Chapter 687

Qi Xinyue frowned: "how do you..."

Hong Gongliu shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "we have all received the friendship of Taoist friend Qi, but there are eight demon friars flying boats outside. How much are we sure we can escape?"

"We haven't tried before, but we've been caught again and again. In order to revenge, the demon friar will aggravate the ghost blood and evil spirit... Taoist Qi, maybe we can't hold it again." a descendant of the emperor said.

Qi Xinyue looked at the descendants of the emperor who were unwilling to move in the prison. Her face was incredible. Gradually, her eyes showed disappointment.

"Yuan Shitian, are you afraid too? You just shot." Qi Xinyue put her last hope on yuan Shitian.

Yuan Shitian raised his head, looked over the Qixin moon and fell to Luochuan.

Luo Chuan turned and walked out.

"Luo Daoyou, how sure are you?" yuan Shitian asked.

Luo Chuan didn't stop and said with a smile, "you're like this. Naturally, there's no Chengdu. Yuan Shitian, I didn't expect you to give up resistance and be willing to become a trading chip."

Yuan Shitian tiger was shocked and bit his teeth: "if I wait to go with you, I can be sure."

"60 percent." Luo Chuan stopped and looked back: "maybe more."

Qi Xinyue looked at Luo Chuan in a complicated way. In her memory, the astringent youth in the Yulong was drifting away.

"Sixty percent... That's enough. Brother Luo, I'll bet again." yuan Shitian's face gradually became hot and turned to the descendants of the Emperor: "it's far from time to give up. They are the young masters of the imperial family. If you want to be a coward, stay here!"

Qin demon took out the seal from the demon Friar's robe and opened the prison. The descendants of the emperor and three trial friars got out of trouble. With the help of Qi Xinyue, they cut the chain and followed Luo Chuan.

However, not long after he got out of the cage, the sound of scolding and exciting fighting came from a distance.

Qi Xinyue, yuan Shitian and others all changed their faces.

"The group of Kong Yufeng was found?" Qi Xinyue murmured.

"Let's go."

Luo Chuan's face was calm. He took the lead and continued to sweep towards the spiral ladder. Qin devil followed, his eyes swept to the four directions, watching everything around him with vigilance.

In a flash, the sound of fighting in the distance disappeared.

Qi Xinyue Dai frowned slightly, and the other descendants of the emperor were worried.

When they turned a corridor, they saw a bloody corpse. The descendants of the emperor were stunned. In the pool of blood, there were all demon friars.

Figures came from the other side of the passage.

"Ran Fengjun." yuan Shitian looked at the leader.

"You killed them all?" Qi Xinyue asked.

Ran Fengjun stood still and said, "I want to say that. But the fact is, one of them suddenly jumped out, killed all the patrolling friars, and then disappeared."

"You mean they kill each other?" yuan Shitian looked suspicious.

Ran Fengjun shook his head: "from the point of view and timing of that man's hand, it seems to have been premeditated for a long time... It's more like trying to save us."

Yuan Shitian said with a smile, "if you really save us, why don't you show up? Don't be another cannon fodder camp."

Qi Xinyue listened. This was second time she heard "cannon fodder camp" from descendants of the emperor. What happened between ran Fengjun, yuan Shitian and cannon fodder camp in that desolate blood castle?

Suddenly there was a fierce fight in the upper cabin.

Yuan Shitian, ran Fengjun and others closed their eyes one after another, opened them in a flash, and their eyes burst into joy.

"Sure enough, someone is helping us. They are fighting again." yuan Shitian said.

"Good chance. Maybe I really hope to go out this time." ran Fengjun's eyes were shining.

As they were talking, a shadow swept forward.

"Follow me," Luo Chuan said.

Ziyun and Qin devil followed behind Luo Chuan.

Qi Xinyue hesitated a little, exchanged eyes with Kong Yufeng and Xiang Shaoxing on the other side, and followed Luo Chuan into the spiral ladder.

"Brother ran, let's go." yuan Shitian smiled and led ten descendants of emperors to follow Luo Chuan.

Ran Fengjun raised his head and looked at Luo Chuan's back. His eyes coagulated: "the boy in Rong Yinglong's cabin?"

"Yes, it's him. I've long seen that this son is unusual. I thought Qi Xinyue led the rescue. Now it seems that he is the leader of the rescue." a descendant of the emperor behind ran Fengjun said.

Another descendant of the emperor smiled and said, "this son may really have some special skills, but no matter how, he can't be compared with our generation. Let alone pose a threat to brother ran."

"Luo Chuan... It has the same name as the boss of the cannon fodder camp. Let's go and follow them."

Ran Fengjun dodged and disappeared, and suddenly appeared on the side of Luochuan.

Soon, everyone went up to the fifth floor.

What came into view was a bloody picture of chaos and war.

The demonic friars seem crazy. You fight me, each use unique skills and kill each other.

The hall was filled with nearly a thousand demon friars. Everyone's eyes were full of blood and his face was angry. If he got a little closer, he would be involved in the war circle.

The five story hall with the cross flow of Taoist power can not be handled by the descendants of the emperor who return to the virtual world.

The descendants of the emperor were all crowded at the entrance of the spiral ladder.

"This way."

