Supreme Immortal Demon

"There are eighty-three people in the True Dao Realm and nine people in the Dao Lun Realm, four of whom are at the fourth level of Dao Lun."

A trace of blood flashed across Li Xiaochen's eyes, like a flash of rainbow light, and he found out the situation on the fourth floor in a blink of an eye.

"I'll go to the fifth floor, and I'll leave this place to you." Luo Chuan said in a message.

Hearing this, the brothers in the cannon fodder camp all laughed.

"Boss, we only need six brothers to solve the fourth floor... six people are still a lot." Li Xiaochen said.

Another brother also said: "Since leaving the Ancient Heaven Tower of Ten Thousand Prisoners, the Cannon Fodder Battalion has made rules. When fighting against others, the number of people is not the chance of victory. Each enemy kill is regarded as a trial. Only in this way can the strength be improved."

"Six people?" Luo Chuan was startled, then asked: "Who came up with this rule? Wang Hu?"

"No, it was established by the brothers together." Li Xiaochen said: "Don't worry, boss, just six of us can clean up this layer quietly."

Luo Chuan nodded slightly. Although there was a high chance of winning with a large number of enemies, for those who were dedicated to cultivating the Tao, it was too easy and simple, and the essence of cultivation was lost.

"That's fine." Luo Chuan thought for a moment and said, "Then let the six brothers stay. Xiaochen, let's go."

Li Xiaochen selected five brothers from the cannon fodder camp and followed Luo Chuan down the spiral staircase to the bottom of the cabin.

Luo Chuan walked at the front alone, releasing the Tianmen Dharma, and then saw a huge cage occupying half of the cabin deep in the cabin.

There are obviously more monks imprisoned here on the Yulong than on the Faliu. In addition to the passengers on the boat and the ordinary trial monks, there are also twenty descendants of the emperor.

These twenty descendants of the emperor are the same as those in Yulonghao. Divide into three circles.

The leaders of the three circles are Ran Fengjun, Yuan Shitian and Hong Gongliu.

"It turns out they were caught too."

Luo Chuan was a little surprised, but then calmed down. Although Ran Fengjun and Hong Gongliu had top talents and potentials, the Demon Sect paid great attention to this move and must have calculated everything to perfection.

The only thing he didn't count was Luo Chuan who had sneaked into the Yulong.

With less than a thousand steps left to the cage, Li Xiaochen hesitated, took two steps forward and walked to Luo Chuan.

"What's wrong, Xiaochen?" Luo Chuan glanced at Li Xiaochen.

"Boss, it's better not to show up." Li Xiaochen whispered.

"Why?" Luo Chuan asked.

"There is something Wang Hu has always wanted to tell the boss, but he has never found the opportunity." Li Xiaochen smiled bitterly: "The Cannon Fodder Battalion came to the Border Blood Castle to occupy the land for the king and nothing else. Just because of the promise made to the boss back then... …Miss Bai is currently in the outer realm.”

Luo Chuan was startled. There was deep surprise in his eyes: "Xiao Bai is in the outer realm?"

"That's right. A year and a half ago, Miss Bai was sent to Guangsheng Putian Taoist Academy because of her master. It was a study tour in name, but it was actually a kind of punishment... If people knew about it. The relationship between the boss and the cannon fodder camp . It will definitely cause a lot of trouble, and it will also be quite detrimental to Miss Bai." Li Xiaochen said.

"Guangsheng Putian... I didn't expect that I would have to go there after all." Luo Chuan smiled inexplicably: "Xiao Chen, you are still thoughtful. That's it. You take the brothers to open the prison."

After the words fell, Luo Chuan stopped and dived into the shadows.

Deep in the fifth-floor cabin of the Back Ghost, in the huge prison, the eyes of the descendants of the emperor were dim, and their energy and energy had dropped to the bottom. However, compared with the Yulong passengers and ordinary trial monks who were on the verge of despair, they were still able to protect their state of mind, and their eyes were not completely gray.

Yuan Shitian raised his head and looked at a young monk not far away who was less than twenty years old and whose face was sometimes green and white. He smiled and said: "Little brother, why not treat this experience as a continuation of the trials of Putian Guangsheng Taoist Temple?" . Compared with the trial on the Yulong, this kind of experience can be called a trial."

After hearing Yuan Shitian's words, many ordinary monks raised their heads, and their eyes that were already somewhat distracted and confused suddenly lit up.

"So this is just a continuation of the trial? Everything is an assessment of us by the masters of the universal saints!"

"That's it! I was shocked."

"Thank you Mr. Yuan for your guidance! I have hope of survival again!"

The prison was filled with the evil aura of the underworld. Ordinary monks could not resist it. Thirty percent of the monks had already fainted and died. The remaining ones were unconscious and in a shaky state of mind. Most of them had listened to what they heard.

Yuan Shitian didn't explain, he shook his head and stared at the secret pattern chain on his ankle: "That's all, if you can live longer, just one."

"Up to now, it is useless to give them hope. The greater the hope now, the greater the disappointment in the future. By then, they will all collapse completely." Ran Fengjun said in a low voice without raising his head.

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Ran is trying every possible means to win over these monks in Yulong. Once they are in a desperate situation, they will no longer be of any use in your eyes. You wish they would die quickly... It's so hypocritical." A descendant of the emperor behind Yuan Shitian Showing a sarcastic smile.

"Huh, what did I say wrong, brother Ran?" A descendant of the emperor beside Ran Fengjun said dissatisfied: "This group of monsters clearly wants to use us as bargaining chips to threaten Guangtian Pusheng Taoist Temple. Bianhuang Blood Castle is so secretive, Even if our Di family knows, we can't come to rescue him. In this case, who can survive? This is the last word."

