Supreme Immortal Demon

Luo Chuan withdrew his gaze from Yan Zhongxian and turned his head to look at Li Guang.

There are three supervisory leaders in the Cannon Fodder Battalion. They are all local monks from the Great Compassion and Bitter Cold Heaven and belong to the forces of universal sages. Among them, Xitian Sword King and Beisha Jun are both at the second level of Daolun Realm, and only Blood Hand Immortal Slaughter Li Guang is at the first level of Daolun Realm.

Daolun realm is the second highest realm after the true Tao realm, after the Tao power is refined. Anyone who can cultivate to the level of Daolun is considered a little master.

Among Luo Chuan's core monks, including Qi Xiu, Tu Xing Wang and Troll Immortal, there were six who had practiced to the Dao Lun realm, but they were all only at the first level of the Dao Lun.

As far as Luo Chuan knew, among the 136 monks in the Cannon Fodder Camp, except for Yan Zhongxian and Bai Laoda, whose former Taoist cultivation was a mystery, none of the other monks had broken through to the Taoist Realm.

Not to mention that Luo Chuan's magic power is now blocked, even if it is not blocked, facing a being in the Daolun realm is like an ant facing a giant elephant.

Fortunately, although Li Guang can use his Tao power, he cannot fully use it due to the restrictions of the prison seal. After two years of "death" and one and a half years of fierce battles in the prison, Luo Chuan had accumulated more and more evil energy, and was able to faintly connect with the purest evil energy left by Jiulong Lord, so he was not afraid. Li Guang.

"I'm here just to seek justice from Boss Yan." Luo Chuan said, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Fair?" Li Guang smiled with surprise in his eyes and raised his voice slightly.

"Haha, it's fair..." Yan Zhongxian sat high on the city wall, sipping the wine and smiling playfully.

Boss Bai did not speak, and drank one glass of fairy wine after another. Soon, a drunken blush appeared on his cheeks, and he looked down at Luo Chuan below the city, without concealing the sarcasm in his eyes.

At this time, thunderous footsteps sounded not far away, and in the blink of an eye, large numbers of monks came through the passages in all directions and gathered in front of the city. More than two thousand people in Luochuan were surrounded from three directions.

Soon, the number of monks surrounding Luochuan's troops exceeded 10,000, and the number was still increasing.

More than half of the more than 2,000 monks under Luo Chuan looked panicked, and their fighting spirit and morale were also decreasing little by little.

"Speaking of fairness... Haha, I have always treated you and other prisoners fairly." Blood-Hand Immortal Slaughter Li Guang smiled slightly. Raising his glass: "Boss Luo, you, Boss Yan, and Boss Bai are the leading figures among the prisoners. Whatever happens, you should sit down and discuss it. No matter what the outcome of the discussion is, as long as it does not violate the three major principles established at the beginning, I don’t care about the rules. This is fairness.”

"Master Li said it well." Yan Zhongxian raised his glass to Li Guang. An affectionate smile appeared on Junlang's face: "What do you mean, sir, as long as we can solve it ourselves, you won't interfere?"

"That's natural." Li Guang took a sip of wine: "If I and other supervisory monks have to take care of everything, what's the use of you bosses."

"Boss Luo, did you hear what Master Li said clearly?" Boss Bai put down his wine glass and looked at Luo Chuan mockingly: "Master Li will not care about the dispute between us. If you come here rashly today, I'm afraid It was a mistake.”

The three people in the city were drinking wine calmly.

From all sides of the city, Yan Zhongxian and Bai Lao had more than 10,000 troops surrounding Luochuan's 2,000 troops.

When they were on the road before, Luochuan's two thousand men and horses were charging rampantly, and their momentum seemed astonishing. At this time, compared with the tens of thousands of monks from Yan and Bai in the city, they were instantly weaker.

Feeling the dangerous situation, Wang Hu felt bad. He asked Xiang Luo Chuan in a low voice: "Boss, what should we do now? Master Li obviously wants to take advantage of the absence of Xitian Sword King and Beisha Jun to get rid of the boss! He also hit it off with Yan and Bai and set up this trap!"

"Can this also be called a game?" Luo Chuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly by half an inch.

Wang Hu was startled, his face flushed, and he clenched his fists subconsciously. The other twelve core monks were also frowning like Wang Hu. Gritting his teeth, he felt a deep sense of dissatisfaction in his heart.

What Yan Zhongxian did cannot really be called a "game". It was simply an obvious attempt to attract Boss Luo here. But Boss Luo had to come again. In the cannon fodder camp, the weak will face a dead end against the strong, regardless of whether they resist or not, but no matter who they are, they will choose to resist.

After three rounds of drinking, Yan Zhongxian seemed to feel that he was done. He put down his glass and stood up. Wearing a large brown feather robe, long hair shawl, handsome appearance, fair skin, at first glance, Yan Zhongxian actually felt frail.

But when he stood up, standing high on the thousand-foot city wall, he glanced at the people below the city. Wherever he looked, the monks felt they were struck by a thunderbolt, and their whole bodies were numb.

"All fellow Taoists below the city, listen up. I, Yan Zhongxian, are here today to deal with some personal grievances with Boss Luo. These grievances have nothing to do with you, so I don't want to go on a killing spree." Yan Zhongxian said lightly: " If you wait and abandon Luo Chuan, I will let it go. If not, I can only regard you as Luo Chuan's comrades."

"Whether it's war or peace, death or life, it's just a matter of a moment's notice."

"I won't give you too long to make a choice. I will only count three times. If you regret it after three times, then walk aside."

