Ke Xiaoliang is perfect and gets out.

But in the ruins of the Blood Demon Palace, the roars have never stopped.

The blood of the ancient god was taken away, the blood cloud collapsed, and most of the main buildings of the Blood Demon Palace were all based on the blood cloud and naturally collapsed together.

Now, in the ruins of the Fiord of the Tribulation Volcano, among the ruins of the ground, a large number of corpses of low-level monks in the Blood Demon Palace have been scattered all over the ground and have not been cleaned yet.

The collapse of the blood nest, the drainage of the blood pool, the collapse and despair of various secret realms.

The tangible, intangible, estimable, and unestimated losses, superimposed together, are a burning rage that keeps burning and swinging in the hearts of the monks in the Blood Demon Palace, as if they will never be extinguished.

It stirs up their anger and makes them mad.

"Report to the Palace Master, the righteous monks who took the opportunity to make trouble have already caught some of them. From their mouths, the truth of the matter was roughly restored." Elder Ding Chen led several disciples of the Blood Demon Palace to quickly shuttle through the ruins, bypassing a broken carving railing, and then reported to the palace master Li Xingzhou sitting in the ruins at the door of the broken Blood Demon Hall.

"Say!" Li Xingzhou covered his forehead with his hands, and blood-colored lines spread between his eyebrows, twisting into complex symbols.

This symbol does not flash, it seems to be emitting some special message.

"The one responsible for letting them out and then creating chaos is Ke Xiaoliang, a disciple of the Ten Demon Sect." Ding Chen said first.

Li Xingzhou snorted coldly and said angrily: "It's indeed those dirty and despicable guys from the Ten Demon Sects."

Ding Chenyin did not refute the words of his palace master, waiting for Li Xingzhou's anger to suppress and calm himself down.

"You continue to say." Li Xingzhou said.

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

"Does the Palace Master still remember Gu Tailang?"

Li Xingzhou said: "That Gu Tailang who is bloody in his sword? I remember... he was detained on the tenth floor of Blood Prison Valley..."

"Wait... What do you mean is that he stole the blood of the ancient god?"

Ding Chenyin nodded and said, "There is a great possibility. Because it is not difficult to draw conclusions from the oral narratives of those righteous monks... There is something wrong with this Gu Tailang, and he has already made plans. It is not just that he started to make plans in a while, but he started to make plans in one day."

"The only question now is...Why did Gu Tailang know that the blood of the ancient god is under the Blood Prison Valley? And he also knows how to use our teleportation array, and can delete and modify some of the formation runes in it very clearly. This is a secret thing that only the palace master can fully know."

Li Xingzhou's expression changed several times when he heard this.

Regarding Gu Tailang, are there some old stories about the Blood Demon Palace entangled in it? This is what he doesn't want to say explicitly.

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

Ding Chenyin wanted to say something else? But he thought about it and was silent for a moment. Then he followed the conversation and said, "The blood machine only calculated that Gu Tailang is still alive. But the nine heavens and ten earths... can no longer find his trace, as if he is no longer in this world."

"The Talisman of the Deception of the Sky is the Thieves Sect." Li Xingzhou said inexplicably but firmly.

"Send people to search for the monks of the Thieves and Heaven Sect? I want to find their mountain gate? Then... regain the blood of the ancient gods and let them pay their blood debts!" ​​Li Xingzhou roared violently.

In the ruins of the entire Blood Demon Palace, a large number of blood shadows were flying. Countless Blood Demon Sect cultivators were busy.

I'm afraid that for a while, they are all busy.

And the Blood Demon Palace was broken into the mountain gate? Destroy the garrison.

At the same time, the news that the blood of the ancient god was stolen began to spread rapidly throughout the entire world of practice.

Blood Demon Palace··The super sect, one of the five great ancestral courts of the Demonic Way? He actually encountered such a humiliation that never happened in a thousand years.

To others, it's a huge joke.

Especially the monks of the righteous path are even more fond of such jokes.

Ordinary monks at the bottom of the class made this matter into jokes after dinner? They were laughing all kinds of jokes.

A similar trend? It is even spreading rapidly towards the gourd.

Wasteland World? Now it has accommodated more monks.

There are more than one million monks in resident groups.

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

They all want to seize the opportunity and compete with other opponents.

Before the blood talisman is rotten? Capture the market first and regain more benefits.

All kinds of rumors and news about the wasteland world, the divine world and the high martial world have also been in full swing through the publicity of these sects.

Even monks who have never entered the gourd world can tell you some wonders about the wasteland world and the divine world.

In the monk market where Ke Xiaoliang passed by, there were also some real or fake blood talismans selling.

"Have you heard of it?"

"The Blood Demon Palace was captured! The one who took action was Gu Tailang, the heroic senior of the righteous path. He killed from the Blood Prison Valley to the Blood God Temple, and from the Blood God Temple to the Tribulation Volcano. In front of the palace master of the Blood Demon Palace, Li Xingzhou, he took away the blood of the ancient god, and then laughed three times and left!" In the wasteland world, in a bar with a strong doomsday punk style, two righteous path monks sat in front of the bar, holding a glass of expired rum in their hands, chatting about the hottest topics in recent days.

"No! Why did I hear that there is also the shadow of the Ten Demon Sect?" said another monk.

"The Ten Demon Sect is just a mouse in the ditch. What kind of climate can it become? At best, it plays a disgraceful and despicable role. The one who is powerful is Gu Tailang... How powerful will Gu Tailang get the blood of the ancient gods in the future? Will he break the destiny and ascend to become an immortal?" The former monk who spoke was stubborn.

But he was really not paying attention to the occasion when he spoke.

So a passing monk from the Ten Demon Sect caught a bottle of wine and then shot him in the head.

The bar soon became lively.

Those indigenous girls who were posing on the stage, unbuttoning their own few equipment, and twisting their delicate bodies could no longer attract much attention.

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

The righteous path, the devil path, and the casual cultivators are all fighting in this vortex.

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

“Our existence is defined by others.”

"But that definition lies in vain."

"Although my every move is often bad and misconduct."

"But every action will not go in vain."

At this time, there were only a few, very few, and very few people who noticed the changes in the sky, the changes in the world, and the smells that came out in the air.

That nostalgic but already far away.

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

Next to a large astronomical telescope, he put his hands in his pocket in his white coat, and then spit out a mouthful of white mist.

"I'm here!"

The singing in the bar continued, penetrated the doors and glass windows, and spread its wings and flew under the haze outside the windows and the sky.

“I will be that.”

"The Watcher of the Flames."
Chapter completed!