Chapter 443

It became quiet again in front of the city.

Boss Bai's eyebrows jumped and glanced at Luo Chuan. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Above the city, the West Heavenly Sword King stopped. He didn't bow his head. He seemed too lazy to look at Luo Chuan more. His deep voice was intriguing: "what's the matter?"

"Three months ago, Luo and the sword King reported that there was an unknown Sandworm cave in the empty ice desert outside the six star territory. The Sandworm cave was full of fierce dragon blood spirit veins. If you use this spirit vein to cultivate the flesh, it can play a miraculous effect and increase the body cultivation one day ago." Luo Chuan looked at the West Sky Sword king and said sincerely: "Before, the sword king promised to divide Luo into half."

The words "fierce dragon blood spirit vein" are exported. Boss Bai and Wang Hu... All friars with some insight show their desire.

Soon, however, the monks looked at Luo Chuan with sympathy and regret.

This is the cannon fodder camp. There is no trustworthy person from top to bottom. The West Tianjian king is insatiable. If he really gets the spirit pulse, let alone half Cheng, he can't give Luo Chuan an inch.

As expected, the West Heavenly Sword king was dumbfounded and walked forward.

"My Lord, didn't you succeed?" Luo Chuan followed closely and pursued relentlessly, "my Lord, you promised..."

"Boss Luo, I haven't seen you for three months, but your shelf is getting bigger and bigger." the West Tianjian King stopped, lowered his head and glanced at Luo Chuan lightly: "you didn't dare to talk to me like that. Sure enough, power can make people forget... But don't forget who gave you all this today."

The eyes of the West Heavenly Sword King were like thunder, which made Luo Chuan's head roar, his heart beat faster, and his breathing became unstable.

"Remember your identity. Don't toast or punish. If there's another time, don't do it."

The West Heavenly Sword king said faintly, and his body gradually turned empty and disappeared into the air.

Whoosh!

Half of the bronze halberd, still stained with blood, fell from the sky and was inserted directly in front of Luo Chuan's feet. The halberd contained a rich source of emptiness. The sharp halberd blade attracted the attention of the monks around, with greed and desire flashing in their eyes.

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

The bronze halberd at the foot of Luochuan has only half of it and has lost its power, but it has entered the ranks of magic weapons. It is hard and sharp. It may be just a waste in the view of monks outside, but it is definitely a "magic weapon" at the town battalion level in the cannon fodder camp.

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

"Ha ha, boss Luo, Lord Jianwang has been very nice to you. Looking at the cannon fodder camp, you almost have no rivals. Even Lao Bai, I want to give you three points." boss Bai made a ha ha and said half jokingly. His tone is unpredictable, so people can't tell whether he is sincere or false.

Luo Chuan raised his hand, put the bronze halberd into his palm without expression, closed his eyes, then opened it and sneered: "the sword king told me before that after killing Yan Zhongxian, he would show up. But he didn't do it until we were chased by the bloody hand immortal and couldn't hold it up... One wanted to knock, the other wanted to give mercy. Hehe, you and I owe him another life."

"Why say something?" boss Bai didn't turn his head, looked into the distance and smiled faintly: "although Lord Jian has gone far, there are all ears and eyes in this prison. Boss Luo, I'm leaving now."

Luo Chuan didn't move under his feet and didn't mean to go: "Even if those friars really give them the courage to report, they can't go to the sword king. Even if you and I, in the opinion of the sword king, are just the role of Eagle dog running dog, which can be replaced at any time, not to mention them. If we guess well, I'm afraid the Taoist cultivation of boss Bai in the past is far more than the three of the West Sky Sword king."

"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've spoken in simple terms." boss Bai stopped, turned his head, looked at Luo Chuan up and down, and his voice was pressed into a bundle: "Boss Luo, you first persuaded me to kill Yan Zhongxian together. Today, you directly provoked the relationship between me and the supervising monk in front of me. What do you want to do?"

"Ha ha, just chatting." Luo Chuan relaxed his face and pressed his voice into a bundle: "boss Bai has stayed here for so long. I don't know how long he wants to stay here?"

There was a flash of light in boss Bai's eyes and disappeared in a flash: "I'm in the cannon fodder camp, but I've only been here for 37 years. I won't bother you, boss Luo."

"Don't you think boss Bai never wanted to go out?" Luo Chuan said carelessly.

The white eldest brother's body trembled indistinctly. He took back his eyes to Luo Chuan and smiled: "Luo eldest brother, you are still young, ruthless and can't see through. Maybe before long, the cannon fodder camp will completely become your territory, and even Bai has to curry favor with you."

Luo Chuan frowned, and boss Bai obviously didn't answer.

