Chapter 435

"Old three!"

"How dare you do it!"

"It's reversed! It's reversed!"

Six of the remaining seven friars roared and rushed to Luochuan. Only the leading friar with leopard head and eyes hesitated and didn't come forward.

Except for Tianmen, the vast majority of human friars only practice Huangting secret place to quench all Qi. There are only a small number of human friars, or spend a lot of energy to practice the body method. The six people in front of Luo Chuan belong to this category.

On the premise that they can't use Taoist power, they can reach the fourth level of infanticide, turn into a shadow, coerce the dense boxing style and kill Luochuan from four angles.

The sound of metal and iron hitting each other sounded in the air. A column of cyclones, like a hurricane, blew in all directions, but it was the movement made by the six friars when their bones were rubbing and their muscles were stretching and contracting.

Although they hate Luo Chuan, they are not fools. They all see Luo Chuan's unusual, so they are ruthless and go all out to kill him.

Luo Chuan swallowed two Qi, one clear Qi and one turbid Qi. The two Qi were in parallel in the body, making him strangely suspended in the air.

Six masters who have developed their Taoist power and have surpassed the realm of returning to emptiness are rushing from six directions, front, back, left, right, up and down, and have almost completely blocked any route of Luo Chuan's hand or escape.

In an instant, the killing moves of the six experts came.

Luo Chuan didn't move and let the fists of six experts in the realm of truth hit him.

Boom!

Liuji's heavy fist of splitting mountains and rivers crossed the residual shadow, arrived at the same time, and hit Luochuan firmly!

Before the smiles of the six masters could start, severe pain hit from the fist face, and shock and disbelief appeared on their faces

The blow of their physical strength seemed to hit an indestructible iron wall. The other party was not only safe, but also shattered a row of their fingerbones.

Easily resist the attack of the six experts, Luo Chuan's body flashed and finally took the shot!

Dong Dong!

The sound of a ringing bell echoed in the air, but it was the friction of Luochuan's bones and the movement of his flesh.

It's also the power of the flesh. Luo Chuan's fist is faster than the previous six experts!

The sullen monk was first punched by Luo Chuan. In mid air, his head sank a large piece, then burst and fell on the spot.

Luo Chuan succeeded in one move. He had a bottom in his heart and made his move more and more cruel.

Poof!

In mid air, there was a ten foot long column of air, like a silver gun passing by at the speed of surpassing Guixu. There was no residual shadow left, but Luo Chuan kicked it out and swept it to a friar on the right.

The friar was cut off by Luo Chuanru's gun. His upper body fell down and his lower body flew up. His flesh was destroyed on the spot.

It was another four moves. Luo Chuan flew the remaining four experts out and hit the walls and columns of the cell far away. Seven or eight bones were broken and fell to the ground and fainted!

A fierce fight begins quickly and ends quickly.

In just two moments, six masters of at least the true Taoist realm died and four were seriously injured, but they failed to bring a little threat to Luo Chuan.

If it hadn't been in this cell that limits the power of Taoism and put it outside, let alone the six great masters of the true Tao realm, even any ancestor of Guixu realm in Tiannan region would have thrown Luo Chuan out of his armor and fled in embarrassment.

"Hoo."

Luo Chuan gently spits out a mouthful of turbid air and falls to the ground from the air, like a tiny feather, not falling on the dust.

There was silence in the cell. Within 900 steps around Luochuan, there was no one.

In the thousand step cell, hundreds of friars retreated to the outermost one hundred steps and looked nervously at Luo Chuan. Their flashing eyes exposed their nervous state of mind at this time.

Luo Chuan didn't know that when he shot to kill the first true Taoist friar, a seemingly innate killing intention gushed out and covered him. It was cold, cold and murderous. The whole Qianbu cell was shrouded in the death spirit scattered on him.

After burying the bones of thousands of people in the pit for two years, the meaning of death in the artistic conception of life and death was inadvertently refined and sublimated, which exceeded the artistic conception of life of Luochuan. The spirit of death was born from this, like an immortal evil spirit climbing out of the reincarnation path of Yinchuan. The spirit of killing, evil Qi and spirit of death were integrated.

Hundreds of great masters who had at least returned to the virtual fourth level and developed their Taoist power in Chengdu stared at Luo Chuan in surprise and fear, and were vaguely aware of their previous mistakes in judgment.

"This man's physical cultivation is so strong! It can never really be a small baby territory."

"Yes. Thirty three houses and eight tigers. Among the 136 houses on this floor, their physical cultivation is enough to enter the top 30. They have no power to fight back in front of this man."

"Based on his physical strength, I'm afraid his real cultivation has reached the level of the medium-sized sect elders in Tianchen Prefecture. He must have been seriously injured and was beaten back to the infant state."

"Impossible. If he really had such an identity, how could he be locked up with us?"

