After arranging his expression, Ke Xiaoliang said enigmatically: "Maybe! Some things have their own destiny. I came to Belvedere and met Zhenzhen. This is my destiny and my luck. And you... ··You also need to find your own destiny. Cultivation itself is a process of constantly strengthening yourself and finding yourself."
Master Bihan nodded hesitantly.
Although Ke Xiaoliang said this, he didn't say it, but...it makes sense.
Having made great progress in strength, Master Bihan did not rush to seek revenge.
She has survived a hundred years, not less than a few days.
She wanted to digest all the gains of the past hundred years before talking about it.
As for how to train (tiaojiao) Yang Zhenzhen, Bihan seems to have a complete set of plans.
This was the policy she had formulated long ago during those hundred years.
Although Yang Zhenzhen often looked over with bitter eyes, Ke Xiaoliang always happened to look away.
Although it is very happy to be a salted fish.
But being a salted fish can also be dangerous.
Especially since Yang Zhenzhen has his number one lover and Bihan, his number one mistress, in the days to come, I'm afraid there will be many people who plan to start with her as a breakthrough point. Among them, the most noteworthy and vigilant ones are those from the Ten Demon Sect.
Ke Xiaoliang can indeed prepare trump cards for Yang Zhenzhen and provide protection.
But it can never be achieved 100%.
The only thing that can be 100% is one's own hard power.
On the twelfth day after Ke Xiaoliang absorbed spiritual energy and shocked everyone with his martial arts skills, the monks from the Blood Demon Palace gathered around him in large numbers.
They didn't declare war, didn't call the door, didn't call for formation... they just drove a blood cloud, with a large number of offensive formations entrenched in the blood cloud, and crashed directly into the mountains.
Boom!
The five peaks around Xingluo Lake began to collapse.
Li Xingzhou sat in the formation with cold eyes and a serious expression.
Without the blood of the ancient gods, the monks of the Blood Demon Palace are all in a state of semi-madness.
At this time, they no longer care whether they will make enemies for no reason or make enemies.
As long as you can find the blood of the ancient gods...it doesn't matter how painful the price is.
What's more, they weren't looking in the wrong place.
This is indeed Ke Xiaoliang's hiding place, and Ke Xiaoliang is indeed the culprit who stole the blood of the ancient gods.
The formations that Ke Xiaoliang spent a lot of money to build are crumbling one by one.
Ke Xiaoliang is rich, and so is the Blood Demon Palace.
When no one cares about money, the only thing they compete with is who is more vicious and ruthless.
There is no doubt that the half-mad Blood Demon Palace is even more ruthless at this time.
They detonated the formations that were enough to serve as a thousand-year mountain-protecting formation for a second-rate sect without hesitation.
The huge twisting force formed by the reverse rotation of the formation also destroyed Ke Xiaoliang's formation.
On the shore of Xingluo Lake, Bihan, who was watching the beautiful Xingluo Lake being destroyed, had flying white hair and fierce eyes. She still had no trace of the former righteous female cultivator. She was basically a white-haired female devil.
Flying out of the shattered formation, Master Bihan looked at the entrenched blood cloud and made a move.
Darkness fell, and in the dark night, the infinite sword light shot through the blood cloud, killing the monks of the Blood Cloud Palace in the blood cloud.
"What a fierce woman!"
"But I like it. Remember not to scratch your face or damage your body. Tie her back for me... I will use it tonight." An elder from the Blood Demon Palace looked at the real person Bihan and let out a wanton shout. Laugh wildly.
He did not realize the seriousness of the matter at this time.
As for the death of those disciples...it doesn't matter, as long as the bodies are taken back and soaked in a pool of blood, they will be a good man again in a few months.
Bihan's eyes were cold and he was not angered by these words.
But she was already serious about it.
The imaginary energy cycle behind you quickly formed.
Grandmaster, Grandmaster... The aura of the supreme Grandmaster's realm is superimposed layer by layer.
In the darkness, a female figure with white hair and black clothes, covered with broken light, silver eyes, and a vertical eye between her eyebrows, enveloped the real person Bihan.
Dharma Xiang's earrings, necklaces, various jewelry, and even the patterns on his clothes are all a kind of extreme martial arts, and they are all powerful martial arts that are like supernatural powers.
"Oh... can you still transform?"
"You will change...and I will change too. Later in the evening, we will transform and communicate together. I will carry your legs and crush ten mountains." The elder of the Blood Demon Palace continued to provoke him regardless of life or death.
As he spoke, blood clouds swirled and were also absorbed into the body of the elder of the Blood Demon Palace.
A bloody giant wearing a bloody armor and a horn helmet faced each other with the martial arts body of Bihan.
From a physical point of view, there seems to be little difference between the two.
However, in fact, there is a huge difference.
The blood shadow incarnation of the elder of the Blood Demon Palace is just a special spell. In essence, the increase in power is not large, but more of a difference in deterrence and group aggressiveness.
And Bihan's martial arts appearance... is a real realm and real strength.
It is a more advanced application of the energy of heaven and earth, and it is also an absolute control of one's own strength.
Although his body is huge, he is still dexterous and fast, and can even pierce a needle through flowers effortlessly.
Bihan's Dharma appearance is unchanging, dark and quiet.
Two claws.
Wow!
The void seemed to be torn apart.
The huge figure transformed by the blood demon palace elder using the secret method of the blood demon palace was torn into several pieces.
At this time, the flying head still had a wanton smile on it, and it still had not recovered from the smugness of the previous second.
The earrings of the Dark Dharma shook slightly.
The huge sharp edge in the darkness tore through the sky and hit the blood cloud.
Li Xingzhou snorted coldly and flew out, using various secret spells and spells in just an instant. He stretched out a finger and touched the huge edge.
Layers of spells were released, eroding the huge edge.
"What a powerful dharma body. I have never heard of such a method among the good and the evil... Who are you?" Li Xingzhou sat in the center of the blood cloud and asked.
Ke Xiaoliang, who was standing by the Xingluo Lake, looked up.
"Master Bihan is still not good! Although he has the martial arts body, it is enough to defeat a dozen of those idiots in Cuiyun Mountain. But against monks of the level of Li Xingzhou and Yin Feiyang, it is not enough... or I have to take action."
There was no waiting, no deliberate delay, the hero had to come to save the beauty at the critical moment.
Ke Xiaoliang directly transformed himself into a matryoshka doll that transformed into a giant and a martial arts body.
Then he punched Xueyun without any sense of martial ethics.
Hit Li Xingzhou directly!
boom!
The entire huge blood cloud that almost covered the sky exploded.
Countless blood mist turned into blood rain and fell.
How many body parts of the monks from the Blood Demon Palace are mixed in this?
Li Xingzhou, who had multiple fractures all over his body, the spiritual platform collapsed, the sea of qi was depressed, and all the defensive magic weapons in his body exploded, was hit by this punch and flew hundreds of miles away, and his mind was dizzy.
One moment, he was sure of victory, organizing his army to surround and suppress the thieves who had stolen the blood of the ancient gods.
The next moment, he was in a panic, his army was wiped out, and he was punched by the robber who stole the blood of the ancient gods until he doubted his life.
