Devil Seeds

What Li Xingzhou said was extremely arrogant.

Among the five ancestral families 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 of cutting off the inheritance of the Ten Demon Sects.

Of course, if it's just to speak harshly... that's fine.

Although Li Xingzhou is hundreds of years old, who hasn't been young and frivolous?

"Okay! If the palace lord has this ambition, I, Ma Hengshan, will be the pawn and step down the mountain of corpses together with the palace lord!" An elder of the Blood Demon Palace... the former Li Xingzhou's iron rods gathered together and immediately shouted.

This is the Blood Demon Palace, not the Ten Demon Sect.

So even the elders are not necessarily full of gossip.

There are still a few honest and reckless people.

Especially... the characteristics of the Gorefiend Palace magnify some simple characters.

Someone responded, and immediately someone followed.

In the Gorefiend Hall, there was an uproar in an instant.

Whether it's true or false, at least they shouted the slogan loudly.

After Li Xingzhou came back from his 'experience', he watched the 'funny' performances of these elders, and felt that it was full of irony.

"How could I have thought that they were reliable before, and that by leading such a group of people, I would be able to achieve great achievements in the devil's way?" Li Xingzhou thought to himself, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

Perhaps it was because of martial arts, after refining the fist 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 Sects have 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, stop the shame in one battle, and make people in the world dare not despise our Blood Demon Palace, then we have to show some prestige and style."

Having said that, Li Xingzhou paused.

Then he said to the empty part of the hall: "Patriarch Xuemeng! Please show up for a while, I have something important to discuss with you while sailing."

A bloody figure suddenly appeared at the side of the long table, and then looked at Li Xingzhou with cold eyes, there was no kindness in his expression... only obvious fear.

He didn't take the initiative to report.

How did Li Xingzhou know it was him?

But Li Xingzhou said: "Decades ago, I was fortunate enough to meet the Patriarch and remembered the taste of the Patriarch's blood. Now that it has been many years, I will not forget it."

Hearing this, Xuemeng not only did not show any joy, but his expression became more gloomy.

Li Xingzhou didn't care about it, but sat on the main seat, and said to the elders present: "After half an hour, I will beat the blood drum and call all the disciples to the Blood Demon Square to announce something."

"Elders, before that, you can think about your respective positions first, and then let me see your sincerity."

Talked to the end, but never said it through.

So much so that the elders suspected that Li Xingzhou was playing tricks.

It's just... just now that Li Xingzhou punched He Yunxiang, it was really weird.

Although He Yunxiang's performance was not as good as Li Xingzhou's, he was not far behind.

Li Xingzhou was able to blow up He Yunxiang with one punch, which showed that his strength had at least crushed a large class of He Yunxiang.

In half an hour, many elders began to lick their faces and talk to Li Xingzhou. They said beautiful words verbally, but they didn't see much of their surrender.

In the end, it was his old team who took refuge in Li Xingzhou.

When the time came, Li Xingzhou beat the blood drum.

A total of twenty-eight rounds were struck.

This is second only to the sound transmission of the blood drum with the highest thirty-six rings.

Once the thirty-six rings sounded, it must be a matter of the survival of the entire orthodoxy.

Often even the Supreme Elders who heard the sound of the drum cannot be ignored and must arrive in time.

The drum beat for three breaths, and after twenty-eight beats, the entire Gorefiend Square was already full of crowded heads.

Li Xingzhou stood on the blood cloud pillar, looking down at the disciples of the Blood Demon Palace.

All the disciples also saw Li Xingzhou, so they couldn't help buzzing and discussing below.

Li Xingzhou didn't rush to speak, but glanced across the entire Gorefiend Palace with dissatisfaction in his expression.

Although the current cultivators of the Blood Demon Palace seem to be the same as before, there is an air of laziness, sloppyness, and lack of self-confidence.

This can't be hidden in front of Li Xingzhou, who is already well-versed in fists and intentions.

With a cold face, he punched the air hard.

Without consuming any qi or magic power, the punch that was simply punched with intent and strength created a huge wind pressure, sweeping across the entire square.

A large number of unprepared and unsteady monks were swept down to the ground.

"All the disciples who fell to the ground and pushed and shoved, 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 venue unwillingly.

Although he didn't know what the 'opportunity' Li Xingzhou was talking about was.

But others stayed, they were kicked out... This is a kind of self-esteem bruise.

In an instant, the number of people in the square was reduced by half.

Many elders who followed Li Xingzhou looked ugly.

Because most of the disciples who left the field came from their disciples.

And what's more coincidental... the elders who took refuge in Li Xingzhou before, their disciples were mostly kept.

To say it was a coincidence would be too much of a coincidence.

Li Xingzhou looked at the remaining disciples, although he was still somewhat dissatisfied, but he was no longer critical.

Instead, he opened his mouth and said: "My Blood Demon Palace has been established for thousands of years, and it is a rare big faction in the world. But since the blood of the ancient gods was stolen, it has been sluggish."

"This is my Palace Master's fault, but it's also everyone's fault!"

"The Blood Demon Palace is everyone's Blood Demon Palace, not Li Xingzhou's. Protecting its face and interests is closely related to everyone, not just Li Xingzhou."

Speaking of this, Li Xingzhou's tone turned low: "How long has it been since you all drank blood?"

"How long has it been since you tasted the fresh blood of a young girl and practiced with the blood of a boy?"

These words really hurt.

The remaining monks from the Gorefiend Palace all showed resentment and resentment.

The 'extravagance' that used to be, is no longer available now.

What is used for daily practice is only the turbid blood of some rough old men, and even the blood of those old people who are over 70 or 80 years old and have already become extremely turbid.

This is unbearable for the monks of the Blood Demon Palace.

"Since I'm back, everything will change. My palace lord promises you that I will definitely sweep away the wind of exhaustion and bring the Blood Demon Palace back to its peak."

Speaking of this, Li Xingzhou's anger sank into his dantian, and he shouted: "Everyone! Today, I, Li Xingzhou, am going to change my ten thousand-year-old law of the Blood Demon Palace, and make up for the last shortcoming that my monks in the Blood Demon Palace lack."

"Today, I'll let everyone see what it is... qi and blood martial arts, martial arts are supernatural!"

As soon as the words fell, Li Xingzhou opened his fist and let the blood flow out, but his blood looked like crystal gems and flowing grease, with a strong cohesion and a seductive magic power.

The elders following him swallowed subconsciously, and suddenly developed a strong appetite for their palace master.

Li Xingzhou looked calm, and then he punched the square for the second time.

This time, the fist wind passed by, and a blood-colored thick fog swept the square.

Wisps of blood split out and poured into the foreheads of those disciples.

into their blood.

Plant the seeds of qi and blood martial arts for them.

Li Xingzhou obviously didn't have such good intentions, and directly taught the method of cultivation.

Instead, he used his own energy and blood martial arts to forcibly open the door for these blood demon palace monks to practice martial arts with blood and nurture the true meaning of martial arts.

Even though he took a shortcut, the success or failure of these disciples depended on Li Xingzhou alone.

If you practice hard, everyone will succeed.

If Li Xingzhou is defeated, everyone will be defeated.