"Brother, seeing that guy didn't, judging from the pace of his walking, it shouldn't be the master of the Black Plains who has been mixed with the blood prison all year round, it is very likely that he is here for the first time, how about it, are you interested in doing a vote."

"The people who dare to come to the Black Plains of Blood Hell are not good people, so forget it, that guy is wearing a mask, don't be some kind of old monster with a perverse temperament."

"I'm betting on a ground-level magic weapon, and I'm betting that that guy's cultivation is not as high as ours, and I can take a lot of advantage on him today, is there anyone who bets."

The entrance to the city walls.

There were many monks who watched Su Gan's footsteps and walked over slowly, it was like a group of vicious wolves seeing a sheep, and some even made a bet.

The city gate is one of the ways to enter the Black Plains of the Blood Prison, they have been wandering at the gate of the city all the year round, a pair of eyes, have long been refined into fiery eyes, from the steps of some monks walking, you can roughly judge whether a monk is the master of the Black Plains of the Blood Prison all the year round.

Blood Hell Black Plains, there are no rules at all, look at you unpleasantly, draw swords against each other, commonplace, most of the monks who have been mixed in the Blood Hell Black Plains all year round are highly concentrated, just afraid that a person who accidentally suffers an unjustified disaster, or offends some people who should not be offended, that walking posture is absolutely completely different from the monk who came to the Blood Hell Black Plains 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 bad intentions towards him and had nothing to do, and looked thin, under the pretext that he was a broker from the Black Plains of the Blood Prison, and asked Su Gan if he wanted to lead the way and serve something.

"No, you don't."

Su Gan didn't even stop his footsteps.

If it was in some other more formal cities, Su Gan had just arrived and there were brokers to take over the work, and he would still be willing to spend a little money to let him lead the way and introduce local specialties or something.

However, the Black Plains of Blood Prison, a place where people eat people and don't spit out bones, no one can believe it except for themselves, otherwise they don't even know how to die.

"Fellow Daoist, it's not me who blows jute, if you want to say that you understand the Black Plains of the Blood Prison, I dare to say the second, I don't dare to say the first, as long as three hundred silver coins, I will take you all over the Black Plains of the Blood Prison, brother, it's not easy for me to make some hard-earned money, you can pity me."

The thin monk reluctantly followed, and raised a finger at the people who had made a bet with him just now, which meant that he had won a ground level magic weapon for the bet just now, and understood that the communication between people was so ordinary and unpretentious.

Although he couldn't see Su Gan's appearance clearly, listening to the voice, Su Gan's youth was definitely not big, he was not very old, and the aura that faintly emanated from Su Gan's body did not give them any sense of oppression, and it was estimated that his cultivation would not be high.

If you are not old and your cultivation is not high, then you are not an old monster. He won the bet he made.

The other monks ignored the thin monk's jute fingers, glanced at each other, and followed, either the old monster was good, but their chance to make a fortune had come.

If Su Qian knows each other a little, he can still leave a pair of pants, if he doesn't know each other, then I'm sorry, I can't even leave the bones and slag.

They have done this kind of thing many times, and they are very familiar with the relevant processes.

In this regard, Su Gan did not look back, and walked through the city gate and came to the city.

"Brother, I can't even give up a mere three hundred silver coins, you don't want to give my brother face."

"If you don't give face to my brother, that is not to give us face, it is to slap our brothers in the face, you do this, it makes us very embarrassed."

"Make it difficult for us, the consequences are a bit serious."

A dozen monks gathered around me with bad intentions, and they almost wrote on their faces that I was looking for something.

"Blood Lion Hall, Black Blood Gate, Killing Wolf Mouth, these people are getting more and more ugly."

"There's no way, who will let the Blood Lion Hall, the Black Blood Gate, and the strongest strength in killing the wolf's mouth within a radius of a hundred miles, in the Black Plains of Blood Prison, if you have strength, you can be arrogant."

"Bloody Hell Black Plains, that's it."

There is a restaurant, and there are many monks, who are watching this scene with relish.

