Chapter 436

No, we must find a way to escape!

Luo Chuan thought.

However, even in the memory of Jiulong Jun, there is no precedent for anyone to escape from the sad and cold days.

However, Luo Chuan knows one!

Born with white snake and feather dust, she is probably the first person to escape from heaven since the founding of the great sorrow and bitter cold day. However, her escape method is to abandon the cultivation of the first life and reincarnate, which is too incredible and too tragic.

Is there any other way... To be cannon fodder? In this way, I can leave the sad and cold days... But for thousands of years, none of the thousands of cannon fodder has survived. How can I be that lucky. Even if the little bastard wakes up, he is not the opponent of those terrible strong men, let alone he doesn't know when he will wake up.

Luo Chuan searched and thought, but he couldn't come up with a solution.

In the past, or in the Tiannan region, Luo Chuan may try to take risks, act as cannon fodder and take a chance on the empty battlefield outside the region.

But he has personally been to foreign battlefields and experienced the horror of fighting law war. Luo Chuan is naturally not stupid enough to gamble on the almost impossible luck.

It's like how ants can survive in a storm and flood.

"Only live here first and see if there is any opportunity."

Luo Chuan thought in his heart, raised his head and swept over hundreds of monks in the 33rd house.

Feeling Luo Chuan's gloomy and cold eyes, the monks in the 33rd house were in a panic, and the secret way was not good.

"You, what secrets you forgot to say before can be said now."

Luo Chuan looked around at the crowd and looked away. The monks' faces changed slightly, with a flattering smile on their faces.

"Well, let's start with you. Boss tiger." Luo Chuan fixed his eyes on Wang Hu.

"Don't dare, elder is the boss of our 33she! Come and meet the boss... I don't know the boss's name and what to call?" Wang Hu asked in a low voice.

"Luo." Luo Chuan said faintly.

"It's boss Luo!"

"I've seen boss Luo!"

"I'm greeting boss Luo!"

"This is the ethereal spring water that we have managed to hide secretly. Please use it, boss Luo."

"There are still three poisonous dragon fruits left in this way. Take them out to honor boss Luo!"

Hundreds of monks nodded and bowed and tried to please the new boss. The eight of Wang Hu lost so fast that they couldn't see the slightest hope. They could only recognize Luo Chuan as the leader of Yishe.

Luo Chuan was unmoved, looked at Wang Hu and sneered: "want to change the topic?"

Wang Hu's face showed bitterness. Under Luo Chuan's gaze, he had to tell Luo Chuan about a treasure cave he knew. Luo Chuan naturally wouldn't believe it so easily and continued questioning until it was confirmed.

After questioning Wang Hu, Luo Chuan did not stop, but asked Wang Hu to continue questioning the rest of the monks in the prison.

Luo Chuan ignored the monks' resentment or hatred.

If you want to survive in a sad and cold day without any hope of escape, you must do so.

As time goes by, the days pass day by day.

Every day, Luo Chuan will write down a ripple mark on the Nianhai sea.

In the twinkling of an eye, another year and a half passed. In this year and a half, Luo Chuan was not idle. Relying on his first-class physical cultivation, he occupied jiushe.

The more cells you occupy, the more monks and newcomers you will have. Accordingly, you will be able to get more secrets.

In this year and a half, a total of 29 batches of cannon fodder were sent to the extraterritorial empty battlefield.

With the secrets he mastered, Luo Chuan not only avoided the secret of being sent to the empty battlefield, but also succeeded in keeping a group of tough core friars under his hands, a total of 16 people, all powerful people in the real world. Based on these 16 people, Luo Chuan has nearly 2000 monks.

Even in all 136 houses on the first floor, boss Luo is also a resounding number one. Among all the friars on the first floor, he ranks among the top five and has the qualification to call himself this seat.

Another day, Luochuan held a piece of black wood dragon stick and sat in his independent prison, meditating and meditating.

The Qianbu prison house is empty, but there are two small Lingshan mountains, three Biyun peach trees and an 800 step ethereal stream.

Luo Chuan, with his back to the small Lingshan mountain, sat under the peach tree, facing the clear stream, absorbing the source of emptiness in the ebony dragon stick.

Whether it's Lingshan, peach tree, stream or ebony dragon staff, Luo Chuan bought it from law enforcement friars.

As long as there is enough support, we can not only escape the fate of being cannon fodder, but also exchange some relatively superior conditions. Of course, the price is huge.

Just to get the fragments of the black wood dragon staff, Luo Chuan paid the price of a flaming cliff where an ancient rare Phoenix was about to be born.

Fortunately, as Luo Chuan expected, the fragments of heimu Jiaolong staff contain the source of emptiness, which can be absorbed by Tianmen real pill.

