Chapter 394 New Changes (for subscription)

  The news of Li Xingzhou's return to the Blood Demon Palace spread throughout the practice world in a short time.

   It’s not just this news, Li Xingzhou uses Qi and Blood Martial Arts to make up for the lack of inspiration and weak killing skills of the monks in the Blood Demon Palace, which has also become precious information in the hands of many people.

   "The way of the devil... will be chaotic! Good thing!" The monks of the righteous way are so happy to see these monks of the way of the way of magic bite dogs.

  Blood Demon Palace and Ten Demon Sects, it would be best if both sides suffer, that would be good.

  In order not to miss such an opportunity, some sects that have been committed to eradicating demonic ways have also begun to quietly accumulate energy and wait for the opportunity.

  As for the Ten Demon Sects, after hearing the news, the elders who had complained about the construction of the three floating islands also actively cooperated.

  Although Ke Xiaoliang has slapped the Blood Demon Palace's face several times, the power accumulated by a ten thousand-year-old faction is still not so easy to disappear.

"Qi and blood martial arts, after being deduced to the point where dripping blood conceives the gods, he stopped moving forward. Is it because Li Xingzhou's potential is not enough, or he thinks he can do it again, so he is a little drifting?" Ke Xiaoliang had left Gao In the world of martial arts, a feeling was born.

   "However, if this person doesn't give any sweetness, and blindly suppresses it forcefully, I'm afraid it will be useless!"

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

"In this way, we can also use the knife of the Blood Demon Palace to test the depths of the old ghosts of the Ten Demon Sects, and find out their depths." Ke Xiaoliang sat cross-legged on the black jade bed, the true energy in his body circulated Pentium like the sea.

  In the Lingtai, the Qingyun formed by mana also swelled to a wider extent.

  At this time, Ke Xiaoliang has reached the fifty-fifth level of Qi training.

  Of course, compared to the rapid progress in the past, now relying on the massive resources of the Ten Demon Sects to provide cultivation, the progress is quite 'slow'.

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

  But for someone who is used to rapid progress, if he is asked to practice step by step, he will inevitably find it boring.

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

   "After all, martial arts have been introduced for so long, and those indigenous powerhouses who have evolved on their own in the world don't mention it. Can't the monks who have tasted the sweetness go further?"

   "Still lack of motivation, need some help from me?" Ke Xiaoliang thought in his heart.

  Then, the pre-prepared introduction will quietly fall into the world of high martial arts.

  Everything happens naturally, everything changes naturally.

  The rivers and lakes are in trouble again, people in the rivers and lakes, don't think about any peace.

  Nie Kuang rode a Yulin Cong BMW with the blood of an alien beast, and has already galloped nearly two thousand miles at a rapid speed, almost crossing half of the river and lake.

   At this time, the BMW under him had already started to foam at the mouth, and he was looking exhausted.

  But now, the place to go is very close.

In less than a hundred miles, there is Liangjiezhuang, and in Liangjiezhuang, there is a newly-emerged righteous master Ying Baiqiu, the owner of Liangjiezhuang. man of.

  Of course this Ying Baiqiu has a real identity.

   That is the master of Jianzong!

   Only with such an identity can he restrain those monks and take charge of a martial arts leader.

   Otherwise, no matter how big the name is, to those monks, it is just the self-pleasure of the natives in a small world.

  Yu Lincong stopped at the bank of a high cliff. The distance between the two cliffs would have been the same as in the past, and the horse under Nie Kuang's seat could easily leap over.

   But now, it has traveled too far, exhausted.

   "Rush over!" Nie Kuang urged, patting the horse's neck.

  Under the blessing of Nie Kuang's true energy, the horse jumped over a high cliff with a width of twenty feet, and then landed on the opposite bank, but its front knee gave up. Nie Kuang flew up and landed on the treetops on the grass blades, but he didn't end up with the big white horse, rolling all over the ground with mud.

