Supreme Immortal Demon

The fork where Beisha Jun was located was only more than fifty steps away from Luo Chuan. After Beisha Jun handed over the token to the supervisory monk at the fork, he turned around and walked towards Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan's whole body was tense and his heartbeat quickened!

Luo Chuan was a "big shot" in the cannon fodder camp, so how could Beisha Jun not know him!

Several thoughts flashed through his mind, and Luo Chuan gritted his teeth and quickly took out the mask talisman.

This mask talisman was tempered by Luo Chuan with the innate mysterious pattern, which could conceal the detection of the monks in the Return to Void Realm. As for whether it could conceal the detection of the monks in the Dao Wheel Realm, Luo Chuan was not sure.

But as long as Beisha Jun did not use the power of Tao and the thoughts of Tao to detect, Luo Chuan could hide the truth.

While wearing the mask talisman, Luo Chuan operated the power of his flesh, and his muscles and bones grew one inch higher. Although it was insignificant, it was enough to distinguish him from the image of "Boss Luo".

After doing all this, Luo Chuan's palms were sweating.

"Daoyou, what are you doing?"

A playful voice came from the side.

Luo Chuan turned his head and saw that the burly supervising monk Chun Leng was staring at him strangely, his eyes flickering and his mouth showing a mischievous look.

Facing Chun Leng's gaze, Luo Chuan felt murderous.

Everything he did was seen by the supervising monk. Although it was a helpless method, it put Luo Chuan in danger again.

The only way now is to kill him to silence him... Use the gourd to capture him! But at such a close distance, using the gourd to do it, it is hard to guarantee that Beisha Jun will not find out!

At this point...well, I can only take a gamble!

Luo Chuan was about to take out the Nanhai Immortal Gourd. Then Chun Leng suddenly laughed: "So that's how it is. It seems that fellow Daoist has had some grudges with Beisha Jun Li Yan. I dare not see him in his true face."

Luo Chuan's heart moved, his face became very ugly, struggled for a moment, grabbed Chun Leng's hand, and begged with a sad face: "Brother Chun is very perceptive, I admire you. If you can help me hide it, I will definitely reward you handsomely!"

"A handsome reward?" Chun Leng narrowed his eyes: "How to thank me?"

"A high-grade skeleton of a fierce beast in the deep void." Luo Chuan said quickly.

There are many bones of fierce beasts in his storage ring, piled up like a mountain. Occupying a place is useless to him, but in the eyes of other cultivators, it is a treasure.

Chun Leng looked at Luo Chuan in surprise, and then his eyes lit up: "At least ten. Otherwise, forget it."

"Ten? How does Brother Chun know that I have ten... I only have ten in total." Luo Chuan hesitated, glanced at Beisha Jun who was walking over, and gritted his teeth. He nodded and said, "Okay! I'll give it all to you! I'll give it to you after Beisha Jun! If I break my promise, Brother Chun can call Beisha Jun back."

Chun Leng looked Luo Chuan up and down, and nodded after a while: "Deal."

While the two were talking, Beisha Jun had already walked over.

Along the way, ordinary supervisory monks kept bowing to Beisha Jun. Soon, Beisha Jun was only five steps away from Luo Chuan and Chun Leng. Luo Chuan and Chun Leng retreated to the side of the corridor at the same time and bowed to Beisha Jun respectfully.

"Hello, sir."

Beisha Jun glanced at the two of them lightly, nodded slightly, and strode forward.

Luo Chuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and Chun Leng winked at Luo Chuan. He made the shape of "ferocious beast".

But at this moment, Beisha Jun suddenly stopped. Turned around and looked at Luo Chuan!

In an instant, Luo Chuan's heartbeat stopped. Although he recovered quickly, how could this instantaneous change be hidden from a monk of Beisha Jun's level?

"Why are you afraid of me?" Beisha Jun Li Yan asked in a deep voice. Under the black high crown, there was a solemn and majestic square face.

Under the intimidation of Daolun Realm, Luo Chuan was fine, but Chun Lengliang beside him was already out of breath, his face flushed, his expression nervous, hesitating for a moment, and was about to tell Beisha Jun everything.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Luo Chuan hurriedly bowed and said: "I am not afraid of you. It's just that you are majestic and your eyes are shining, which makes me flustered."

