Chapter 393 Bravery of qi and blood, mastery of martial arts (subscription required)

  What Li Xingzhou said was extremely arrogant.

   Among the five ancestral families of the Demon Sect, the Blood Demon Palace has always been ranked at the bottom.

  Now as the ‘master of the Blood Demon Palace? ’, Li Xingzhou actually said the words of cutting off the inheritance of the Ten Demon Sects.

  Of course, if you just let it go... that's fine.

  Although Li Xingzhou is hundreds of years old, who hasn't been young and frivolous?

   "Okay! If the Palace Master has this ambition, I, Ma Hengshan, will be appointed as a pawn, and together with the Palace Master, I will flatten the mountain of corpses!" An elder of the Blood Demon Palace... the iron rods of Li Xingzhou from before, shouted immediately.

   This is the Blood Demon Palace, not the Ten Demon Sect.

  So even the elders are not necessarily full of tricks.

   There are still a few honest and reckless people.

  Especially... the characteristics of the Gorefiend Palace amplify some simple characters.

   Someone responded, and immediately someone followed.

  In the Gorefiend Hall, there was an uproar in an instant.

  Whether it is true or false, at least they shouted the slogan loudly.

   After Li Xingzhou came back from his 'experience', he watched the 'funny' performances of these elders, and felt that it was full of irony.

   "How could I have thought that they were reliable before, and that by leading such a group of people, I would be able to achieve great achievements in the way of magic?" Li Xingzhou thought to himself, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

  Perhaps it was due to martial arts, after refining the fist into every drop of blood, he successfully released his suppressed wisdom.

  Li Xingzhou began to think about many problems that he had never thought about before.

   "Okay! Shut up!"

   "The Ten Demon Sects have been prepared for a long time. If we rush into it so rashly, we won't get any advantage."

   "If we want to attack the ten demon sects to avenge our hatred, stop the shame in one battle, and make people in the world dare not despise our Blood Demon Palace, then we have to show some prestige and style."

   Having said this, Li Xingzhou paused.

   Then he said to the empty part of the main hall: "Patriarch Xuemeng! Please show up for a while, I have something important to discuss with you while sailing."

  A blood-colored figure suddenly appeared at the side of the long table, and then looked at Li Xingzhou with cold eyes. There was no kindness in his expression... only obvious fear.

  He did not take the initiative to report.

  How did Li Xingzhou know it was him?

  Li Xingzhou said: "I was lucky enough to meet the Patriarch decades ago, and I remembered the taste of the Patriarch's blood. Now that it has been many years, I will not forget it."

   Xue Meng heard the words, not only did not show the slightest joy, but his expression became more gloomy.

  Li Xingzhou ignored it, but sat on the main seat, and said to the elders present: "After half an hour, I will beat the blood drum and call all the disciples to the Blood Demon Square to announce something."

   "Elders, before that, you can think about your respective positions first, and then let me see your sincerity."

   Talked to the point, but never said it thoroughly.

   Even the elders suspected that Li Xingzhou was playing tricks.

  It's just... Li Xingzhou punched He Yunxiang just now, but it was indeed a bit weird.

  Although He Yunxiang's performance has not been as good as Li Xingzhou's, he is not far behind.

  Li Xingzhou was able to blow He Yunxiang to pieces with one punch, which showed that his strength had at least crushed a large class of He Yunxiang.

  During half an hour, many elders began to lick their faces and talk to Li Xingzhou. They said beautiful things verbally, but they didn't see much of their actual surrender.

   It was his old team who finally took refuge in Li Xingzhou.

  When the time came, Li Xingzhou beat the blood drum.

   There were twenty-eight strikes in total.

   This is second only to the sound transmission of the blood drum with the highest thirty-six rings.

  When the thirty-six rings sound, it must be a matter of the survival of the entire orthodoxy.

  Often, even the elders who heard the sound of the drum cannot be ignored and must arrive in time.

  The drum beat for three breaths, and after twenty-eight beats, the entire Gorefiend Square was already full of crowded heads.

