Supreme Immortal Demon

Qi Xinyue frowned: "Why do you..."

Hong Gongliu shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Everyone has accepted the kindness of fellow Taoist Qi, but there are eight demonic monks in flying boats outside. How sure are we that we can escape?"

"It's not like we haven't tried before, but we have been caught again and again. In order to retaliate, the demon monks will aggravate the evil spirit of the underworld... Fellow Daoist Qi, if we try it again, we may not be able to hold on." The descendant of the emperor spoke.

Qi Xinyue looked at the descendants of the emperor who were unwilling to move in the prison, with a look of disbelief on her face. Disappointment gradually showed in her eyes.

"Yuan Shitian, are you afraid too? You just took action." Qi Xinyue placed her last hope on Yuan Shitian.

Yuan Shitian raised his head, looking past Qi Xinyue and towards Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan turned around and walked out.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, how sure are you?" Yuan Shitian asked.

Luo Chuan did not stop and said with a smile: "You guys are like this, so of course there is nothing in Chengdu. Yuan Shitian, I didn't expect that even you would give up resistance and be willing to become a bargaining chip."

Yuan Shitian's tiger body trembled, and he gritted his teeth: "If I wait to follow you, I can be almost certain."

"Sixty percent." Luo Chuan stopped and turned around: "Maybe a little more."

Qi Xinyue looked at Luo Chuan complicatedly, and the young boy in Yulong in her memory was drifting away.

"Sixty percent... that's enough. Brother Luo, I'll just bet on it again." Yuan Shitian's face gradually became hot, and he turned to the descendants of the emperor on the side: "It's not yet time to give up, we are all young masters of the emperor's family. If you want to be a coward, just stay here!”

Qin Mo took out the seal from the demon monk's robe and opened the prison. The descendants of the emperor and the three trial monks escaped. With the help of Qi Xinyue, they cut off the chains and followed Luo Chuan out.

However, not long after he was released from the cage, the sounds of scolding and fierce fighting were heard in the distance.

The expressions of Qi Xinyue, Yuan Shitian and others all changed.

"Has Kong Yufeng's group been discovered?" Qi Xinyue murmured.

"let's go."

Luo Chuan's face was calm, he took the lead and continued to rush towards the spiral staircase. The Ancestor of the Qin Demon followed closely behind, looking in all directions, watching everything around him with vigilance.

After a moment, the sound of fighting in the distance disappeared completely.

Qi Xinyue frowned slightly. The remaining descendants of the emperor are worried.

When turning around a corridor passage. Everyone saw the bloody corpses on the ground. The descendants of the emperor had stunned expressions on their faces. All those lying in the pool of blood were demonic monks.

Figures of people came from the other side of the passage.

"Ran Fengjun." Yuan Shitian looked at the leader.

"You all killed them?" Qi Xinyue asked.

Ran Fengjun stood still: "I wanted to say the same thing. But the fact is that someone among them suddenly jumped out and killed all the patrolling monks. Then they disappeared."

"You mean. They kill each other?" Yuan Shitian looked suspicious.

Ran Fengjun shook his head: "Judging from the angle and timing of the man's action, it seemed that he had planned it for a long time... It was more like he took action to save us."

Yuan Shitian smiled and said: "If you really save us, why don't you show up? Don't be another cannon fodder camp."

Qi Xinyue listened on the sidelines. This was the second time she heard about the "cannon fodder camp" from the descendants of the emperor. What happened between Ran Fengjun, Yuan Shitian and the cannon fodder camp in the Blood Fortress on the border?

The sound of fierce fighting suddenly came from the upper cabin.

Yuan Shitian, Ran Fengjun and others closed their eyes one after another, and opened them after an instant, their eyes bursting with joy.

"Sure enough, someone is helping us. They are fighting again." Yuan Shitian said.

"Good opportunity. Maybe there is really hope to get out this time." Ran Fengjun's eyes lit up.

While the two were talking, a figure swept forward.

"Follow me," Luo Chuan said.

Ziyun and Qin Mo Ancestor followed closely behind Luo Chuan.

Qi Xinyue hesitated for a moment, exchanged glances with Kong Yufeng and Xiang Shaoxing on the other side, and followed Luo Chuan into the spiral staircase.

"Brother Ran, let's go." Yuan Shitian smiled and led ten descendants of the emperor to follow Luo Chuan.

Ran Fengjun raised his head and looked at Luo Chuan's back, his eyes focused: "That young man in Rong Yinglong's cabin?"

"That's right, it's him. I've long seen that this boy is unusual. I originally thought that Qi Xinyue was leading the rescue, but now it seems that he is the leader of the rescue." said a descendant of the emperor behind Ran Fengjun.

Another descendant of the emperor smiled and said: "This boy may have some special abilities, but no matter what, he can't be compared with my generation. Let alone pose a threat to Brother Ran."

"Luo Chuan... actually has the same name as the boss of the cannon fodder camp. Let's go and follow them."

Ran Fengjun disappeared and appeared next to Luo Chuan in a blink of an eye.

Soon, everyone was on the fifth floor.

What came into view was a bloody scene of chaos.

The demon monks seemed to be going crazy, fighting each other, using their own unique skills, and killing each other.

The hall was filled with nearly a thousand demon monks. Everyone's eyes were bloodshot and they had an evil look on their faces. If they got even a little closer, they would be drawn into the battle circle.

The five-story hall where Dao power was unleashed was definitely not something that the descendants of the emperor in the Return to the Void Realm could handle.

The descendants of the emperor were all crowded at the entrance of the spiral staircase, unable to move even an inch.

"This way."

