Supreme Immortal Demon

On the fourth floor of the cabin, nearly a hundred demonic monks in black robes were lying in a pool of blood. Their necks were broken and their heads fell to the ground, or their bodies were split open from behind. Their death was miserable and heinous.

The cramped cabin of the boat, which was not very spacious, was filled with a strong smell of blood, and broken hands, feet, legs and arms could be seen everywhere.

The body of the slain demon still had the aura of Dao Li realm, and it was obvious that it had just died not long ago.

Although the descendants of the emperor present were from prominent backgrounds, most of them had never actually been on the battlefield to participate in a battle of skills. Seeing the scene in front of them, they felt a little shocked in their hearts.

What shocked them was not just the bloody cruelty of the scene, but the fact that they didn't see the person who did it at all.

More than twenty monks from the cannon fodder camp had been walking in front of them. Their clothes and armor were not stained with blood, and there was no smell of blood at all. It was obvious that they were not the ones who took action.

Bang bang twice!

A group of broken corpses fell from the spiral staircase and hit the cabin board hard. Four heads of demonic monks could still be vaguely distinguished from it.

The monks who escaped from trouble raised their heads and looked at the spiral staircase leading to the third floor.

Six figures walked out of the haze.

They were six monks in black armor and bloody robes, who were over ten feet tall. Their faces slashed with swords and axes were covered in blood, including their own blood and more from the demonic monks. A black-purple smoke cloud floated above their heads, gathering into a ball and looming.

Looking at the six cannon fodder camp monks, not only the ordinary descendants of the emperor, but also Yuan Shitian, Ran Fengjun and Hong Gongliu could not help but feel horrified in their hearts.

Six people, less than half a stick of incense. Then he killed nearly a hundred Dao Li realm demon monks. What is even more horrifying is that the six cannon fodder camp monks made no sound from the beginning to the end.

From time to time, the unbridled laughter of demonic monks and the sound of clinking wine glasses could be heard from the first floor of the cabin. The atmosphere was joyful, and no one noticed that the Daoli monks guarding the lower four floors of the Ghost Carrier had been massacred.

"Where are you going?" Li Xiaochen asked.

"These four fourth-level Taoist priests want to run away, aren't we going to catch them?" The leader of the cannon fodder battalion brother grinned and licked his bloody red lips.

"Did it alert other people on the boat?" Li Xiaochen asked again.

"Of course not. Except for these four fourth-level Daoluns, the rest of them didn't know what happened before they died." The brothers from the cannon fodder battalion smiled coldly.

The rest of the cannon fodder battalion brothers also burst into laughter. In the bloody haze. They were wearing black armor and bloody robes, and their faces could not be seen clearly. They looked extremely strange and terrifying, but in the eyes of the descendants of the emperor. This group of people in front of me. They are definitely a group of fierce men who are on the right path that they dream of. Not at all weak to the most elite guardian of the same rank in the Emperor's family.

The eyes of many of the descendants of the emperor showed a look of eagerness. If they could win over this group of fearless and vicious people, their status in the emperor's family would definitely be raised by one or two levels.

"That's right. Why didn't you see the boss?"

"Young master, he has gone back to rendezvous first." Li Xiaochen said concisely and concisely.

Hearing that Li Xiaochen changed his name to "Young Master", the six brothers from the cannon fodder battalion were slightly startled. Their eyes glanced at the descendants of the emperor, revealing deep thoughts.

Li Xiaochen turned his head, glanced at the descendants of the emperor, and said calmly: "My young master has cleared away all the obstacles on the way to escape for you. Whether the rest can escape depends on your own abilities."

After saying that, Li Xiaochen and his brothers were about to leave.

Behind Ran Fengjun, the descendant of the emperor who had given up hope of escaping gritted his teeth and stepped forward and shouted: "Your Excellency, please stay!"

Li Xiaochen stopped but did not look back: "What?"

The descendant of the emperor laughed at himself: "I never thought that I could escape from the prison. I had sworn before that if anyone could save me, I would give him an imperial blood card."

As he spoke, the descendant of the emperor muttered words, a look of pain flashed across his face, and a stream of blood spilled out from his palm. Then, a blood plate engraved with the emperor's pattern floated out of his palm and was handed to Li Xiaochen.

"The Emperor's blood card..." Li Xiaochen took the blood card with a solemn expression, clearly knowing the meaning behind the Emperor's blood card.

"My surname is Gui. If there is an opportunity, General Li can come to my home as a guest. I will sweep the bed to welcome him." The descendant of the emperor said with a smile.

Li Xiaochen raised his eyebrows and glanced at the descendant of the emperor inexplicably: "My surname is Zhao, not Li. I'm afraid you have recognized the wrong person."

The descendant of the emperor was stunned for a moment, then realized it and said with a smile: "Yes, it's Mr. Zhao."

"This Tao has also issued the same test. Mr. Zhao, this is our Imperial Blood Card." Another descendant of the Emperor painfully took out the blood card from his chest and handed it to Li Xiaochen.

The descendants of the emperor were all still young, and the blood in their chests was still fresh. What's more, they also wanted to make friends with the group of murderous people in front of them. They all made impassioned speeches, took out the blood cards, and handed them to Li Xiaochen.

In the blink of an eye, except for Ran Fengjun, Yuan Shitian and Hong Gongliu, all the descendants of the emperors and sub-emperors took out the blood cards of the Imperial family.

Seeing the high number of imperial blood cards in his hand, Li Xiaochen lost the solemnity he had at first, weighed it twice and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Zhao will convey these blood cards, including everyone's thoughts, to my young master. I and the brothers will help you deal with another group of monsters. The rest is up to you."

