks like the bones of the thousand-year-old ancestors in the battlefield outside the domain!"

Then he looked at Luo Chuan. Boss Bai became more and more certain of his guess.

Luo Chuan didn't say anything, split himself up, and inserted the White Bone Heaven Sword into the mouth of the gourd.

The three-zhang green knife that followed him to fight the White Bone Heaven Prison Hall was destroyed, and it would all depend on the White Bone Sword. The White Bone Sword had lost its magic power. Fortunately, it was harder and sharper than the three-zhang green knife.

"Charge again! The gap is about to be broken! We are about to escape from the cannon fodder camp!" Luo Chuan waved his hand.

"Good!" More than 300 monks responded in unison.

At this moment. A discordant voice sounded.

"Boss Luo, you just escaped by yourself and ignored us brothers. It's too mean."

It was Qin Sheng who spoke. He stared at the South China Sea Fairy Gourd, hiding the greed in his eyes.

Although it was cool to be the boss in the cannon fodder camp, it was nothing like escaping from the cannon fodder camp and regaining freedom.

From the first day Qin Sheng came in, he had the idea of ​​escaping. Until he saw Luo Chuan and the South China Sea Fairy Gourd, he finally saw the hope of his dream coming true.

"Boss Luo, you can leave them alone, but you must take me with you. Otherwise, I will tell the Lord Sword King of the West Heaven. If the Sword King comes, do you think you can still escape?" Qin Sheng stared at Luo Chuan and threatened.

Luo Chuan stood on the mouth of the gourd and was about to make the next attack. Hearing this, he turned around and looked at Qin Sheng.

"Wang Hu." Luo Chuan stretched out his hand.

Wang Hu walked to Luo Chuan's side, took down the long axe made of the bones of the Void Ferocious Beast behind him, and handed it to Luo Chuan respectfully.

As a result, Luo Chuan weighed the long axe twice, and made a move without warning. His arm passed through the afterimage, and the long axe of the ferocious bones flew out in a rotation, passing through the crack of the void in a breath, and appeared above Qin Sheng's head.

Qin Sheng snorted coldly, his body shook, and his bones and muscles all rose three feet. The blood and qi flowed in his palms, trying to clamp the long axe with his flesh.

Bang!

The long axe was clamped by Qin Sheng, and a smile appeared on his face.

Before the smile could bloom, the long axe of the ferocious bones fell from top to bottom, splitting Qin Sheng's head and splitting his whole body in two from the middle!

Bang!

Qin Sheng was split into two pieces and fell to the ground.

Luo Chuan didn't even look at it, sucked back the long axe and threw it to Wang Hu, raising his hand: "Let's go!"

The huge gourd butt flashed purple light and rushed out with a bang.

"Brother Luo, we have to hurry up." Boss Bai glanced at the prison cell in the distance: "Someone has just gone to report the news. If we can't break open the bronze wall before the Sword King of the West comes out of seclusion, we will definitely die."

"Brother Bai, if you were to fight the Sword King of the West, what are your chances of winning?" Luo Chuan asked.

"Haha, before being imprisoned in the cannon fodder camp, a small character like the Western Heaven Sword King could be killed with a snap of his fingers. Now the Western Heaven Sword King can kill me with ten moves." Bai Lao said with a smile. The smile was slightly bitter.

"Then we can only hope that the Sword King of the West will not be alarmed."

"I hope so."

While the two were talking, the South China Sea Immortal Gourd and the Bronze Level completed another collision. The gap was one foot deeper, but it was still a short distance away from being opened.

In front of the supervision palace, which was more than 100,000 steps away from the independent prison cell, the golden bell suddenly rang.

The door of the Taoist Palace slowly opened, and a supervisory monk hurriedly flew in.

After passing through corridors and palaces, the supervisory monks came to the side hall where the Sword King of the West was.

Taking a deep breath, the supervisory monk knocked on the door, but no one in the side hall responded.

Gritting his teeth, the supervisory monk broke into the door. He strode to the center of the side hall and saw the Sword King of the West sitting in the air, leaning against the light wheel, devouring the spiritual veins under him.

The blood-colored innate origin in the spiritual veins gurgled and turned into a stream and was swallowed by the Sword King of the West.

