"Brothers, have you seen that guy? Judging from the pace of his walking, he shouldn't be the master who has been wandering around the Black Plains of Blood Prison all year round. It is most likely his first time here. What do you think, are you interested in joining in?"
"Anyone who dares to come to the Black Plains of Blood Prison is not a good person. Let's forget it. That guy wears a mask and is not an old monster with a perverse temper."
"I'm betting on an earth-level magic weapon. I bet that guy's cultivation level is not as high as ours. I can take advantage of him today. Is there anyone who wants to bet on it?"
The gate of the city wall.
Many monks looked at Su Gan's footsteps approaching slowly, like a group of wolves seeing a sheep, and some even started making bets.
The city gate is one of the ways to enter and exit the Black Plains of the Blood Hell. They hang out at the city gate all year round. Their eyes have long been refined into piercing eyes. From the pace of some monks walking, you can roughly judge whether a monk has been mixed with blood all year round. The Lord of Prison Black Plains.
There are no rules in the Black Plains of Blood Prison. It is common for them to draw their swords at you if they don't like you. Most of the monks who have been in the Black Plains of Blood Prison for many years are highly concentrated, fearing that one of them will accidentally suffer an unreasonable disaster or offend someone who should not be punished. The offended person's walking posture was absolutely completely different from that of the monk who came to the Black Plains of Blood Prison for the first time.
Su Gan didn't know about this.
Soon, Su Gan walked to the city gate and was stopped by one of the monks at the city gate who had ill intentions towards him and was looking for trouble. He excused himself as a broker from the Black Plains of Blood Prison. , asked Su Qian if he wanted to provide guidance service or something.
"Need not."
Su Qian didn't even stop.
If in some other more formal cities, Su Gan had just arrived and there was a broker taking work, he would still be happy to spend a little money to let him show the way and introduce local specialties and so on.
However, the Black Plains of Blood Prison is a place that eats people without spitting out their bones. No one can trust it except myself, otherwise I don’t even know how many people died.
"Fellow Taoist, it's not that I, Juma, am bragging. When it comes to understanding the Black Plains of Blood Prison, I, Juma, dare to say that I am second, but I don't dare to say that I am first. For only three hundred silver coins, I will take you to the entire Black Plains of Blood Prison, bro. It's not easy for me to earn some hard-earned money, so you have to pity me."
The thin monk followed up reluctantly and raised a finger towards those who had just bet with him. This meant that he had won an earth-level magic weapon in the bet just now. He understood the communication between people. It is ordinary and unpretentious.
Although Su Qian's appearance could not be seen clearly, from the sound of his voice, Su Qian was definitely not young or old, and the faint aura emanating from Su Qian's body did not give them any sense of oppression. It is estimated that his cultivation level would not How high is it?
If you are not old and your cultivation level is not high, then you are not an old monster. He won the bet just now.
The other monks ignored the thin monk Jute's fingers, looked at each other, and followed him. Either the old monster was good, or this was their chance to make a fortune.
If Su Qian had some sense of appearance, it would be fine, and he would still be able to leave a pair of underpants. If he didn't, then I'd be sorry, he would eat it up and wipe it clean, not even leaving any bones or dregs.
They have done this kind of thing countless times and are very familiar with the relevant processes.
In response, Su Gan walked through the city gate and entered the city without looking back.
"Brother, you can't even part with a mere three hundred silver coins. You are not giving my brother face."
"If you don't give my brother face, you don't give us face. It's a slap in the face of our brothers. If you do this, it will make us very embarrassed."
"If you make things difficult for us, the consequences will be serious."
A dozen monks surrounded me with ill intentions, and it was almost obvious that I was looking for trouble written on their faces.
"People like Blood Lion Hall, Black Blood Sect, and Shalangkou are getting more and more ugly."
"There is no other way. Who can say that within a hundred miles around, the Blood Lion Hall, the Black Blood Sect, and Shalangkou are the strongest. In the Black Plains of the Blood Prison, if you have the strength, you can be arrogant."
"The Black Plains of Blood Prison, that's it."
