Supreme Immortal Demon

On the bottom floor of the Fa Liu cabin, five teams of demon monks continued to patrol the eight corridors.

Not long after, it was the turn of two teams of demon monks to change shifts.

No one noticed that the six people at the end of one team of demon monks exchanged glances at the corner and used their skills to move in the east and west directions.

In a blink of an eye, the three "demon monks" who left the team in the west had crossed the corridor and were out of the control range of the patrolling monks, less than two hundred steps away from the prison.

"This is too easy. They didn't chase us? They didn't even notice... I always feel that something is wrong." Qi Xinyue whispered.

Beside her, a tall "demon monk" did not speak, but stood respectfully behind another "demon monk".

Xiaoqin...

An unforgettable picture flashed through Qi Xinyue's mind.

Just now, the five people in the Dan cabin attracted six demon monks in the Guixu realm. Among the six cultivators, two were at the fourth level of Guixu, and the remaining four were all at the fourth level.

If it was a one-on-one fight, Qi Xinyue was confident that she could kill any demon cultivator at the fourth level of Guixu with her cultivation at the second level of Guixu. If she caught them by surprise, she could even kill them within five moves. But it was unlikely to kill them instantly, not to mention that there were six of them.

Just when Qi Xinyue thought that her plan had failed and was about to retreat, the sixteen cultivators appeared.

Sixteen people, men and women, tall and short, but their auras all reached the peak of the fourth level of Guixu, and their auras were full and abundant. They were only half a step away from refining their mana into Dao power and breaking through to the realm of the true Dao.

The six demon cultivators found something wrong, and before they could give a warning, they were silently killed.

Only one of the sixteen cultivators took action, and the one who took action was a beautiful woman, who seemed to be the leader of the sixteen cultivators. Luo Chuan called her Xiaoqin, and she called Luo Chuan the master.

Qi Xinyue became more and more curious as she stared at the young boy's face, which was innocent and calm.

From a young monk who boarded the Yulong Ship by chance, to a dual-system immortal with extraordinary talent, to being worshipped as a master by a group of quasi-true monks with unpredictable potential... How many secrets does this boy have? He went to the outer domain. What was the purpose?

Qi Xinyue didn't think about it any further. Her eyes were gradually attracted by the tragic scene in front of her.

The prison was full of dark blood evil spirits. Under the deliberate control of the demon monks, the dark blood evil spirits turned into black-faced and blood-eyed skeletons. They flew around wantonly. When they caught a trial monk, they opened their mouths. They showed their fangs and bit down.

Ordinary trial monks were weak and their minds were unstable. In addition, the blood-eyed skeletons were deliberately targeting them, resulting in heavy casualties. At this time, all the ordinary passengers on the Yulong had died in the prison, and only three of the young trial monks were still alive. They were struggling to survive under the tyranny of the dark blood evil spirit, and they used their last magic power to resist stubbornly.

As for the descendants of the emperor, they sat cross-legged one by one, their faces were pale and their lips were purple. Occasionally, they opened their eyes and glanced blankly at the ordinary monks, and their eyes were dim.

Although the dark blood evil spirit did not transform into a blood-eyed skeleton to attack them, it did not make them feel good.

At this time, the total amount of dark blood evil spirit in the prison was far more than before, constantly attacking the bodies of the descendants of the emperor. Many descendants of the emperor with ordinary bodies had been invaded by the dark blood evil spirit in their internal organs and dantian. They were pale, shaky, and could faint at any time.

The only ones who were better off were Yuan Shitian, Hong Gongliu, and another descendant of the emperor who specialized in physical training.

"They deliberately used such a heavy hand in front of us, killing so many monks... These evil spirits are seeking revenge. In comparison, we are still lucky." Hong Gongliu looked at the dead bodies beside him and murmured.

"We are lucky because we have a good father who comes from the Emperor's family. Catching us means we have the bargaining chips to negotiate with the Emperor's family. In fact, they were just innocently implicated and died because of us." Yuan Shitian opened his eyes and whispered.

Another descendant of the Emperor shook his head: "If we had known this, we would have fallen into the hands of the Cannon Fodder Camp. Although the Cannon Fodder Camp uses us, they will not use such torture methods."

"Even if we offer us, the Cannon Fodder Camp may not dare to take us." Yuan Shitian shook his head: "Although the Cannon Fodder Camp succeeded in counterattacking that night and killed three major forces in one night, it must have become one of the most powerful forces in the borderland now. Unfortunately, even if the Cannon Fodder Camp and their boss were given a thousand courage, they would not dare to offend the Demon Cult."

"Hey! What are you arguing about! What are you three talking about? I'm talking to you!"

A demon monk guarding the prison came over and glared at Yuan Shitian and the other two fiercely. He shook the blood-stained copper whip lightly under his hand and raised the corner of his mouth: "If anyone dares to say a word of nonsense again, I will fuck him to death tonight and make him want to live or die!"

The prison became quiet.

Yuan Shitian closed his eyes, pinched the secret seal with both hands, and used his power to restore his vitality. Hong Gongliu stared at the iron chain wrapped around his arm, with a thoughtful look on his face. The other descendant of the Emperor looked into the distance without saying anything.