"Sir!" The supervising monk bowed and shouted.

The Sword King of the West was motionless and completely unaware.

"Sir! Something big has happened!" the supervising monk shouted again.

The Sword King of the West remained indifferent.

The supervising monks looked anxious and showed no regard for dignity and etiquette. He stepped forward and shook the head of the Sword King of the West: "Sir, wake up! Something big has happened! Luo Chuan is rebelling! He is going to escape!"

The eyelids of the Sword King of the West began to blink, and then he slowly opened them. His eyes were blood-red, and there was no human look in them.

Looking coldly at the supervisory monk, the Western Heaven Sword King fanned out his big hand and knocked the supervisory monk away.

"Why are you making such a fuss? I've finally been in seclusion for a long time. You actually woke me up and don't want to live anymore?"

"Sir, something big has happened!" The supervising monk climbed up regardless of the pain: "It's Luo Chuan! My subordinates just received the news! Luo Chuan is running away!"

Without even thinking about it, the Sword King of the West sent out another big slap, bang. The supervising monk hit the roof of the temple and suffered a bloody head. The whole face was swollen three times.

"Luo Chuan wants to escape? Is this your excuse to disturb me? Hahaha, you are so brave! Luo Chuan is my most trusted watchdog and is loyal, how can he escape!"

"Luo Chuan has spent all these years trying his best to please me in order to become the boss!"

"He dares to escape? Even if you give him 10,000 courage, he wouldn't dare to do this kind of death row prisoner!"

"Everything he did! Every move! All his thoughts! They are all under my control. When you say he ran away, are you mocking my incompetence?"

The Sword King of the West stared at the half-dead supervising monk, feeling angry and annoyed.

But at this moment, in the corner of his eye, the Sword King of the West saw the dragon veins of Lieyan Blood Essence, and a look of confusion appeared on his face.

It had only been more than thirty days, still several days away from the forty-five days he had budgeted for, but there was not much spiritual vein left! Even if he was not awakened today, he would only be able to devour it for another day or two at most.

Something's wrong, something's wrong, something's very wrong... Does Luo Chuan really have an ulterior motive for honoring my spiritual line?

The Sword King of the West's eyes turned gloomy.

Being able to become the supervisory leader, he is naturally not a fool, and a trace of suspicion arises from his heart.

In a flash, the Xitian Sword King disappeared into the Supervisory Palace.

His body changed from virtual to real, and the Sword King of the West arrived at Luo Chuan's Qianbu Prison.

Looking at the tens of thousands of prisoner monks who were almost going crazy in front of him, the West Heaven Sword King's heart sank. When he saw the void, his whole heart sank and his face looked extremely ugly.

"Luo Chuan... Luo Chuan... Luo Chuan! You are so brave!"

"I trust you so much! How dare you betray me!"

boom!

One thousand three hundred and ninety-nine prisoner monks who were a thousand steps in front of the West Sky Sword King were wiped out in the crazy Dao force energy wave. The West Sky Sword King's cold face was burning with furious flames, and he took a long stride and appeared in front of the gap in the void. .

In the void passage, Luo Chuan led the monks who had just started a new round of attack and were not far away from the rift.

At the mouth of the gourd, Luo Chuan turned around and glanced at the Sword King of the West outside the gap.

Standing next to Luo Chuan, Boss Bai turned around almost at the same time and looked at the Sword King of the West with cold eyes.

More than three hundred fleeing monks and more than three hundred former prisoners straightened their backs, letting their robes billow in the strong wind in the void, and looked at the Sword King of the West with eyes full of sarcasm and indifference.

If you say goodbye today, the rest will be a humiliating prisoner's life!

Regardless of success or failure, regardless of life or death, I vow not to be a prisoner in this life!

More than 300 sarcastic glances and more than 300 sneering faces seemed to hit the heart of the Sword King of the West like a heavy hammer.

The Xitian Sword King's body shook, and an irreparable rift appeared in his mind.

"Luo Chuan! You bunch of death row prisoners! How dare you look at me like this! Go to hell! Die to me! Go to hell!"

The Sword King of the West roared with red eyes, and a flying sword rose from above his head, carrying unparalleled killing power, and shot toward Luo Chuan.