Devil Seeds

How Shaoyang mobilized the Ten Demon Sects, Ke Xiaoliang would not care.

Since I chose Shaoyang, of course it was because I believed in him.

What's more... the position of the vanguard does not necessarily have to be the Ten Demon Sect.

The Ten Devil Sects are just suitable, not the only ones.

Whether it is Jianzong or Zhenwuzong, they can replace this position.

And Ke Xiaoliang has already made corresponding arrangements.

At this time, Ke Xiaoliang was in the world of Gaowu, and he had drifted down the river to the lower reaches of the Qingjiang River, and merged into the mighty Longjiang River.

The ancestor of this water vein that almost runs through the entire Gaowu world, its abundant water power can be called a superb view.

However, not far away on the isolated peak wall facing each other on both sides of the strait, there are several people staying, waiting for Ke Xiaoliang's arrival.

When the boat slowly drove to the narrow river, the invisible wall of air blocked the way forward.

A man in Tsing Yi with half black and half white hair and a hollow cuff on his left arm passed across the river and stood directly opposite the boat.

Ke Xiaoliang stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the man standing in front of him, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

"The one-armed madman Mu Shaoren, I haven't seen him for many years." Ke Xiaoliang said with superb acting skills, as if he didn't even know that under this skin was actually a soul from another world.

"Stop talking nonsense! It is said that you are the only one in the ages, unparalleled in the world. I don't believe it...so I want to fight you." Said the Baotongjie monk who controlled the skin of Mu Shaoren.

This cultivator was the one who approached Peng Tuishan and played a double reed with President Wang, forcing Peng Tuishan to sell the news at a low price.

Ke Xiaoliang looked at Mu Shaoren, and sighed: "Why are you doing this? Isn't that how your left arm was broken? If you lose your right hand again, you will be miserable late at night and sleepless alone. , what else can I use to pass the boring time and inexplicable loneliness?"

The monk who manipulated Mu Shaoren's skin was taken aback for a moment, and then understood Ke Xiaoliang's metaphor.

"You bastard! How can a filthy person like you be called the only one in eternity?"

"I'm afraid it's not a joke!" Under anger, this person forced the first shot.

Naturally... what he used was not the martial arts attached to Mu Shaoren's skin, but the techniques he was really good at.

Looking at this person's method of attack, Ke Xiaoliang is very clear that this person is definitely not impulsive, but came here for fame and fortune.

Let me ask... After Xiao Nu appeared in the world, what could be more famous than defeating Xiao Nu? Can harvest a large number of plot points?

What's more... In order to stir up the situation, Ke Xiaoliang put a price of one billion on his own head in God's Domain.

Just looking at the allure of this 'billion', the Xiao Nu he played will inevitably become a center of the vortex, attracting a large number of monks to vote, and thus be ruthlessly defeated by him, harvesting inside and outside, and draining the value.

The monk who controlled Mu Shaoren's skin was named Lu Hong.

The reason why he is so proud and bullying others is because his ancestors were born of immortals.

Although the immortal had already left Baotong World, he took away a large number of high-end cultivation resources of Baotong World.

But this does not prevent his descendants from still being able to dominate the world of Baotong, standing far above 99% of the monks, and their origin is at the end of countless people.

At this time, what Lu Hong used was the martial art called 'Da Zhou Tian Xing Luo Shou'.

This method is based on the simplified version of Zhou Tianxing's fall. Each move has hundreds of changes in an instant, and each change is different. It is the ultimate martial art of algorithm evolution.

It requires not only extremely superb computing and application capabilities, but also extremely rich accumulation and knowledge.

Without these accumulations and insights, even this 'Da Zhou Tian Xing Luo Shou' would inevitably fall into repeated moves and become petty.

"It's fun!"

"But it's a pity!" Ke Xiaoliang certainly wouldn't panic in the face of such skill.

Compared with calculation ability, compared with the complexity of moves, who in this world... can compare to his open-minded way of heaven?

It is also like repeatedly covering the sky, the sun and the moon with one hand and counterattacking back.

At first glance, Ke Xiaoliang's retaliation is just a simple imitation, which has the taste of imitation.

Most of the Baotongjie monks who stood on the high cliff and looked at the battlefield showed joy, and at the same time looked proud and contemptuous.

It's just that in the next moment, they couldn't laugh anymore.

Because no matter how Lu Hong's moves change, it's like Sun Wukong has fallen into the palm of the Tathagata Buddha. Those seemingly endless changes can be easily broken by Ke Xiaoliang.

When it changed to the 137,000th and twenty-fourth move, Lu Hong finally made a move and repeated it.

Then, Ke Xiaoliang continued to change and advance the first-hand change to break the offensive rhythm.

With a click sound.

The other hand of Mu Shaoren's skin...was useless.

Ke Xiaoliang stood calmly at the bow of the boat, shaking his head regretfully and said: "Originally your Great Compassionate Wind Palm was simple, simple and promising, and you can barely see it, but now you have done such a trick, it's so gaudy...it's unsightly!"

"You... are useless!"

Lu Hongkong's dangling cuffs were rippling in the wind, and his teeth were almost crushed in anger.

Ke Xiaoliang's words seem to be unintentional to the speaker, but intentional to the listener.

The monks in Baotong World are probably proud of themselves.

Now not only was he easily defeated by 'Xiao Nu' in his best field, but he was also directly pointed out that his martial arts cultivation was not as good as the 'borrowed' body itself.

Isn't that embarrassing enough?

"Hmph! Stop talking so shamelessly here!"

"I was just being careless." After Lu Hong said that, his legs galloped, and his legs were already like two big knives, slashing towards Ke Xiaoliang madly.

His legs are extremely flexible, they can be bent and twisted into any shape and shape at will, and their flexibility is not weaker than that of his hands.

Not only that, the whole body's blood, true energy, and spirit are completely condensed into one strand.

The legs are like knives and whips.

It changes wantonly and looks extremely dangerous.

"So you still have feet..."

"However, if you can't even use your feet, why do you still have to stack yourself up? Isn't that bad!"

"I believe in your flexibility, but I doubt your length." Ke Xiaoliang casually, without dodging, just waved his arms lightly, blocking the stormy attack.

Then he looked at the two cliffs not far away, and beckoned leisurely.

"They're all here to challenge me!"

"Some old faces, some new faces, some acquaintances and some unfamiliar... It doesn't matter, they all come to help. After more than a thousand years, I also want to see how much you have grown."

"It would be a pity if they were all like Mu Shaoren, retreating instead of advancing..." Ke Xiaoliang said casually.

There was no contempt in his tone.

But saying this sentence is the biggest insult to those self-righteous Baotong monks.

In a word, the emotions of these Baotong monks were directly exploded.

An aborigine in a small world, a self-proclaimed and self-righteous so-called legendary warrior... Where did he get his face? Where did you get the guts? Where did the confidence come from? How dare you speak like that?

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