Blood Cicada, Jiuxuan, and White Bones. These three people are the mainstay of any sect, the future Optimus Prime.

If any one is a huge loss, it may even shake the foundation of the sect.

If three are destroyed at the same time, it will cause a major event that will shake the stability of the sect.

However, in the Ten Demon Sect, such a concept does not exist.

The enemies and opponents facing the Ten Demon Sects are now too strong, and there is always only one pillar and support... The Demon Lord Jinxian Ke Xiaoliang of the Supreme Demon Palace.

As long as Ke Xiaoliang is still in the Ten Demon Sect, he will not fall that day and everything will be the same.

Therefore, the ten demon cultivators who saw the fate of Blood Cicada and the other three began to ridicule unscrupulously.

The demon cultivators are all cold and ruthless.

They were sure that even the blood relatives of these three people would be annoyed by the Demon Lord and nullified their cultivation because of them. They would never stand up for them regardless of them.

What's more,... it's just a mockery, and never takes action. What can happen?

Faced with the ridicule and ridicule around, Xue Chan and the other two struggled to get up, then supported each other, and climbed into the mountain gate of the Ten Demon Sect step by step.

After walking a few steps, he was kicked out by a demon cultivator who could only follow them. The road he had to walk again, but the injuries he had originally had to be injured even worse.

"Stay well and you guys! Do you still want to go back to the Demon Sect? You are now aborted, aborted cultivator... Can you still be considered a cultivator?" The Demon Cultivator blocked the mountain road and laughed wildly.

The so-called phoenix with hair falling off is not as good as a chicken, probably this is the case.

Someone said to the side: "Of course not! The monk has lost his cultivation, it is like... it's like there is no breast in his bra, no money in his wallet, and no wife in his wife's cake. That's all a joke... Hahaha!"

This person who spoke obviously couldn't speak, and he had just finished speaking.

A young female cultivator with a tarmac suddenly cut off one of his legs.

If it weren't for his quick flash, the vital leg in the middle would have disappeared...

"No matter how much you talk, I will let you have no ham in your underwear." The female cultivator said viciously, but in a blink of an eye, she looked at Bai Gusheng again. Her pretty face looked like an atmosphere, and she was full of evil at this moment.

"Senior Brother Baigu... Do you want your junior sister to help you? There are good medicines in the cave..."

Faced with the noise around him, the three people who rolled down to the foot of the mountain continued to struggle to get up, then supported each other and continued to move into the mountain gate.

Not long after I walked, I was kicked out again.

The injuries are worse and the humiliation is even worse.

But the three of them still seemed to have no feelings or any sense. They continued to get up and continue to climb up.

People kicked them out, once, twice, ten times, a hundred times.

They always remain the same, not arguing, not angry, not resentful, just got up and started over again.

Gradually, some people seemed to be shaken.

After saying a few sour words, he retreated far away.

Some people also wanted to become more aggressive and acted ruthlessly, but were warned by people sent by Qin Chu that they did not dare to continue to act recklessly.

Finally, the three of them supported each other and entered the mountain gate of the Ten Demon Sect.

It took more than a month before slowly moving to the foot of the mountain where Ke Xiaoliang's Supreme Demon Palace is located.

"No way!"

"Do they still want to climb a mountain?"

"I still want to worship under the Demon Lord's Sect?" The monks who were following these three people in the Ten Demon Sect were surprised.

At the same time, some people suddenly had a vague thought in their hearts, and their thoughts arise.

At this time, there were no one who stopped the three of them from climbing the mountain.

Some people want to see how the results of the Blood Cicada and the Three People are.

At this time, this result will not be allowed to be destroyed before it arrives.

The mountain is very high, very high.

Although there are no formations, restrictions and traps on the mountain.

However, it is not easy for the Blood Cicada and the other two to climb the mountain.

They have lost their cultivation and are seriously injured. They have dragged their seriously injured bodies and climbed steep and towering peaks. The difficulty can be imagined.

Luckily, their physical condition is still flexible.

It took ten days to finally climb the top of the mountain again.

Then he knelt in front of the gate of the Taishang Demon Palace one by one.

This time, the old donkey walked out of the palace gate, looked at the three of them, and said angrily: "It's you three more gangsters? Do you dare to come?"

"This time, look at your donkey grandpa, I won't kick your head in one go."

Bai Gusheng responded: "The donkey ancestor can kill three of me, but it cannot stop my three of me from becoming aware of Tao."

Blood Chan said: "I'm sorry to the ancestor to report to the Demon Lord that the three of us have passed the test and beg to be included in the door wall."

The old donkey laughed angrily and said, "Hahahaha... I'm so laughing to death! You three trash are still thinking about it. What kind of test is not a test...Dream in the daytime?"

Jiuxuan said the fastest, saying directly: "Master, don't lie to me and wait. If it weren't for a test, why should the ancestor give me a kick? Even if we kneel to death in front of this door, and the Demon Lord doesn't take a look, who can force me?"

As soon as this statement came out, the monks who were watching secretly were shocked.

They are blinding their eyes.

I only know that those who are not included in the wall for March will be kicked out by this old donkey and their cultivation will be ruined.

But I ignored it. If Ke Xiaoliang really didn’t have the will to accept disciples, why bother to do this?

This place is always the Ten Demon Sects, and there will be no moral kidnapping.

No one would think that as the true foundation of the Ten Demon Sect, there is something wrong with the Demon Lord Ke Xiaoliang, who does not accept disciples.

As for those who die in front of the door, it is just their own delusional thoughts and they are responsible for their own fault.

Bang...!

The gate of the Supreme Demon Palace, which had been closed for almost four hundred years, was finally opened.

Ke Xiaoliang walked out of the palace and looked at the blood cicada and the other two.

"You and I are peers, and I have met in the past. Now I am visiting my disciple. Do you have any complaints?" Ke Xiaoliang asked.

This question is strange.

In the world of practice, those who are good at learning have always been teachers.

Even those righteous ways that proclaim morality are the same.

Ke Xiaoliang was classified as a Golden Immortal, and the three of them were just mortal monks. If they accepted them as disciples, it would be that the three of them had a great fortune. How could they complain?

Sure enough, the three of them showed joy on their faces, kowtowed in unison, and shouted: "Disciple, don't dare!"

"Okay! Since that's the case, I will accept you three as disciples and pass on my Taoist traditions in these Ten Demon Sects."

"After packing up, come into the hall!" After saying that, he swept his sleeves.

A powerful force was involved in the three people's bodies. Their defunct cultivation was not only completely recovered, but their injuries improved completely. They were also reorganized from the root and repaired, and their foundation was more than ten times more stable than before.

Seeing the aura of the three of them rise all the way, although their realm remains unchanged, their strength seems to be very refined.

All the bystanders were jealous.

They forgot again that Ke Xiaoliang is a golden immortal.

He could instruct the old donkey to easily abolish the cultivation of those who seek to worship the master, but how could he not have the ability to restore his cultivation and reshape his foundation at will?

But before these people could think of imitating it, the originally bare mountain peaks grew lush forests and grass, gathering lakes and clouds, attracting the three lights of the sun, moon and stars.

In a moment, the barren land became a blessed land of fairy mountains.
Chapter completed!