Chapter 640

"A moment's carelessness will lead to a big mistake!"

Qi Xinyue stepped back two steps and showed a touch of regret in her eyes: "it must be the ark commander who secretly changed the route by hiding from the Taoist officials. The route of the Yulong is no longer to takada."

"Well, where is this?" Rong Xiaojia stared at the island shrouded in a gray blood fog in front of the water mirror.

After a short silence, the old voice sounded from behind.

"If we guessed correctly, we have come to the border wasteland blood castle."

They turned their heads and looked at the old Taoist Wu Ji.

"Border wasteland blood castle... It really exists." Kong Yufeng, the descendant of the emperor, turned pale.

"Generally speaking, the last transport node to go to Outland is takada. But the demon friars have established their own transport node on the other side of the void facing takada many years ago. They are also going to Outland, but they are only limited to the demon friars. Therefore, the border wasteland blood castle is the stronghold of the demon sect palace."

The old Taoist Wu Ji said in a low voice. Every time he said a word, it was difficult for everyone to look at him.

"Turn the boat head quickly!" Qi Xinyue shouted with her eyebrows.

Yan Xiaoyi clenched his teeth and quickly turned the wheel.

But just then, the shadow of eight giant boats floated in the external water mirror.

The eight huge boats of the demon sect palace finally caught up! From the rear to the Yulong.

In the Yulong, many ordinary monks showed despair.

Behind them were eight flying boats from the demon sect palace. In front of them, they were the huge Island occupied by foreign demons. Inadvertently, they fell into death again.

"What should we do now? The source is not enough, and the Yulong can't move!" Yan Xiaoyi turned around and looked helpless.

Qi Xinyue stared at the external water mirror and clenched her hands.

In the moment of her hesitation, tens of millions of track strength waves were rotating and shooting from the rear, hitting the Yulong.

Boom!

The Royal Dragon swayed for a while, and the bloody dragon pattern on the bulkhead gradually faded.

"They are consuming the source of Yulong! When the source runs out, Yulong will naturally fall into their palm!" Yan Xiaoyi said anxiously.

The voice fell, and a small flying boat rose from the nearby wild blood castle and flew to the Yulong.

After a leap, more than 30 small flying boats have formed a encirclement of the Yulong.

"It's over." an ordinary monk murmured, and the blood on his face faded.

Desperation spread and poured into the hearts of every friar present. Even Yan Xiaoyi stopped driving the flying boat and stared at more and more flying boats outside the water mirror.

Just then, the young man's voice sounded.

"Yan Xiaoyi, turn around and hit the eight flying boats."

More than 40 eyes fell on Luo Chuan.

"Do you want to kill the fish and break the net?" Yan Xiaoyi smiled bitterly at the corners of his mouth, then shook his head: "there is not much left in the source of the Yulong. Even if he carries enough and hits them with all his strength, it is difficult to hurt them."

"Listen to me." Luo Chuan said, "if you turn around and bump into it, maybe you can escape. Otherwise, even if you don't die, you will become a prisoner."

Looking at the calm looking youth, many monks showed a trace of shame in their eyes, especially the descendants of the emperor. They were born in a prominent family and were superior in both status and talent, but they were not as calm as a 12-year-old youth in the face of desperate situations.

"Luo Daoyou, what good idea do you have? How sure are you?" Rong Xiaojia asked.

Luo Chuan nodded and shook his head with a faint smile: "it's not very good. But only by trying, can we know how much we are sure."

Boom! Again!

The Yulong shook more violently, and the bloody dragon pattern on the top of the cabin became more and more silent and dark.

Qi Xinyue turned her head and looked deeply at Luo Chuan. Her eyes twinkled with inexplicable Brilliance: "so, how do you do it? What do you want me to do?"

"You can't help." Luo Chuan shook his head and looked at Yan Xiaoyi: "Xiaoyi, you need to open an exit for me to go out alone... No, it needs to be bigger."

Hearing the speech, the people's faces changed slightly, and their eyes looked at Luo Chuan with suspicion. Xiang Shaoxing, the descendant of the emperor, including many ordinary friars and old customers, showed a trace of doubt in their eyes.

The woman's laughter rang out.

Qi Xinyue came to Luo Chuan. Zizi looked carefully at the young man in front of him and smiled: "in this way, our life and death are in your hands. Whether we succeed or not, our Wuyue emperor family owes you a favor."

"The house of the five mountains emperor. There are mountains outside the mountain, and the five mountains hold the sky."

Whispering the family motto, Qi Xinyue turned to Yan Xiaoyi: "just do as he said. Turn around, Yan Zhouchang."

"Xiao B, this time, just listen to Luo Daoyou." Rong Xiaojia said solemnly.

"OK."

Yan Xiaoyi gritted his teeth, moved the wheel and quickly clicked on the levitation rune.

WOW!

There was a turbulent wave in the void.

The Yulong turned its head and rushed towards a huge boat just west against the dense Taoist Qi wave.

In the Yulong, everyone's eyes gathered on Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan didn't move.

Under the attack of more and more strength waves, the Yulong was slower and slower, just like a clumsy turtle.

