Supreme Immortal Demon

No, I must find a way to escape!

Luo Chuan thought to himself.

However, even in the memory of Jiulong Jun, there is no precedent for anyone escaping from the Great Sadness and Bitter Frost Heaven.

However, Luo Chuan does know one!

Su Yuchen, the innate white snake, is probably the first person to escape from the Great Sadness and Bitter Frost Heaven since its establishment. However, her method of escape is to abandon her cultivation for a lifetime and reincarnate, which is too incredible and too tragic.

Is there any other way... to be a cannon fodder? In this way, I can leave the Great Sadness and Bitter Frost Heaven... But in the past ten thousand years, none of the thousands of cannon fodders have survived, so how can I be the lucky one. Even if the little turtle wakes up, it is not yet mature, and it is not the opponent of those terrible strong men, not to mention that it doesn't know when it will wake up.

Luo Chuan searched his brains, thought about it, but couldn't come up with a solution.

In the past, or in the Tiannan Region, Luo Chuan might try to take a risk and act as a cannon fodder to go to the outer void battlefield to try his luck.

But having personally been to the battlefield outside the domain and experienced the horror of the battle of magic, Luo Chuan would naturally not be stupid enough to gamble on the almost impossible luck.

Just like in a storm and flood, how can an ant survive.

"I can only survive here first and see if there is any opportunity."

Luo Chuan thought to himself, raised his head, and swept across the hundreds of monks in the 33rd dormitory.

Feeling Luo Chuan's gloomy and cold eyes, the monks in the 33rd dormitory were all panicked and secretly thought it was not good.

"You, if you have any secrets that you forgot to tell before, you can tell them now."

Luo Chuan looked around at everyone, and the monks' faces changed slightly wherever his eyes went, with a flattering smile on their faces, and looked away.

"Then, let's start with you. Boss Hu." Luo Chuan's eyes were fixed on Wang Hu.

"I dare not, the senior is the boss of our 33rd dormitory! Everyone, come and meet the boss... I don't know the boss's name. How to call him?" Wang Hu laughed and asked humbly.

"Luo." Luo Chuan said lightly.

"It's Luo Boss!"

"Hello, Luo Boss!"

"I pay my respects to Luo Boss!"

"This is the ether spirit spring water that I secretly hid with great difficulty. Please use it, Luo Boss."

"I still have three poisonous dragon fruits left. I will take them out to honor Luo Boss!"

Hundreds of monks bowed and nodded, trying to please the new leader of the 33rd House. Wang Hu and his eight men were defeated so quickly that they could not see any hope at all. They could only recognize Luo Chuan as the leader of the house.

Luo Chuan was unmoved. He looked at Wang Hu and sneered: "Want to change the subject?"

Wang Hu had a bitter look on his face. Under Luo Chuan's gaze, he had to tell Luo Chuan about a treasure cave he knew. Luo Chuan naturally would not believe it so easily and continued to interrogate. He was relieved until he confirmed that it was correct.

After interrogating Wang Hu, Luo Chuan did not stop, but asked Wang Hu to continue interrogating the other monks in the prison cell.

The monks were either resentful or hateful, but Luo Chuan ignored them.

This is necessary if you want to survive in the bitter cold days with no hope of escape.

Time passed, and the days passed one by one.

Every day, Luo Chuan would record a wave mark on the sea of ​​thoughts.

In the blink of an eye. Another year and a half passed. During this year and a half, Luo Chuan was not idle. Relying on his superior physical cultivation, he occupied the nine cells near the prison.

The more cells he occupied, the more monks and newcomers he would have, and accordingly, he would be able to obtain more secrets.

In this year and a half. A total of 29 batches of cannon fodder were sent to the outer void battlefield.

With the secrets he knew, Luo Chuan not only avoided being sent to the void battlefield, but also successfully saved a group of core monks with strong physical bodies, a total of 16 people, all of whom were powerful figures above the realm of the true way. Based on these 16 people, Luo Chuan has nearly 2,000 monks.

Even among all 136 cells on the first floor, Luo Lao Da is a well-known figure. Among all the cultivators on the first floor, the top five are qualified to call themselves the master.

Another day, Luo Chuan held a fragment of the black wooden dragon staff in his hand. He sat cross-legged in his independent cell, regulating his breath and meditating.

The Thousand-Step Prison Cell was empty, but there were two small sacred mountains, three green peach trees, and an 800-step long empty stream.

Luo Chuan sat under the peach tree with his back to the small sacred mountain, facing the clear stream, absorbing the void origin in the black wooden dragon staff.

Whether it was the sacred mountain, the peach tree, the stream or the black wooden dragon staff, they were all exchanged by Luo Chuan from the hands of the law enforcement cultivators.

As long as there were enough reliance, not only could he escape the fate of being cannon fodder, but he could also get some relatively superior conditions. Of course, the price was extremely high.

Just to get the fragment of the black wooden dragon staff, Luo Chuan paid the price of a flame cliff where an ancient rare phoenix was about to be born.

Fortunately, as Luo Chuan expected, the fragments of the black wooden dragon staff contained the origin of the void, which could be absorbed by the Tianmen True Pill.

In the past year and a half, in addition to fighting for the prison cells and cultivators, Luo Chuan spent the rest of his time practicing the Tianmen Mysterious God through various means! He has realized the second cause and effect mysterious pattern. As long as he can collect enough void origins, he can break through to the Tianmen Infant Realm, and then his strength will be further improved.