Luo Chuan only took a brief look before making a decision and heading east. Ziyun and Qin Mo Ancestor naturally followed closely behind, never leaving. Qi Xinyue, Kong Yufeng and Xiang Shaoxing hesitated for a moment and then followed Luo Chuan.

"Why are they going there? Don't they have eyes? The fighting in the east is the most intense." A descendant of the emperor behind Ran Fengjun whispered.

"Sixty percent of the demon cultivators in the Dao power realm are concentrated in the east. If they go that way, it's no different from seeking death." Another descendant of the emperor sneered.

Ran Fengjun turned to the west, his eyes flashing: "Follow me."

As soon as the voice fell, Ran Fengjun dodged and flew in the direction of Luo Chuan.

The seven loyal descendants of the emperor followed Ran Fengjun and flew to the west without saying a word.

The remaining descendants of the emperor originally planned to chase Luo Chuan, but they stopped at this time. Turning to look at Ran Fengjun on the other side, hesitant.

"Wait a minute. Who is right and who is wrong between Brother Luo and Ran Fengjun will be clear in a while."

Yuan Shitian stood still and said lightly.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a team of people retreated back.

Ran Fengjun appeared at the entrance of the spiral staircase, with a sickly blush on his face, and his hands hidden under his sleeves trembling slightly. He was obviously involved in the battle and seriously injured. The seven descendants of the emperor who retreated with Ran Fengjun were embarrassed.

"Let's go."

Yuan Shitian looked at the expressionless Ran Fengjun, smiled, and took a step. Following Luo Chuan's footsteps, he swept out.

The descendants of the emperor no longer hesitated. Following Luo Chuan's back, they swept eastward.

Ran Fengjun fell behind, lowered his head, and his eyes flickered. I don't know what he was thinking.

Not long after. The descendants of the emperor passed through the five-story hall full of dangers. Climbed the spiral staircase.

Then the fourth floor, the third floor, the second floor... The higher you go in the cabin, the more demon monks there are, and the higher their cultivation. The battle is getting more intense.

Under the leadership of Luo Chuan, the descendants of the emperor, together with the last five surviving trial monks, seemed to be walking on the edge of a thousand-foot abyss, avoiding the attacks of Dao power again and again, wandering outside the battle circle, and finally reached the top floor.

The light from the distant void shone from afar, penetrating the big hole of the Fa Liu, and shining into the depths of the cabin.

The descendants of the emperor looked back and saw that the cabin hall had become a sea of ​​killing. The demon monks in the Dao power realm were fighting like crazy. Every area, every passage, and every corner was filled with Dao power and Dharma.

Blood and bone strangulation, Shura Purgatory!

In such a fourth-level death place, they, a group of Guixu realm monks, actually walked out safely! Except for the time when Ran Fengjun, no other monks were involved in the vortex of the battle circle!

The descendants of the emperor were afraid, and at the same time, they were shocked.

Although they didn't know why the demon monks in the Fa Liu killed each other, they knew who led them out of this death place.

More than 20 eyes turned to Luo Chuan at the same time.

On the deck, the boy who had returned to his original appearance was carrying a big bag on his back, and the tall and beautiful female Taoist beside him was also carrying a blood-stained big bag, which was full of magic weapons, magic tools and magic seals.

"Brother Luo is in a really good mood. He didn't forget to beg for money along the way." Yuan Shitian smiled, but his surprise was getting bigger and bigger.

It was beyond imagination that the boy in front of him could lead everyone out. But along the way, he actually had the mind to pick up treasures from the corpses of demon monks, from big magic weapons to small low-grade magic tools, and he was unwilling to let go of any of them.

"Bad habits are hard to change, brother Yuan, don't be offended. My wealth is far less than yours, so I have to rely on this." Luo Chuan's face floated with a green smile, and he seemed a little embarrassed.

Under the rainbow light of the void, the boy's slightly shy smile formed a sharp contrast with the blood-red big bag full of spoils behind him.

Qi Xinyue looked at Luo Chuan, smiled and shook her head, only to feel a sense of absurdity.

At this moment, a demon monk's head flew up from under the wing of the Fa Liu ship.

Only then did everyone realize that there was also a fight on the deck.

Following the direction of the head flying, everyone saw several figures fighting on the wing of the ship.

Three to three, the only three Daolun Realm monk leaders in the Fa Liu ship, facing the other three black-robed masked monks.

"Isn't he the one who killed all the patrolling monks before..." a descendant of the emperor behind Ran Fengjun murmured.

The three black-robed masked monks were full of murderous aura, and they all had the upper hand at this time. The black robe masks were restrained, and their figures and appearances could not be seen clearly, and their eyes could only be barely captured.

"Who are they? The family and Guangtian Pusheng don't know we are here, only the foreign domain church palace and the border wasteland... Could it be the cannon fodder camp?" An emperor's eyes flickered and he made a bold guess.

After a short silence, the other descendants of the emperor shook their heads.

"It can't be the cannon fodder camp. The cannon fodder camp won a great victory that night. Even if they can't become the master of the borderland, it's still a situation of two heroes ruling the world. We have long lost our value, and they will never risk offending the Demon Cult Palace to save us." Ran Fengjun said lightly.

When Ran Fengjun said this, Yuan Shitian was staring at the exposed eyes of one of his black-robed monks.

Although he changed his appearance, that look seemed familiar.

Yuan Shitian has a unique skill since he was a child. No matter whose eyes, he can remember them at a glance.

After a moment, Yuan Shitian's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a deep surprise flashed in his eyes.

It's him! Borderland Cannon Fodder Camp! Blood Sword Immortal Slaughter Li Xiaochen! (To be continued...)

ps: The next chapter will still be late.