Chapter 660

"There are 83 people in Zhendao territory and nine people in daolun territory, including four people and four steps in daolun."

Li Xiaochen's eyes flashed a trace of blood, like a rainbow, and in the twinkling of an eye he found out the situation on the fourth floor.

"I'll go to the fifth floor and I'll give it to you." Luo Chuan preached.

Hearing the speech, the brothers of the cannon fodder camp laughed.

"Boss, it only takes six brothers to solve the fourth floor... Six people are enough." Li Xiaochen said.

Another brother also said, "since leaving the ancient Tianta of ten thousand prisoners, the cannon fodder camp has set rules to fight against people. It does not take the number of people as the odds of victory. It takes every killing of the enemy as a test, so as to improve its strength."

"Six people?" Luo Chuan was stunned and asked, "who put forward this rule? Wang Hu?"

"No, it was set up by the brothers together." Li Xiaochen said: "don't worry, boss. Any six of us can quietly clean up this floor."

Luo Chuan nodded slightly. Although he had a good chance of winning by defeating the few, it was too easy and simple for a man of practice who was bent on the Tao and lost the essence of practice.

"So good." Luo Chuan thought, "then leave six brothers down. Xiaochen, let's go."

Li Xiaochen chose five brothers from the cannon fodder camp and followed Luo Chuan down the spiral ladder to the bottom of the cabin.

Luo Chuan walked in front and released the Tianmen Dharma. Then he saw a huge cage occupying half of the cabin in the depths of the cabin.

The number of Yulong monks imprisoned here is obviously higher than that of faliu. In addition to boat passengers and ordinary test monks, there are also 20 descendants of emperors.

The descendants of the twenty emperors, like the Yulong, were divided into three circles.

The three circles are led by ran Fengjun, yuan Shitian and Hong Gongliu.

"So they were caught."

Luo Chuan was a little surprised and calmed down immediately. Although ran Fengjun and Hong Gongliu have top talent potential, the demon cult palace attaches great importance to this shot and must have calculated everything to be perfect.

The only thing that didn't count was Luochuan who mixed into the Yulong.

Less than a thousand steps away from the cage, Li Xiaochen hesitated and took two steps to Luo Chuan's side.

"What's the matter?" Luo Chuan glanced at Li Xiaochen.

"Boss, it's better not to show up." Li Xiaochen whispered.

"Why?" Luo Chuan asked.

"There's one thing Wang Hu always wanted to talk to the boss, but he didn't find a chance." Li Xiaochen smiled bitterly: "the cannon fodder camp came to the border wasteland blood castle, covering an area of the king, not for anything else, just because of the promise to the boss... Miss Bai is now in Outland."

Luo Chuan was stunned, and a thick accident appeared in his eyes: "is Xiaobai in Outland?"

"That's right. A year and a half ago, Miss Bai was sent to Guangsheng Putian Taoist school because of her teacher. In fact, it's a kind of punishment to travel to study in the name... If people know the relationship between the boss and the cannon fodder camp, it must cause a lot of trouble and be bad for Miss Bai," Li Xiaochen said.

"Guangsheng Putian... Unexpectedly, it's inevitable to go there." Luo Chuan smiled inexplicably: "Xiaochen, you're still careful. So, you take your brothers to prison."

The voice fell, Luo Chuan stopped and dived into the shadow.

In the depths of the five story boat cabin of the back ghost, in the huge prison, the descendants of the emperor had dim eyes, and their spirit had fallen to the bottom of the valley. However, compared with the passengers of Yulong and ordinary test monks who are on the verge of despair, they can still guard their state of mind, and their eyes are not completely gray.

Yuan Shitian raised his head and looked at a young monk who was not far away. He smiled: "little brother, it's better to take this experience as the continuation of the trial of Putian Guangsheng Taoist school. Compared with the trial on the Yulong, this experience can be called a trial."

Hearing yuan Shitian's words, many ordinary friars raised their heads, and their distracted and confused eyes suddenly lit up.

"So this is just the continuation of the trial? Everything is the assessment of us by the masters of Putian Guangsheng!"

"I see! I was startled."

"Thank you for your guidance, childe yuan! I hope to live again!"

The prison was full of dark blood and evil spirit. Where could ordinary friars resist it? 30% of the friars had already fainted, and most of the rest were confused and shaky.

Yuan Shitian didn't explain either. He shook his head and stared at the secret chain around his ankle: "it's just that one more can live."

"Up to now, it's useless to give them hope. The greater the hope now, the greater the disappointment in the future. At that time, they will collapse completely." ran Fengjun didn't look up and whispered.

"Hahaha, Taoist ran tried every means to win over these friars in the Yulong. Once in a desperate situation, they will have no effect in your eyes. I wish they would die soon... It's hypocritical." a descendant of the emperor behind yuan Shitian showed a sarcastic smile.

"Hum, what's wrong with my brother ran?" a descendant of the emperor beside ran Fengjun objected: "these demons clearly want to use us as chips to threaten guangtianpu holy Taoist temple. The border wasteland blood castle is so secret that our emperor family can't save it even if we know it. In this case, the difficult way still hopes to go out? Who is stronger and who lives, that's the last word."

