Devil Seeds

The news of Li Xingzhou's return to the Blood Demon Palace spread throughout the practice world in a short time.

It's not just 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 monks in the Blood Demon Palace has also become precious information in the hands of many people.

"The way of the devil... is going to be chaotic! What a good thing!" The monks of the righteous way are very happy to see dogs biting dogs among the monks of the way of magic.

The Blood Demon Palace and the Ten Demon Sects, it would be best if they both lose, that would be good.

In order not to miss such an opportunity, some sects that have been devoting themselves to eradicating the evil way also began to quietly accumulate energy and wait for the opportunity.

Inside the Ten Demon Sect, after hearing the news, the elders who were quite critical of the construction of the three floating islands also actively cooperated.

Even though Ke Xiaoliang has slapped the Blood Demon Palace's face several times, the power accumulated by a ten thousand-year-old faction is still not so easy to disappear.

"Qi and blood martial arts, after being deduced to the point where dripping blood conceives a god, he stopped moving forward. Is it because Li Xingzhou's potential is not enough, or he thinks he can do it again, so he is a little drifting?" Ke Xiaoliang had a feeling when Li Xingzhou left the world of Gaowu.

"However, if this person doesn't give any sweetness, and blindly suppresses it forcefully, I'm afraid he will be useless!"

"That's all! Let him stretch his posture first, regain some confidence and face, and when he thinks that 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 high martial arts with peace of mind, and continue to help me deduce Qi and blood martial arts."

"In this way, we can also use the knife of the Blood Demon Palace to test the depths of the old ghosts of the Ten Demon Sects, and get to know their bottoms." Ke Xiaoliang sat cross-legged on the black jade stone bed, the real energy in his body was surging like an ocean.

In the altar, the Qingyun formed by mana also swelled to a wider extent.

At this time, Ke Xiaoliang has 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 cultivation, the progress is quite 'slow'.

Although the further the number of Qi training layers is, the more difficult it is to improve.

But for those who are used to rapid progress, if you let him practice step by step, he will inevitably find it boring.

"Zhenqi Martial Arts... it's time to take another step forward!"

"After all, the martial art has been introduced for so long. Don't mention the strong natives who have evolved by themselves in the world. The monks who have tasted the sweetness, can't they go forward?"

"Still lacking motivation, do you need some help from me?" Ke Xiaoliang thought to himself.

Afterwards, the pre-prepared introduction quietly fell into the world of high martial arts.

Everything happens naturally, everything changes naturally.

There is another turmoil in the rivers and lakes. People in the rivers and lakes don't want to have any peace.

Nie Kuang rode a Yulin Cong BMW with the blood of an alien beast, and had already galloped nearly two thousand miles at a rapid speed, almost crossing half of the river and lake.

At this time, the BMW under his seat had already started to foam at the mouth, and he was looking exhausted.

But now, the place to go is very close.

Less than a hundred miles away, there is Liangjiezhuang, and in Liangjiezhuang, there is a newly-emerged righteous master Ying Baiqiu, the owner of Liangjiezhuang.

Of course, this Ying Baiqiu also has a real identity.

That is the Sect Master of Sword Sect!

Only with such an identity can he restrain those monks and be the leader of a martial arts world.

Otherwise, no matter how great the name is, to those monks, it is just the self-pleasure of the natives in a small world.

Yu Lincong stopped on the side of the high cliff, the distance between the two cliffs, if it were the past, the horse under Nie Kuang's seat could easily leap.

But now, it has traveled too far, exhausted.

"Rush over!" Nie Kuang urged, patting the horse's neck.

Under the blessing of Nie Kuang's true energy, the horse jumped over a high cliff with a width of twenty feet, and then landed on the opposite bank, but its front knee gave up. Nie Kuang flew up and landed on the treetops on the grass blades, but he didn't end up with the big white horse, rolling all over the ground with mud.

Suddenly, there was a sound of hunting clothes.