"Oh?" Beisha Jun raised his eyebrows, and his doubts dissipated a little, but he asked again: "I seem to have never seen you before. Why do you have the breath of the cannon fodder camp?"

Although Luo Chuan can change his appearance and figure, he can't change his temperament for a while.

"Your Excellency is wise! To be honest, I have been temporarily transferred to the cannon fodder camp for this month to serve the Western Heaven Sword King in his retreat. The Western Heaven Sword King has just come out of retreat, and there is nothing for me to do, so I came out just now." Luo Chuan answered in an orderly manner.

"Is my elder brother's retreat over? But why haven't I heard from him in the past two days? Li Guang didn't send any information, and the other supervisors are the same..."

Beisha Jun Li Yan looked confused and muttered to himself. He ignored Luo Chuan and turned around to continue walking forward.

Luo Chuan raised his head, clenched his fists, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fellow Daoist, you can fulfill your promise."

Beisha Jun hadn't walked far, and the supervisor had already reached out to Luo Chuan impatiently.

Luo Chuan glanced at the supervisor who almost betrayed him, took out ten of the most ordinary skeletons, quickly stuffed them into Chun Leng's storage ring, and then strode forward.

He didn't have three days left! Once Beishajun returns to the cannon fodder camp, the escape will be exposed!

Soon, Luo Chuan walked to the fork in the road, stopped, and exchanged commands with the supervisory monk guarding the fork.

To the left is the passage leading to the eighth floor, and to the right is the last stop on the escape road, the seventh floor! The seventh floor is different from the other floors of the Wanqiu Ancient Heaven Tower. It is an open floor with a fighting field, a Taoist soldier hall, an auction house, etc. It is equivalent to a vast exhibition hall. Many foreign monks from powerful forces come in and out every day to select Taoist slaves.

Therefore, there are many supervisory monks guarding the passage on the seventh floor. There are even first-level Daolun monks at the fork. However, because Luo Chuan has everything and has magic power, no supervisory monk doubts Luo Chuan.

After the password, Luo Chuan passed the supervisory monk at the fork.

"Hey, fellow Taoist, I don't know your name yet!" Chun Leng's voice came from behind.

"This is Luo Chuan."

Luo Chuan said in a voice transmission, and then did not stop. He strode to the seventh floor.

"Luo Chuan? Hehe, what a fool! There are such fools among the supervisory monks."

"These are the corpses of ten fierce beasts in the depths of the void. How many Saint Yuan coins are they worth!"

"Even if Beisha Jun sees through it, what does it matter? Can he kill you if it's a little bit of a festival?"

"How stupid..."

Supervisory monk Chun Leng stared at Luo Chuan's back and sneered, not knowing that he had just opened a door to freedom for more than 300 prisoners who had escaped from the Wanqiu Ancient Heaven Tower!

After the fork, there are only less than a hundred steps to the entrance of the seventh floor.

But these hundred steps. Under Luo Chuan's feet, they seem as far away as thousands of miles.

Ninety steps.

Eighty steps.

Seventy steps.

...

Thirty steps.

Twenty steps.

Ten steps left... Luo Chuan no longer pays attention to the strange look of the supervising monk beside him, clenched his fists, quickened his pace, and walked towards the semicircular snake skin door.

The last step, Luo Chuan stretched out his hand and pushed the door open. Lift your foot and step out!

Starlight, moonlight, cold wind, fresh air, the figures of all kinds of foreign monks, all kinds of noise and noise... In an instant, they all flooded Luo Chuan!

Days and nights in the cannon fodder camp, in the years when Luo Chuan was fighting, these have long become a luxury.

These are the most common and ordinary, but they are what Luo Chuan misses the most... the breath of freedom!

Luo Chuan stood quietly in the soft moonlight and looked up. Opening every pore of his body, he breathed greedily.

But just as Luo Chuan looked up, in his field of vision, under the vast purple night sky, a large and ferocious flying boat turned its bow. All aimed at him!

In addition to the flying boats filling the night sky, there were also cranes and crows.

These cranes and crows were all made of giant cranes and crows that were cultivated with the water of the Tianhe River. Although these cranes and crows have long and huge bodies, they can only live for twenty years at most because of the transformation of their destiny, the abuse of potential, and the consumption of life energy in advance.