In this year and a half, Luo Chuan has been cultivating the mysterious God of Tianmen through various ways except for competing for the prison and friars! He has realized the second mysterious pattern of cause and effect. As long as he can collect enough sources of emptiness, he can break through to Tianmen's infant state, and his strength will be further improved at that time.

"Boss!"

The sound of wind and fire came from outside the prison.

"Come in," Luo Chuan said.

The shadow flashed, and a male Kui figure like a giant spirit appeared in front of Luo Chuan.

Standing in front of Luo Chuan was a big man with a height of three feet, muscles like meteorite iron bricks and skin like black striped black armor.

"What happened?" Luo Chuan asked.

"Report back to the boss!" the big man's voice was buzzing. When he spoke, a strong hurricane came out of his mouth, with a strong fishy smell: "Brother Wang Hu went to the 42nd house to trade several new places. It was originally agreed. Unexpectedly, the boss of the 42nd house went back and refused to trade. He beat brother Wang Hu, broke twelve bones and crooked his face!"

"Wang Hu was beaten? Qixiu, take more people... Take 300 people and have a good talk with the boss of 42she. If we remember correctly, the boss of 42she should be the one surnamed Wu." Luo Chuan said faintly.

The big man in front of him, surnamed Qi Xiu, was born in a demon sect palace in Tianchen Prefecture. He is also a second-class demon body refining method and ten thousand feet thunder god golden body formula. When Luo Chuan subdued him six months ago, he made great efforts. Among the 16 core friars under Luo Chuan, Xiuqi ranked sixth and his strength is still above Wang Hu.

"Boss, the man surnamed Wu is not terrible. What's terrible is that he's the one behind the scenes, and Hugh can't beat him." Qixiu's urn voice flashed a cold light in his wide eyes: "We dare not disturb the boss these days when he is practicing in seclusion. However, it seems that there is a traitor among us who divulges the news of the boss's seclusion to Yan and Bai! The two people know that they have been provoking and testing the boss these days! Wang Hu was beaten today, which should be their last temptation. If the boss doesn't respond again, Yan and Bai will be punished , I'm afraid it's going to be difficult together. "

With a height of 30 feet and a huge body, Qixiu looks silly on the surface, but actually he is as smart as a fox. In this 136 house, it is difficult to live without a little ingenuity and malice.

Yan and Bai in his mouth are recognized as the top two monks in 136 prisons.

Yan Zhongxian, a monk of Lingtai, specializes in the physical body. He has reached the incarnation of the physical body. He has traversed 136 huts and has been invincible for ten years. He has a total of 35 prison huts and nearly 10000 monks.

Boss Bai, whose name is unknown, has cultivated a high-grade body method. He is the only one who can tie the civil war with Yan Zhongxian. He occupies 29 prisons and has more than 7000 monks under him.

Although Luo Chuan also ranked among the top five, he occupied only 10 prisons and less than 2000 monks. Compared with Yan Bai, there is still a big gap.

"Boss! The 31st house is under attack!"

"Boss! It's bad! The friar surnamed Bai broke into the 28th house!"

"Boss! Thirty eight homes are about to lose their hold!"

With the shouting, an ugly black robed friar came. In the twinkling of an eye, Luo Chuan's 16 core friars, including Wang Hu, whose bones were broken, limped to him.

The sixteen monks who specialize in physical cultivation have strange faces, aggressive and good at killing. They all have their own secret. They are more or less involved in the demon cult palace. At this time, they stand in front of Luo Chuan with indignation and ferocity, silently waiting for Luo Chuan to speak.

In the bitter cold days of great sorrow, 136 cells are either you die or I live.

There is only one law here, which is the simplest, primitive and fair jungle law.

In the anticipation of the sixteen core friars, Luo Chuan put away the black Jiao wooden staff, opened his eyes and took a long breath. This breath opened a ripple in the semi empty space and sent out bursts of thunder, which cut off the Lingxi River in front of him!

The sixteen monks looked at Luo Chuan with their eyes full of worship.

You should know that in the prison of great sorrow and cold days, the void and air are sealed by the power of terror, not to mention breaking the void, even breaking the air is impossible.

Luo Chuan's breath stirred the air slightly, enough to reveal the terrorist power contained in his body, which gave the core friars a glimmer of hope for the upcoming chaotic war.

Among the 16 core friars, only the big man Qixiu changed his face slightly, looked at Luochuan with fear and didn't speak.

"Each of you, gather a hundred people. Don't go to save the attacked prison. Come with me and go directly to Yan."

Luo Chuan got up, passed the sixteen core friars and went straight ahead.

The core friars prostrate themselves in front of Luo Chuan's back, with respectful faces.

Luo Chuan's voice had just dropped. Suddenly, a hurricane came over his head behind him.

In the hurricane, with a strong killing plane, it was pressed down, and in the twinkling of an eye it had reached Luochuan's head!