Ke Xiaoliang escaped perfectly.
But in the ruins of the Blood Demon Palace, the roar never stopped.
The blood of the ancient god was drained away, and the blood cloud collapsed. Most of the main buildings of the Blood Demon Palace, all relying on the blood cloud, naturally collapsed together.
Now in the ruins of Mount Tribulation, among the ruins and broken walls, a large number of corpses of low-level monks from the Blood Demon Palace are scattered all over the ground and have not been cleaned up yet.
The collapse of the blood nest, the emptying of the blood pool, and the collapse and depression of various secret realms.
Tangible, intangible, estimable, and inestimable losses, when added together, are a blazing rage that keeps burning and swinging in the hearts of the monks from the Blood Demon Palace, as if it will never go out.
Stir up their anger and make them mad with hatred.
"Report to the Palace Master that some of the righteous monks who took the opportunity to cause trouble have been captured. From their mouths, the truth of the matter has been roughly restored." Elder Ding Chen led several disciples from the Blood Demon Palace and quickly shuttled through the ruins. , walked around a broken railing, and then reported to the palace owner Li Xingzhou who was sitting in the ruins at the entrance of the dilapidated Blood Demon Hall.
"Say!" Li Xingzhou covered his forehead with his hands. Bloody lines spread between his eyebrows, twisting into complex symbols.
This symbol is not flashing, but seems to be sending out some kind of special message.
"The person responsible for letting them out and causing chaos is Ke Xiaoliang, a disciple of the Ten Demon Sect." Ding Chenyin said first.
Li Xingzhou snorted coldly and said angrily: "It is indeed those dirty and despicable guys from the Ten Demon Sect."
Ding Chenyin did not refute his palace master's words, waiting for Li Xingzhou's anger to suppress itself.
"Go on," Li Xingzhou said.
Ding Chen said: "Palace Master...it is indeed the Ten Demon Sect who caused the rebellion. But this time...they may have made wedding clothes for others."
"Palace Master, does he still remember Gu Tailang?"
Li Xingzhou said: "That Gu Tailang who was deeply interested in refining swords? I remember... he was imprisoned on the tenth floor of the Blood Hell Valley..."
"Wait...you mean, he stole the blood of the ancient gods?"
Ding Chen nodded and said: "There is a great possibility. Because from the oral accounts of those righteous monks, it is not difficult to draw the conclusion... This Gu Tailang has a problem, and he has already made a plan. It is not just one moment or one day. Start making up your mind today."
"The only question now is...why does Gu Tailang know that the blood of the ancient gods is under the Blood Hell Valley? And he also knows how to pass our teleportation array, and can very clearly...delete some of the arrays Dharma runes. This is a secret that only the Palace Master can fully know."
When Li Xingzhou heard this, his expression changed several times.
Regarding Gu Tailang, there were some old things from the Blood Demon Palace entangled in it, which he did not want to say clearly.
"Then the one who took the blood of the ancient god must be Gu Tailang! Have you considered finding a blood machine?" Li Xingzhou changed the topic and directly skipped the question of Gu Tailang's identity.
Ding Chenyin wanted to say more, but thought for a moment and was silent for a moment, and then said following the words: "Xuejizi only calculated that Gu Tailang is still alive. But for nine days and ten places... there is no trace of him, it seems that he has already Not in this world."
"The talisman that deceives the world and escapes the world is the Thieving Heaven Sect." Li Xingzhou said inexplicably but firmly.
"Send all the people to hunt down the monks of the Thieving Heaven Sect. I want to find their mountain gate, and then... take back the blood of the ancient gods and let them pay with their blood!" Li Xingzhou roared violently.
Throughout the ruins of the Blood Demon Palace, a large number of blood shadows were flying, and countless Blood Demon Sect monks were busy.
I'm afraid they will all be busy for quite some time to come.
The gate of the Blood Demon Palace was broken open and the station was destroyed.
At the same time, the news that the ancient god's blood was stolen began to spread quickly throughout the entire cultivation world.
Blood Demon Palace... The super sect, one of the five major ancestral houses of the demonic path, unexpectedly encountered such humiliation that it had never seen in a thousand years.
To others, it's just a big joke.
Especially the righteous monks love to hear such jokes.
Ordinary low-level monks even made up jokes about this incident after dinner, making them laugh in various ways.
Similar trends are even spreading rapidly towards the Huzhong Realm.
The wasteland world now accommodates more monks.
The number of permanent monks has exceeded one million.
The major sects that originally obtained blood talismans have already begun selling blood talismans.
They all want to seize the opportunity and compete with other opponents.
Before the blood talismans hit the streets, capture the market first and get more benefits.
Various rumors and news about the wasteland world, the divine world, and the high martial arts world have also become popular through the propaganda of these sects.
Even monks who have never entered the Gourd Realm can casually tell some wonderful things about the wasteland world and the divine world.
In the monk market that Ke Xiaoliang passed by, there were also some real or fake blood charms for sale.
"Did you hear that?"
"The Blood Demon Palace has been captured! The one who took action was our righteous senior hero Gu Tailang. With one sword and one blow, he killed from the Blood Hell Valley to the Blood Temple, and then from the Blood Temple to the Calamity Mountain. He acted sternly in front of the Lord of the Blood Demon Palace. In front of Zhou, he took away the blood of the ancient god, then laughed three times and walked away!" In the wasteland world, in a bar with a strong doomsday punk style, two righteous monks were sitting in front of the bar. Each person held a glass of expired rum in their hands and chatted about the hottest topics in recent days.
"No! How did I hear that there are shadows of the Ten Demon Sects among them?" Another monk said.
"The Ten Demon Sects are just rats in the ditch. What kind of climate can they become? At best, they play some disgraceful and despicable role in it. The most powerful one is Gu Tailang... You said that Gu Tailang got the blood of the ancient gods? How powerful will it be in the future? Will it break the destiny and ascend to immortality?" The monk who spoke before was stubborn.
It's just that he really didn't pay attention to the occasion when he spoke.
So a monk from the Ten Demons Sect passing by behind him picked up the wine bottle and shot him in the head.
The bar quickly became lively.
Those aboriginal girls who were posing on the stage, taking off their few equipment, and swaying their charming bodies, could no longer attract much attention.
The manic atmosphere exaggerated the hustle and bustle in the bar.
The righteous path, the demonic path, and the casual cultivators... are all in this whirlpool, fighting together.
On the stage, several aboriginal band singers sang "Immortals" enthusiastically to cheer up those who were struggling and tearing apart.
“Our existence is defined by others.”
"Yet that definition falsely constrains itself."
"Although my behavior is often bad."
"But every action is never in vain."
At this time, only a few, a few, a few people noticed the changes in the sky, the changes in the world, and the smell in the air.
That smell is nostalgic, but has long been gone.
Song Qingwen pushed open the window of the study room on the top floor of the castle and stood at the window.
Next to a large astronomical telescope, he put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, and then spit out a mouthful of white mist.
"coming soon!"
The singing in the bar continued, penetrating through the door and glass windows, spreading its wings outside the window and in the sky, under the haze.
"I'll be that."
"The Watcher of the Eternal Flame."
