The news of Li Xingzhou's return to the Blood Demon Palace spread throughout the cultivation world in a short time.
Not only this news, Li Xingzhou's use of Qi and blood martial arts to make up for the lack of inspiration and weak killing skills of the Blood Demon Palace monks has also become precious information in the hands of many people.
"The devil... is going to be in chaos! What a good thing!" The righteous monks are so happy to see dog-eat-dog among these devil monks.
It would be good if both the Blood Demon Palace and the Ten Demon Sects would suffer losses.
In order not to miss such an opportunity, some sects that have been committed to eradicating the demonic path have also begun to quietly accumulate strength and wait for the opportunity.
Within the Ten Demon Sect, after hearing the news, the elders who had originally criticized the construction of three floating islands also actively cooperated.
Although Ke Xiaoliang has disgraced the Blood Demon Palace several times, the power accumulated by a great sect that has lasted for ten thousand years cannot be completely wiped out so easily.
"The martial arts of Qi and blood have reached the point where the god of pregnancy is dripping blood, and then he stops moving forward. Is it because Li Xingzhou's potential is not enough, or does he think he is good again, so he is a little drifting?" Ke Xiaoliang had already left Gao Xingzhou. When he entered the martial arts world, he had a reaction.
"But if this person doesn't give me any sweeteners and just suppresses him forcefully, I'm afraid he will be useless!"
"That's it! Let him stretch his posture first, regain some confidence and face, and when he thinks he is only one step away from revenge, I will defeat him in one fell swoop, so that he can return to the world of martial arts with peace of mind and continue to help me. Deduction of Qi and Blood Martial Arts.”
"In this way, you can also borrow the knife from the Blood Demon Palace to test the depth of the old ghosts of the Ten Demon Sects and find out their background." Ke Xiaoliang sat cross-legged and quietly on the black jade bed, with the true energy flowing in his body. Galloping like the sea.
In the spiritual platform, the Qingyun transformed by mana also expanded to an even wider area.
At this time, Ke Xiaoliang had reached the fifty-fifth level of Qi training.
Of course, compared to the rapid progress in the past, now relying on the massive resources of the Ten Demon Sects to provide training, the progress is quite 'slow'.
Although the further the level of Qi training goes, the harder it is to improve.
But people who are used to rapid progress will inevitably find it boring if they are asked to practice step by step.
"Zhen Qi Martial Arts... It's time to take another step forward!"
"After all, the martial arts have been introduced for so long. Not to mention the strong indigenous people who have evolved in the world on their own, the monks who have tasted the sweetness, can't they move forward?"
"Still lacking motivation, do you need some help from me?" Ke Xiaoliang thought.
Then the introduction that had been prepared quietly fell into the world of Gaowu.
Everything happens naturally and everything changes naturally.
When the rivers and lakes are in turmoil again, people in the rivers and lakes can't even think of any peace.
Nie Kuang rode his Yu Lin Cong BMW with the blood of an alien beast, and had galloped for nearly two thousand miles, almost crossing half of the rivers and lakes.
At this time, the BMW he was sitting in was already foaming at the mouth and looking exhausted.
But now, the place we want to go is very close.
Less than a hundred miles further, there is Liangjie Village. In Liangjie Village, there is a newly rising righteous master, the owner of Liangjie Village, Ying Baiqiu. This man has profound skills and a righteous man. Everyone unanimously recognized him as the leader in the northern martial arts world. man of.
Of course, this Ying Baiqiu also has a real identity.
That is the master of the Sword Sect!
Only with this kind of status can he control those monks and be the leader in the martial arts world.
Otherwise, no matter how big the name is, to those monks, it is just the self-pleasure of the indigenous people in a small world.
Yu Lincong stopped at the edge of a high cliff. In the past, the distance between the two cliffs would have been easily leaped by Nie Kuang's horse.
But now, it has traveled too far and is exhausted.
"Rush over!" Nie Kuang patted the horse's neck and urged.
With the blessing of Nie Kuang's true energy, the horse leapt over the high cliff that was twenty feet wide, and then landed on the other side, but its front knees weakened. Nie Kuang flew into the air, stepped on the grass and landed on the treetops. He did not end up rolling with the big white horse and covering the ground with mud.
Suddenly, there was a sound of hunting clothes.
The sound of tapping the wooden fish seemed to come from all directions, surrounding Nie Kuang.
"The donor is willing to spoil such a good horse, but what's the important thing to do?" Among the sounds of the wooden fish, a somewhat dull voice came from all directions.
With a look of anger on his brows, Nie Kuang reached out and pulled out the sharp sword from his waist.
This sword is one of the most powerful weapons in the world. It was once even at the top of the martial arts world. However, as the people who use it no longer stand alone in the martial arts world, the majesty of this sword has been greatly reduced.
A monk wearing tattered cassocks, looking at a big ironwood fish in his hand, walked out of the smoke and grass. His head was still wrapped with some spider silk, and his eyebrows were still stained with grass clippings, but Nie Kuang was already concentrating on it. , holding a knife with both hands.
Just because the monk who came to block the road in front of me was called "Muyu".
A ruthless figure who suddenly rose up and killed seven great masters in a row, all with just one punch.
"If Master wants to compete with me, Nie will definitely accompany me. However, Nie has important matters today, so I'm afraid I can't stay here with Master!" Nie Kuang said to the monk.
Monk Muyu said, "It's a matter of loyalty to others when entrusted by others! Monk, I owe you the enlightenment of the ancient benefactor, and that's why I'm doing what I do today. How can I let you ruin the important thing of the ancient benefactor?"
"Today, at this moment, since I am here, monk, then the roots of your Nie family's crazy blood have been cut off!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the monk had already taken action.
Behind him appeared a bald Dharma statue covered in black and blue and shaped like an evil ghost.
To say that this is the Dharma of the Demonic Buddha is a bit overstated... At best, it is the Dharma of the Ghost Monk and the Demonic Monk.
However, even so, once the Dharma Appearance is opened, it is definitely not something that an ordinary great master can handle.
Nie Kuang stepped back, holding the knife in both hands and slashing hard.
The sword light in his hand spanned a distance of tens of meters and was the first to slash towards the real body of the wooden fish monk.
Bang!
Two extremely powerful qi collided in mid-air.
The powerful counter-shock force came back, and Nie Kuang took a few steps back and fell off the cliff.
The wooden fish monk threw the iron wooden fish in his hand and hit Nie Kuang heavily towards Nie Kuang who fell off the cliff.
At this moment, Yu Lincong, who was trapped on the ground, suddenly stood up and bumped towards the iron wood fish.
Under the powerful shock, this rare BMW was turned into a ball of blood foam.
But it also blocked the iron wood fish.
But Nie Kuang, who fell down the cliff, had already fallen into the cold river water and disappeared at the bottom of the cold river.
The wooden fish monk is standing on the river while practicing the Dharma.
He stretched out his hands to hold up a large area of river water.
But there was no figure of Nie Kuang at the bottom of the river.
"I actually let you escape!"
"But you can't hide!"
"Listen to the monk's chanting!"
After that, the monk took care of his Dharma, sat cross-legged on the river, beat the iron wood fish, and began to chant sutras.
But when he recited this sutra, it had the power to cause all things to wither and wither.
Not only were the vegetation on both sides of the river dry and yellow, but all the birds were dead.
Even the fish and shrimps at the bottom of the river, and even the old tortoises in the mud, were shaken out and turned up on the water surface one after another, densely packed...
This kind of practice alone does not have the compassion that a monk should have.