"one……"

As Yan Zhongxian began to count, more than half of Luo Chuan's two thousand men were loose. Before the "one" count could be completed, there was a crash and more than a thousand people quickly walked to both sides.

"Hahaha, Boss Luo, your people are nothing more than this." Yan Zhongxian laughed loudly and continued to count: "Two..."

As soon as the words fell, another two hundred people ran out.

"Boss Luo, I want to see how many people you have left in the end." Yan Zhongxian's eyes were shining brightly, and he looked down at Luo Chuan as if he had a winning chance: "Three..."

After counting three times, there were only more than 300 people left beside Luo Chuan, including the thirteen core monks.

Each of these three hundred monks has a trace of evil spirit rising from their bodies, swelling like black smoke. The tall ones are more than ten feet tall, and the short ones are only one or two feet tall.

In front of these three hundred people, Luo Chuan stood upright. The demonic energy in his body had exceeded the range of one hundred feet, reaching one hundred and fifty feet, as high as a hill.

"Okay, okay, okay. It's rare that you are willing to sacrifice your life to follow me, Luo."

Luo Chuan said three good words in a row. There was neither disappointment nor anger on his face. From the beginning to the end, his expression was the same calm and cold, like a face that would not change.

"Boss! Being a cannon fodder means death, and not being a cannon fodder is worse than death! Instead of struggling, let's fight!"

"I should have been sent to foreign battlefields as cannon fodder half a year ago! Thanks to the boss's intervention, I have saved my life and gained half a year of life! I will die sooner or later, so what if I die today!"

The remaining three hundred or so monks shouted one after another, their eyes were red, and their demonic aura was rising a little higher!

Some of them had been following Luo Chuan for a long time and had offended too many people. For example, Wang Hu and the other core monks would not be safe once they left Luochuan. Some of them were rescued by Luo Chuan from the void battlefield outside the territory when they were most desperate, avoiding the fate of being cannon fodder and living for another year and a half.

Whatever the reason. Right now, their fates are truly closely linked to Luo Chuan.

"Stupid! You are seeking death." Yan Zhongxian's thunderous gaze swept over the three hundred people, and then turned to Li Guang, who was watching from the sidelines while drinking the fairy wine: "Master Li, these people will be used as cannon fodder. In the future Yan must be compensated.”

"There are more than three hundred people here. Boss Yan, the price is not that high." Li Guang narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly. He didn't hide the greed in his eyes.

"That's for sure." Boss Yan smiled and looked down at the city, his eyes flashing: "Do it!"

The tens of thousands of monks were about to step forward.

"Wait!"

A cold voice sounded like rolling thunder, echoing in the monks' ears.

"Yan Zhongxian, you are known as the King of the Flesh. But since Luo arrived, I have never seen Boss Yan do anything with anyone. Why not take this opportunity to let Luo see the strength of your Boss Yan."

Luo Chuan turned his back to more than 300 monks. Walking under the city, he walked straight towards Yan Zhongxian.

Luo Chuan walked neither fast nor slow, and every step he took seemed to maintain the same frequency, the same distance, and the same rhythm. However, in the eyes of all the monks in the city, every step Luo Chuan took seemed to matter. All must be one step faster.

One step, two steps, three steps... Luo Chuan walked faster and faster, in the blink of an eye. There were less than a hundred steps left from the city wall.

Even though Taoist cultivation has reached the height of the True Tao realm, the monks under the city still felt a little uncomfortable when they saw Luo Chuan's mysterious and mysterious body skills.

On the top of the city, Li Guang's narrowed eyes flashed with light.

Boss Bai looked deeply at Luo Chuan and took another sip of wine.

"It's a small trick." Boss Yan smiled faintly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, but his face was still calm: "I don't take action because, except for Boss Bai, there is no one in this cannon fodder camp who is worthy of my action... Including you, Boss Luo.”

After Boss Yan finished speaking, Luo Chuan suddenly took a step forward.

His step was in mid-air, but it seemed as if there was a ladder under his feet. He stopped out of thin air, and then took another step forward.

Under the shocked gazes of the monks in the city, Luo Chuan took steps out of thin air. Each step still had the same frequency, rhythm and distance, but each step was faster than the other.

In the blink of an eye, Luo Chuan was only three hundred steps away from Yan Zhongxian at the top of the city!

"He really didn't use his power." Blood-hand Immortal Slaughter Li Guang observed for a while and said with a smile.

Only Yan Zhongxian and Boss Bai beside him could hear the hint of murderous intent in his tone.

"It seems that Luo's strength is not as simple as what he has shown before." Boss Bai looked at Yan Zhongxian with a profound look on his face: "It seems that he has a lot of back tricks."

"Don't provoke me." Yan Zhongxian glanced at Boss Bai displeasedly, and then returned to Luo Chuan. His eyes began to become hot: "Forget it, I haven't taken action in so many years. These new bosses may have forgotten me. Even you, Boss Bai, seem to have almost forgotten the reputation of the King of the Flesh."

Boss Bai didn't speak. In his peripheral vision, the handsome man in brown feather robes drinking wine on his left had disappeared.

Boss Bai smiled slightly and looked down.

Below the city, a figure crossed the sky and appeared in front of Luo Chuan at a terrifying speed close to teleportation!

In mid-air, Luo Chuan relied on a breath of turbid air to float against the wind.

Opposite him, the King of Flesh Yan Zhongxian crossed his arms and stared at Luo Chuan playfully, also suspended in thin air.