What Li Xingzhou said was extremely arrogant.
Among the five ancestral palaces of the Demon Sect, the Blood Demon Palace has always been ranked at the bottom.
Now as the Palace Master of the Blood Demon Palace? ’, Li Xingzhou actually said the words to cut off the inheritance of the Ten Demon Sect.
Of course, if you just want to be ruthless... that's fine.
Although Li Xingzhou is hundreds of years old, who hasn't been young and frivolous?
"Okay! If the palace master has this ambition, I, Ma Hengshan, will be the vanguard, and we will level the mountain of corpses together with the palace master!" An elder from the Blood Demon Palace... surrounded by Li Xingzhou's die-hards, immediately shouted.
This is the Blood Demon Palace, not the Ten Demon Sect.
So even elders are not necessarily full of tricks.
There are still a few honest and reckless people.
Especially... the characteristics of the Blood Demon Palace amplify some simple characters.
Someone responded, and others immediately followed.
There was an uproar in the Blood Demon Hall in an instant.
Whether it was true or false, at least the slogans were shouted loudly.
When Li Xingzhou came back from his "experience" and looked at the "funny" performances of these elders, he felt that it was full of irony.
"Why did I think they were reliable before, and that by leading such a group of people, I could accomplish great things in the devil's way?" Li Xingzhou thought to himself, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Perhaps it was martial arts that channeled the spirit, and after refining the fist intention into every drop of blood, he successfully released his suppressed wisdom.
Li Xingzhou began to think about many issues that he had never thought about before.
"Okay! Shut up!"
"The Ten Demon Sect has been prepared for a long time. If we rush into it so rashly, we won't get any advantage."
"If we want to attack the Ten Demon Sects to avenge our hatred, put an end to our shame in one battle, and make everyone in the world dare not look down on my Blood Demon Palace, then we have to show some prestige and style."
At this point, Li Xingzhou paused.
Then he said to the empty space in the hall: "Master Xuemeng! Please show up for a while. I have important matters to discuss with you during the boat trip."
A bloody figure suddenly appeared on one side of the long table, and then looked at Li Xingzhou with cold eyes. There was no kindness in his expression... only clear fear.
He did not take the initiative to report it.
How did Li Xingzhou know it was him?
Li Xingzhou said: "Decades ago, I was lucky enough to meet the ancestor and remember the taste of the ancestor's blood. Now, after many years, I have not forgotten it."
When Xue Meng heard this, not only did he not show any joy, but his expression became even more gloomy.
Li Xingzhou no longer cared, but sat on the main seat and said to the elders present: "In half an hour, I will beat the blood drum and summon all the disciples to the Blood Demon Square to announce something."
"Elders, before doing this, you can consider your respective positions carefully, and then show me your sincerity."
The point has been made, but it has not been fully explained.
So much so that the elders suspected that Li Xingzhou was playing tricks.
It's just that... Li Xingzhou's punch to He Yunxiang just now was indeed a bit strange.
Although He Yunxiang's performance has always been inferior to Li Xingzhou's, he is not far behind.
Li Xingzhou was able to blow up He Yunxiang with one punch, which showed that his strength was at least as powerful as that of He Yunxiang.
Within half an hour, many elders began to lick their faces and talk to Li Xingzhou. The beautiful words they said were very exciting, but there was not much actual surrender.
It was his old team members who finally took refuge with Li Xingzhou.
When the time came, Li Xingzhou beat the blood drum.
There were twenty-eight blows in total.
This is second only to the sound transmission of the blood drum, which has a maximum of thirty-six rings.
Once the thirty-six bells are fired, it will definitely be a matter of life and death for the entire Taoist tradition.
Often even the elders who hear the sound of the drum cannot ignore it and must arrive in time.
The drum beat three times, and twenty-eight times later, the entire Blood Demon Square was filled with moving heads.
Li Xingzhou stood on the Blood Cloud Pillar, looking down at the disciples of the Blood Demon Palace.
