Devil Seeds

"Big words!"

"Then let the old man fight you." The speaker obviously had a baby face, but his tone was old-fashioned.

Jumping down from the cliff, he slapped Ke Xiaoliang with a straight palm.

Although Ke Xiaoliang asked everyone to go together.

However, the arrogance of the monks in Baotong World still prevents them from doing such a thing for the time being.

The visitor was very confident, he was confident that he was definitely not a waste like Lu Hong.

He couldn't even take a move from 'Xiao Nu'.

Of course Lu Hong is trash!

But this person is by no means an expert.

When Ke Xiaoliang slammed back with his backhand, he knew what Lu Hong was facing in that instant.

It is despair!

It is the despair after seeing the end at a glance, but the person in front of him is standing at the end.

In that palm, the scenery revealed not only surpassed the original concept of martial arts by a lot, but also added another layer on top of it, reaching an unfathomable realm.

The visitor comes with confidence.

When he was knocked back and flew back, he was already lost.

At this time, two more people flew down from the cliff, and shot at Ke Xiaoliang at the same time.

one move!

It's still just one trick!

The two were knocked into the air.

Then four people, eight people, dozens of people... all shot.

However, Ke Xiaoliang remained the same.

No matter how many people he faces, he is so relaxed and indifferent.

But within a stick of incense, everyone was knocked down.

And they all have the same expression on their faces.

Do not believe? Dissatisfied? Unwilling?

These are just appearances, and the most important thing is the 'confusion' in the depths of his eyes that has lost his goal.

What he pursued all his life, the taboo that was regarded as the flower of the high mountains, in the hands of 'Xiao Nu', has become an ordinary thing that is swayed casually.

Who can bear such a blow?

"Is that all?"

"More than a thousand years ago... you still made me feel interesting. I didn't expect that after more than a thousand years, you would be so boring."

"Are you guys getting weaker, or am I...too strong?" Ke Xiaoliang put his hands behind his back, exuding loneliness all over his body.

Facing such a lonely 'Xiao Nu', all the cultivators from Baotong World had no face to refute and were speechless.

Of course, some people can still use the spiritual victory method to tell themselves...the physical body belongs to someone else, and the use of it is not convenient, it is not suitable for the true energy, and they do not have the right weapon. They are just monks and not warriors... Take this as a Excuses, to find a reasonable exit for their own defeat.

Lu Hong lay on the water, struggled to get up, and then looked at Xiao Nu.

Suddenly he figured something out.

"So... is this the real genius?"

"Compared to him...what am I? Compared to such a peerless genius, I lost...isn't it normal?" Just thinking about it this way, admitting the excellence of 'Xiao Nu' is inexplicable Yes...he felt relieved in an instant.

At the same time, he has more recognition for the world of high martial arts, and even for the numerous gourd worlds.

"It turns out that this kind of world can produce such a strong man. Or maybe it's the world that restricts him. If he wasn't born in such a world, he might have already become a first-class figure of immortals and gods, so what? Will you take a look at us and fight us?" Lu Hong continued to think.

Sure enough, as long as one accepts the setting that 'Xiao Nu' is very strong, Xiao Nu is super strong, Xiao Nu is abnormal, and ordinary people are far behind, the follow-up ideological work will be very easy to start.

Even, Lu Hong felt a kind of perverted pleasure.

"So what if you are so powerful?"

"Aren't we going to be bound in this narrow world, doomed to be just a martial artist who can't see the real eternal sight? We are different. Although we are not as good as you for the time being, we have the possibility of eternal life. The end of us is a boundless world. We are destined not to be on the same level, even now...you are far ahead of us." The more Lu Hong thought about it, the more complacent he became, and even showed a strange smile inexplicably.

Ke Xiaoliang was naturally aware of the imagination of these Baotong world monks.

So Ke Xiaoliang sighed, and said in an extremely lonely tone: "I regret killing the evil gods for a thousand years, but I didn't die with Longjiang forever."

"I don't know how you survived, but I...live very lonely!"

"For more than a thousand years... For more than a thousand years, I deliberately eliminated the traces of the past, I cut off the martial arts of the past, and I hoped that the world would have a different style. It's a pity... People, there is no second person."

Lu Hong tilted his head, looked at Ke Xiaoliang, and deciphered that line of poetry that was not very smooth.

"Has he ever beheaded an evil god?"

"Could it be that he can live for so long because he stole the power of the evil god?"

"The evil god that we dare not look at through the barrier of the world... he can actually kill him?"

"Well...his poems are very ordinary, but mine is different. I write much better than him." Lu Hong suddenly regained his confidence.

And like Lu Hong, those who deciphered more information from the few words that Ke Xiaoliang deliberately leaked exchanged glances.

As for the dissatisfaction and contempt in the bottom of my heart...they completely dissipated.

A martial artist who dares to confront the evil god... what are they fighting with?

It can only be said that these people slackened too early.

They still don't understand Ke Xiaoliang.

If it was Li Xingzhou, he would definitely not relax so quickly.

At least... Admitting defeat, as well as self-imagining in the mind like a defeated dog, and spiritual victory, we have to wait until there is no one else.

Watching Ke Xiaoliang go away by boat, everyone watched Gu Fanyuan's shadow disappear into the blue sky, they all looked at each other, and secretly made a tacit understanding that this matter should not be rumored, nor should more people know about it.

Half a day later, the news that forty-seven cultivators from the High Martial World in the God's Domain and the High Martial World tried to block Xiao Nu as Shattered Warriors, but was easily defeated by Xiao Nu, spread throughout the world.

I don't know who directly extracted the pictures in the memory, and described in great detail the pictures of many Baotong world monks who looked like defeated dogs, as well as the expressions on their faces and the emotions in their eyes.

And through the world of God's Domain, it spreads toward two realities.

Just a picture!

There is even a narration interpretation.

The psychological description of these people after their defeat is intuitive and artistic.

All the Baotongjie monks who participated in that battle... died instantly.

They didn't even give themselves the chance to dig into the basement with their toes on the ground. After contributing a large wave of magic points, they temporarily left the gourd world.

Then he secretly hid the upper limit of whereabouts and sold his skin.

Out of caution.

Most of the first batch of monks who obtained skins can only be regarded as the middle or upper middle class in terms of cultivation and status in Baotong World.

This time, the transfer of a large number of skins is to let those high-level monks who were still calculating how to steal them have a reasonable starting plan.

A large number of skins have transitioned into the hands of stronger Baotong World monks.

This is also in line with Ke Xiaoliang's calculation.

Goodnight everybody!