Supreme Immortal Demon

It became quiet again in front of the city.

Boss Bai frowned and glanced at Luo Chuan, wondering what he was thinking.

Above the city, the Sword King of the West stopped. He did not lower his head, as if he was too lazy to look at Luo Chuan. His deep voice was intriguing: "What is it?"

"Three months ago, Luo reported to the Sword King that there was an unknown sandworm cave in the void ice desert outside the six-star domain. The sandworm cave was filled with the spirit veins of the blood of the fierce dragon. If Specially using this spiritual vein to cultivate the physical body can produce miraculous effects, which can make the physical body's cultivation level increase day by day." Luo Chuan looked at Xitian Sword King and said in a sincere tone: "The sword king promised before that he would share half of it with Luo. ”

When the words "Fire Dragon Blood Elf Pulse" came out, Boss Bai, Wang Hu...all the monks who had some knowledge showed eagerness.

However, soon, the monks looked at Luo Chuan with their eyes full of sympathy and regret.

This is a cannon fodder camp. There is no trustworthy person from top to bottom. The Sword King of the West is greedy. If he really gets the spiritual vein, he won't be able to give it to Luo Chuan even an inch, let alone half of it.

As expected, the Sword King of the West smiled dumbly and walked forward.

"Sir, didn't you succeed?" Luo Chuan followed closely and took a step forward, persisting in pursuit: "Sir, you promised..."

"Boss Luo, I haven't seen you for three months, but your arrogance is getting bigger and bigger." Xitian Sword King stopped, lowered his head and glanced at Luo Chuan: "Back then, you didn't dare to talk to me like this. Sure enough, , Power can make people get carried away...but you must never forget who gave you everything you have today."

The West Heaven Sword King's gaze was like thunder, which made Luo Chuan's head roar, his heart beat faster, and his breathing became erratic.

"Remember your identity, and don't skip a toast or be punished with a drink. If there is a next time, don't do it as the boss."

The Sword King of the West said calmly, his body gradually became weak and disappeared into the air.

Whoosh!

Half of a bronze halberd still stained with blood fell from the sky and was inserted straight in front of Luo Chuan's feet. The halberd contained a rich source of void. The sharp halberd blade attracted the attention of the surrounding monks. Greed and desire flashed in his eyes.

In the cannon fodder camp where there are fights almost every day, it is a luxury and luck to have a fragment of a magic weapon as a weapon.

Although only half of the bronze spur at Luo Chuan's feet was left. And has lost Baoli. But after all, it once entered the ranks of magic weapons. Hard and sharp. In the eyes of the monks outside, it might just be a piece of waste, but it could be in the cannon fodder camp. It is definitely a "magic weapon" at the town camp level.

The monks looked at Luo Chuan with envy in their eyes.

"Haha, Boss Luo, Lord Sword King has been very kind to you. This treasure I gave you, looking at the cannon fodder camp, you have almost no opponents. Even I, Lao Bai, will give you three points." Boss Bai He laughed and said it half-jokingly, with an unpredictable tone that made it impossible to tell whether he was sincere or not.

Luo Chuan raised his hand, put the bronze halberd into his palm expressionlessly, closed his eyes, and then opened them with a sarcastic expression on his face: "The Sword King told me before that he would show up after killing Immortal Yan Zhong. But. It wasn't until I was being chased by the Blood-Hand Immortal Slaughter that I almost couldn't hold on any longer, then he took action... firstly he wanted to beat me, and secondly he wanted to show mercy. Haha, you and I owe him my life again."

"Why do you need to say some things." Boss Bai did not turn his head, looked into the distance, and smiled faintly: "Although Lord Sword King has gone far, this prison is full of ears and eyes. Boss Luo, I will take my leave." ”

Luo Chuan stood still and had no intention of leaving: "Those monks, even if you give them the courage to inform them, they will not be able to go to the Sword King. Even you and me, in the eyes of the Sword King and the others, are just hawks and lackeys. , can be replaced at any time, let alone them. If my guess is correct, the Taoist cultivation of the former Bai Laoba may be far greater than that of the West Sky Sword King and the other three. "

"Boss Luo. Although you and I have known each other for more than a year, we don't seem to know each other that well. You said these words to make us know each other deeply." Boss Bai stopped, turned his head, looked at Luo Chuan up and down, and spoke in a low tone. Shu: "Boss Luo, you first persuaded me to join forces to kill Yan Zhongxian. Today, you directly instigated the relationship between me and the supervisory monks in front of me. What exactly do you want to do?"

"Haha, it's just a small talk." Luo Chuan looked relaxed and his voice was low: "Boss Bai has been here for so long, I don't know how much longer you want to stay?"

A flash of light flashed in Boss Bai's eyes and disappeared in an instant: "I am in the cannon fodder camp, but I have only stayed for thirty-seven years, so I don't need you to worry about it, Boss Luo."

"Could it be that Boss Bai has never thought about going out?" Luo Chuan said casually.

Boss Bai's body trembled inconspicuously, he looked back at Luo Chuan, and smiled slightly: "Boss Luo, you are still young, cruel and ruthless, and you cannot see through the details. Maybe it won't be long before the cannon fodder camp will completely become yours. Territory, even Bai has to please you."