"Boss!"

A fierce voice came from outside the prison cell.

"Come in." Luo Chuan said.

A black shadow flashed by, and a giant spirit-like figure appeared in front of Luo Chuan.

Standing in front of Luo Chuan was a big man three feet tall, with muscles like meteorite bricks and skin as hard as black armor.

"What happened?" Luo Chuan asked.

"Report to the boss!" The big man's voice was buzzing, and when he spoke, a strong hurricane came out of his mouth, with a strong stench: "Brother Wang Hu went to the 42nd House to trade a few newcomers. , it was originally agreed upon, but unexpectedly the boss of Forty-two Houses went back on his promise. Not only did he refuse to trade, he also beat Brother Wang Hu so hard that he broke twelve bones and his face was distorted! "

"Wang Hu was beaten? Qi Xiu, please bring a few more people... take 300 people over and have a good talk with the boss of the Forty-two Houses. If I remember correctly, the boss of the Forty-Two Houses should be The one named Wu," Luo Chuan said calmly.

The big guy in front of him had a strange name: Xiu. He was born in a demonic palace in Tianchen Continent. He also practiced a second-level demonic body-refining method, the Ten Thousand-Zhang Thundergod Golden Body Technique. Half a year ago, when Luo Chuan conquered him, it took a lot of effort. Among the sixteen core monks under Luo Chuan, Xiu Qi ranked sixth, and his strength was still higher than that of Wang Hu.

"Boss, the man named Wu is not scary. What is scary is the man behind him. Even Xiuqi can't beat him." Qi Xiu said in a loud voice, and a cold light flashed in his wide eyes: "Boss has been practicing in seclusion these days, and so have we. We don’t dare to disturb the boss. But there seems to be a traitor among us, and he leaked the news about the boss’ retreat to Yan and Bai! Those two people have been provoking troubles these days, and they seem to be testing the boss! Wang Hu's beating today should be their last test. If the boss doesn't respond, Yan Bai and the others may join forces to attack. "

Qixiu is three feet tall and has a huge body. On the surface, he looks naive and silly, but in fact he is as smart as a fox. In these one hundred and thirty-six homes, without a little scheming and viciousness, no matter how strong you are, it will be difficult to survive.

The two people he mentioned, Yan and Bai, were recognized as the top two most powerful among the monks in the 136 prison cells.

Yan Zhongxian, a monk from Lingtai, specializes in cultivating the physical body. He has reached the state of enlightenment in the physical body and has traveled one hundred and thirty-six houses. He has been invincible for ten years. There are a total of thirty-five prison cells under his control, and he has nearly 10,000 monks under his command.

Boss Bai, whose name is unknown, has practiced a very high-level physical method. He is the only person who can fight to a tie with Yan Zhongxian Qianhe in the civil war. He occupies twenty-nine prison cells and has more than 7,000 monks under his command.

Although Luo Chuan also ranks among the top five, he only occupies ten prison cells and has less than two thousand monks under his command. Compared with Yan Bai and Yan Bai, there is still a big gap.

"Boss! The 31st House is under attack!"

"Boss! Something bad has happened! The monk named Bai broke into No. 28 House!"

"Boss! Sanshibashe can't hold on any longer!"

Following the shouts, a black-robed monk with an ugly face came over. In the blink of an eye, Luo Chuan's sixteen core monks, including Wang Hu, whose bones were broken, also limped over.

The sixteen monks who specialize in cultivating the physical body each have their own strange appearance, are aggressive and good at killing, and have their own hidden secrets. They are all more or less involved in the Demon Cult Palace. At this time, each one of them is standing filled with righteous indignation and a fierce look on his face. In front of Luo Chuan, he silently waited for Luo Chuan to speak.

In the bitter cold days of great sorrow, there are one hundred and thirty-six prison cells. Either you die or I live.

There is only one law here, and that is the simplest, most primitive and fairest law of the jungle.

Under the expectant gazes of the sixteen core monks, Luo Chuan put away the black dragon wooden staff, opened his eyes, and took a long breath. This breath sent out a ripple in the air, making bursts of thunder, and actually cut off the flow of the Lingxi River that was close to a thousand steps in front of him!

The sixteen monks looked at Luo Chuan with "shejin" eyes, a hint of admiration in their eyes.

You must know that in the prison of the Great Compassion and Bitter Cold Heaven, both the void and the air are sealed by terrifying power. Let alone breaking the void, even breaking the air is impossible.

Luo Chuan's casual breath made the air ripple slightly, enough to reveal the terrifying power contained in his body. This gave the core monks a little more hope for the upcoming chaos.

Among the sixteen core monks, only the big man Qi Xiu's face changed slightly. He looked at Luo Chuan fearfully and said nothing.

"Each of you, gather a hundred people. Don't go to rescue the prisoners who are being attacked. Come with me and go directly to the place where the surname is Yan."

Luo Chuan stood up, walked past the sixteen core monks, and walked straight forward.

The core monks faced Luo Chuan's back and knelt before him, showing respect on their faces.

As soon as Luo Chuan finished speaking, a hurricane blew from behind him and above his head.

The hurricane was filled with strong murderous intent, and it was suppressed with a crash, reaching the top of Luo Chuan in the blink of an eye!