Li Xingzhou did not hide. He hid in full view of everyone and would hide for the rest of his life.

So he chose to resist.

Even now, he is still confident that he is no less than Ke Xiaoliang when he is fully exerting himself.

The collision between fists occurs in an instant.

After a moment, there was a sound of explosion.

Li Xingzhou exploded again.

This time... he was blown up even more tiny.

If Ke Xiaoliang had not deliberately kept his hands, the spirit in every drop of blood in Li Xingzhou's body would have been completely wiped out and died clearly.

Li Xingzhou thought he had a chance.

But I don’t understand at all. He knows it, Ke Xiaoliang can do it.

Ke Xiaoliang knows it, but he doesn't.

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

What win he has?

Self-confidence?

This time, Li Xingzhou wants to recover again, it will be extremely difficult.

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

Li Xingzhou has lost... completely.

Maybe he won't have the courage to come and challenge him anymore.

With the confrontation between Li Xingzhou and Ke Xiaoliang, the two leaders of the sect ended, the pattern on the battlefield began to change.

The cultivators of the Ten Demon Sect began to launch a large-scale counterattack.

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

As for the soul cultivators who were dispatched from the Blood Demon Palace, they were also stared at by the soul cultivators of the Ten Demon Sects.

No matter how heavy the battles on the battlefield were, these old demons only demonstrated and intimidated each other, but did not take action. They participated in the chaos and seemed to be cherishing their lives.

In theory, the primordial spirit monk has achieved immortality in a sense.

Even if you cannot become an immortal or a demon, your body will decay after many years, and your soul can regain your body through direct reincarnation or body-taking, and continue to live until the five heavenly beings are decayed and your soul burns out.

Therefore, compared with ordinary monks, the Yuanshen monks cherish their martial power more.

If necessary, war will not start easily.

At this time, the power of the Holy Sect was evacuating from the battlefield.

Li Xingzhou has been ‘defeated’.

The Blood Demon Palace will no longer have his place.

Seeing that it was impossible to capture the Ten Demon Sects, Li Xingzhou promised to be a good thing, so he naturally drew water.

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

The war lasted for half a day.

Finally, in the sky, the cultivators of the two sects seemed to have agreed on the conditions.

The voice of the Eight Evil Old Man passed down from the sky and fell to the entire chaotic battlefield.

"Stop it all!"

"This farce! It's over!" said the old man Eight Evil.

Obviously, at this moment, the Yuanshen cultivators of the Ten Demon Sect after eating and drinking were defined as a farce!

Even on the mountain of corpses, there are a large number of disciples who died in order to defend the Ten Demon Sects, which have not been completely cold yet.

Even within the mountain gate, the blood sprinkled with the path remained warmth.

But... In the eyes of these high-ranking primordial monks, this is a farce.

The Ten Demon Sect is still their Ten Demon Sect.

The Blood Demon Palace is still the Blood Demon Palace.

There is no grudge between life and death, nor is there an indelible grudge.

If one side is in trouble, the other side will definitely find ways to take advantage of it. If you can find an opportunity to destroy it, naturally you will never be ruthless.

However, at this moment, everyone is still good friends and fellow Demon Sect.

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

Looking up at the sky and looking at the soul monks who were not showing their figures in front of others, Ke Xiaoliang sneered.

"farce?"

"Finish?"

"Who said it! My disciples, I, Ke Xiaoliang, ordered in the name of the 74th Sect Master of the Ten Demon Sect... and killed all the blood demon palace cubs here! No one left." Ke Xiaoliang's voice suppressed the voice of the Eight Eight Evil Old Man, echoed between the mountains, and howled between the heaven and earth.

The disciples of the Ten Demon Sect, who had dim eyes and expressions of grief, raised their heads one after another and looked at the sect leader who was standing on the top of the mountain with dark clouds hovering above his head.

Then...cheer!

Then he raised his weapons and magic weapons and continued to kill the disciples of the Blood Demon Palace who only knew how to escape. Compared to the old demons who lived as monsters, the little demons liked to provoke trouble even though they killed people, set fire, refining poison, and robbed money, but they still had a passion.

There are people and things they can cherish within this mountain gate.

The Eight Fighters sent a voice to Ke Xiaoliang in anger: "Ke Xiaoliang! What are you doing?"

"This battle is over!"

"The Blood Demon Palace agreed to cede Donglin, Xu Tu, and Parkson Three Kingdoms to us, and deliver various spiritual materials and several treasures at the same time. There are also several treasures, which are of great use to the primordial cultivators. This is the biggest benefit we can strive for. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

It seemed that after a pause, Ba Jing communicated with others for a moment.

Then he sent a message to Ke Xiaoliang: "Your current cultivation and methods are no less than those of the soul. You can share a portion of the benefits you have obtained. Let those disciples stop quickly! Listen to us and don't mess around!"

However, Ke Xiaoliang turned a deaf ear and continued to instigate the monks of the Ten Demon Sect to chase and kill the monks of the Blood Demon Palace.

"Ke Xiaoliang! If you don't let your disciples stop, I will stop interfering."

"Once the primordial spirit cultivator in the Blood Demon Palace takes action, the matter will be irreversible. Although you have the power comparable to the US dollar god, you are not the primordial spirit after all!"

"All the souls take action together, you will definitely die!" The Eight Evils threatened Ke Xiaoliang.

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

"And..., resist foreign invasions, as the Supreme Elder, you will not take action. After the matter is over, the sect should have given you the supply... You don't have to make any more hope!"

Ke Xiaoliang said sarcastically.

The Eight Evil roared angrily, and even stopped using secret voice transmission.

"Okay! Since you have to be so stubborn, then die!"

"If you can survive this time, you will not receive the offering, so what's the harm?"

Obviously, the Yuanshen cultivators of the Ten Demon Sect, including Eight Evils, did not think that Ke Xiaoliang could survive under the surround of all the Yuanshen cultivators of the Blood Demon Palace.

Just finished speaking.

The sky changes color.

The originally thick dark clouds were instantly rendered bright red.

A bloody sun actually rose in the thick blood cloud.

A vast sea of ​​blood emerged from the world, and countless blood-colored monsters began to fly out of the clouds, then stood in a position, arranged a formation, and locked Ke Xiaoliang firmly in it.

The vast energy of heaven and earth was fixed by a mysterious force, as if solidified into the stiffest ice.

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

But Ke Xiaoliang did not transform and did not have a doll.

Instead, they hold swords and swords in both hands.

For any swordsman or swordsman, the extremely precious and rare sword intent and sword intent are constantly entangled and climbed up in Ke Xiaoliang.
Chapter completed!