Devil Seeds

Li Xingzhou didn't hide, because if he hides once in full view, he will hide for a lifetime.

So he chose to resist.

Even now, he is still determined, and he is by no means weaker than Ke Xiaoliang when he exerts his full strength.

The collision of punches happened in an instant.

Moments later, there was a bang.

Li Xingzhou exploded again.

This time...he was fried even more finely.

If Ke Xiaoliang hadn't intentionally saved his hand, the spirit in every drop of blood in Li Xingzhou's body would have been completely obliterated to death.

Li Xingzhou thought he had a chance.

But they don't understand at all, he knows it, and Ke Xiaoliang knows it too.

Ke Xiaoliang would, but he might not.

In terms of strength, breadth, and depth, he was completely crushed by Ke Xiaoliang.

What did he win?

Are you confident?

This time it will be extremely difficult for Li Xingzhou to recover.

Some of the remaining blood drops of Li Xingzhou's soul fragments quickly seeped into the ground, and then escaped from the place with the technique of earth escape.

Li Xingzhou has already lost... completely.

Maybe he won't have the courage to come to challenge again.

And with the end of the confrontation between Li Xingzhou and Ke Xiaoliang, the leaders of the two factions, the situation on the battlefield also began to change.

The monks of the Ten Demon Sects began to counterattack aggressively.

But the monks of the Blood Demon Palace were not interested in fighting, and retreated one after another.

As for the Primordial Spirit cultivators dispatched from the Blood Demon Palace, they were also closely watched by the Primordial Spirit cultivators of the Ten Demon Sects.

No matter how heavy the casualties were in the battle on the battlefield, these old devils were only demonstrating and intimidating each other, but they didn't make a move.

Theoretically, Primordial Spirit cultivators have achieved longevity in a certain sense.

Even if it is impossible to become a fairy or a demon, and the body decays after many years, the primordial spirit can regain the body through direct reincarnation or seizing the body, and continue to live until the five decays of heaven and man, and the soul burns out.

Therefore, Yuanshen monks cherished force more than ordinary monks.

If it is not necessary, they will not go to war easily.

At this time, the power of the Holy Sect is withdrawing from the battlefield.

Li Xingzhou has been 'defeated'.

The Blood Demon Palace will no longer have his place.

Seeing that it has become impossible to take down the ten demon sects, the benefits promised by Li Xingzhou are naturally in vain.

There is really no need to continue worshiping the Holy Sect.

The battle lasted another half a day.

Finally above the sky, the Primordial Spirit monks of the two factions seemed to have reached an agreement.

The voice of the eight fierce old men came down from the sky and fell to the entire chaotic battlefield.

"Stop it all!"

"This farce! It's over!" said the eight fierce old man.

Obviously, at this moment, regarding the attack on the Ten Demon Sects by the Blood Demon Palace, the Yuanshen monks of the Ten Demon Sects, after eating and drinking, defined it as a farce!

Even on the mountain of corpses, there are still a large number of corpses of disciples who died defending the Ten Demon Sects, which are not yet completely cold.

Even within the mountain gate, the blood that was sprinkled all over the path was still warm.

But... In the eyes of these aloof Primordial Spirit monks, this is a farce.

The Ten Demon Sects are still their Ten Demon Sects.

The Blood Demon Palace is still the Blood Demon Palace.

There is no enmity between life and death, and there is no old grudge that cannot be resolved.

If one party is in trouble, the other party will definitely try to take advantage of it, and if it can find an opportunity to eliminate it...naturally, it will not be relentless.

However, at this moment, everyone is still good friends, and they are still fellow Mozong.

Ke Xiaoliang stood on the top of the mountain, the long wind blew through his hair, his clothes fluttered and fluttered.

Looking up at the sky, Ke Xiaoliang sneered at those Yuanshen monks who were not showing their figures in front of people.

"farce?"

"Finish?"

"Who said that! Disciples, I, Ke Xiaoliang, in the name of the seventy-fourth suzerain of the ten demon sects, ordered... to kill all the cubs of the blood demon palace here! No one will be left behind." Ke Xiaoliang's voice, overpowering the voice of the eight vicious old men, echoed between the mountains and roared between the heaven and the earth.

