Supreme Immortal Demon

Gradually, the demon monks sitting on the viewing platform became quiet and listened attentively.

Listening to Boss Luo's story, they seemed to have returned to a time before they had power. At that time, he was just a piece of shit, being bullied by others, either as a bastard in the family, or as a slave to others. At that time, they never thought that one day they would become Guixu Realm monks, or even enter the level of Daoli Realm!

Many demonic monks had expressions of nostalgia on their faces, and their gazes towards Luo Chuan began to become fiery.

They never thought that the famous Mr. Luo had the same experience as them. From being a bastard in a small family and being looked down upon by others, he has now become the leader of a force. In two days and one night, the three major forces fell apart with a snap of a finger.

Through Boss Luo, they vaguely saw another version of themselves, just the version of themselves in their dreams.

Luo Chuan watched the reactions of the monks in his eyes, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said in a deep voice.

"From that year on, I knew that if you want to gain respect, freedom, and rights, you must have power! Then show it!"

"Only in this way will others respect you! Only then will they fear you! Only then will they obey you! And only then will you get the respect, freedom, and rights you want!"

As soon as the words fell, bursts of cheers rang out in the hall!

The nearly 10,000 demonic monks sitting around couldn't hold it any longer and stood up one after another, violently slapping the fence and responding loudly.

"Boss Luo said it well! If you have power, you won't be bullied!"

"We who practice Taoism only want to live forever and be happy. If we don't show our strength, how can others be in awe... Hahaha, Boss Luo really speaks the truth of our Taoism!"

"Boss Luo's words today should come to light! I only wish I could have known Boss Luo earlier!"

Luo Chuan raised his hand, and after a while, the hall gradually returned to calm. The monks in the border area, with their chests rising and falling, looked at Luo Chuan expectantly.

"Later on, I began to pursue the path of power. I was young and ignorant at that time, so I spent a lot of money to buy a low-quality Kung Fu method, and I had fun for most of half a month. In order to become a disciple and learn Taoism, I was even abducted by evil people. . I almost got sold... Fortunately, I am a man, so I won't be sold into a brothel."

Laughter resounded from the viewing platforms on all sides again, and the demon monks looked at Luo Chuan who was chatting away, feeling as if they were listening to their friends bragging and talking about the world. In high spirits.

"I won't talk about the experience. I went through a lot of hardships and narrow escapes before I achieved the small achievements I have today. There was hard work, opportunity, luck, and the generous help of my brothers and friends. Only then did I survive by chance. Everyone has heard about what happened later. Luo accidentally ended up in the Ancient Sky Tower of Ten Thousand Prisoners, where he met the brothers from the Cannon Fodder Battalion and the White Dragon Emperor. "

Hearing this, the faces of the Bianhuang monks were filled with curiosity and excitement, and even the members of the Yudao Society began to become attentive.

Luo Chuan and the White Dragon Emperor teamed up to escape from the bitter cold days of the Great Misery. Even today, several years later, it is still a legend that is often mentioned in the Jiutian World.

But since it is a legend, it naturally comes from other people's mouths. It is difficult to tell whether it is true or false.

Now the protagonist is about to tell this legend personally, and everyone in the hall is pricking up their ears, not wanting to miss even a single word.

"At the beginning, the prison where Luo was imprisoned had many large and small forces, similar to the border wilderness today. The number one person in each force was called the boss. The first prison Luo was imprisoned in was , there are three people in charge, all of them are very strong. When they saw that I was new here, they started to cause trouble without even saying a word. "

"Huh, even if I become a prisoner, they are all accomplished people. Who would want to be subordinate to others? They want me to be humiliated and surrender. I only have one idea, and that is to kill them. I was angry I killed two of them, perhaps because of fate, and the remaining one did not take action. Now, he has become my brother. In the cannon fodder camp, he was also the first to follow me and accompany me through life and death until today. "Good brother."

There was a rustle of discussion and debate in the hall, and the monks' faces showed excitement. Even many members of the Royal Dao Society lowered their voices to discuss... The first follower in Boss Luo's story is not difficult. Guess, that person soon surfaced. It was most likely the Scarface King Tiger who once replaced Boss Luo in charge of the cannon fodder camp!

Luo Chuan smiled slightly and continued: "Later, after one or two years, or maybe two or three years, more and more brothers were willing to follow Luo, and gradually formed the prototype of today's cannon fodder camp. Many brothers were from the original The core brothers of the Luo Family Gang, such as Li Xiaochen and Red Beard.”

"However, in that prison, there are not only the Luo Family Gang, but also several other big forces. Among them, the boss of the biggest force, I still clearly remember, his name is Yan Zhongxian, he is very powerful, and is known as... the king of the body."

When the three words "Yan Zhongxian" were heard, many monks had strange expressions on their faces, as if they vaguely remembered such a famous figure.

"That Yan Zhongxian is also a nuisance, a bastard! He was afraid that our Luo Family Gang would become powerful, so he would come looking for trouble all day long. He repeatedly declared war, humiliated my brothers, and wanted to destroy our Luo Family Gang. However, at that time, his power really wanted to Far greater than the Luo family gang, and his strength is worthy of being the number one person on that level, of course, if you don’t count the veteran White Dragon Emperor who deliberately hides his strength.”

"What would you do in this situation?"

Luo Chuan asked as he glanced around the viewing platform.

The monks frowned, looking thoughtful.

Luo Chuan grinned, with a trace of magic flashing in his eyes, he opened his mouth and said word by word: "Of course... kill him."

"Emperor Bailong and I teamed up to kill Yan Zhongxian, and finally dominated the entire prison together."

