Chapter 419 Why stop? (seeking subscription)

  Li Xingzhou didn't hide. If he hides once in full view of the public, he will hide for a lifetime.

  So he chose hard resistance.

   Even now, he is still determined, and he is by no means weaker than Ke Xiaoliang when he exerts his full strength.

  The collision of punches happened in an instant.

   Moments later, there was a bang.

   Li Xingzhou exploded again.

  This time...he was fried even more finely.

  If Ke Xiaoliang hadn't intentionally saved his hand, the spirit in every drop of blood in Li Xingzhou's body would be wiped out completely, to the point of death.

  Li Xingzhou thought he had a chance.

  But he doesn’t understand at all, he knows it, and Ke Xiaoliang knows it too.

  Ke Xiaoliang will, but he may not.

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

   What did he win?

  Confident?

   It will be extremely difficult for Li Xingzhou to recover this time.

  Some blood drops that contained the soul fragments of Li Xingzhou quickly seeped into the ground, and then escaped from this place with the technique of earth escape.

  Li Xingzhou has already lost... completely.

  Maybe he won't have the courage to come to challenge again.

  As the battle between Li Xingzhou and Ke Xiaoliang ended, the situation on the battlefield began to change.

  The monks of the Ten Demon Sects began a massive counterattack.

  The monks of the Blood Demon Palace, however, had no intention of fighting and retreated one after another.

  As for the Primordial Spirit monks dispatched from the Gorefiend Palace, they were also closely watched by the Primordial Spirit cultivators of the Ten Demon Sects.

  No matter how heavy the casualties were in the battle on the battlefield, these old devils were only demonstrating and intimidating each other, but they didn't take any action. They participated in the chaos and seemed to be dying.

  Theoretically, Primordial Spirit cultivators have achieved longevity in a certain sense.

  Even if it is impossible to become a fairy or a demon, and the body decays after many years, the primordial spirit can regain the body through direct reincarnation or seizing the body, and continue to live until the five decays of heaven and man, and the soul burns out.

  Therefore, Yuanshen monks cherish force more than ordinary monks.

   Unless necessary, they will not go to war easily.

   At this time, the power of the Holy Sect is withdrawing from the battlefield.

   Li Xingzhou has been 'defeated'.

   Blood Demon Palace will no longer have his place.

  Seeing that it has become impossible to capture the ten demon sects, the benefits promised by Li Xingzhou are naturally in vain.

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

  The battle lasted for another half a day.

  Finally above the sky, the Primordial Spirit monks of the two factions seemed to have reached an agreement.

  The voices of the Eight Ominous Old Men came down from the sky and fell to the entire chaotic battlefield.

   "Stop it all!"

   "This farce! It's over!" said the eight fierce old man.

  Obviously at this moment, regarding the attack on the Ten Demon Sects by the Blood Demon Palace, the Yuanshen monks of the Ten Demon Sects, after eating and drinking, defined it as a farce!

   Even on the mountain of corpses, there are still a large number of corpses of disciples who died defending the Ten Demon Sects, and they are not completely cold yet.

  Even within the mountain gate, the blood sprinkled all over the path is still warm.

  But... in the eyes of these aloof soul monks, this is a farce.

  The Ten Demon Sects are still their Ten Demon Sects.

  The Blood Demon Palace is still the Blood Demon Palace.

   There is no enmity between life and death, and there is no old grudge that cannot be resolved.

  If one party is in trouble, the other party will definitely try to take advantage of it, and if it can find an opportunity to eliminate it...Naturally, it will not be relentless.

  However, at this moment, we are still good friends and fellow Mozong.

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

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

   "Slapstick?"

"End?"

"Who said that! Disciples, I, Ke Xiaoliang, in the name of the seventy-fourth suzerain of the ten demon sects, ordered... to kill all the cubs of the blood demon palace here! No one will be left behind." Ke Xiaoliang's voice, Overwhelming the voice of the Eight Fierce Old Man, it reverberated between the mountains and roared between the heaven and the earth.

