Supreme Immortal Demon

"Old Third!"

"How dare you do it!"

"Rebellion! Really rebellion!"

Of the remaining seven monks, six roared and rushed towards Luo Chuan, leaving only the leopard-headed, ring-eyed monk who was in the lead, hesitating slightly and not moving forward.

Among the three major cultivation systems between heaven and earth, except for the Tianmen, most human monks only cultivate the Huangting Secret Realm and refine the myriad qi. Only a small number of human monks cultivate the spirit platform, or spend a lot of energy to cultivate the physical method. The six people in front of Luo Chuan belong to this category.

Under the premise that they cannot use the power of Tao, they can reach the fourth level of Nascent Soul with the power of the physical body alone. They turn into afterimages, wrapped in dense fist winds, and kill Luo Chuan from four angles.

The sound of metal hitting each other rang in the air, and the cyclones were like hurricanes, blowing in all directions. It was the movement of the six monks' bones rubbing and muscles contracting.

Although they hated Luo Chuan very much, they were not fools. They all saw that Luo Chuan was unusual, so they acted ruthlessly, went all out, and used all their killing moves.

Luo Chuan swallowed two breaths, one of clear air and one of turbid air, and the two breaths ran in parallel in his body, making him float in the air in a strange way.

Six masters who had already cultivated the power of Taoism and whose cultivation level surpassed the Return to Void Realm were rushing towards him from six directions, almost completely blocking any route for Luo Chuan to attack or escape.

In an instant, the killing moves of the six masters came.

Luo Chuan did not move, allowing the fists of the six masters of the True Dao Realm to hit his body.

Bang!

Six heavy punches that could split mountains and rivers passed through the afterimages and arrived at the same time, hitting Luo Chuan firmly!

Before the six masters could smile, severe pain came from their fists, and shock and disbelief appeared on their faces.

They used all their physical strength to hit as if they had hit an indestructible copper wall. Not only were the opponents safe and sound, but they also shattered a row of their finger bones.

After easily resisting the blows of the six masters, Luo Chuan flashed and finally made a move!

Dongdong!

The air reverberated with a sound like a huge bell. It was the sound of Luo Chuan's bones rubbing against each other and his body expanding and contracting.

Although they were both using physical strength, Luo Chuan's punch was faster than the previous six masters combined!

The gloomy monk was the first to be knocked away by Luo Chuan's punch. In mid-air, a large part of his head was sunken, and then the whole thing exploded. He died on the spot.

Luo Chuan succeeded in one move, and he was confident, so he became more and more ruthless.

Puff!

In mid-air, a ten-foot-long air column passed through, as if a silver spear passed by at a speed beyond the Return to Void Realm, leaving no afterimage. It was Luo Chuan who kicked out with his leg, sweeping towards a monk on the right.

The monk was cut off by Luo Chuan's spear-like leg, his upper body fell down, his lower body flew up, and his body was destroyed on the spot.

In another four moves, Luo Chuan knocked the remaining four masters away and hit the walls and pillars of the prison cell from a distance. Seven or eight bones in his body were broken, and he fell to the ground and fainted!

The fierce fight started quickly and ended quickly.

In just two moments, six masters of at least the True Dao Realm died and four were seriously injured, but they did not pose any threat to Luo Chuan.

If it were not for the prison cell that restricted the power of Taoism, if it were outside, let alone six great masters of the True Dao Realm, even a random ancestor of the Return to Void Realm in the Tiannan Region would be enough to chase Luo Chuan away and flee in embarrassment.

"Hu."

Luo Chuan exhaled a breath of turbid air and fell to the ground from mid-air, like a feather, not falling into the dust.

The prison cell was silent, and there was not even a shadow within a radius of nine hundred steps around Luo Chuan.

In the thousand-step prison cell, hundreds of cultivators retreated to the outermost hundred steps. They stared at Luo Chuan nervously, and their flickering eyes revealed their nervous and uneasy state of mind at this time.

Luo Chuan didn't know that when he attacked and killed the first True Daoist, a murderous intent that seemed to be innate gushed out. Covering him, cold, murderous, and murderous, the entire Thousand-Step Prison Cell was shrouded in the death energy he exuded.

After burying the corpses of tens of thousands of people in the pit for two years, the death energy in the realm of life and death was inadvertently tempered and sublimated, surpassing Luo Chuan's realm of life, and the death energy was born from this, as if an immortal demon crawled out of the Yinchuan reincarnation path, killing intent, murderous energy and death energy merged into one.

Hundreds of masters who were at least the fourth level of Guixu, and 90% of them had refined the power of Tao, stared at Luo Chuan in shock and fear, vaguely aware of their previous mistakes in judgment.

"This man's physical cultivation is so strong! There is no way he is really a mere Nascent Soul."

"Yes. The 33rd House and Eight Tigers, among the 136 houses on this floor, his physical cultivation is enough to enter the top 30. He was powerless in front of this man."

"Judging from his current physical strength, his true cultivation is probably at the level of an elder of a medium-sized sect in Tianchen Continent. He must have been seriously injured and was beaten back to the Nascent Soul realm."

"Impossible. If he really has such an identity, how could he be locked up on the same floor with us?"