Yuan Shitian raised his head and glanced at the descendant of the emperor: "How do you know that we will definitely not be able to get out?"

The descendant of the emperor was shaken, and subconsciously avoided Yuan Shitian's gaze, but he still refused to accept: "We are in the territory of demons, and we are so remote. Do we still expect someone to come to save us? I really hope that someone will come to save us, no matter what Whoever that person is, I will give him a blood card from the Imperial family."

"Yes, even if the person who comes to rescue is a demon, I will definitely give him an imperial family blood card." A descendant of the emperor behind Hong Gongliu also said.

thump!

Another young trial cultivator couldn't bear the evil spirit of Nether Blood, fell down, and passed out. The evil spirit of Nether Blood entered his body pervasively. In the blink of an eye, his skin and muscles became stiff and pale, and the veins under his skin also turned gray. Like a zombie.

"It's just a trial, it's just a trial..." Beside him, another ordinary trial monk murmured, but his face became paler. The next moment, he fell to the ground and never got up.

The descendants of the emperor looked at each other one after another. No one said anything, but their faces showed the sadness of the rabbit dying and the fox dying.

At this moment, Ran Fengjun and Yuan Shitian looked towards the prison door at the same time, followed closely. Hong Gongliu also raised his head and looked towards the cell door. His eyes were slightly surprised.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the blood lion beast guarding the prison door didn't even make a sound. It fell to the ground head by head, with bleeding eyes and noses. All are dead.

Candlelight flickers. Sparkling eyes.

The monks in prison stared into the candlelight. There are more than twenty blood-robed monks with deep auras, over ten feet tall, and burly and majestic like demons. All of them held their breath and looked at each other with complicated expressions.

The handsome monk whose face was covered with scars licked his lips and smiled. No one saw his technique clearly, and the cell door was split into two pieces silently.

"They are coming to kill! Hurry..."

An ordinary monk who was almost going crazy suddenly shouted wildly. Before he could finish shouting, a brother from the cannon fodder battalion raised his hand, and a force of Taoism crushed him to pieces.

"Whoever dares to speak out will be his fate!"

In the prison, almost everyone had a look of horror on their face, but no one dared to say a word.

Several descendants of the emperor looked at each other and smiled bitterly, their eyes finally showing despair.

"We are going to take action so soon. The person behind you is really acting out of common sense." Yuan Shitian said with a smile, his ugly face showing neither sadness nor joy.

Li Xiaochen glanced at Yuan Shitian, struck down with his sword, and broke his anklet. At the same time, the brothers in the cannon fodder battalion took action and broke the anklets of the remaining descendants of the emperor.

Looking at the broken chains on the ground, Yuan Shitian, Ran Fengjun, Hong Gongliu and others were stunned.

"Our boss...my young master, I pity you for being captured by a demon and suffering such an unreasonable disaster, so I specially ordered us to come to your rescue." Li Xiaochen cleared his throat, looked around at the stunned monks, and cursed. : "Damn it! You are all stupid! Why don't you run away!"

After saying that, Li Xiaochen sneered twice, picked up the bloody sword, and led the brothers outside.

Inside the prison cell, shocked eyes gathered at Yuan Shitian.

Yuan Shitian's face was still shocked, and he shrugged for a long time: "Don't look at me... I don't even know what the hell is going on."

Staring at Li Xiaochen's back and the bloody sword, Yuan Shitian suddenly remembered something: "Is this person the Blood Sword Immortal Tu?"

"Who is the Blood Sword Immortal Tu? How have I ever heard of it?" a descendant of the emperor asked curiously.

"Hmph, then you should have heard of the cannon fodder camp that once made a big fuss with the Shangjiang Eleven Sect." Yuan Shitian sneered.

The eyes of the monks in the prison lit up, especially the descendants of the emperor. As the descendants of the emperor, they knew far more secret information than ordinary monks.

There are more than two hundred members of the iron-blooded physical battle group composed entirely of Daolun realms. Each member is cold-blooded and ruthless, with an extremely determined mentality. They have even caused quite a disturbance in the Tianchen continent. Although there is no powerful person in the cannon fodder camp, an iron-blooded killing group composed of more than 200 Daolun realms attracts attention wherever it is placed.

However, the descendants of the emperor knew that the cannon fodder camp and the invisible emperor in Baiyuan Nuhai were inextricably linked, and they even vaguely guessed the person behind the cannon fodder camp.

"The cannon fodder battalion actually came to the Border Blood Territory... Could it be that the legend is also there..."

Yuan Shitian's eyes flashed with passion, he laughed, and ducked out of the prison.

Ran Fengjun and Hong Gongliu also flew out.

In the blink of an eye, all the living monks jumped out of the cage one after another, following closely behind the three empress leaders, but they were all cautious, with excitement and nervousness on their faces.

"Fellow Taoist, be careful. I remember that when I came here, this fourth floor was heavily guarded. There were nearly a hundred people above the Taoist realm. Once alerted, more demonic monks might be attracted. It will be difficult to get out by then. ”

At the entrance of the spiral staircase, Ran Fengjun stopped and whispered to Li Xiaochen in front of him, with a soft tone and concern in his eyes.

Li Xiaochen said nothing and smiled coldly. How could he not detect Ran Fengjun's overtures to win over him.

Following Li Xiaochen's gaze, the monks saw the tragic scene on the fourth floor of the cabin. (To be continued...)