The sound of hitting the wooden fish seemed to come from all directions, surrounding Nie Kuang.

"Such a good horse, but the benefactor is willing to spoil it like this, but what is the important thing to do?" In the wooden fish's voice, a somewhat dull voice came from all directions.

Nie Kuang's eyebrows were full of hostility, and he reached out and pulled out the sharp sword at his waist.

This saber is one of the most powerful weapons in the world. It used to be at the top of the martial arts world, but as the people who use it no longer stand alone in the martial arts world, the power and prestige of this saber is greatly reduced.

A monk in tattered cassock, looking at a big iron wood fish, came out from the wild smoky grass. His head was still wrapped with some spider silk, and his eyebrows were still stained with grass clippings, but Nie Kuang was already engrossed, holding a knife in both hands.

Just because of the monk who came to block the way in front of him, whose dharma name is 'Wooden Fish'.

A ruthless character who rose suddenly, but killed seven great masters in a row, and all of them only needed one punch.

"If the master wants to compete with me, Nie will definitely accompany me, but today Nie has important matters, I'm afraid I can't delay here with the master!" Nie Kuang said to the monk.

But Monk Muyu said: "Being entrusted by others is a matter of being loyal to others! Monk, I have received enlightenment from the Mongolian benefactor, and this is how I can perform such meritorious deeds today. How can I let you ruin the great event of the ancient benefactor?"

"Today, at this moment, since I am here, monk, then the blood of your Nie family will be cut off!"

As soon as the words fell, the monk had already shot.

Behind him appeared a bald, black-and-blue figure that looked like an evil ghost.

To say that this is the appearance of a demon Buddha, it is a bit higher... At best, it is the appearance of a ghost monk or a demon monk.

But even so, once the Faxiang is opened, it is definitely not something that ordinary masters can handle.

Nie Kuang took a step back, slashing vigorously with a knife in both hands.

The sword glow in his hand spanned tens of meters, and he was the first to slash towards the real body of Monk Muyu.

Bang!

Two extremely powerful qi collided in mid-air.

The powerful counter-shock force came back, Nie Kuangkuang took a few steps back, and fell down the cliff with his feet empty.

The wooden fish monk threw out the iron wooden fish in his hand, and threw it heavily towards Nie Kuang who fell off the cliff.

At this moment, Yu Lincong, who had been stranded on the ground, suddenly got up and slammed into the iron wood fish.

Under the shock of powerful force, this rare BMW in Jianghu was shaken into a ball of blood foam.

But because of this, it blocked the iron wood fish.

But Nie Kuang, who fell down the cliff, had already fallen into the icy river and disappeared at the bottom of the cold river.

The wooden fish monk held the Dharma and stood on the river.

Stretch out the hands of the Faxiang to hold up a large area of ​​the river.

But there was no sign of Nie Kuang at the bottom of the river.

"It actually let you escape!"

"But you can't hide!"

"Let's listen to the monk chanting sutras!"

After all, the monk took care of his own dharma, sat cross-legged on the river, beat the iron wood fish, and began to chant sutras.

It's just that his recitation of this scripture has the power to wither and wither all things.

Not only the grass and trees on both sides of the river were withered and yellow, but all the birds were dead.

Even the fish and shrimps at the bottom of the river, and even the old bastards in the mud, were shaken out, turning up one after another on the water surface, densely packed....

This practice alone is completely lacking in the compassionate heart that a monk should have.

What can I say...I'm sick again!

I started taking medicine in the morning, fell asleep, and felt groggy, and it hasn't improved until now.

I struggled to write a chapter, and finally got together two chapters today!

Not counting opening the sunroof!

That's all! Take a break first, there is no update today!

Let's continue tomorrow!

The body is really too weak...Although I do exercise, it is difficult to persist, and I can't build meritorious deeds in a day!

I just hope that all book friends, stay healthy and don't pull your hips like waste paper.

Goodnight everybody!