These people are all practitioners above the illusion level.
Seeing them kneeling on the ground and kowtowing, Su Luo had a feeling as if from another world.
Thinking that when she and Nangong Liuyun first arrived in the spiritual world not long ago, they were only at the Xuanhua level.
But now, all the practitioners of the Transfiguration rank are kneeling down and kowtow to them, their gratitude is beyond words.
It's unbelievable!
"Originally it was just to save my own life, but I didn't expect this benefit." Nangong Liuyun smiled.
Su Luo said: "They are forced to be imprisoned here. They are all poor people, and they are not bad people. The real bad people will not be grateful."
Nangong Liuyun looked at Su Luo with a smile: "They are happy, but our troubles also follow."
"Yeah, these monsters should be related to the prison boss!" Su Luo's heart flashed a sneer.
There was so much movement here that the battle was almost shattered, but the prison boss never appeared.
Doesn't he maintain the balance of power here? Isn't he in charge of this group of cultivators? Why doesn't it show up
The spearhead of the matter suddenly pointed to the prison head.
At this moment, a burly figure appeared coldly in front of everyone.
He held a whip in his left hand, his eyes were fierce and violent, and he stared at Nangong Liuyun with hatred.
There was a bloodthirsty light in his eyes.
"You, damn it!" The prison head threw the giant whip in his hand heavily, his eyes ferocious.
Nangong Liuyun frowned slightly.
He felt a magical power from the prisoner, which made his heart palpitate and clenched his fists unconsciously.
But Nangong Liuyun's face was still unhappy. He raised his handsome eyebrows with a half-smile, and folded his arms leisurely with both hands: "Damn? Why?"
The prisoner's expression paused: "Do you know the origin of these four feather-level monsters?"
"Isn't it that the head of the prison keeps the fittest for the survival of the fittest?" Nangong Liuyun's mouth contained a hint of sarcasm.
The head of the prison did not expect Nangong Liuyun to speak so sharply, pointing directly to the core of the problem.
He laughed in anger: "Hahahaha, you are right, the five feather-level monsters are indeed for the survival of the fittest!"
Everyone was angry when they heard it!
Lao Tzu worked hard to help you dig the green crystal rough stone, but in the end, you still think that Lao Tzu is too weak, and you have to use feather-level monsters to devour weak cultivators, which is unbearable or unbearable!
So all the cultivators glared at the prison boss, with angry fire in their eyes!
Su Luo looked at the prison head sternly: "They work hard for you, but you treat them like this, don't you feel any guilt in your heart?"
The head of the cell swept the eyes of this group of people, and a sneer flashed in his eyes: "This group of garbage! I don't even bother to care about them!"
The onlookers were furious! I can't wait to rush up and tear the prisoner to pieces.
"It's better not to provoke them, the prison boss. Even if they fight together, it won't be good for you, eh?" Su Luo smiled casually.
The prison head snorted coldly, but had to admit that Su Luo was right.
If this group of people rebels, and the first one falls on the charge of ineffectiveness, he will not be able to eat and walk away.
"Since you said that for them, then you will bear all the guilt!" The prison chief stared at Nangong Liuyun and Su Luo coldly, "Do you want to do it yourself, or let me do it?"