  Li Xingzhou stood on the blood cloud pillar, looking down at the disciples of the Blood Demon Palace.

  All the disciples also saw Li Xingzhou, so they inevitably started buzzing and discussing below.

  Li Xingzhou did not rush to speak, but glanced across the entire Gorefiend Palace with dissatisfaction in his expression.

  The current monks in the Blood Demon Palace, although they seem to be the same as before, are full of laziness, sloppyness and lack of self-confidence.

   This can't be hidden in front of Li Xingzhou, who has already mastered his fists.

  With a cold face, he punched the air hard.

   Without consuming a single bit of true energy or mana, the punch that was simply punched with intent and strength created a huge wind pressure and swept across the entire square.

  A large number of unprepared and unsteady monks were swept down to the ground.

   "All the disciples who fell to the ground and pushed and shoved, get out of the square immediately! This opportunity has nothing to do with you!" Li Xingzhou said coldly.

  A large number of disciples began to leave the venue unwillingly.

  Although he didn't know what the 'opportunity' Li Xingzhou was talking about.

   But others stayed, they were kicked out... This is a kind of self-esteem bruise.

  The number of people on the square instantly decreased by half.

  Many elders following behind Li Xingzhou looked ugly.

  Because most of the disciples who left the field came from their disciples.

  And what's more coincidental is... those elders who took refuge in Li Xingzhou before, their disciples were mostly kept.

   It would be too coincidental to say it was a coincidence.

  Li Xingzhou looked at the remaining disciples, although he was still a little dissatisfied, but he was no longer critical.

   Instead, he said: "My Blood Demon Palace has been established for thousands of years, and it is a rare big faction in the world. But since the blood of the ancient gods was stolen, it has been sluggish."

   "This is my Palace Master's fault, but it's also everyone's fault!"

   "The Blood Demon Palace is everyone's Blood Demon Palace, not Li Xingzhou's. Protecting its face and interests is closely related to everyone, not just Li Xingzhou."

   Speaking of this, Li Xingzhou's tone turned low: "How long has it been since you all drank blood?"

   "How long has it been since you tasted the fresh blood of a young girl and practiced with the blood of a boy?"

   These words are really painful.

  The remaining monks from the Blood Demon Palace all showed expressions of resentment and unwillingness.

  The 'extravagance' that used to be, is no longer available now.

   What is used for daily practice is only the muddy blood of some rough old men, and even the blood of those old people who are over seventy or eighty years old and have already become extremely muddy.

  This is unbearable for the cultivators of the Blood Demon Palace.

   "Since I'm back, everything will change. My Palace Master promises you that I will definitely sweep away the wind of exhaustion and bring the Blood Demon Palace back to its peak."

   Speaking of this, Li Xingzhou sank into his dantian, and shouted: "Everyone! Today, I, Li Xingzhou, will change my ten-thousand-year-old law of the Blood Demon Palace, and make up for the last shortcoming that my monks in the Blood Demon Palace lack."

   "Today, I will let everyone see what it is... Qi and Blood Martial Arts, Martial Dao is supernatural!"

   After the voice fell, Li Xingzhou opened his fist and let the blood flow out, but his blood looked like crystal gems, and like flowing grease, with a strong cohesion, exuding attractive magic power.

  The elders who followed him swallowed subconsciously, and suddenly developed a strong appetite for their palace lord.

   Li Xingzhou looked calm, and then punched the square for the second time.

   This time, the fist wind passed by, and a blood-colored thick fog swept the square.

   Wisps of blood split out and poured into the foreheads of those disciples.

   Into their blood.

   Plant the seeds of blood martial arts for them.

   Li Xingzhou obviously didn't have such good intentions, and directly taught the method of cultivation.

   Instead, he uses his own blood and martial arts to forcibly open the door for these blood demon palace monks to practice martial arts with blood and nurture the true meaning of martial arts.

  Although taking a shortcut in this way, the success or failure of these disciples is tied to Li Xingzhou alone.

  If you sail hard, everyone will succeed.

  If Li Xingzhou is defeated, everyone will be defeated.

  (end of this chapter)