Supreme Immortal Demon

Listening to the shouts and killing sounds behind the bronze gate, the eyes of Wang Hu and other thirteen core monks also turned red, and a fierce aura emanated from them, like wisps of black smoke, covering and expanding, the shortest being three or four feet, and the highest being nearly ten feet.

As the saying goes, "A man is red when he is near a red man, and he is black when he is near a black man."

This fierce aura was developed over the past year and a half when they followed Luo Chuan to fight, and it was often exposed during the fight to increase its power.

However, compared with Luo Chuan's fierce aura that was as high as a hundred feet, Wang Hu and the thirteen were not inferior to him by a little bit.

The fierce aura rose from Luo Chuan's body, spread, and penetrated through the bronze gates on both sides, entering the nine thousand-step prison cells. Including the one occupied by Luo Chuan alone, there were a total of ten prison cells.

The more than two thousand monks in these ten prison cells were the foundation of Luo Chuan's power.

At this time, the front of the nine prison cells was almost all attacked by Yan Zhongxian. The monks under Luo Chuan's command fought and retreated, and had retreated to the bronze gates on both sides of Luo Chuan.

Across the bronze gate, the monks sensed Luo Chuan's breath, and their confidence and fighting spirit were rekindled. However, the keys to the bronze gate were in the hands of the supervising monks. They were only one door away from Luo Chuan, but they could not open it.

"Boss, something seems to be wrong." Wang Hu walked up and whispered, "These doors are usually open at this time, but they are tightly closed today."

"No need to think, it must be the supervising monks who did it on purpose." Another core monk said.

"Could it be that this time, Yan Zhongxian bribed even the supervising monks? The three leaders of the supervising monks, Xitian Sword King and Beisha Jun, have not returned yet, and the remaining Blood Hand Immortal Slaughterer Li Guang and our boss have never dealt with each other..."

"Yan Zhongxian's move is really cruel! First, he planted a traitor. He bribed Qi Xiu and the other three. Now he is working with Blood Hand Immortal Slaughter to separate us from more than 2,000 brothers!"

"Yes, it's a dead end for us to go to Yan Zhongxian like this!"

The core monks whispered, looking uneasy.

Wang Hu frowned, and a trace of tension rose in his heart.

In the cannon fodder camp, if you offend the boss of one side, you may end up dead, but if you offend the supervising monk, it will only be worse than death.

Among the three supervising monks, Luo Lao Da has a good relationship with Xitian Sword King and Beisha Jun. He has an average relationship with Blood Hand Immortal Slaughterer Li Guang. It can even be said to be bad. For some reason, Blood Hand Immortal Slaughterer Li Guang likes to make things difficult for Luo Lao Da from time to time, but he is closest to Yan Zhongxian.

Two months ago. Xitian Sword King and Beisha Jun went out for something. They have not returned yet. Li Guang is the only one left among the three leaders, holding the power alone. It happened that at this time, Yan Zhongxian attacked Luo Chuan without warning. It is known that Li Guang’s support is indispensable behind this.

"Boss..." Wang Hu hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Yan Zhongxian obviously came prepared. He is most likely going to take real action and catch us all in one fell swoop. With the support of Li Guang, this battle is not easy to fight... It is better to drag it out first and wait for the return of the Sword King of the West. With his support, there is no need to worry about Li Guang."

"Yes." Another core cultivator seemed to have misinterpreted Wang Hu's words: "Why not temporarily seek peace with Yan Zhongxian."

"If we can seek peace, at least we can reduce some losses."

"It is not that there is no precedent for seeking peace in the cannon fodder camp. As long as two-thirds of the prison cells are ceded, most people will agree to seek peace... Boss, why not give it a try first?"

"As long as the green mountains are there, there is no need to worry about running out of firewood. More than 2,000 brothers are still locked up in there. If we force them, these more than 2,000 brothers will not be able to be saved."

Three more core cultivators echoed.

Luo Chuan stood quietly in the middle of the corridor without saying a word. The murderous aura like black smoke gathered a hundred feet above his head and spread in all directions, as if a giant hand was extending tentacles to grab the bronze doors of the nine prison cells.

Suddenly, Luo Chuan slashed out with a palm!

His eyes were instantly filled with a burst of strange light. A ball of white light gathered, compressed, and boiled from his palm. When he slashed out with a palm, the world in front of him seemed to be split into two pieces. A wave of air abyss like a sea wave emerged from under his palm, pulling the air on both sides of him.

"It's the meaning of momentum!" A core monk was surprised.

It took Luo Chuan only one tenth of a finger snap to retract this palm. When this one tenth of a finger snap passed, the nine bronze doors on both sides of the corridor trembled violently, making a drum-like sound.

With a bang, three of the nine bronze doors were pulled out in one piece! The other six were torn into pieces, collapsed and flowed, revealing the scene behind the door!

Clang, the bronze door fell to the ground.

There was complete silence inside and outside the prison.

Whether it was the core monks or the monks in the prison cells, they all stared at the door destroyed by Luo Chuan in shock. They knew that Luo Lao Da was very strong, otherwise they would not choose to rely on him, but no one expected that Luo Lao Da could break the door of the sealed prison cell with just his physical strength!

The 136 thousand-step prison cells in the cannon fodder camp, whether bronze walls or gates, were all blessed with the post-heavenly mysterious pattern seal. Even Qi Xiu and Tu Xing Wang, with their full strength, could not cause any damage to the walls and gates. It was almost a pipe dream to want to break the bronze door with one palm.

However, it was not that no one in the cannon fodder camp could do this.

In the past fifty years, Yan Zhongxian and Bai Lao Da had done it before, and there was no third person besides them.

