An outer disciple has such strength. If it weren't for the high-level officials of the Ten Demon Sect, they did not know how to cherish talents.

That is, this person intentionally concealed his cultivation and strength, and he had long been ill-intentioned.

If it is placed here and now, under this pattern, of course it is the latter.

Qianbian and Hundred Demon Lords took action at the same time to interfere with the operation and personnel of the Ten Demon Sects, not for the small Ten Demon Sects.

For them, it is not important to obtain the Ten Demon Sects.

What’s important is that Ke Xiaoliang is here.

They want to try it out. When they lifted Ke Xiaoliang's side of the bed, what kind of reaction would Ke Xiaoliang give.

Will you be angry and then end up in person?

If Ke Xiaoliang did this, he would have already entered the trap of Thousand Blades and Hundred Pianos.

As for how many people will be sacrificed and how many people will die in this process, these are never within the scope of consideration.

"Where did this guy come out? He is so powerful!" Many old demon cultivators from the Ten Demon Sect were secretly shocked.

These old guys smelled the smell, so they couldn't make up their minds and were still swaying left and right.

Cao Xiu's scars all over his body are a brilliant record.

This is enough to show that he should have been a general with great achievements in the True Demon Realm.

Now he is hidden in his name and appears in the outer sect of the Ten Demon Sect.

On another battlefield, the blood cicada's body was cut into pieces.

In the cicadas in the sky, the blood filled the sky was eating all other "colors".

The attackers guarding the darkness also vaguely entrenched in the mountains and forests, each holding the magic flag and exerting its formation.

As soon as the formation opens, sometimes the wind blows, sometimes the rain blows, sometimes the thunder rolls, sometimes the smoke and fire are roasted. Although the power is not too strong, it is better than change, making people unable to defend against it.

The numerous blood colors were slightly blocked in this unpredictable "weather".

At this time, a figure wearing a bronze mask was suspended above his head, and he was walking through the bloody shadows.

When the lights flash, they will emit strange ripples.

Not only did it block all the attacks of the blood cicada, but there were also hundreds of blue fire snakes, under the control of the oil lamp, gradually scattering towards the surroundings, eliminating the blood color around them.

In an instant, the blood cicada, which had been cut into pieces, showed its body again.

He turned into pieces, but all the flesh and blood were still him.

When he returned from the gourd, he regained his body.

The body is no longer the residence of the soul and the treasure raft of the world, but just a carrier.

His soul completely manipulated and interfered with the body, so that the body had a completely different attribute than that of ordinary monks.

A dazzling blue light swept across, igniting the majestic spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Behind the monk who used this method, a huge wave of hundreds of feet turned into a huge wave.

Countless unjust souls are buried in these rolling waves.

If you look closely, you can see the rolling heads.

The huge waves slapped everything randomly, and the huge impact buzzed, as if they were about to shake the world.

The bloody color raised by the blood cicada seemed to appear quite sluggish in the face of such huge waves, and there was no room for resistance.

The huge waves mixed with huge force hit the blood cicada's body that had just condensed.

Such a blow is no longer aimed at the body, but also at the soul.

At this time, the entire Ten Demon Sect was actually completely in chaos.

There are not only two battlefields, but also Jiuxuan, white bones and blood cicadas.

They are just representatives of the old forces of the Ten Demon Sect.

More Demon Sect cultivators who were unwilling to turn to the True Demon Realm were all hit by thunder.

The real demon world seemed to have made up its mind to sweep the entire Ten Demon Sect with a rapid momentum.

With a preemptive attitude, he seized the Ten Demon Sects and turned Ke Xiaoliang into a lonely man above the Ten Demon Sects.

This approach is harmless to Ke Xiaoliang... but it is very disgusting.

The battles in the sky became increasingly fierce as time continued. Even many cultivators with successful primordial spirits dared not easily contact them.

In the violent roar.

The energy impact exploded violently in the air. Then, a figure shot out from the two core battlefields, shaking its body, and its breath seemed extremely disordered.

The man wearing a bronze mask retreated with injuries. The oil lamp above his head had been broken in one corner. The dark blue magic fire poured down with corpse oil, igniting the earth.

Cao Xiu held an iron ruler in his hand, as if he was measuring the world.