"But even if we dominated the entire prison, we are still prisoners, living in fear every day, and living a life worse than death. Above us, there are still supervisory monks and three prison bosses. The three men, the eldest is called the Sword King of the West, the second is Li Yan, the Lord of the North Sand, and the third is called the Blood Hand Immortal Slaughter... They are all very strong, because only they can use the power of Taoism, and we can only rely on the suppressed physical strength."

"What would you do if it were you?"

"Kill them!" The monks of the Borderland shouted in unison. The sound shook the ceiling of the hall.

"That's right, I teamed up with Bailong, and under almost impossible circumstances, we killed them and embarked on the road of escape."

"On the road of escape, there are still many supervisory monks chasing and blocking. What should I do?"

"Kill them!" The demon monks shouted one after another, and everyone's eyes were full of excitement, and even many members of the Imperial Dao Association were infected.

"So in the end, I joined forces with my brothers in the cannon fodder camp and the White Dragon Emperor. We killed the masters who blocked our way to freedom. Finally, we escaped from the Wan Prisoner Ancient Heaven Tower."

"Isn't the purpose of our cultivation to be free and unrestrained? To show our strength to the fullest! Not to be bullied, humiliated, suppressed, or ignored!"

"What should we do if we are bullied?" Luo Chuan glanced coldly at the viewing platforms on all sides.

"Kill them!" The monks of the borderland shouted loudly.

"What should we do if we are humiliated?"

"Kill them!" The eyes of all the monks of the borderland were hot.

"What should we do if we are suppressed or given cold looks?"

"Kill them!"

The shouts were thunderous. Resounding throughout the hall!

"But where there are people, there will be high and low strengths. When there are many people, forces will gather into territories. Bullying, humiliation and suppression are inevitable..." Luo Chuan sighed, slowly turned around, and headed towards the Imperial Dao Association.

Swish!

Nearly ten thousand eyes followed Luo Chuan's direction and shot towards the Imperial Dao Association, most of which contained unwillingness and disobedience.

Although the Borderland is a free land, the freer it is, the more strength is valued. The members of the Imperial Dao Association are all the leaders of the Borderland forces, and they themselves have extremely strong strength. For ordinary Borderland cultivators, they are high above and cannot avoid bullying and indirect suppression.

The members of the Imperial Dao Association looked cold and felt the hostility of the Borderland cultivators. They looked at Luo Chuan with ugly faces.

On the throne of the round table, the Sky Sea Demon King rubbed his thumb, looked at Luo Chuan with a complicated look, and shook his head slightly.

Inciting more than half of the free cultivators in the Borderland to deal with the Imperial Dao Association? Boss Luo, Boss Luo, people's hearts can only withstand temporary temptations. You may barely be able to work with this trick. But in this way, the Borderland will be in chaos. Is this the Borderland you want?

Contrary to the expectations of the Demon King of Tianhai, Luo Chuan did not continue to speak. He turned around and clapped his hands.

Wow!

The door of the hall was pulled up, and monks in black armor and blood robes entered one after another. The blood stains on their bodies had not dried yet. The smoke, blood and sweat mixed together, that was the smell of fighting.

Looking at the nearly two hundred cannon fodder camp monks who rushed into the hall, the borderland monks quieted down, and the members of the Imperial Dao Association had cold eyes and murderous intent, ready to attack at any time.

However, soon everyone found that each of the cannon fodder camp monks was holding a big bag in his hand.

Red Beard took the lead and threw the big bag to the viewing platform seats first. Then, nearly two hundred cannon fodder camp monks threw their bags out one after another!

Wow!

Magical instruments, magic treasures, elixirs, demon seals... A bloody "treasure rain" fell over the viewing platform seats.

After a brief surprise, the borderland monks scrambled frantically.

At the round table, the faces of the three commanders were extremely ugly. How could they not see that the bloody "treasure rain" in the sky was taken from the spoils of their men.

"Bianhuang Blood Fortress is a small place after all. To put it nicely, it is a free land. To put it bluntly, hehe, it is just a place of exile. In my opinion, it is no different from the ancient heavenly tower of ten thousand prisoners. Therefore, when we, the people of Bianhuang, go outside, we will inevitably be looked down upon and bullied by others."

"Only by going out of Bianhuang and conquering the next one with strength, taking over the next base, and spreading the name of Bianhuang, can Bianhuang Blood Fortress have sufficient resources and get real development... just like my cannon fodder camp."

"When Bianhuang Blood Fortress has enough strength and reputation, no one will bully and suppress us at will, let alone be bullied to the door, and coerced from a distance, but still dare not speak out. In name, it has been separated, but in fact, it still has to work for a certain force."

As he spoke, Luo Chuan glanced at the Imperial Dao Association.

Many members of the Imperial Dao Association looked at the green-robed old demon and the black-robed old demon thoughtfully.

After the Border Wasteland monks scrambled for the treasure, they all quieted down and looked up at Luo Chuan.

"Although the Border Wasteland Council already has the Imperial Dao Association, it is only for internal use."

Luo Chuan smiled slightly.

After the voice fell, many members of the Imperial Dao Association had bright eyes, and they had already guessed what Luo Chuan was going to say next. The Sky Sea Monster King stopped rubbing his thumb and looked at Luo Chuan with deep appreciation.

"Therefore, I propose that the Border Wasteland Council, in addition to the Imperial Dao Association, establish another association! This association is called the Yuzhan Association, and it will co-exist with the Imperial Dao Association, jointly control the transmission nodes, specialize in internal defense, and external wars."

After Luo Chuan finished speaking, he looked at the seats on the viewing platform. (To be continued, please search for Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!