Devil Seeds

Seeing the blood cicada with only half of the remnant soul left, not far away from the flying soul, the dense figures in the whole sky quietly silenced.

Don't disturb the Sleeping Dragon, no one wants to wake up the beast that is so huge that it can block the sky and attract his attention.

The huge martial art form was put away, and the transformation into a giant was over. Ke Xiaoliang dressed in green clothes, as if nothing had happened, and stood with his hands behind his back on the peak of the mountain that was re-pierced into the ground.

Although everyone was flying very high, at this moment, it seemed as if they were being looked down upon by him.

Ke Xiaoliang walked up to the scared Ouyang Qiao, who was a little incontinent, and asked softly and softly, "Are you admitting defeat? Are you convinced?"

Ouyang Kip wanted to speak, but his tongue got stuck, so he could only nod desperately.

"That's good!"

Then his eyes circled around the remaining demons.

Although those devils were not as embarrassed as Ouyang Kip showed, they were not too strong.

The so-called strength, firmness, firmness, and perseverance... these so-called qualities, most of them have limits, and they are often supported by their own strength and capital. When the supporting strength is easily crushed, then these so-called qualities will collapse instantly.

Warriors who have truly reached the point of having nothing and still dare to face everything tenaciously are rare throughout the ages.

"I'm a very easy-going and easy-going person."

"I don't like to get angry, I don't like to lose my temper, and I don't like to kill casually... Everyone has seen that I didn't even kill the blood cicada completely, but I still gave him a chance. So choosing me as suzerain is definitely everyone's blessing. What do you think?" Ke Xiaoliang raised his head and looked at the figures flying in midair, with a hint of displeasure in his expression.

In an instant, the smart people had already dropped down like dumplings, and landed back on the performance stage, and then obediently sat down in a corner. In the sight of Ke Xiaoliang who was standing, what appeared was a downward perspective.

A few of them were still floating in the air, and when they saw their companions falling one after another, they woke up belatedly.

Even Ke Xiaoliang didn't do anything, his face was still pale with fright, his heart was uneasy, and then he fell down in embarrassment and hid in the crowd.

There are many people who are calculating, but they often lack the courage to fight hard.

The Ten Devil Sects seem to be good at everything. There are all kinds of old men and shit-stirring sticks in the sect, but there are very few brave men who can fight against the three armies in front of the battle.

Just like the Blood Demon Palace has its limitations and shortcomings, why not the Ten Demon Sect?

"What the suzerain said is true!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

Then a lot of the same or similar sounds sounded.

Mo Tingyuan, who was still sitting cross-legged proudly in the clouds, almost died of anger.

His contemporary suzerain hasn't abdicated yet!

Ke Xiaoliang stretched out his hand and pressed it.

Then he said politely: "Everyone, don't be impulsive. Although I won this round, I am not yet the suzerain. After all, the old suzerain Mo Tingyuan Mo is still there. Everyone can't completely ignore him and disrespect his opinions just because he has no sense of existence."

Mo Tingyuan coughed desperately in the clouds.

Ke Xiaoliang's words always sounded harsh.

"Mo Tingyuan step down!" In the crowd, the very cooperative little clever ghost shouted again.

The person who yelled such a sentence at this time may be superior, or he may be speculating... who knows? Who cares?

When these words were uttered, the voices began to join together, gradually forming a huge wave.

In a special cave at the back of the corpse mountain of the Ten Demon Sects, the eight murderers are the main ones, accompanied by Song Qingwen, who are discussing important matters with several old guys from the Ten Demon Sects.

"Multiple different worlds have appeared, disturbing Yin and Yang. The underworld and the human world are intersecting in different worlds, and the boundary between life and death has become blurred. This world is going to be chaotic. It's not that Mo Tingyuan is not good, but... he is lacking in courage and force. In this special period, our Ten Demon Sects have to change the direction. It is more in our interests to let a young man with a tougher wrist come to power as suzerain."

"What do you fellow daoists think?" Bajio old man said to the old fellows.

One of the old guys couldn't help but said: "According to the old man, he is more suitable to be the suzerain of the Ji Dao Sect, rather than our Ten Demon Sect. When did the suzerain of our Ten Demon Sect rely on fighting?"

There is nothing wrong with that.

In the past, the masters of the ten demon sects competed with each other through conspiracy, deceit, and alliance methods.

Often in the later stage of the fight for the position of suzerain, there are frequent tricks, the cards are turned over one after another, things will always be flipped and then flipped, flipped and flipped, and the dolls are constantly being nested.

It can be called a climax.

Where is it like Ke Xiaoliang, if he doesn't make a move, he will be crushed like a storm and thunder, leaving the whole audience silent, leaving only his speech.

This is indeed closer to the handwriting of the Ji Dao Sect, and it does not match the usual style of the Ten Demon Sect.

"What he wants is to explore the devil species, and he has no desire for the things in the door, nor does he have any desire for resources. I am his master, and I can guarantee it for him." Song Qingwen just inserted a sentence simply.

However, it was just such a sentence that made a few old guys who were wavering in their minds come to a conclusion.

"Actually, it's not impossible."

"Although our ten demon sects focus on attacking the heart, there is too much deceit in the sect. Although the tactics are good, they are not righteous after all. The calculation methods without strength as the backing are just daydreams. At this time, it is not a bad thing for a suzerain with a stronger wrist to sweep away the wind of fatigue." Another old monk said.

As soon as this remark came out, several other old guys also agreed.

On the performance stage, Mo Tingyuan's eyes flickered coldly.

Appearing from the clouds, he stood stubbornly and alone on a high place, thinking that he could look down on Ke Xiaoliang, and then said, "Ke Xiaoliang! You are the thirteen devils of my ten devil sects, and now you are crushing the audience. You deserve to be number one in force."

"But being the suzerain is not about force, but your contribution to the sect. Although you are a devil...but you have not achieved an inch of merit so far. If you become the suzerain, how can you be sure that you will work for everyone's welfare and well-being? If the one with strong force is the king, then in the future of the ten demon sects, why should we choose devils, those who are meritorious, capable, and virtuous? All we need to do is to walk on this stage once, and we will all be accomplished?"

It seemed that Mo Tingyuan still had a series of words that he was about to say.

Ke Xiaoliang interrupted directly.

"Force is not important, so what is important?"

"We are monks, not politicians! We are monks, not counselors."

"My monks, whether they are righteous, evil, demons, demons, ghosts or any existence, should have the determination and ability to go against the sky, strike the sky, straddle life and death, and sit immortal. And this ability is between the five fingers, between the transformation and implementation of many wonderful methods and supernatural powers. Just like now... I want to kill you and cut off your long life... Are you blocking it?"

"I want to be suzerain, this is not to ask you, but to inform you. If you don't give it, I will reach out and grab it myself!"

"You ask me why I don't make an inch of merit, so I want to be the suzerain. I won't say anything, but I will give you a punch, and then I will ask you... I am the suzerain, do I deserve to be the suzerain!"

Challenge five times in a row, the forty-second day!

come on! Awesome!