A land of dozens of miles in a radius was planned to be a mechanical, regular and distinctive "view".

The framework for restricting actions and various treaties that bind opponents are all attached to the iron ruler that seems to be invincible.

The white bones are born in this framework and constraints, and they are struggling to survive.

Only by breaking the shackles and temporarily getting out can you have a chance to breathe.

It's messy! It's messy!

All in chaos!

The entire Ten Demon Sect was in chaos.

At this time, Jiuxuan was still rushing to the Blood Cicada, so he naturally saw the battle between the Blood Cicada and many attackers, and knew that the Blood Cicada had no time to pull out his hands to help.

However, Jiuxuan no longer has any other choice.

The only opportunity is to join forces with the Blood Cicada to help the Blood Cicada solve the battle, and then help the White Bone Generation together.

He can only expect the white bones to be better at it.

Ke Xiaoliang was still watching, and seemed to have no desire to take action.

In this game, he and Qianbian and Hundred Pianoes seem to be the prey who will take action first.

The methods of Thousand Blades and Hundred Pianos have been deployed for hundreds of years.

Over the past few hundred years, if it weren't for Ke Xiaoliang's indulgence, it seemed that these cultivators from the True Demon Realm would not have been able to have been rooted in the Ten Demon Sects so firmly.

But if Ke Xiaoliang's all kinds of small things are all done by himself.

Then, he will be dragged into a continuous cycle of ants' "game".

For Qianbian and Baishou, sacrificing some irrelevant monks in the Demon Realm can tie Ke Xiaoliang's thoughts and hands and feet, and make him constantly expose his information... That is a sure thing to make a profit.

The harvest is even greater than the current situation.

After all, even if the cultivators from the True Demon Realm completely seized the Ten Demon Sects and killed all the Demon Sect monks who believed and were loyal to Ke Xiaoliang, it would be just a disgusting thing for Ke Xiaoliang.

There is no much impact on the real Golden Immortal Game.

In the realm of the Golden Immortal, everything depends not on the size of the body, but on the meaning formed behind it.

It has no meaning, even if it destroys the world, it doesn’t matter.

If it makes sense, even if it is just picking a wild flower on the side of the road, it is the top priority.

"Don't you understand?"

"The blood cicada understands half of it, but you don't understand at all!" Ke Xiaoliang's voice appeared in the hearts of Jiuxuan, Bai Gusheng and others for no reason.

They are already at an absolute disadvantage in this chaos and melee. If they continue to be wiped out, they can only have the result of death and soul disappearing.

At this moment, when Ke Xiaoliang's voice sounded in his heart, he felt as if he had a backbone and his originally distracted spirit was cheered up.

However, after Ke Xiaoliang only left such a dull sentence, he no longer had any extra behavior.

These two sentences were also captured by hundreds of poems and thousands of blades, and then they were deduced quickly, preparing for more targeted and lethal traps and preparations.

"The blood cicada understands half of it... The blood cicada understands half of it?" Under Cao Xiu's suppression, Bai Gusheng was actually gradually weakened by the left and right barriers. His true energy and magic power were also squeezed to the limit. All kinds of means of use were exhausted, and he had reached the slightest awakening at this time.

The surroundings are distributed by iron rulers, and the planned lines become tighter and tighter, just like strict laws, like dogmas that bind thoughts and human nature.

These seemingly regular forces... When they are closed, pressed, and suppressed to a certain extreme, they are more vicious and crazy than the ordinary "demonic nature" that is free and casual.

It seems to regulate everything, but in fact it is destroying everything.

Under that harsh suppression, nothing can survive.

Bai Gu Sheng breathed and absorbed the meager spiritual energy at extremely harsh frequency, restoring his physical strength and spirit. If it weren't for his tenacious will, he had already fallen on the battlefield.

The next second, the rules around him changed again.

All the spiritual energy was completely cut off, and he could no longer absorb any drop of spiritual energy.

Even the air you breathe is thinner. Every time you inhale, you need to exhale 90% of it, which becomes the tax paid to the "rules", so that the lines around you become thicker.

If it is a resistance, all the frameworks and rules will be suppressed, forming a series of chains of blows, leaving the white bones with no chance to breathe or recover.
To be continued...