Yuan Shitian raised his head and glanced at the descendant of the Emperor: "how do you know that we can't get out?"

The descendant of the emperor was shocked and subconsciously avoided yuan Shitian's eyes, but he still refused to accept the way: "we are in the devil's territory and so remote. Can't we expect who can save us? I hope someone can save us. No matter who that person is, I will give him an Emperor's blood card."

"Yes, even if the demon comes to save him, I will give him an emperor's blood card." a descendant of the emperor behind Hong Gongliu also said.

Plop!

Another young trial friar couldn't bear the dark blood and evil spirit. He fell down and fainted. The dark blood and evil Qi penetrated into his body. In the twinkling of an eye, his skin and muscles became stiff and pale, and his subcutaneous green tendons became gray, like a zombie.

"Just a trial, just a trial..." beside him, another ordinary trial friar murmured, but his face became more and more pale. The next moment he fell to the ground and couldn't get up again.

The descendants of the emperor looked one after another. No one spoke, but their faces showed the feeling of rabbit death and fox sorrow.

At this time, ran Fengjun and Yuan Shitian looked at the front of the prison door at the same time. Then, Hong Gongliu also raised his head and looked at the direction of the prison door with a slightly surprised look in his eyes.

A cold wind blew, and the blood lion and beast guarding in front of the prison door didn't even make a sound. They fell to the ground with bloody eyes and nose.

The candle flickered and flashed into people's eyes.

The monks in the prison looked at the candlelight. More than 20 blood robed monks with deep breath, over ten feet tall and majestic like demons held their breath one by one, and their eyes were complex.

The head of the wounded friar Junlang licked his lips and smiled. No one saw his technique, and the prison door was quietly split into two by him.

"They're coming to kill! Hurry..."

An ordinary friar who was going crazy suddenly shouted wildly. Before he finished shouting, a brother of the cannon fodder camp raised his hand and twisted him into pieces.

"Whoever dares to speak will be his end!"

In the prison, almost everyone's face showed the color of horror, but no one dared to say a word again.

Several descendants of the emperor looked at each other and smiled bitterly, and their eyes finally showed despair.

"It's about to start so soon. The instigator behind you really doesn't play cards according to common sense." yuan Shitian said with a smile, with no sadness or joy on his ugly face.

Li Xiaochen glanced at yuan Shitian and broke his Anklet with a sword. At the same time, the brothers of the cannon fodder camp shot one after another to break the foot chains of several other descendants of the emperor.

Looking at the broken chains, yuan Shitian, ran Fengjun, Hong Gongliu and others were stunned.

"Our boss... My childe, I pity you for being captured by demons and bearing this reckless disaster, so we come to help." Li Xiaochen cleared his throat, looked around at the numb friars and scolded: "damn! You are stupid! Don't you run away!"

With that, Li Xiaochen sneered, took up the Blood Sword and led his brothers to the outside.

In the prison, shocked eyes gathered to yuan Shitian.

Yuan Shitian's surprise did not disappear. For a long time, he shrugged his shoulders: "don't look at me... I don't know what the fuck is going on."

Staring at Li Xiaochen's back and the blood sword, yuan Shitian suddenly thought of something: "is this man the blood sword immortal Tu?"

"Who is the blood sword immortal Tu? How have I heard of it?" a descendant of the emperor said strangely.

"Hum, then you should have heard of the cannon fodder camp that once caused a lot of trouble in Shangjiang." yuan Shitian sneered.

The eyes of the monks in the prison lit up, especially the descendants of the emperor. As descendants of the emperor, they knew more secret news than ordinary monks.

More than 200 iron and blood fighting regiments, all composed of Tao Lun territory, each member is cold-blooded and ruthless, and their state of mind is firm to the extreme. They have even broken through a big storm in Tianchen island. Although there are no strong men in the cannon fodder camp, an iron blooded killing regiment composed of more than 200 taolunjing has attracted people's attention everywhere.

However, the descendants of the emperor knew that the cannon fodder camp was inextricably related to the invisible emperor in Baiyuan nuhai, and they guessed the man behind the cannon fodder camp.

"The cannon fodder camp came to the border wasteland... Is it difficult that the legend is also..."

Yuan Shi flashed a blazing light in his heavenly eyes, laughed and flashed out of the prison.

Ran Fengjun and Hong Gongliu also flew out.

In the twinkling of an eye, all the living friars jumped out of the cage and followed behind the three empress leaders, but they were all careful, with excitement and tension on their faces.

"Be careful, Taoist friends. I remember that when I came here, there were heavy troops on the fourth floor. There were nearly 100 people in the Taoist realm. Once disturbed, I'm afraid more demon friars would come. It's difficult to go out again."

At the entrance of the spiral staircase, ran Fengjun stopped and whispered to Li Xiaochen in front of him. His tone was soft and his eyes showed concern.

Li Xiaochen didn't speak. He smiled coldly. How could he not detect ran Fengjun's intention of kindness and solicitation.

Following Li Xiaochen's eyes, the monks saw the tragic scene on the fourth floor of the cabin.