The news that Li Xingzhou returned to the Blood Demon Palace spread throughout the world of practice in a short time.

Not just this news, Li Xingzhou used Qi and Blood Martial Arts to replenish the shortcomings of the lack of inspiration for the cultivators of the Blood Demon Palace and the weak killing technique, which also became precious information in the hands of many people.

"The Demonic Way... will be in chaos! A good thing!" The righteous monks were very happy to see these demonic monks biting dogs.

It is best to have both sides suffer losses, which is better.

In order to miss such an opportunity, some sects that have been committed to clearing out the demonic path have also begun to quietly accumulate their energy and wait for the opportunity.

After hearing this news, the elders who had complained about the construction of three floating islands also actively cooperated.

Although Ke Xiaoliang has repeatedly defeated the face of the Blood Demon Palace, the power accumulated by a sect for thousands of years is still not so easy to disappear.

"The Qi and Blood Martial Arts have been deduced to the point where the blood-dropping god is pregnant, so they no longer move forward. Is Li Xingzhou's potential insufficient, or is he thinking he is doing it again, so he is a little drifting?" Ke Xiaoliang had a sense of emotion as early as when Li Xingzhou left the Gaowu world.

"But if this person doesn't give him any more sweetness and just suppress him strongly, he will probably be useless!"

"Forget it! Let him stretch his posture first, find some confidence and face. When he thinks he is only one step away from revenge, I will defeat him in one fell swoop, so that he can return to the Gaowu world with peace of mind and continue to help me deduce Qi and Blood Martial Arts."

"In this way, you can also use the sword from the Blood Demon Palace to try the depth of the old ghosts of the Ten Demon Sects and explore their bottom." Ke Xiaoliang sat cross-legged on the black jade bed, and the true energy in his body flowed like a sea.

In the spiritual platform, the Qingyun transformed into magic power has also expanded to a greater extent.

At this time, Ke Xiaoliang had reached the 55th level of Qi training.

Of course, compared with the rapid progress in the past, now relying on the massive resources provided by the Ten Demon Sects to practice, the progress has been quite "slow".

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

However, if a person who is used to making rapid progress, he will inevitably feel bored if he lets him practice step by step.

"True Qi Martial Arts... It's time to take another step forward!"

"After all, the martial arts and Dharma images have been introduced for so long. If the indigenous powerful people who have evolved on their own in the world, can't the monks who have tasted the sweetness go forward?"

"Are you still lack motivation and need some help?" Ke Xiaoliang thought in his heart.

Then the introduction that had been prepared was quietly fallen into the world of Gaowu.

Everything happens naturally, everything changes naturally.

The world is full of turmoil again. If you are in the world, don’t think about any peace.

Nie Kuang rode the Yulincong BMW with the blood of a strange beast and had already galloped rapidly for nearly two thousand miles, almost crossing half of the world.

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

But now, the place we are going is very close.

In less than a hundred miles, there is Liangjiezhuang. In the Liangjiezhuang, there is a newly rising righteous master, Ying Baiqiu, the owner of Liangjiezhuang. This man is very skilled and righteous, and is unanimously recognized by everyone in the northern martial arts world.

Of course, Ying Baiqiu also has a real identity.

That is the leader of the Sword Sect!

Only with such an identity can one calm down those monks and the bulls who are in charge of the martial arts world.

Otherwise, no matter how big the name is, for those monks, it is just the self-happiness of the indigenous people in a small world.

Yu Lincong stopped by the high cliff. The distance between the two cliffs was, in the past, the BMW under Nie Kuang could easily leap.

But now, it has traveled too far and exhausted its energy.

"Roar over!" Nie Kuang urged him, patting the horse's neck and urging.

With the blessing of Nie Kuang's true energy, the horse leaped over the high cliff twenty feet wide, and then landed on the other side, but its knees softened. Nie Kuang flew up and fell on the treetops while stepping on the grass leaves, without falling into the end of the big white horse rolling all over the ground with mud.

Suddenly, a sound of rushing clothes sounded.

The sound of knocking on the wooden fish seemed to be coming from all directions, surrounding Nie Kuang.

"A such a good horse, but the donor is willing to be so cruel, but what is the point to do?" A sound that seemed a little dull came from all directions.

Nie Kuang had a fierce look in his eyebrows, and he stretched out his hand and had already pulled out the shiny sword from his waist.

This sword is among the most powerful weapons and weapons, and was once even the top martial arts world. However, with the people who use it, they are no longer unique in the martial arts world, and the majesty of this sword is greatly reduced.

A monk wearing a tattered cassock looked at a big iron wood fish in his hand and walked out of the wild smoke weed. There were spider silk wrapped around his head and grass chips on his eyebrows. However, Nie Kuang was already focused and held a knife in both hands.

Just because of the monk who came to block the road in front of me, the Buddhist name is "Muyu".

A cruel person who suddenly rises up but kills seven great masters in a row, and all of them only needs one punch.

"If the master wants to compete with me, Nie will definitely be with me. But today, Nie still has important things, so I am afraid that I can't delay the master here!" Nie Kuang said to the monk.

But Monk Muyu said, "I am entrusted by someone to be loyal to others! Monk, I am enlightened by the Mongolian donor. This is why I have done this kind of work today. How can you ruin the great affairs of the ancient donor?"

"Today, now, since I am here, monk, then your Nie family's crazy blood has been broken!"

As soon as the words were finished, the monk had already taken action.

Behind him, a bald figure with a black and blue body, shaped like an evil ghost appeared.

If you say that this is the appearance of the devil and Buddhism, you are a little more respectful... At best, it is the appearance of the ghost monk or the demon monk.

Even so, once the Dharma image is opened, it is definitely not something that ordinary masters can deal with.

Nie Kuang stepped back and slashed hard with his sword in both hands.

The sword light in his hand spanned dozens of meters away and actually took the lead in chopping towards Monk Muyu's true body.

Bang!

Two extremely strong true energy collided in mid-air.

The powerful recoil force came back, and Nie Kuang took a few steps back and fell off the cliff.

But the Muyu monk threw out the iron-wood fish in his hand and smashed it heavily towards Nie Kuang who fell off the cliff.

At this moment, Yu Lincong, who was originally trapped in the ground, suddenly stood up and crashed towards the ironwood fish.

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

But it also stopped the ironwood fish.

Nie Kuang, who fell off the cliff, had already fallen into the cold river water and disappeared from the bottom of the cold river.

Monk Muyu practiced the Dharma image and stood on the surface of the river.

Extend your hands with Dharma Image to lift up a large area of ​​river water.

However, there was no Nie Kuang at the bottom of the river.

"I actually let you escape!"

"But you can't hide!"

"Let me listen to the monk chanting the scriptures!"

After saying that, the monk was in charge of his own Dharma image and sat cross-legged on the river, knocking on the iron-wood fish, and starting to recite scriptures.

However, his chanting of this scripture has the power to wither and wither.

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

Even the fish and shrimps at the bottom of the river, and even the old turtle in the mud, were shocked and flipped up on the water, densely packed...

This practice alone will completely lack the compassion that monks should have.
Chapter completed!