The only similarity was that a trace of shame and anger flashed across the faces of the three people. Being beaten and scolded by a Guixu demon who looked down on them on weekdays was definitely a humiliation that they would never forget for the descendants of the Emperor who had been high and mighty since birth.

Sensing the grief and anger of Hong Gongliu and others, the demon monk smiled more brilliantly.

However, at this moment, footsteps came from not far away.

The five demon monks who were supervising the prisoners turned their heads together, with alert expressions on their faces.

"Who are you! Stop!" shouted a demon monk of the fourth level of Guixu, who was in the lead.

Luo Chuan, Qi Xinyue, and Qin Mo Ancestor stopped five steps away from the cage.

"One of our own." Luo Chuan deliberately made his voice hoarse, sounding like a demonic monk who was possessed by practicing evil arts.

"Is it you? If you three don't go on patrol, what are you doing here?" the leader of the demon monks asked.

"We are here to transfer these prisoners under the orders of our superiors." Luo Chuan stared at the demon monk without showing any signs of weakness.

After the words fell, all the monks in the prison who were still sane looked at Luo Chuan and the others.

"Arrived so soon? Haha, when we arrive at the Demon Sect Palace, we are waiting for redemption." Yuan Shitian stretched his body, as cynical as ever, but his voice was full of bitterness.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt something pricked his face.

Yuan Shitian was startled, then raised his head, and saw the shorter one among the three newly arrived demon monks looking at him meaningfully.

There was only one glance, like lightning.

After a blink of an eye, the demonic monk withdrew his gaze.

Yuan Shitian was confused. He vaguely felt that he had seen that look somewhere before, but he had never seen the three demon monks in front of him before today.

"Transfer prisoners?" The leading supervising monk frowned: "So fast? There is still at least one day's journey from the outer domain... Do you have an order from above?"

"No." Luo Chuan shook his head.

The demonic monks who were supervising the prison had strange eyes. The leading monk looked Luo Chuan up and down and chuckled: "Transferring prisoners is a serious matter, so fellow Taoist monks should go and ask for approval from the superiors first. If anything happens, we can't bear the burden." rise."

"rational."

Luo Chuan still nodded. As he spoke, he turned around and walked back.

His body had just passed Qin Mo and Qi Xinyue, and a cold light burst out from his eyes: "Do it!"

Ancestor Qin Mo and Qi Xinyue were well prepared and had been waiting for Luo Chuan's words.

In the blink of an eye, two people rushed out at the same time!

The ancestor of the piano demon is in mid-air. The sleeves of the robe were rolled up, and a row of invisible and colorless strings emerged from the air.

The jade fingers clasped the strings, and the second level of sound attack was added to the magic power of the thunder path, turning into sound attack air waves to envelope four of the demon monks.

The next moment the piano demon ancestor plucked the strings!

A series of sound attack machines wrapped in the power of thunder, like a black wave, rushing towards the four demon monks!

The Qin Demon Ancestor's cultivation was only half a step away from the True Dao realm, and he even understood the sound attack technique that was rare in the world of Jiutian. Combined with the thunder meaning of the Kirin Copper Coin, he killed three people on the spot without any suspense. A demonic monk.

Almost at the same time, Qi Xinyue also appeared in front of a demon monk of the third level of Guixu. Using the unique skills of the Emperor Family, he unexpectedly killed his opponent.

From the beginning to the end of their actions, the two of them made no sound at all. In a moment of silence, the four demon cultivators of the Guixu realm were wiped out, leaving only the last demon cultivator of the fourth level of the Void Realm.

He looked at Luo Chuan and the others in horror, turned around and ran away, but before he could get far, an iron arm stretched out from the prison tightly wrapped around his neck, and he covered his mouth tightly.

"Well..." The demon monk uttered the last voice he left in this world, and was immediately strangled by the ancestor of the piano demon.

Deep in the cabin, in front of the cage, the five demon monks who guarded the prison couldn't even find the bones, only a pool of blood, deserted.

There was also silence in the cage.

The descendants of the emperor stared at the scene in front of them in disbelief. They had been suppressed by the evil spirit of the underworld for more than a day. They also saw five monks from the outside world being brutally killed by their companions. They felt that their minds were a little hard to turn around.

"Are you...the cannon fodder camp?" Hong Gongliu asked in a low voice with bright eyes.

"The cannon fodder camp? The cannon fodder camp that caused so much trouble in Shangjiang Sect? Are they here too?" Qi Xinyue murmured, scanning the emperor's descendants with her beautiful eyes, and sneered: "Why, you can't even recognize me."

"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Qi. Your ability to disguise yourself has become even more powerful." Yuan Shitian's tone was a little complicated, and his eyes fell on Luo Chuan: "This is..."

"He is my good brother Luo Chuan." Qi Xinyue said before Luo Chuan could.

Except for Yuan Shitian, the descendants of the emperor were all stunned.

Yuan Shitian looked deeply at Luo Chuan and said with a wry smile: "What are you doing here?"

"Nonsense, of course I'm going to save you." Qi Xinyue raised her eyebrows and said, "Okay, if you're moved, we'll talk about it later. Hurry up and escape with us."

To Qi Xinyue's surprise, Yuan Shitian did not move, nor did the dozen or so descendants of the emperor behind him. (To be continued...)