Li Xiaochen said, paused, and glanced at everyone with cold eyes: "You have never seen us."

After the words fell, Li Xiaochen and the twenty-nine brothers from the cannon fodder battalion walked into the haze and disappeared.

"It seems that the cannon fodder camp does not want to be exposed." Ran Fengjun said in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist Yuan, what do you think?"

"Accepting their favor, at least I have hope of escape. They don't want to be exposed, so of course we can't be villains, so we can just do whatever they want. But this cannon fodder camp is really not as famous as meeting it, and meeting it is even better than being famous. I'm afraid it's already It’s time to catch up with the strongest Sky Ape Immortal Guard under my grandfather’s command.” Yuan Shitian smiled lightly.

"Indeed, very strong. The most rare thing is that this group of people are all unruly and unruly people who see through life and death, and have unpredictable potential. Being able to bring this group of people together and serve under their command is what they say Young Master, at least he is a powerful figure in the world." Ran Fengjun said, shaking his head: "With his great personality and charm... I really want to meet him and see who he is."

"In the past few years, no new emperor has been born on the emperor list, and the old emperors have not matched up. The leader of the cannon fodder camp is really an extremely mysterious guy... I said Brother Feng, you want to win over the cannon fodder camp. , It can be regarded as a long way to go." Yuan Shitian turned his head and smiled playfully.

"Brother Yuan is overthinking. I'm just curious, that's all." Ran Fengjun said calmly without changing his expression: "That mysterious cannon fodder camp master must still be in the wilderness, and maybe we can meet him again. Even if we meet him this time If not, he has obtained nineteen imperial family blood cards, and he will use them sooner or later. By then, his true identity will be clear. "

After the words fell, Ran Fengjun dodged and rushed towards the spiral staircase.

"It's time to kill." Yuan Shitian grinned, his eyes flashed red, and he rushed to Ran Fengjun's side.

"kill!"

"Kill those demon bastards!"

"It's time for them to have a taste of the power of the Imperial Family!"

The descendants of the emperor led the common trial monks who had regained consciousness and attacked the first floor of the Back Ghost. Soon the hall on the fourth floor was empty, leaving only a bloody corpse.

The haze in the corner of the cabin spread, and a figure slowly emerged.

"It seems that the strength of the brothers in the Cannon Fodder Battalion has improved faster than I imagined over the years. Moluo Xianyan is indeed the magical weapon that Lord Jiulong relies on."

"Yuan Shitian is a man of sophistication but he has a true temperament. He is much better than that Ran Fengjun. The other sons of the Emperor's family are also kind and righteous. If they can live to be universal saints, they may be useful."

Luo Chuan murmured, then looked at the fourth-floor hall where blood corpses were strewn, made seals with his hands, and disappeared.

Behind the hillside outside the harbor, when Luo Chuan turned around, Wang Hu and Li Xiaochen had already arrived. The brothers in the cannon fodder camp lowered their voices and teased Wang Hu.

Seeing Luo Chuan, one hundred and thirty-eight brothers from the cannon fodder battalion stood silently, looking at Luo Chuan with fiery eyes full of respect and admiration.

"Boss is really powerful. He broke through the Jue Yi magic circle without any effort. Wang Hu didn't lose unfairly." Wang Hu said with a look of admiration.

"It's just a small trick. You will need real skills to enter the floating palace." Luo Chuan patted Wang Hu on the back.

"Boss, those imperial family members have good things and they must honor the boss."

Li Xiaochen smiled mysteriously, and under the curious eyes of the brothers in the cannon fodder camp, he took out nineteen imperial family blood cards.

The air suddenly solidified, and the weeds on the hillside were fluttering, but there was no other sound.

"This is... the blood card of the Imperial Family?" Wang Hu's eyes became intense: "A total of nineteen blood cards of the Imperial Family! Boss, their combined value is no less than that of an Immortal Imperial Dynasty in Tianchen Continent!"

"The Emperor's blood plate is a token that is cultivated in the essence and blood of the most valued of the direct descendants of the Emperor's family. It cannot be counterfeited. Owning an Emperor's blood plate means that you have done something to continue the bloodline of that Fangdi family. As long as the emperor's family has made a huge contribution, they will enjoy almost the same treatment as the descendants of the emperor's family. They can exchange at least five million holy yuan coins in any trading house, treasure club, treasury, participate in auctions, etc. They all enjoy the treatment of top VIPs." Li Xiaochen kept mumbling: "The most important thing is that the Imperial Family Blood Card can unconditionally dispatch a team of Imperial Dao Guards under the Heaven Realm. It can be used twice and then taken back."

"It's a good thing. In other words, our cannon fodder camp will be under the protection of the nineteen imperial families in the future." Luo Chuan took the nineteen imperial family blood cards and looked through them one by one, remembering the imperial family. The name and motto were stored in the storage ring with a smile.

Hearing this, the eyes of the brothers in the cannon fodder battalion lit up again and their faces were radiant.

On the back of the elephant on the side, Taoist Kong Kong, who was tied up with five flowers, looked at Luo Chuan inexplicably, and he was still in a daze until now.

From pretending to be a demon monk, to becoming the leader of the cannon fodder battalion, and now secretly making friends with the Nineteenth Emperor Family... All this, other monks would not be able to achieve in a lifetime, but it only took him two days. (To be continued...)

ps: I will go to Guilin in the afternoon to participate in the starting point training. If it is late, I may be late.