There was a restaurant with many monks watching this scene with relish.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that those people in Jute are just looking for trouble, but so what, in the Black Plains of Blood Prison, if you have the strength, you can do whatever you want.
For the monks who were living in the Black Plains of the Blood Prison, this was a common occurrence. It had nothing to do with them, just treat it as a show. As for taking action righteously, it was because they thought they didn't die fast enough. There were many dead bones in the Black Plains of the Blood Prison, half of them, They are people who dare to come to the Black Plains of Blood Prison without strength, and the other half are people who are nosy.
"I don't want to be troublesome. Don't let me take action."
Su Gan spoke calmly.
He knew that the Black Plains of Blood Prison was a paradise for sin, with all kinds of characters mixed together, some good and some evil. It was not a place that followed rules, but being so unruly was a sign of his experience. When you walk in, without doing anything or saying anything, someone will come up to you for no reason to cause trouble.
However, now that he is here, he is mentally prepared and will not be afraid anymore.
"Young man, you still do it, I'm so scared."
There was a monk who laughed strangely.
"Come on, come on, hit me, come on, hit me."
"Brothers, did you hear that? He is going to take action. He is going to take action, hahaha."
"Hands on, I like hands on the most."
The other monks laughed loudly, as if they had heard some funny joke, and immediately surrounded Su Gan, and some even started to push him.
"Step aside."
Su Qian said coldly.
"What if I don't let you?"
There was a monk standing in front of Su Gan with his arms folded and a grin on his face. The look on his face was that he deserved a beating.
"It's okay to look for trouble. You have eyes but no eyes. Your name is in the reincarnation. You can meet again in the reincarnation."
The Ancestral Dragon's Heaven-Shaking Heavy Halberd appeared in Su Gan's hand, and he smashed it out, turning it into a pile of flesh before the monk could react.
Among this group of people, the one with the most terrifying aura is comparable to the patterned black-clothed monk who died in his hands before. The highest level of cultivation is only the supernatural power realm, and the lowest one has just broken through to the golden bone realm. Dare not open your eyes. It's really unreasonable to come to trouble him.
"So brave."
"Come together and kill him."
"Come on, brothers."
Huang Ma and others were angry, and magic weapons appeared out of thin air in their hands, and they threw them at Su Qian. If they dared to kill them in front of them, it would be a slap in the face.
"snort."
Su Qian smiled coldly, and danced the Ancestral Dragon's Heaven-Shaking Heavy Halberd in his hand, with a terrifying aura.
at the same time.
Endless black energy erupted from the body, instantly turning a radius of one mile into a realm of ghostly black mist. This was due to the ghostly energy erupted by the Hyakki Banner.
"Lie to Kangxi"
"ah......"
"help me."
"Run quickly."
There were only screams of crying for father and mother, and there were bursts of blood splattering.
When the black mist dissipated, Su Gan walked out. Except for some bloody flesh, there were no shadows of the monks who had just troubled Su Gan.
"A bit cruel."
"Jute and the others don't have eyesight. They deserve to die if they get into trouble."
"We'll see how the Blood Lion Hall, Black Blood Sect, and Shalangkou react."
Not far away, there were many people who saw this scene in their eyes, with no expressions on their faces. Seeing Jute and the others died in Su Gan's hands, it was as if they saw Su Gan killing some chickens. There wasn't even a trace of surprise on his face.
Blood Prison Black Plains, the sinful paradise of Donggan Dao Domain, where dead people are commonplace and can be seen anytime and anywhere. Undead people are a rare thing.
Su Gan beheaded Juma and the others, then raised his feet and continued walking inside, as if he had trampled some insignificant ants to death.
Walking through the broken city gate, even if you have truly entered the Blood Hell Black Plains, the current place you are in is just the periphery of the Blood Hell Black Plains. The real most prosperous place is the center of the Blood Hell Black Plains, where there are all kinds of places. A place where magic weapons emerge in endlessly.
"You're the one who killed me and killed Langkou?"
Su Qian just continued to walk inside. Before he had gone a mile, he had naked arms and dark skin. He looked very burly. He had golden stubble on his face and a fierce look on his face. At first glance, he was not. The thirty-four-year-old monk who is so easy to mess with has arrived.
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