"Boss Luo, do you know Yan Zhongxian's position in the cannon fodder camp 70 years ago?" boss Bai asked. Without waiting for Luo Chuan to speak, he asked: "Seventy years ago, Yan Zhongxian was also the subordinate of another physically strong friar. The eldest brother once ruled the cannon fodder camp for a hundred years. There was no enemy in the cannon fodder camp. The nickname of the king of flesh came down from him. But seventy years ago, the eldest brother abandoned his position in the cannon fodder camp and voluntarily entered the empty battlefield outside the territory, became cannon fodder and was crushed Death. Luo Chuan, do you know why? "

Luo Chuan was silent.

"Just like you said, because he wants to go out. Maybe we will want to go out in 50 years. But now we don't want to, we want to live a few more years."

Bai Lao laughed, turned his back to Luo Chuan and walked in the other direction: "Boss Luo, I'm too lazy to ask you what the 'fierce dragon blood spirit vein' is, and I don't want to know what ghost you're playing. I just advise you, don't think you're the only smart man in the world. In the end, you'll find that you're the biggest fool... The West Sky Sword king is not so easy to provoke."

"I thought you used to be a great man, but so."

Luo Chuan used the last method.

Boss Bai didn't speak any more. He was indifferent and walked forward calmly.

In front of the tall City, Luo Chuan turned his back to more than 300 core friars and clenched his fist.

A whole year and a half! Trapped in the dark cannon fodder camp!

Luo Chuan tried every means and used many dirty means he had never used, just to survive and escape! But when he finally plotted to kill Yan Zhongxian, cleared up the last threat and was about to top the cannon fodder camp, he still couldn't find a way to escape.

If one person can't, pull another person!

In the cannon fodder camp, the only white boss Luo Chuan can't see through, but he is no longer ambitious. Let's live in peace.

Looking at the back of boss Bai, Luo Chuan was in a trance and saw himself thirty years later.

With a shiver, Luo Chuan's pores shrank.

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

Taking a deep breath, Luo Chuan eased over and walked back.

Thirteen core friars and more than 300 flesh friars who never gave up looked at Luo Chuan with great admiration. From them, wisps of black smoke, high or short, seemed to be more than 300 ferocious demons.

This evil spirit can not only protect the state of mind, but also promote people to speed up the cultivation of mana and Taoism, which is ten to 100 times faster than usual. In the cannon fodder camp, mana and Taoism are imprisoned, and this evil spirit can only act on the flesh, urge the movement of Qi, blood and essence, and harden the flesh at a speed of ten to 100 times.

"Wang Hu." Luo Chuan looked at his first opponent when he first entered the cannon fodder camp: "Lord Jianwang said just now that there are new people coming in. Take everyone and grab 80% of the new people. Be careful when you choose."

"Yes, big brother!" Wang Hu responded with a roar. Compared with when he first met Luo Chuan, he has improved by leaps and bounds in terms of physical strength and blood strength, which has increased by more than 20 times.

The evil spirit inherited by Jiulong Jun originally has the effect of "those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black", which can infect those who sincerely obey Luo Chuan and promote the growth of strength. After Luo Chuan entered the cannon fodder camp, the devil's mood dominated, and the evil spirit naturally developed. Combined with Luo Chuan's own morality and ferocity of life and death, the effect of this evil spirit is even more amazing.

Wang Hu followed Luo Chuan for the longest time and benefited the most. However, due to the limitation of his original physical body method, it has not been fully revealed.

After arranging Wang Hu, Luo Chuan dodged and disappeared.

When he reappeared, Luo Chuan returned to his separate thousand step cell.

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

He did not devour the void source carried on the utensils as usual to cultivate the mysterious God of Tianmen.

The idea of the Tianmen gate was like running water, which leaked in all directions and passed through an empty cell or a cell full of monks.

Soon, Luochuan's Tianmen idea entered the palace in front of the cannon fodder camp.

There is a plaque above the palace, engraved with the four big words "monitor the main palace".

Tianmen's mind continued to move forward and soon turned into a beautiful side hall. On the golden cicada silk fragrant jade couch in the middle of the side hall, there were friars with nine flying swords on their backs.

This is not the first time Luo Chuan spied on the West Heavenly Sword king. Naturally, he knows how to avoid being found.

Tianmen thought carefully separated around and surrounded the West Tianjian king.

One column of incense, two columns of incense, three columns of incense... Three hours passed. Finally, the West Tianjian King opened his eyes.

"What the hell is Luo Chuan doing?"

"Only a fool would say that in public."

"But he's not a fool."

After thinking for a moment, two pure lights flashed in the eyes of the West Heavenly Sword king. In the hall, there was a bloody spirit pulse that looked like a dragon rather than a dragon.