Luo Chuan frowned, and Boss Bai obviously answered the question incorrectly.

"Boss Luo, do you know what Yan Zhongxian's position was in the Cannon Fodder Camp seventy years ago?" Boss Bai asked. Before Luo Chuan could speak, he asked, "Seventy years ago, Yan Zhongxian was also a subordinate of another powerful cultivator. That boss had ruled the Cannon Fodder Camp for a hundred years and had no rivals in the Cannon Fodder Camp. The nickname of the King of Flesh came from him. But seventy years ago, that boss gave up his position in the Cannon Fodder Camp and voluntarily entered the outer void battlefield, becoming a cannon fodder and being crushed to death. Luo Chuan, do you know the reason?"

Luo Chuan was silent.

"Just like you said, because he wants to go out. Maybe in fifty years, I will also want to go out. But now I don't want to, I want to live a few more years."

Boss Bai smiled, turned his back to Luo Chuan, and walked in another direction: "Boss Luo, I don't bother to ask you what the 'Fiery Dragon Blood Elf Vein' is, and I don't want to know what you are doing. I only advise you one thing, don't think that you are the only smart person in the world, in the end you will find that you are the biggest fool... The Sword King of the West is not so easy to provoke."

"I thought you were really a powerful figure in the past, but you are just like this."

Luo Chuan used the last provocation.

Boss Bai didn't say anything else, indifferent, and walked forward calmly.

In front of the tall city, Luo Chuan turned his back to more than 300 core monks and clenched his fists tightly.

A whole year and a half! Trapped in the cannon fodder camp without seeing the sun!

Luo Chuan tried every possible way and used many dirty tricks that he had never used before, just to survive and then escape! But when he finally plotted to kill Yan Zhongxian, cleared the last threat, and was about to hold on in the cannon fodder camp, he still couldn't find a way to escape.

If one person can't do it, then pull another person!

In the cannon fodder camp, the only person Luo Chuan couldn't see through, Boss Bai, had lost his ambition and was content with mediocrity.

Looking at Boss Bai's back, Luo Chuan vaguely saw himself thirty years later.

He shuddered, and all the pores on his body shrank.

No! I must escape! Escape as soon as possible! No matter how much it costs!

Taking a deep breath, Luo Chuan recovered and walked back.

Thirteen core monks and more than three hundred flesh monks who had never abandoned looked at Luo Chuan with great admiration, and wisps of black smoke emanated from them, some high and some short, like more than three hundred vicious demons.

This fierce aura can not only protect the state of mind, but also prompt people to speed up the practice of magic power and Tao power, ten to a hundred times faster than usual. In the cannon fodder camp, the power of the law is imprisoned, and this fierce aura can only act on the flesh, stimulating the circulation of qi and blood, and tempering the flesh at a speed of ten or a hundred times.

"Wang Hu." Luo Chuan looked at his first opponent when he first entered the cannon fodder camp: "Lord Sword King just said that there are newcomers coming in. You take everyone and go to grab 80% of the newcomers. Be careful when picking."

"Yes! Big brother!" Wang Hu responded loudly. Compared with when he first met Luo Chuan, his physical strength and blood power have been greatly improved, which has increased by more than twenty times.

The fierce aura inherited by the Nine Dragon Lord originally has the effect of "those who are close to vermilion will be red, and those who are close to ink will be black", which can make those who sincerely obey Luo Chuan also be infected, and at the same time promote the growth of strength. After Luo Chuan entered the cannon fodder camp, the devil's heart state took the lead, and the fierce aura came naturally. Combined with Luo Chuan's own life and death morality and fierceness, the effect of this fierce aura is even more amazing.

Wang Hu had followed Luo Chuan for the longest time and benefited the most, but due to the limitation of the physical method he originally practiced, it had not yet fully manifested.

After arranging Wang Hu, Luo Chuan flashed and disappeared.

When he reappeared, Luo Chuan returned to his separate Thousand-Step Prison Cell.

Sitting cross-legged, Luo Chuan was suspended in mid-air.

He did not, as usual, devour the Void Origin carried on the artifact to practice the Heavenly Gate Mysterious God.

The Heavenly Gate idea was like flowing water, leaking in all directions, passing through the prison cells that were either empty or full of monks.

Soon, Luo Chuan's Heavenly Gate idea entered the palace at the front of the cannon fodder camp.

There was a plaque above the palace, and the plaque was engraved with four large characters "Supervisory Palace".

The Heavenly Gate idea continued to move forward and soon turned into a magnificent side hall. On the golden cicada silk fragrant jade couch in the center of the side hall, a monk with nine flying swords on his back was sitting cross-legged.

This was not the first time that Luo Chuan spied on the Sword King of the West, so he naturally knew how to avoid being discovered.

Tianmen's thoughts carefully spread out to the surroundings, surrounding the Sword King of the West.

One incense stick, two incense sticks, three incense sticks... Three hours passed, and finally, the Sword King of the West opened his eyes.

"What the hell is that Luo Chuan doing?"

"Only a fool would say that in public."

"But he is not a fool."

After thinking for a moment, two gleams of light flashed in the eyes of the Sword King of the West, and a blood-colored spiritual vein that looked like a dragon but not a dragon appeared in the hall. (To be continued, please search for Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!