727: C727 For Me

C727 For Me

When Chen Chang Ku entered the Seven Prison Demon Pagoda, the cultivators on the first floor and second floor were having fun.

In order to get the favor of these cultivators, Chen Chang You, the owner of the Seven Prison Demon Pagoda, did not hesitate to lower himself to please them, and even sent them many good wine from the outside.

Although all the cultivators in the Seven Prison Demon Pagoda had lost their souls and were all living off the Seven Prison Demon Pagoda, those that remained in the Seven Prison Demon Pagoda were all mortal corpses. Even if their heads were chopped off, they would still die, and even if they drank too much, they would still get drunk.

For these cultivators who had been lonely for hundreds of years, there was nothing better than liveliness and alcohol.

Seeing Chen Chang He come in, the few captains on the first and second floor, Ye Hao, Mao Yuan Jun, Gong Sheng Nan, the withered old man, Bai Yu Qiong and the others all invited Chen Chang He to come in and issue orders, while also imparting to them some of the new liquor punishment techniques that had been in use recently.

Chen Chang He did not have much time, so he did not linger on the first and second floor. He raised a jar of wine and downed it in one gulp, treating it as a toast to everyone, and then walked up the stairs to the fourth floor.

Initially, only the owner of the Seven Prison Demon Pagoda was able to walk up the stairs, but now that the shackles on the first and second floors had been opened by Chen Chang He, the cultivators on the first floor could go through the stairs to the second floor and the cultivators on the second floor could also go down to the first floor.

These benefits were enough to make cultivators forget their deaths when they were drunk. They did not mind working their lives out for this new master.

If they treat me well, I will return them back ten feet.

After entering the third floor, the noise from the first floor and second floor was blocked by the shackles of the formation, making it much quieter in Chen Chang He's ears.

After reaching the fourth layer, Chen Chang He could not help but raise his eyebrows.

Before, when he subdued the first layer and second layer cultivators, and even when he made a deal with the messy haired old man, he had an artifact spirit who was extremely knowledgeable about the Seven Prison Demon Pagoda explain things in detail by his side. Now, he was standing alone on the pitch black fourth layer of the passage, Chen Fan suddenly felt uncomfortable, and did not know where to start.

"Rise."

After pausing for a moment, Chen Chang Ku thought to himself, and the lights on the fourth floor immediately lit up.

As the spirit of the Seven Prison Demon Pagoda, the artifact spirit could control every single place in the Seven Prison Demon Pagoda. As the owner of the Seven Prison Demon Pagoda, naturally, Chen Chang Ku could control it as well.

As the lights on the fourth floor lit up, Chen Changyu was also gradually able to clearly see the scene on the fourth floor.

The fourth floor was much smaller and simpler than the first floor, which held tens of thousands of people, and the second floor, which held thousands of people. The fourth floor, which held tens of thousands of people, was much simpler and was much simpler than the first floor, which held tens of thousands of people.

Compared to the cultivators of the first and second floors, the cultivators of the fourth floor were much more tenacious.

At least the fourth floor didn't have any lunatics.

When the fourth floor was brightly lit, all of the cultivators except for the cultivators who fiercely jumped up from the ground and used their arms to block the blinding light, no one crazily pounded their chests or did even more exaggerated and crazy actions.

Hundreds of people had lived together for hundreds of years. Compared to the unruly old man on the seventh floor, who was alone, it was far from being lonely.

Chen Chang Ku cleared his throat, took a step forward, and said indifferently: "I am the new owner of the Seven Prison Demon Pagoda, my name is Chen Chang He. That is, I hope that everyone can be of use to me. Of course, if one family can't make two family businesses, then you can all be of use to me, I will also promise you some of the things that you need. "

An old man as thin as a bag of bones was curled up in the corner. His eyes were high and sunken, and the depths of his eyes seemed to be burning with a ghostly flame.

He said in an exceptionally harsh voice, "What can you give us? Freedom? "

The cultivation world knew that those who entered the Seven Prison Demon Pagoda would not be able to regain their freedom. Although the Demon Lord initially wanted to find another way, no matter what his intentions were, he still did not succeed.

"Of course I can't give you all your freedom, but …"

Chen Chang He raised his eyebrows, and with a wave of his hand, the stairs rumbled, and the formation shackles began to dissipate.

Everyone in the formation instantly widened their eyes, their eyes filled with madness.

"As long as everyone is of use to me, I can let the fourth level communicate with the third level. Whether you all indulge in wild songs and drink alcohol everyday or find someone to listen to a story to resolve your loneliness, as long as it does not cause too much trouble, I will not ask. In addition, every time I use you, won't you be able to leave the Seven Prison Demon Pagoda and see the outside world? Don't you want to see how the outside world turns out in a few hundred years? "

When Chen Chang Mo had just entered the first level of the Seven Prison Demon Pagoda, he could only use his power to subdue them. By the time he entered the second level, he had already vaguely understood what was what they needed the most.

When Chen Chang Ku finished his deal with the messy haired old man on the seventh floor, Chen Chang Ku began to understand that to tame these fellows, temptation was the easiest thing to do.2

One had to know that attacking the heart was the most important thing.

At this moment, Chen Chang Chen stood in front of the cultivators on the fourth floor, using such simple and effective methods to subdue their hearts, he was getting more and more familiar with them.

Sure enough, with Chen Chang Ku's words, the eyes of the group of cultivators were shockingly bright.

At this time, the skinny old man in the corner spoke again.

When he spoke, everyone quieted down. It was obvious that they respected him.

Seeing this situation, Chen Chang Ku also started to value this old man who looked as if he did not even have two or three bones left.

"We can no longer obtain freedom in our lifetime, and because of the restrictions imposed by the Seven Prison Demon Pagoda, we are unable to commit suicide … So your offer is really tempting and tempting. Instead of living so lonely, why not spend a few hundred years with the tens of thousands of strangers downstairs? "But …"

Chen Chang Ku smiled and listened quietly.

He could guess that since this old man with a lot of prestige on the fourth floor wanted to say these words, there had to be a 'but'.

He stared at the old man, and the old man stared back.

"Hu!"

Suddenly, the old man who looked like a bag of bones stood up, with a flash, he rushed to the front of the array, and fiercely rushed to the front of Chen Chang Ku. His pair of eyes that flickered with ghostfire stared straight at Chen Chang'e, causing him, the previous Master of the Northern Heaven Realm, to feel a chill down his spine.

"But... For us old fellows who have lived for hundreds of years, why should we let go of that last bit of spirit and submit ourselves to a brat like you, who hasn't even grown all of our hair? "

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