The disciples also saw Li Xingzhou, and they all began to discuss buzzingly below.
Li Xingzhou did not speak in a hurry, but looked across the entire Blood Demon Palace with dissatisfaction on his expression.
Although the current monks of the Blood Demon Palace seem to be no different from the past, they have an aura of laziness, laxity and lack of confidence.
This was completely impossible to hide in front of Li Xingzhou, who had already mastered the spirit with his fist and mind.
With a cold face, he punched the air hard.
Without spending any energy or mana, the punch was purely made with fist intention and strength, but it created a huge wind pressure and swept across the entire square.
A large number of monks who were unprepared and unable to stand firm were swept to the ground.
"All the disciples who fell to the ground and were pushing and shoving, get out of the square immediately! This opportunity has nothing to do with you!" Li Xingzhou said coldly.
A large number of disciples began to leave the scene unwillingly.
Although I don't know what the 'opportunity' Li Xingzhou meant.
But when others stay, they are kicked out... This is a kind of self-esteem bruise.
The number of people in the square instantly decreased by half.
Many of the elders following Li Xingzhou looked ugly.
Because most of the disciples who left the scene were from their disciples.
And what's even more coincidental is... those elders who had taken refuge with Li Xingzhou before, most of their disciples were retained.
To say this is a coincidence would be too much of a coincidence.
Li Xingzhou looked at the remaining disciples. Although he was still a little dissatisfied, he was no longer picky.
Instead, he said: "My Blood Demon Palace has been established for ten thousand years and is a rare large sect in the world. However, ever since the blood of the ancient gods was stolen, our momentum has been sluggish."
"This is the fault of me, the Palace Master, but it is also the fault of all of you!"
"The Blood Demon Palace is everyone's Blood Demon Palace, not my Li Xingzhou's. The face and interests of protecting it are closely related to everyone, not just to me, Li Xingzhou."
At this point, Li Xingzhou's tone turned low: "How long has it been since you guys drank blood?"
"How long has it been since I tasted the fragrant young girl's blood and practiced martial arts with the blood of a boy?"
These words really hurt my skin.
The remaining monks from the Blood Demon Palace showed resentment and unwillingness.
What was once 'extravagant' is no longer available.
The blood used for daily practice is only the turbid blood of some rough old men, and even the blood of old people who are over seventy or eighty years old and have already become extremely turbid.
This is unbearable for the monks of the Blood Demon Palace.
"Now that I'm back, everything will change. I promise you, the Lord of the Palace, to sweep away the wind of exhaustion and bring the Blood Demon Palace back to its peak."
Having said this, Li Xingzhou's anger sank into his dantian, and he shouted: "Everyone! Today, I, Li Xingzhou, will change the ten thousand-year-old method of my Blood Demon Palace and make up for the last shortcoming that the monks of my Blood Demon Palace lack."
"Today, let everyone see what it is... qi and blood martial arts, martial arts and spiritual communication!"
After finishing his words, Li Xingzhou opened his fist and let the blood flow out, but his blood looked like crystal gems or flowing grease, with a strong cohesion and alluring magic power.
The elders following him all swallowed their saliva subconsciously, suddenly having a strong appetite for their palace master.
Li Xingzhou looked calm and then punched the square for the second time.
This time the fist wind passed by, and a bloody fog swept across the square.
Wisps of blood split out and poured into the foreheads of the disciples.
Integrate into their blood.
Sow the seeds of qi and blood martial arts for them.
Li Xingzhou obviously didn't have such good intentions and directly taught him how to practice.
Instead, he used his own Qi and blood martial arts to forcibly open the door for these Blood Demon Palace monks to practice martial arts with blood and give birth to the true meaning of martial arts.
Although this was a shortcut, the success or failure of these disciples depended on Li Xingzhou alone.
If the boat succeeds with strict practice, then everyone will succeed.
If Li Xingzhou is defeated, everyone will be defeated.