  Suddenly, there was a sound of hunting clothes sleeves.

  The sound of hitting the wooden fish seemed to come from all directions, surrounding Nie Kuang.

   "The benefactor is willing to spoil such a good horse, but what is the important thing to do?" Amidst the wooden fish's voice, a somewhat dull voice came from all directions.

  Nie Kuang's eyebrows were full of hostility, and he reached out and pulled out the sharp sword at his waist.

   This saber is one of the most powerful weapons in the world. It used to be the top of the martial arts world, but as the people who use it no longer stand alone in the martial arts world, the prestige of this saber is greatly reduced.

A monk in tattered cassock, looking at a big ironwood fish, walked out from the wild smoky grass, his head was still wrapped with some spider silk, and his eyebrows were still stained with grass clippings, but Nie Kuang was already engrossed in it. , holding a knife in both hands.

  Just because of the Buddhist monk who came to block the way in front of him, whose dharma name is 'Wooden Fish'.

  A ruthless character who rose suddenly, but killed seven great masters in a row, and all of them only needed one punch.

   "If the master wants to compete with me, Nie will definitely accompany him. It's just that Nie has important matters today, so I'm afraid I can't delay here with the master!" Nie Kuang said to the monk.

  Monk Muyu said: "It is a matter of being entrusted by others to be loyal to others! Monk, I have received enlightenment from the Mongolian benefactor, and this is how I can do the work I do today. How can I let you spoil the great event of the ancient benefactor?"

   "Today, at this moment, since I am here, Monk, then the blood of your Nie family will be cut off!"

   As soon as the voice fell, the monk had already made a move.

  Behind him appeared a bald Dharma figure covered in black and green and shaped like an evil ghost.

  If you want to say that this is the appearance of a demon Buddha, it is a bit higher... At best, it is the appearance of a ghost monk or a demon monk.

   Even so, once the Faxiang is opened, it is by no means an ordinary grand master can deal with it.

  Nie Kuang took a step back, slashing vigorously with knives in both hands.

  The sword light in his hand spanned tens of meters, and he was the first to slash towards the real body of Monk Muyu.

   Bang!

  Two extremely powerful qi collided in mid-air.

  The powerful counter-shock force came back, Nie Kuang Kuang retreated a few steps, and fell off the cliff under his feet.

  The wooden fish monk threw out the iron wooden fish in his hand, and threw it heavily towards Nie Kuang who fell down the cliff.

   At this moment, Yu Lincong, who had been stranded on the ground, suddenly got up and rammed headlong towards the iron wood fish.

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

   But because of this, it blocked the iron wood fish.

  Nie Kuang, who fell down the cliff, has already fallen into the icy river and disappeared at the bottom of the cold river.

  Monk Muyu held the Dharma and stood on the river.

   Stretch out the hands of the Dharma Prime Minister to hold up a large area of ​​river water.

  There was no sign of Nie Kuang at the bottom of the river.

   "I let you escape!"

   "But you can't hide!"

   "Let's listen to the monk chanting!"

  After speaking, the monk took care of his own Dharma appearance, sat cross-legged on the river, beat the iron wood fish, and began to chant sutras.

  Just his recitation of this scripture has the power to wither and wither all things.

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

  The fish and shrimps at the bottom of the river, and even the old **** in the mud, were all shaken out, turning up one after another on the water surface, densely packed....

  Just doing the meritorious deeds this time does not have the compassionate heart that a monk should have at all.

   What can I say...I'm sick again!

   Started taking medicine in the morning, sleeping, and groggy, and it hasn’t improved until now.

   I struggled to write a chapter, and finally got together two chapters today!

   Not counting opening the skylight!

   That's all! Take a break first, there is no update today!

   Continue until tomorrow is better!

   The body is really too weak...Although I do exercise, it is difficult to persist, and I can't build meritorious deeds in a day!

   I just hope that all book friends, stay healthy and don't pull your hips like waste paper.

Goodnight everybody!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)