"You can't hit the demon flying boat like this. No, speed up!" Luo Chuan said to Yan Xiaoyi.

"But if you speed up, the source will be consumed completely." Yan Xiaoyi hesitated.

"Speed up," Luo Chuan repeated.

"Xiao B, listen to him."

"Speed up with all your strength."

Qi Xinyue and Rong Xiaojia said at the same time.

Yan Xiaoyi pursed his lips and showed a unique color on his face. He no longer hid and tucked in. He manipulated the Yulong to hit the flying boat with all his strength.

As the Yulong opened its full speed, the distance between it and the flying boat became closer and closer.

"Xiao Yun, you and Qin demon will guard the Yulong. The main thing is not to let them go out and notice my secret." Luo Chuan turned his head and whispered to Ziyun into the secret way.

"What's the secret?" Ziyun didn't react for a moment. Just wanted to ask, Luo Chuan had walked forward.

At this time, the Yulong was less than half a mile away from the flying boat in the water mirror. The flying boat didn't expect that the Yulong would suddenly accelerate, dodge less, and hit in the blink of an eye.

"Open the exit." Luo Chuan shouted.

Yan Xiaoyi grits his teeth fiercely and points a rune in his right hand.

At the moment when the two boats were about to collide, a circular hole window slowly opened over Luo Chuan's head, and Luo Chuan disappeared in the twinkling of an eye.

Bang!

A loud noise!

In the void less than a hundred miles away from the border wasteland blood castle, the Royal Dragon collided with the faliu of the demon cult palace.

The roof of faliu opened a crack and floated up the open deck like a mountain terrace. The demon friars appeared on the open deck and looked fanatically at the Royal Dragon close at hand.

Perhaps because of the impact, blood corpse skeletons fell from the Royal Dragon and fell onto the deck. There were the skeletons of human friars and the bodies of demon friars.

But the next moment, before the demon friars flew to the Yulong, the Yulong disappeared out of thin air.

In the lonely void, there are only the flying boats in the demon cult palace.

On the open deck of the faliu, among the hundreds of dead bodies, Luo Chuan breathed the South China Sea immortal gourd and storage ring into the Huangting secret place. Then he went against the trend and made a life of nine deaths. Gradually, his breath disappeared, just like a dead body.

Just then, at the moment when the two boats collided, Luo Chuan changed into the Taoist robe of a dead demon friar, took thousands of corpses, flew out of the Yulong, fell into the deck of the faliu, and then collected the Yulong with the Nanhai Xianhu.

Luo Chuan is hiding among hundreds of dead bodies. In addition, his life skill of nine deaths can be used to pretend to be dead. He is 90% sure that he can muddle through. When the demonic friars poured these bodies into the void and drove away in a boat, he escaped from heaven.

He carefully released the Tianmen Dharma, and soon all kinds of voices came into Luo Chuan's ears.

"What's the matter? It's gone?"

"Who knows what's going on?"

"Hum, who knows! The great skill is gone! I'm angry."

"The imperial dragon didn't fall, but there were so many dead bodies... Jie, it's still the old way to deal with it?"

"Nature... Put the demon lions! They haven't had enough for a while!"

Luo Chuan's eyelids twitched. In Tianmen's field of vision, he saw ten different lions who were not less than half blood unicorns, stepping out from behind a group of demon friars.

Ice blue fur, like the wings of bat wings, scorpion hook like tail, red eyes like blood coagulation... Ten demon lions emitting the fourth order breath of Guixu stared at the dead bodies on a deck, and their saliva dragged to their feet.

"Eat quickly! You can't grow up until you're full."

A demon friar two feet tall threw an iron whip, hit the demon lion's ass and laughed.

Ten demon lions opened their mouths and ran into the corpses, biting and chewing the dead bodies one by one.

Soon, a demon lion was close to Luochuan.

Luo Chuan didn't care to continue pretending to be dead and stopped the retrograde nine death life skill. The Lingtai exuded blood Qi. At the same time, he operated the nether death blood nature. In the twinkling of an eye, there was a faint smell of evil on the surface of his body.

"Cough, cough..."

Among the dead bodies, I suddenly remembered the low cough.

The demon friars stopped talking, and ten demon lions stopped, glancing over thousands of dead bodies and falling on the young demon Xiu who was "as angry as a gossamer".

"Is there a living one?"

"It's a great blessing. All those trapped in the Yulong are dead. He's still alive."

"Looking at his Taoist robe, it seems that it comes from a vein in the spirit cave of demon mountain. Are there any remaining Taoist friends in that vein?"

"How does Ben feel? Something strange?"

"Hehe, you're worried too much. Come and report some adults quickly."

The voice of the demon friars came into Luo Chuan's ears. Luo Chuan's face was pale. He operated the dragon body technique, and blood was flowing from top to bottom. For Luo Chuan, who practiced dragon body art, there was no pain at all, but in the eyes of others, he seemed to have experienced a tragic war, stole God's good luck and survived.

Footsteps from far to near.

Soon, several demon friars appeared in front of Luo Chuan.

"Help... Help me." Luo Chuan stretched out his hand tremblingly, tried to raise his head and lingered.