Luo Chuan only glanced at it and made a choice to sweep to the East. Ziyun and Qin demon ancestors naturally followed. Qi Xinyue, Kong Yufeng and Xiang Shaoxing hesitated and also flashed to follow Luo Chuan.

"What are they doing there? Don't they have eyes? The war in the East is the most intense." a descendant of the emperor behind ran Fengjun whispered.

"60% of the demon friars in Daoli are concentrated in the East. What's the difference between going that way and looking for death." another descendant of the emperor sneered.

Ran Fengjun turned to the West and his eyes flashed, "come with me."

The voice fell, and ran Fengjun dodged and swept away with his back to Luochuan.

Without saying a word, the seven descendants of the loyal emperor followed ran Fengjun and swept to the West.

The remaining descendants of the emperor originally planned to chase Luo Chuan. At this time, they stopped one after another, turned to look at ran Fengjun on the other side, and hesitated.

"Wait a minute. I'll see who is right and who is wrong between brother Luo and ran Fengjun."

Yuan Shitian stood still and said faintly.

Almost as soon as he finished, a group of people withdrew.

Ran Fengjun appeared at the entrance of the spiral staircase, with a sick blush on his face. His hands hidden under his sleeves trembled slightly. It was obvious that he was involved in the battle circle and seriously injured. The descendants of the seven emperors who retreated with ran Fengjun looked embarrassed.

"Let's go."

Yuan Shitian looked at the expressionless ran Fengjun, smiled, stepped forward and swept away along Luo Chuan's footprints.

The descendants of the emperor no longer hesitated and followed Luochuan's back to the East.

Ran Fengjun fell to the last one, lowered his head, his eyes twinkled, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Before long, the descendants of the emperor passed through the five storey hall full of crisis and climbed the spiral staircase.

Then the fourth, third and second floors... The higher up the cabin, the more demonic friars, the higher their accomplishments, and the more intense the war.

Under the leadership of Luo Chuan, the descendants of the emperor, together with the five surviving trial friars, seemed to walk on the edge of the abyss, avoided Taoist attacks again and again, swam outside the battle circle, and finally came to the top.

The brilliance in the distance of the void shone from afar, penetrating the big hole of the faliu, and shone deep into the cabin.

The descendants of the emperor looked back and saw that the boat cabin hall had become a sea of killing. The demon friars in the Taoist realm fought together like crazy. Every area, every channel and every corner were full of Taoist power and Dharma.

Blood bone strangulation, Shura purgatory!

In such a four story dead place, they, a group of monks returning to the virtual world, came out safely! Except for ran Fengjun, none of the others were involved in the whirlpool of the war circle!

When the descendants of the emperor were afraid, they were shocked at the same time.

Although they don't know why the demon friars of faliu kill each other, they know who brought them out of the land of death.

More than twenty eyes turned to Luo Chuan at the same time.

On the deck, the boy who had changed back to the original was carrying a large bag behind him, and the tall and beautiful woman beside him was also carrying a large bag stained with blood, which was full of magic weapons, magic tools and magic seals.

"Brother Luo is really in a good mood. He doesn't forget to play the autumn wind all the way." yuan Shitian smiled, but his surprise was bigger than one.

It is beyond imagination that the young man in front of us can bring everyone out. But along the way, he still wanted to pick treasures from the dead bodies of demon friars, ranging from magic weapons to low-grade magic weapons.

"Bad habits are hard to change. Don't be surprised, brother yuan. My wealth is far from that of you, so I have to rely on it." Luo Chuan's face floated a green smile, which seemed a little embarrassed.

Under the void rainbow light, the young man's shy smile was in sharp contrast to the large bloody pocket full of booty behind him.

Qi Xinyue looked at Luo Chuan, smiled and shook his head. He only felt a burst of absurdity.

Just then, a demon Friar's head flew from under the boat wing in the distance of faliu.

At this time, they found that there was also a battle on the deck.

Following the direction of the head flying out, they saw several figures fighting on the wing of the boat.

Three to three, the only friar leader in the faliu, and the other three friars in black robes and masks.

"Isn't he the one who killed all the patrolling friars..." a descendant of the emperor murmured behind ran Fengjun.

The three black robed masked friars were furious. At this time, they all had the upper hand. The black robed masks were forbidden. They couldn't see their bodies and faces clearly, so they could barely catch their eyes.

"Who are they? The family and Guangtian Pusheng don't know that we are here, only the Outland church palace and border wasteland... Is it the cannon fodder camp?" an emperor's eyes twinkled and guessed boldly.

After a brief silence, the rest of the emperor's descendants shook their heads.

"It can't be the cannon fodder camp. The cannon fodder camp won a great victory that night. Even if it can't become the leader of the border wasteland, it's also the situation of two heroes ruling the hegemony. We have no use value for a long time, and they can't risk offending the demon cult palace to save us." ran Fengjun said faintly.

When ran Fengjun said these words, yuan Shitian was staring at the exposed eyes of one of his black robed friars.

Although easy to look and change shape, that look is deja vu.

Yuan Shitian has a unique skill since he was young. No matter who looks in his eyes, he can write it down at a glance.

In a flash, yuan Shitian's heart beat faster and his eyes flashed thick surprise.

It's him! Border wasteland cannon fodder camp! Bloody sword immortal Tu Li Xiaochen!