Those Ten Demon Sect disciples who had dim eyes and sad and angry expressions raised their heads one after another, looking at their Sect Master standing on the top of the mountain with dark clouds hovering above his head.

And then... Cheers!

Then he held up his weapons and magic weapons, and continued to kill those disciples of the Blood Demon Palace who only knew how to flee. Compared with the old devils who have become monsters, the little devils still have a passion for murder, arson, poisoning, robbery, and love to provoke right and wrong.

Inside this mountain gate, there are still people and things that they can cherish.

Ba Ji angrily sent a voice transmission to Ke Xiaoliang: "Ke Xiaoliang! What are you doing?"

"This battle is over!"

"The Blood Demon Palace agreed to cede the three kingdoms of Donglin, Xutu, and Baisheng to us, and at the same time deliver various spiritual materials and treasures. Among them are several treasures, which have magical effects on Primordial Spirit cultivators. This is already the greatest benefit we can strive for. What else do you have to complain about?"

It seemed that there was a pause for a while, and Ba Ji communicated with others for a while.

Then he sent a voice transmission to Ke Xiaoliang: "Your current cultivation base and means are not weaker than Yuanshen, and I can give you a share of the benefits you get. Hurry up and let those disciples stop! This matter...you listen to us and don't mess around!"

But Ke Xiaoliang turned a deaf ear to it, and continued to connive at the monks of the Ten Demon Sects chasing and killing the monks of the Blood Demon Palace.

"Ke Xiaoliang! If you don't let the disciples stop, I won't intervene anymore."

"Once the Primordial Spirit cultivator of the Blood Demon Palace makes a move, the matter will be irreparable. Although you have the power comparable to the Primordial God... you are not the Primordial Spirit after all!"

"All the spirits attack together, you will die!" The Eight Fiends threatened Ke Xiaoliang.

Ke Xiaoliang finally spoke: "Then let them come!"

"Also...to defend against the invasion of foreign enemies, you, as the Supreme Elders, do not act. After the matter is over, the supplies that the sect should have given to you...you have no hope!"

Ke Xiaoliang said sarcastically.

Ba Ji roared angrily, and even stopped using secret sound transmission.

"Okay! If you want to be so self-willed, then die!"

"If you can survive this time, what's the problem if you don't take the offering?"

Apparently, the Primordial Spirit cultivators of the Ten Demon Sects, such as the Eight Fiends, didn't feel at all that Ke Xiaoliang could survive the encirclement of the Primordial Spirit cultivators of the Blood Demon Palace.

The voice just fell.

The sky changed color.

The originally thick dark clouds were rendered bright red in an instant.

A blood-colored sun unexpectedly rose in that thick blood cloud.

A mighty sea of ​​blood was born between the heavens and the earth, and countless blood-colored monsters began to fly out of the clouds, then stood in a formation, arranged formations, and locked Ke Xiaoliang firmly in it.

The mighty energy of heaven and earth was frozen by a mysterious force, as if frozen into the stiffest ice.

The practice of martial arts that absorbs the energy of heaven and earth was locked in advance.

But Ke Xiaoliang didn't transform himself, he didn't have nesting dolls.

Instead, he holds a knife and sword in both hands.

For any swordsman or swordsman, the extremely precious and rare sword intent and sword intent constantly entangled and climbed in Ke Xiaoliang's body.

Knife and sword are like twins, like yin and yang.

In an instant, swords, swords and swords crossed the entire sky.

Cutting the thick and mighty sea of ​​blood.

Ke Xiaoliang's figure also completed thousands of jumps in an instant.

One person forms an formation, and the mysteries of sword and saber techniques are gathered in the formation diagram.

Then it turned with a bang.

In the end, there is only simple killing and cutting left!

And in this killing and cutting, several blood-colored primordial spirits with strange shapes appeared in the clouds, looking at Ke Xiaoliang angrily.

The powerful force of Yuan Magnetic blocked the space.

Let these visuospatial barriers be like the souls without objects, unable to jump away and pull away from the scene.