Even a clear-eyed person can seem to see that those people in Jute are looking for trouble, but so what, in the Black Plains of Blood Prison, if you have strength, you can do whatever you want.

This is already commonplace for the monks who have mixed up in the Black Plains of the Blood Prison, it is none of their business, they just treat it as a play, as for the righteous shot, it is because they don't die fast enough, and the Black Plains of the Blood Prison have many dry bones, half of them are people who dare to come to the Black Plains of the Blood Prison without strength, and the other half are nosy people.

"I don't want to do much, I don't want to do it."

Su Gan's words were calm.

He knew that the Black Plains of Blood Hell was a paradise of sin, all kinds of characters, mixed with fish and dragons, good and evil, not a place to talk about rules, but such a lack of rules is also a long insight. When you enter the door, you don't do anything, you don't say anything, and someone comes up to find trouble for no reason.

However, since he came, he was already prepared in his heart, and he would not be afraid.

"Young, I'm so scared."

There was a monk who laughed strangely.

"Come on, hit me, hit me, come and hit me."

"Brothers, did you hear me, he wants to do it, he wants to do it, hahaha."

"Hands-on, I like hands-on the most."

The other monks laughed, as if they had heard some nice joke, and directly surrounded Su Gan, and some even began to push and shove.

"Get out of the way."

Su Qian said coldly.

"What if I don't let it?"

There was a monk in front of Su Gan with his hands around him, grinning, and the look on his face was called a beating.

"There is nothing to do, there are eyes without beads, there is your name in reincarnation, you can meet again in reincarnation."

Su Gan had the Ancestral Dragon Heaven-Shaking Heavy Halberd in his hand, and smashed it out categorically, letting it turn into a pile of meat before the monk could react.

This group of people, the most terrifying aura on their bodies is just comparable to the pattern black-clothed monk who died in his hands before, the highest cultivation is only the Divine Power Realm, and the lowest is even just a breakthrough to the Golden Bone Realm, dare to come to him for trouble without opening his eyes, I really don't know what to do.

"How daring."

"Let's go up together and kill him."

"Yes, brothers."

Jute and the others were angry, and there were magic weapons in their hands that manifested out of thin air, and they smashed at Su Gan one after another, daring to kill them in person, that was a naked slap in the face.

"Hmph."

Su Qian smiled coldly, the ancestral dragon in his hand shook the sky and danced, and his breath was terrifying.

Meanwhile.

Endless black qi erupted from the body, instantly turning a radius into a ghostly black mist domain, which was due to the ghost qi that erupted from the hundred ghost flags.

"Deceived Kangxi"

"Ah......h

"Help me."

"Run."

I only heard the miserable howls of crying father and mother, and there were bursts of blood splashed.

When the black fog dissipated, Su Gan walked out of it, except for some bloody flesh foam, where was the shadow of those monks who had just troubled Su Gan.

"It's kind of brutal."

"Jute they don't have long eyes, they encounter ruthless stubble, and they deserve to die."

"It depends on the Blood Lion Hall, the Black Blood Gate, and the reaction of the wolf killer mouth."

Not far away, many people saw this scene in their eyes, their faces were smack, and their faces did not show any different colors, seeing the jute and them dying in the hands of Su Gan, it was like seeing Su Gan kill some chickens, and there was not even a trace of surprise on his face.

The Black Plains of Blood Prison, the heaven of sin in the East Trunk Dao Domain, dead people are commonplace, you can see them anytime and anywhere, and you don't die, that's what is rare.

Su Gan killed the jute, raised his feet and continued to walk inside, as if he had trampled on some inconsequential ants.

Walking through the broken city gate, even if you really enter the Blood Hell Black Plains, the current place is only the periphery of the Blood Hell Black Plains, and the most prosperous place is the center of the Blood Hell Black Plains, where all kinds of magic weapons emerge one after another.

"You're the one who killed me and killed the wolf?"

Su Gan's footsteps had just continued to walk inside, and before he had walked a mile, there was a thirty-four-year-old monk with bare arms, some dark skin, looking very burly, with golden stubble on his face, and a fierce face, which was not easy to provoke at first glance.

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