  Those disciples of the Ten Demon Sects who had dim eyes and expressions of grief and anger raised their heads one after another, looking at their suzerain standing on the top of the mountain with dark clouds hovering above their heads.

   Then... Cheers!

   Then he held up his weapons and magic weapons, and continued to kill those disciples of the Blood Demon Palace who only knew how to flee. Compared with the old devils who have become monsters, the little devils still have a passion for murder, arson, poisoning, robbery and love to provoke right and wrong.

  In this mountain gate, there are still people and things that they can cherish.

  Ba Ji angrily sent a voice transmission to Ke Xiaoliang: "Ke Xiaoliang! What are you doing?"

   "This battle is over!"

"The Blood Demon Palace agreed to cede the three kingdoms of Donglin, Xutu, and Baisheng to us ten demon sects, and at the same time hand over various spiritual materials and treasures. There are also several treasures that are magically useful for monks of the soul. This is already what we can The biggest benefit you have fought for, what else do you have to be dissatisfied with?"

   It seemed that there was a pause for a while, and Bajiu communicated with others for a while.

Then he sent a voice transmission to Ke Xiaoliang: "Your current cultivation base and means are not weaker than Yuanshen, and I can give you a share of the benefits you get. Hurry up and let those disciples stop! This matter. "You listen to us, don't mess around!"

  Ke Xiaoliang turned a deaf ear to it, and continued to connive at the ten demon sect monks chasing and killing the blood demon palace monks.

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

   "Once the Yuanshen cultivator of the Blood Demon Palace makes a move, the matter will be irreparable. Although you have the power comparable to the Yuanshen... you are not the Yuanshen after all!"

   "All the gods attack together, you will die!" The eight murderers threatened Ke Xiaoliang.

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

   "Also... to resist the invasion of foreign enemies, you, as the elders, do not take action. After the matter is over, the supply that the sect should have given to you... you have no hope!"

   Ke Xiaoliang said sarcastically.

   The Eight Fiends roared angrily, and they no longer even used secret sound transmission.

   "Okay! If you want to be so self-willed, then die!"

   "If you can survive this time, what's the problem if you don't take the offering?"

  Obviously, the Primordial Spirit cultivators of the Ten Demon Sects, such as the Eight Fiends, didn't think at all that Ke Xiaoliang could survive the encirclement of the Primordial Spirit cultivators of the Blood Demon Palace.

   The voice just fell.

  The sky changed color.

  The originally thick dark clouds were rendered bright red in an instant.

  A blood-colored sun unexpectedly rose in that thick blood cloud.

  A vision of a mighty sea of ​​blood was born between the sky and the earth, and countless blood-colored monsters began to fly out of the clouds, then stood in a formation, arranged formations, and locked Ke Xiaoliang firmly in it.

  The mighty energy of heaven and earth was frozen by a mysterious force, as if frozen into the stiffest ice.

  The method of martial arts that swallows the energy of the world and the earth is locked in advance.

  Ke Xiaoliang didn’t transform, and he didn’t have nesting dolls.

   Instead, they hold knives and swords in both hands.

  For any swordsman or swordsman, the extremely precious and rare sword intent and sword intent constantly entangled and climbed in Ke Xiaoliang's body.

  Knife and sword are like twins, like yin and yang.

  In an instant, swords and swords crossed the entire sky.

   cutting through the thick and mighty sea of ​​blood.

  Ke Xiaoliang's figure also completed thousands of jumps in an instant.

   One person forms an array, and the mysteries of sword and saber techniques are gathered in the array.

   Then turned with a bang.

  In the end, only simple killing and cutting are left!

   During the killing and cutting, several blood-colored primordial spirits with strange shapes appeared in the clouds, looking at Ke Xiaoliang angrily.

  The powerful Yuan magnetic power blocked the space.

  Let these visuospatial barriers be like nothing, unable to jump away and pull away from the scene.

  (end of this chapter)