When Yan Zhongxian was first imprisoned in the cannon fodder camp, he did not want to be humiliated, so he broke through thirty thousand-step prison cells alone, destroyed twenty bronze walls and thirteen bronze doors.

After getting drunk, Boss Bai casually pointed his finger and sent out a wave of energy, which shattered a gate a thousand steps away. This made him the second person in the cannon fodder camp overnight, second only to Yan Zhongxian.

Luo Chuan's palm smashing of the gate today not only gave hope to more than 2,000 monks under his command, but also frightened the monks under Yan Zhongxian in front of the prison cell, and made them hesitate.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, more than 2,000 monks rushed out of the nine cells and gathered behind Luo Chuan. Among them, 40% of the monks had a fierce aura, like black smoke, but less than ten feet high.

"Who else wants to make peace?"

Luo Chuan turned his head and glanced at the three core monks indifferently.

The three core monks had stiff faces. Pursing their lips, the intention to fight gradually emerged on their faces.

"Fight!"

"Kill!"

"Go directly to the old nest of the surname Yan and beat back all the previous ones!"

The three core monks rushed out with red eyes, and the rest of the core monks and more than 2,000 monks followed closely behind, rushing forward like a black tide rushing in the corridor.

At some point, Luo Chuan had appeared at the forefront of the team, with cold eyes and flying long hair, looking like a fierce god.

Along the way, they also encountered many monks who came to intercept. Either they were easily dispersed by Luo Chuan's men. Or they saw Luo Chuan's fierce momentum and did not dare to fight, so they automatically gave in.

Not long after, the cannon fodder camp was like a densely packed square grid in the passage. Only Yan Zhongxian, Bai Lao Da and Luo Chuan were left.

The rest of the bosses of each house closed the door tightly. They took care of their men. They hid far away and watched the battle.

Not long after, Luo Chuan and the monks behind him rushed through 38 passages and broke up 14 sniper blocks. Appeared in front of a tall gray city.

There are only prisons in the cannon fodder camp. This city is also a prison, but it is a special prison: the first prison of the cannon fodder camp.

The city is a defensive magic weapon with a Sumeru mustard seed space inside. It is a birthday gift from the supervising monk to the leader of the first prison.

Among the many imprisoned monks in the cannon fodder camp, the only one who can be on an equal footing with the supervising monk is the king of the flesh, Yan Zhongxian.

The monks who were originally murderous all the way came to the city and calmed down at the same time.

They looked at the three people on the top of the city, and the enthusiasm and fighting spirit on their faces began to decline, and finally dissipated, replaced by awe and uneasiness.

On the left side of the three people on the top of the city is the landlord of this place, Yan Zhongxian. Wearing a brown feather robe, long hair draped over his shoulders, and handsome, Yan Zhongxian is different from the burly and strong imagined by others. He is quite delicate, with fair skin and a faint luster.

However, those who are proficient in the way of the flesh know that true flesh masters are not three meters tall, nor do they have strange shapes. They often look the same as ordinary people, and it is difficult to detect them without careful observation.

On the right side, there is a middle-aged monk with a rough appearance and a compassionate smile on his face. Compared with Yan Zhongxian, Boss Bai looks more ordinary, just like an ordinary monk that can be seen everywhere in the cultivation world. Among the many bosses in the cannon fodder camp, Boss Bai is also the one with the best reputation and the most trustworthy.

On the main seat above Yan Zhongxian and Boss Bai, there sits a bald fat man with a ruddy face. When the bald fat man looks at people, he always subconsciously squints his eyes, making people always think he is smiling.

At this time, he looked at Luo Chuan, and that was it.

"Boss Luo? Haven't you been in seclusion? How come you have time to come here today?" Blood Hand Immortal Butcher Li Guang stared at Luo Chuan with a smile: "Why? And you brought so many people? Boss Luo, what do you mean?"

Luo Chuan didn't say anything, just raised his head and looked at Yan Zhongxian lightly.

Yan Zhongxian took a sip of wine, gently put down the wine cup, turned his head to look at Luo Chuan, and smiled slightly.

Buzz!

Two evil spirits were released from the eyes of the two people, like two black rainbows, crashing in the air.

Seeing that Luo Chuan was only concerned with confronting Yan Zhongxian, but ignored Blood Hand Immortal Butcher Li Guang, Wang Hu thought about it, walked out from behind Luo Chuan, and bowed deeply to the top of the city: "Reporting to Lord Li, the thing is this, Boss Yan tore up the agreement privately, and sent people to attack Boss Luo's territory..."

Before Wang Hu finished speaking, he was interrupted by laughter on the top of the city.

Blood Hand Immortal Butcher Li Guang raised his head and laughed, laughing so hard that the mountains shook, the sky was dark, and the city trembled. As the leader who supervises the monks, Li Guang is not bound by prohibitions and magic arrays and can use Tao power.

Except for Yan Zhongxian, Bai Lao Da and Luo Chuan, the other monks were dizzy and shaky in Li Guang's laughter, and they were extremely uncomfortable.

"Territory? Where do you, a mere prisoner, get your territory?"

"Wang Hu? You are just a little running dog! A muddy thing! What qualifications do you have to talk to me!"

"Hmph, even if you are the boss, you are just a watchdog in front of me! If you make me feel bad one day, I don't want you anymore. Don't say you continue to be the boss. Even if you die, I won't let him die well."

Li Guang said while laughing, his eyes moved from Wang Hu to Luo Chuan, his eyes were playful, and his tone slowed down: "Luo Lao Da, you haven't answered me yet. What do you mean by bringing so many people here? (To be continued. Please search for Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!