Chapter 413 Zongmen War (for subscription)

  At the outskirts of the corpse mountain where the ten demon sects are located, the battle has lasted all night.

  Even with the strong support of the Holy Worship Sect, the Blood Demon Palace still has not broken through the gates of the Ten Demon Sects.

  Although the monks in the Blood Demon Palace have practiced Qi and Blood Martial Arts to make up for the problem of not being too strong in attack power, they are still short of practice after all.

   And the monks of the Ten Demon Sects are not vegetarians either.

  Of course, in the process of resisting the invasion of foreign enemies, the three floating islands that Ke Xiaoliang proposed to gather the strength of the entire sect also played a very important role.

   "Where's the suzerain?"

   "Where is the suzerain at this time?" Elder Suishan shouted loudly in the heart demon hall.

  At the same time, some elders who had always been dissatisfied with Ke Xiaoliang began to question him.

   It's just that they are not as 'outstanding' as Elder Suishan, and they leave some room for questioning, and their tone is not so strong.

  Elder Shaoyang said with a blank expression: "The suzerain is retreating, and the blood demon palace uses the technique of winning life to make the suzerain face life and death in advance. At this time, the suzerain may not have time to take care of the battle outside the mountain gate."

   These words seem to be explaining for Ke Xiaoliang, but the taste is not quite right.

Another elder said more directly: "The suzerain is no longer in the ten demon sects. If we want to resist powerful enemies, we have to work **** our own. We don't have to rely on the suzerain. Besides, when do we ten demon sects need one person?" Is the disadvantage of saving sect still there? There is no big difference between having one person and not having one person.”

Song Qingwen interjected at this time: "The Blood Demon Palace has already sacrificed 30,000 people outside the sect, and more mortals will be sacrificed by them in the future. They obviously want to create a **** evil place outside the sect." , Turn our home field into their home field. Therefore, passive defense is not advisable, we must form a team, go straight to the vital points of the Blood Demon Palace and the Holy Sect, and eliminate the most difficult opponents."

   This is certainly pertinent and cuts to the point. Compared with the previous meaningless intrigues, it is more necessary to be true, but... it is not like Song Qingwen's level.

  In the main hall, many eyes glanced at Song Qingwen.

  A moment later, Elder Qiantong seemed to have discovered something first, showing a mysterious smile.

   Then two or three elders realized that the name 'Song Qingwen' on the main hall was not the real Song Qingwen, but a disguised form of Song Qingwen's disciple.

  Besides the Zongmen, the three floating islands that could only be said to have been created in the first place are already in dilapidated condition. Most of the 'scenery' that Ke Xiaoliang admired quite a lot has now been destroyed.

  Xu Tianchuan was directing his disciples to quickly shuttle between the three islands, sewing everywhere.

  And some formations and organs that are still in the experimental stage are all opened to resist foreign enemies.

  The **** sky filled the air.

  Those **** monks who were not afraid of death and rushed forward angrily made the scalps of the Ten Demon Sect disciples who were defending against foreign enemies numb.

  On the battlefield, the monks of the Blood Demon Palace used their almost 'immortality' characteristics to show the monks of the Ten Demon Sects their strength and confidence as one of the ancestral families of martial arts and demons.

   They are not in vain.

   It's just a coincidence that Ke Xiaoliang hit the soft spot twice in a row.

   What's more troublesome is that a large number of monks in the Blood Demon Palace have given up attacks such as spells and incantations, magic weapons, and talismans, and turned to martial arts.

  Once they get close to them, the tyrannical Qi and blood martial arts combined with the fearless fighting style, a large number of Ten Demon Sect monks will not be able to survive a few rounds, and they will be killed quickly.

  The monks of the Ten Devil Sects, unlike the monks of the Blood Demon Palace, were broken into pieces and could be reborn in the blood pool, at most they were only a little weaker.

   It seems like a 'see-saw' situation, but it has actually started to slide in a direction that is unfavorable to the Ten Demon Sects.

  On the top of the mountains, star falls in the lake.

  Yang Zhenzhen curled up in Ke Xiaoliang's embrace.

  Little face was flushed, and the hair on his forehead was still sticky with beads of sweat.

  The trembling big baby is still under someone's claws, changing its cute shape wantonly.

"Bad guy! Great devil! Didn't you say that the Ten Demon Sects are being attacked by the Blood Demon Palace now? Don't you, the suzerain...don't have to rush back?" Yang Zhenzhen said so, but died with both arms. Wrapping tightly around Ke Xiaoliang's waist, as if trying to tie him tightly.

Ke Xiaoliang saw through Yang Zhenzhen's simple and careful thinking, and didn't expose it, but explained as if he didn't notice: "The ten demon sects are very strong! It can even be said to be the best in the world, or the number one in peeping. But why is it just The second of the five great evil ways, the ranking among the world's righteous and evil ways, is not included in the top three? Or even relatively low?"

  Yang Zhenzhen stared at Ke Xiaoliang with big, confused eyes.

  At this time, the magic dragon spewed water again, and its claws attacked the heart-cracking agar.

  The seemingly simple and quiet dialogue is actually dark and turbulent, and it is by no means simple.

"Because people's hearts are very complicated and their minds are very chaotic. Everyone has their own calculations and plans. Among them, those who are sincerely sects, if one or two out of ten... that is the time when the Ten Demon Sects are at their peak. Therefore It is not only useless, but harmful for me, the suzerain, to go back at this time. Those old foxes will definitely try their best to run on me, and then let me face the attack of the Blood Demon Palace alone, and let me be a hero."

"Although I have no fear, I am not afraid, but I don't like being used by them. Let them feel the determination of the Blood Demon Palace first. When they really start to reflect, I will go back. At that time...they may Will compromise more with me."

  Ke Xiaoliang narrated his own thoughts, only concealing four-fifths of them.

  Yang Zhenzhen didn't even listen to one-fifth of what was revealed.

  Because she was really having trouble breathing.

  If a person's entire weight is concentrated in three positions, and then she does not rely on any spells to volley, then she will definitely be very strenuous and nervous.

   What's more, at this moment Ke Xiaoliang is stepping on the branch of an ancient pine tree that protruded from the cliff.

  Below is the cliff, the white clouds are long, and the depth of the valley is not visible.

  The top of the head is the breeze and the morning sun, sprinkled on the body that is closest to the natural state. Under the refraction of sweat beads, the body as white as jade shines like a goddess in the sun.

  The tenacity of the ancient pine endowed Ke Xiaoliang with a lighter power, and the strength and arrogance of Qi and blood martial arts are vividly displayed at this moment.

  The control over every muscle, the mastery of every point of strength, seems to allow Ke Xiaoliang to be able to retract freely, be as big or small as he likes, and be as straight as he wants without resorting to any extra means.

   Suddenly Yang Zhenzhen let out a sharp scream.

  Ke Xiaoliang laughed loudly, and wrote a poem: "Flying down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way falls nine days!"

   "True! With your blessing, when I return to the Ten Demon Sect, I will definitely kill all those fragments of armor in the Blood Demon Palace."

  Yang Zhenzhen didn't want to talk anymore, her shyness and powerlessness came in waves like a tide.

   "With the defense of the three floating islands, we can last until sunset at most... so I have to rush back before then."

"Otherwise, it would be troublesome if the floating islands were completely demolished. Now that the disciples of the Ten Demon Sects see the necessity of the floating islands, they will invest more time, energy and resources. At the same time, some The design I am satisfied with can also be remade. Even so... I don't want to completely destroy the three floating islands and start from scratch."

  (end of this chapter)