"Anyway, his murderous aura is too strong, so it's better to be careful."

The whispers of the masters in the cell drifted into Luo Chuan's ears, and Luo Chuan carefully selected useful information.

Until now, Luo Chuan still didn't know where he was.

According to the last memory preserved by Tianmen's mind, he should have been sold to some cannon fodder camp after being dug out of the pit by the wretched middle-aged cultivator, but this place was very different from the cannon fodder camp that Luo Chuan imagined.

One hundred and thirty-six dormitories on the first floor... the thirty-third dormitories... where exactly is this place?

Luo Chuan raised his head and fixed his gaze on the monk with the leopard head and round eyes.

The monk had been sitting restlessly. Seeing Luo Chuan looking at him, his face turned pale. He gritted his teeth and walked out of the crowd.

"I am not as skilled as you. I surrender. You can kill me or chop me up. It's all up to you." The monk bowed to Luo Chuan and said with a stiff face.

"What's your name? What's your cultivation level?" Luo Chuan asked.

"I am Wang Hu." The monk was stunned and replied, "Before being imprisoned, I was at the fourth level of the True Dao."

"What exactly is this place? What did you do to be imprisoned here?" Luo Chuan asked.

Wang Hu looked at Luo Chuan with increasing surprise, then smiled bitterly and said, "Senior, you don't know that this place is a place dedicated to imprisoning prisoners of war. I guess you, like me, have participated in the battle of magic outside the Void Domain, but you were the loser. After being defeated, you became a prisoner and were sold here to serve as cannon fodder in the future."

Luo Chuan asked one question, and Wang Hu answered one.

Gradually, Luo Chuan began to understand his current situation.

Unlike what he thought before, this place does not belong to any of the participating forces, but to a neutral force, which is specially used to receive prisoners of war.

In every war, there will be winners and losers, and the monks of the losing side will also be captured.

But the resources owned by each force are limited in a certain fixed period of time, and they cannot afford to support so many captured monks. After killing the leader, the ordinary captured monks will be gathered and sold here.

The monks sold here are also divided into many levels, with different prices and different treatments.

The weakest monks, worth only ten Saint Yuan coins, will be regarded as cannon fodder and imprisoned in the first level, which is often called the cannon fodder camp by the outside world. The place where Luo Chuan is now is the cannon fodder camp. The role of the cannon fodder camp is that whenever there is a battle, the participating forces will come to the cannon fodder camp to buy monks and throw them into the most dangerous battlefield to serve as cannon fodder.

The more powerful monks will be imprisoned on the second to seventh floors. Every day, many monks from various forces will come on flying cranes or giant flying boats to select monks from the second to seventh floors. As long as you can pay the corresponding price, you can get any monk you want. Buying them back as slaves, testing immortal positions, or refining them into Taoist soldiers are all very good choices.

The eighth floor is where some truly powerful monks live. Whether it is the environment or the treatment, it is thousands of times better than the first to seventh floors. This kind of monks are either the masters of a certain force in the past, or the giants of a region. They hold a certain secret, so they can survive.

As for the ninth floor, it is said that tens of thousands of years ago, many unimaginable terrible beings were imprisoned. Their strength was stronger than that of the giants of a certain force. In the Nine Heavens, they were also close to the level of Xuanjun and Zuzun.

But in recent years, it has been heard that the people in the ninth floor have fallen and died one after another.

"Then why did you ask me for secrets before? What were you doing?" Luo Chuan asked.

Wang Hu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Senior, you don't know. If you enter the cannon fodder camp, you will basically die tragically in the void battlefield, unless you are not selected to be sold to a big force as cannon fodder, which requires bribing the law enforcement monks of the cannon fodder camp. Before we entered the camp, all the treasures were looted. If you want to bribe the law enforcement monks, you can only sell the secrets you know." "So." Luo Chuan nodded: "After entering the void battlefield, is it true that no one can survive?" "No one." Wang Hu shook his head firmly: "Senior, you don't know. I Once thrown into the void battlefield, the power of Taoism is also sealed, and only the strength of the flesh remains... Not to mention survival, it is simply difficult to move. "

"So, you must not be thrown into the battlefield outside the domain." Luo Chuan thought to himself, and asked casually: "Then what is this place, and is there any name?"

"Here..." Wang Hu looked Luo Chuan up and down, and was too lazy to hide the surprise in his eyes: "It seems that the senior must be a master who has never been out of the world, otherwise how could he not even know this place... This is the Great Sadness and Bitter Cold Heaven."

Great Sadness and Bitter Cold Heaven!

Luo Chuan's heart was shaken, and he was stunned.

Great Sadness and Bitter Cold Heaven, a strange yet familiar name! Just not long ago in Zhou Jingzhong, the reincarnated innate white snake Su Yuchen that Luo Chuan met escaped from the Great Sadness and Bitter Cold Heaven!

Luo Chuan never thought that after two years, he actually came to the Great Sadness and Bitter Cold Heaven.

The memory of Jiulongjun flashed through his mind, and Luo Chuan's face was slightly cold.

Great Sadness and Bitter Cold Heaven, the heaven established by the saints! Once you are imprisoned, there is no escape!