On the backs of the giant cranes and crows, mountains and rivers stand, and their wings carry rivers. There are palaces on the tops of mountains and rivers, and pavilions on both sides of rivers. From time to time, monks fly out of the palaces and pavilions with swords, and a strong breath descends from the sky and pounces on Luo Chuan.

Oops! I've been discovered!

Luo Chuan's heart tightened, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

There were bursts of sneers coming from the side. Luo Chuan glanced over and saw two supervising monks in black robes pointing at him and showing sneers on their faces, but they had no intention of rushing up to catch him.

Luo Chuan calmed down and looked up carefully.

He saw that there was a very thin light curtain about ten thousand feet above his head, just like the dome of a palace, covering the seventh floor of the Wanqiu Ancient Heaven Tower.

The light curtain was like a veil, which could allow light, water, air, etc. to enter. It was also like a mountain plateau. Those flying boats that fell from the sky were not looking for Luo Chuan, but landed on the transparent light curtain.

From time to time, monks fell from the sky, turned into light spots, penetrated the light curtain, and entered the seventh floor.

As for the seventh floor of the Wanqiu Ancient Heaven Tower, it was like an open city located at the pass of the mountain, with the top floor uncovered.

The city was big and small, with a radius of 999 miles. Monks with deep eyesight could see it all at a glance.

The city has everything you can imagine, with wide roads extending in all directions and all kinds of monks shuttling between them. Monks from all forces either fly to the funnel-shaped arena in the air to watch the fighting competition, or go to the bright palace to participate in the auction, or go to the eerie Guanghan Daoguan to choose fighting slaves.

"It turns out that the Tianmen Fa Nian is out of work, which gave me the illusion just now. This is the territory of the Holy Buddha Domain, and the Dao Nian of the Four-Faced Buddha cannot be used easily... I can only rely on my eyes and intuition."

Luo Chuan murmured.

In the past, he could use the Tianmen intention to observe all directions. Now that the Tianmen Xuanshen is over-consumed, the new Tianmen mana thoughts cannot be used, and Luo Chuan must get used to relying on his eyes again.

Entering the seventh floor, Luo Chuan did not move rashly, and quickly observed the surrounding situation and escape route.

Soon, Luo Chuan found an exit gate located between two mountains a hundred miles away. Just like the city gate, there are many supervisory monks with terrifying auras guarding it. The supervisory monks who come and go need to check their waist badges and examine their blood essence.

In comparison, the monks from various forces who come in and out, as long as they are holding a Taoist slave behind them, almost do not need to be checked.

"It seems that the identity of the trader has been verified when trading Taoist slaves, so there is no need to verify it again... It's time to let Boss Bai and the others out."

As soon as this thought flashed through Luo Chuan's mind, the Nanhai Immortal Gourd in the storage ring shook, and the violent aura filled the Nanhai Immortal Gourd! It seems that something is recovering!

That is a sign of the recovery of Tao power!

More than 300 physical masters who are at least in the True Tao Realm! After reaching the seventh floor, the cannon fodder camp seal in the body began to loosen and fall off!

A white shadow appeared behind Luo Chuan, turning from virtual to real, and soon turned into a tall Taoist with a height of 13 feet, a rough face, and a cunning light in his eyes.

"Boss Bai." Luo Chuan turned around and looked at the extraordinary male cultivator in front of him.

"Boss Luo." Emperor Bailong smiled faintly, his eyes swept past Luo Chuan and swept across the thousands of cultivators in the city, and a demeanor of looking down on the world unconsciously emerged.

"Has your Taoist power recovered?"

"It's still recovering, just 10%. But... it's enough for this emperor to kill all the supervisory cultivators here."

"If you dare to mess around, I will take you back into my gourd."

"Don't worry, my dear son-in-law, I'm just talking."

"...Beisha Jun just came back, and it won't be long before everyone knows that we've escaped."

"Then hurry up." Emperor Bailong frowned.

"You have to pretend to be the Taoist slave I bought, otherwise it won't be easy to hide it."

Luo Chuan pointed to the exit a hundred miles away.

At this moment, Luo Chuan's eyes accidentally fell on a place.