"Anyway, his murderous spirit is too heavy. It's better to be careful."

The whispers of the experts in the cell floated into Luo Chuan's ears, and Luo Chuan carefully screened the useful information.

Until now, Luo Chuan still doesn't know where he is.

According to the last memory retained by Tianmen's idea, after he was dug out of the pit by the obscene middle-aged friar, he should be sold to what cannon fodder camp. However, it is very different from the cannon fodder camp imagined by Luo Chuan.

136 houses on the first floor... 33rd house... Where on earth is this?

Luo Chuan raised his head and looked at the monk with leopard eyes.

The friar was fidgeting all the time. Seeing Luo Chuan looking at him, his face was "Shua" without blood color. He bit his teeth and walked out of the crowd.

"I'm not as skilled as a man. I'm convinced. If you want to kill or cut, do as you please." the friar arched his hand towards Luochuan and said with a hard scalp.

"What's your name? What accomplishments?" Luo Chuan asked.

"The king tiger of this way." the friar was stunned and replied: "before being imprisoned, the fourth level of Zhendao."

"Where on earth is this place? What have you committed and been imprisoned here?" Luo Chuan asked.

Wang Hu looked at Luo Chuan more and more surprised, and then smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know. This is a place for prisoners of war. I think my predecessors, like us, have participated in the battle in the empty foreign battlefield, but they belong to the defeated side. After the defeat, they became prisoners, were sold here and used as cannon fodder in the future."

Luo Chuan asked and Wang Hu answered.

Gradually, Luo Chuan began to understand his current situation.

Different from what he thought before, it does not belong to the forces of one side participating in the war, but to a neutral force, which is specially used to receive prisoners of war.

In every war, there will be winners and losers, and the monks of the loser will also be captured.

However, the resources possessed by each force are limited in a certain fixed period of time. They can't afford so captured friars. After killing the leader, ordinary captured friars will be gathered and sold here.

The monks sold here are also divided into many levels, with different prices and different treatment.

The weakest friar, worth only ten holy dollars, will be regarded as cannon fodder and locked up in the first floor, which is often called cannon fodder camp. Luo Chuan is now located in the cannon fodder camp. The role of the cannon fodder camp is that every time there is a battle, all forces participating in the war will come to the cannon fodder camp to buy friars and invest in the most dangerous battlefield as cannon fodder.

The more powerful friars will be locked up on the second to seventh floors. Every day, many powerful friars will come in flying cranes and crows or giant flying boats to select friars from the second to seventh floors. As long as you can pay the corresponding price, you can get any friars you want. It's a good choice to buy them back as slaves and servants, test immortal positions, or refine them into Taoist soldiers.

The eighth floor is where some really powerful monks live. Regardless of the environment and treatment, it is thousands of times superior to the first to seventh floors. This kind of friars are either the former masters of one power or a domain giant. They hold a secret, so they can live.

As for the ninth floor, it is said that tens of thousands of years ago, there were many unimaginable terrible beings imprisoned. Their strength was stronger than one power giant. They were also figures at the level of Xuanjun and zuzun in the Ninth Heaven.

But in recent years, I heard that the characters on the ninth floor fell and died one by one.

"Then why did you ask me for a secret? What was that doing?" Luo Chuan asked.

Wang Hu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "you don't know. Entering the cannon fodder camp is basically the end of a tragic death in the empty battlefield. Unless you can't be selected to sell it to big forces as cannon fodder, you need to bribe the law enforcement friars of the cannon fodder camp. Before we enter the camp, all our treasures were looted. If you want to bribe the law enforcement friars, you can only sell the secrets you know."

"So." Luo Chuan nodded: "entering the empty battlefield, really no one can survive?"

"None of them." Wang Hu shook his head firmly. "I don't know. When we were thrown into the empty battlefield, we were also sealed by the power of Taoism and Dharma, leaving only the power of flesh... Let alone survival, it's hard to move."

"In this way, we must not be put into foreign battlefields." Luo Chuan thought in his heart and asked casually, "what is this place and what is its name?"

"Here..." Wang Hu looked up and down at Luo Chuan. He was too lazy to hide his surprise: "it seems that the elder must be an immortal expert, otherwise he wouldn't even know here... It's a sad and cold day."

Great sorrow, bitter cold day!

Luochuan heart lake swung and was stunned.

Great sorrow bitter cold day, strange and familiar name! In Zhou Jingzhong not long ago, the reincarnated congenital White Snake feather dust encountered by Luo Chuan escaped from the bitter cold days of great sorrow!

Luo Chuan never thought that after two years, he also came to the sad and cold day.

Jiulong Jun's memory flashed through his mind, and Luo Chuan's face was slightly cold.

Great sorrow, bitter cold day, the heaven established by sages! Once imprisoned, there is no escape!