Chapter 170 Changes in the Wasteland (All order 1400 plus more!)

  Ke Xiaoliang escaped perfectly.

  But in the ruins of the Gorefiend Palace, the roar never stopped.

  The blood of the ancient **** was drawn away, and the blood cloud collapsed. Most of the main buildings of the Gorefiend Palace rested on the blood cloud, and naturally collapsed along with it.

  Now in the ruins of the Jie Volcano, among the ruined walls all over the ground, a large number of corpses of low-level monks in the Gorefiend Palace have been scattered all over the place and have not been cleaned up yet.

  The collapse of the blood nest, the emptiness of the blood pool, the collapse and depression of various secret realms.

  Tangible, intangible, incalculable, incalculable losses, superimposed together, is a raging anger, burning and swinging in the hearts of the monks in the Blood Demon Palace, as if it will never be extinguished.

   teased their anger and made them mad with hatred.

"I want to tell the Palace Master that some of the orthodox monks who took the opportunity to cause trouble have already been caught. From their mouths, the truth of the matter has been roughly restored." Elder Ding Chen quickly shuttled through the ruins with a few disciples from the Blood Demon Palace. , bypassing a broken railing, and then at the gate of the dilapidated Gorefiend Hall, reported to the palace lord Li Xingzhou who was sitting in the ruins.

   "Say!" Li Xingzhou covered his forehead with his hands, **** lines spread between his brows, twisting into complicated symbols.

   This symbol is not blinking, it seems to be emitting some kind of special message.

   "It is Ke Xiaoliang, a disciple of the Ten Demon Sect, who is responsible for letting them out and creating chaos." Ding Chenyin said first.

  Li Xingzhou snorted coldly, and said angrily: "It really is those dirty and despicable guys from the Ten Demon Sects."

  Ding Chenyin did not refute his palace lord's words, and waited for Li Xingzhou's anger to subside on his own.

   "Go ahead." Li Xingzhou said.

  Ding Chen quoted: "Palace Master...it is indeed the Ten Demon Sect who caused the chaos. But this time...they may have made wedding dresses for others."

   "Palace Master, do you still remember Gu Tailang?"

  Li Xingzhou said: "That Gu Tailang who forged swords to his bones and blood? I remember...he was imprisoned on the tenth floor of Blood Prison Valley...."

   "Wait...you mean, he stole the blood of the ancient god?"

Ding Chen nodded and said: "There is a great possibility. Because from the dictation of those orthodox monks, it is not difficult to draw conclusions... There is a problem with this Gu Tailang, and he has already made a plan. It is not a one-time, one-off Start making up your mind."

"The only question now is... why did Gu Tailang know that the blood of the ancient gods is under the Blood Prison Valley. And he also knows how to pass through our teleportation array, so that he can clearly... delete part of the array Dharma runes. This is a secret matter that only the palace master can fully know."

  Hearing the words, Li Xingzhou's complexion changed several times.

  About Gu Tailang, there are some old things about the Blood Demon Palace entangled in it, which he doesn't want to say clearly.

   "Then it must be that Gu Tailang who took away the blood of the ancient god! Have you considered looking for a blood machine?" Li Xingzhou changed the subject and directly skipped the question of Gu Tailang's identity.

Ding Chenyin wanted to say more, but he thought about it for a while and was silent for a moment, and then said along with the words: "The blood machine only calculated that Gu Tailang is still alive. But nine days and ten places... there is no trace of him. Not in this world."

   "The talisman of deceiving the sky and rescuing the world is the sect of stealing the sky." Li Xingzhou said inexplicably but firmly.

   "Send people with all my strength to hunt down the cultivators of the Thief Heaven Sect. I want to find their mountain gate, and then... take back the blood of the ancient gods, and let them pay with their blood!" Li Xingzhou roared violently.

  In the incomplete ruins of the Blood Demon Palace, a large number of blood shadows are flying, and countless monks of the Blood Demon Sect are busy.

   I'm afraid they will be busy for quite a while.

  The gate of the Gorefiend Palace was broken and the resident was destroyed.

  At the same time, news of the theft of the blood of the ancient gods also began to spread rapidly throughout the entire practice world.

  Blood Demon Palace... The super sect, one of the five great ancestral families of the majestic Demon Dao, unexpectedly encountered such a humiliation that has never happened in thousands of years.

   To others, it is a big joke.

  Especially righteous monks, they like to hear such jokes.

  Ordinary low-level monks made up this incident into jokes after dinner, and laughed all kinds of things.

   Similar trends are even spreading rapidly towards Huzhongjie.

  The wasteland world has now accommodated more monks.

  The number of resident monks has reached more than one million.

  The major sects that originally obtained the blood talisman have already begun to sell the blood talisman.

  All want to seize the opportunity and compete with other opponents.

  Before the **** talisman rots on the street, capture the market first and get back more benefits.

  And all kinds of rumors and news about the wasteland world, the god's domain world, and the high martial arts world are also in full swing through the propaganda of these sects.

  Even monks who have never entered the gourd world can casually tell some wonderful things about the world of wasteland and the world of gods.

  In the monk market that Ke Xiaoliang passed by, there were also some real or fake blood charms for sale.

   "Have you heard?"

"The Blood Demon Palace has been captured! It was Gu Tailang, our upright hero, who took the shot. One by one, he killed from the Blood Prison Valley to the Blood God Palace, and from the Blood God Palace to the Calamity Volcano. In front of the owner of the Blood Demon Palace Zhou’s face, took away the blood of the ancient god, then laughed three times, and walked away!” In the wasteland world, in a bar with a strong doomsday punk style, two orthodox monks were sitting in front of the bar, One of them was holding a glass of expired rum, chatting about the hottest topic in recent days.

   "No! How did I hear that there are shadows of the Ten Demon Sects?" Another monk said.

"The Ten Demon Sects are just rats in the ditch. What kind of climate can they become? At best, they are in it, and they have played some dishonorable and despicable roles. The most powerful one is Gu Tailang... You said that Gu Tailang got the blood of the ancient gods, How powerful will it be in the future? Will it break the destiny and ascend to immortality?" The previous monk who spoke was stubborn.

   It's just that he didn't pay attention to the occasion when he spoke.

  So a monk from the Ten Demon Sect who passed by behind picked up the wine bottle and gave him a headshot.

  The bar quickly became lively.

  Those aborigine girls who were posing on the stage, untied the few equipments, and twisted their bodies enchantingly, couldn't attract much attention.

  The manic atmosphere exaggerates the hustle and bustle in the bar.

   Righteous way, Demonic way, Loose Cultivator... are all in this vortex, fighting together.

  On the stage, several aboriginal band singers sang "Immortals" enthusiastically, cheering for those who were wrestling and tearing.

   “Our existence is defined by others.”

   "And yet the definition vainly binds itself."

   "Although I often behave badly and misbehavior."

   "But no action will be in vain."

   At this time, only a few, very few, very few people noticed the changes in the sky, the changes in the world, and the extra smell in the air.

  The nostalgic but long-awaited taste.

  Song Qingwen pushed open the window of the study room on the top floor of the castle and stood at the window.

  Beside a large astronomical telescope, he put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, and then spit out a mouthful of white mist.

"is coming!"

  The singing in the bar continued, penetrating through the door and glass windows, and flying outside the window and in the sky, under the haze.

   "I'll be that."

   "Watcher of the Eternal Flame."

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