The palace was silent.

People looked at the weird man in blue and were shocked to speak.

Jin Gong and Niu Gong felt the feedback from the imperial city formation, looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.

If this punch falls on them, even if all their magic weapons are released, they will inevitably be bombarded into powder.

Many sects of cultivators once saw Jing Jiu punching at the ceremony of the Qingshan Sect. At that time, Jing Jiu clenched the Seal of the Emperor of the Underworld and killed the Uncle Tailu in the wheelchair with one punch. But compared with this punch today, what is that?

What even more frightened the strong men of these sects was that the technique used by this person was obviously not the technique of any sect today, nor was it the technique of any evil way.

Liu Shisui looked at the weird man in blue, and for some reason he felt familiar and looked a little confused.

Bu Qiuxiao glanced at him and said nothing.

On the lotus driving further away, the Zenzi chanted the Buddha's name and was speechless.

Some old cultivators also remembered something, and a extremely terrified voice suddenly sounded in the sky: "Blood Demon Sect!"

Listening to this sentence, more people remembered it.

In the Chaotian Continent, a thousand years ago, the evil path was strong, and the Blood Demon Sect even ravaged the world. It was not until it was surrounded and suppressed by the Zhongzhou Sect, Qingshan Sect and other righteous path sects that they withdrew from the historical stage. However, after that, the Blood Demon Sect was still regarded as the only righteous and spiritual ancestor by all evil path sects.

Could it be that the monster in blue is the remnant of the Blood Demon Sect? But the Blood Demon Sect has long been destroyed. Even if some of the secrets of martial arts are lost, and without the master's teaching related evil magic training, it is impossible to cultivate such an authentic and terrible means for this person! Could it be that this person was a powerful person from the Blood Demon Sect back then, and he lived until now? Wouldn't he be over a thousand years old? Then why did he come out of the Zhongzhou School's cloud ship and stand by Tan Zhenren?

How terrible was the Blood Demon Sect a thousand years ago, and how terrible were the powerful people in the sect?

No wonder even March is not the enemy of this person's punch.

Many people looked at Jing Jiu, but found that Jing Jiu's expression was calm, without any sadness, and even without any worry.

Kou Qingtong withdrew his right fist and glanced at it, his eyes full of cruelty and appreciation.

Suddenly, he found that many people's eyes were leaving him.

He looked over and saw Jing Jiu slightly stunned and said, "Is it you who died next? He was born beautifully, but it's a pity that he didn't seem to be able to kill people."

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Yin San said that he came to Chaoge City to watch the show, but in fact, there was someone who had been watching the show, and the position of watching the show was much better than that of him.

Ping Yongjia watched the God Emperor pass away in the side hall, watch the imperial concubine crying into a little cat, watch the new emperor ascends the throne, watches the real person from the sky, watches Lian Sanyue out of the sedan chair and say that she is the master. In just one day, she watched the life drama, tragic drama, palace drama, fairy tale drama, and talented beauty drama, and some of the meaning of the joys and sorrows of the world. But the beautiful plot gradually came to an abrupt end as Lian Sanyue appeared...

The weird man in blue actually punched Lian Sanyue underground, and his life and death were unknown. Then he said he wanted to kill his master!

Ping Yongjia was both scared and angry, but knew that the other party just needed to breathe and killed him, and he could not do anything. At this moment, he heard the scream in the sky and the uneasy discussions of the ministers in the hall. He turned his eyes, pushed open the door of the side hall, and shouted loudly to the square.

"The Zhongzhou Sect claims to be the leader of the righteous path, but secretly hiding the demons of the Blood Demon Sect. Do you still have shamelessness! What qualifications do you have to compete with my master!"

The slightly exaggerated voice of the young Qingshan disciple floated in the imperial city.

But neither the officials in the hall nor the practitioners of various sects in the sky paid attention to him, and no one followed him to condemn the Zhongzhou sect.

Ping Yongjia felt very embarrassed. When he found that the weird man in green was looking at him, he was even more scared. He closed the window with a bang, lifted the quilt and covered his head. The next moment he remembered that when His Majesty the Emperor passed away, he was on this couch, and he couldn't help but be even more scared, rubbing his hands and saying things like "Your Majesty".

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That person is a remnant of the Blood Demon Sect, and may even be a senior executive of the Blood Demon Sect a thousand years ago, but he joined forces with the Zhongzhou Sect. This is a matter that will arouse public outrage in the righteous sect.

No sect speaks, not because he is afraid of the reputation of the Zhongzhou sect, because even the Zen scholars and the scholars in a Maozhai remain silent.

The reason is very simple. When they remembered who this weird man in blue was, they also remembered that old past.

The Zhongzhou Sect took in this weird man in blue, and received the consent of all the righteous sects a thousand years ago.

At that time, the Blood Demon Sect had already shown signs of defeat under the encirclement of the Zhengdao Sect, but the centipede insect died but was not stagnant. There were still countless strong men and terrifying killing formations in the Blood Demon Sect's main hall. It was very difficult for the Zhengdao Sect to completely eliminate the other party, and it would have to pay an extremely tragic price. At the most critical moment, the White Blade delayed the ascension and personally conquered the extremely high-ranking and extremely terrifying demon child in the Blood Demon Sect. Through this demon child, the Zhengdao Sect mastered a lot of internal information of the Blood Demon Sect and successfully attacked the Blood Demon Sect's main hall. In the final decisive battle, the demon child even attacked the Blood Demon Sect leader with a vast body of demon skills!

The leader of the Blood Demon Sect was injured by a sneak attack, and finally died under the combined attack of Shibian and Daoyuan Zhenren.

The demise of the Blood Demon Sect was the result of the bloody battles that lasted for more than a hundred years, but the demon child's abandonment of darkness and light undoubtedly played the most critical role, and this demon child was Kou Qingtong standing in the palace square at this time.

Afterwards, according to the agreement he made with Shibian, he had been practicing and living in Yunmeng Hougu. The world of cultivation knew about this, but as time passed, many people had forgotten it. Until today, he appeared in front of the world and destroyed it for three months without returning to people's memories.

At that time, Kou Qingtong needed the White Blade Immortal to take action personally to conquer, and could even sneak attack the leader of the Blood Demon Sect without dying. You can imagine how strong his realm is. More than a thousand years have passed. Even if he has not ascended and his soul and body have declined a little, he must still be one of the most peak people in Chaotian Continent. He should be at a similar level to Nanqinki. Now he has been defeated for three consecutive months. Who else can beat him in Chaotian Continent? Who else can beat him in Qingshan?

People looked at Jing Jiu again and wondered what the Aoyama Sect would do next.

Jing Jiu looked at a bitter boat in the sky.

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Liu Shisui stared at the weird man in blue in the square, and the familiar feeling became more and more obvious.

He had never seen Kou Qingtong, nor had any causal entanglement with the other party. This familiarity comes more from the breath and taste...

Back then, he swallowed the demon pill at the bottom of the turbid water, and also learned the secret method of evil skills passed down by the Blood Demon Sect. That technique helped him grow at an unimaginable speed and brought countless hidden dangers to his body. He was forced to learn Buddhist scriptures in the vegetable garden outside Guocheng Temple for many years, and then went to Yimai to learn the righteous path of the righteousness for many years before it gradually disappeared.

Looking at Kou Qingtong today, the magical aura in the deepest meridians in his Taoist tree suddenly became active, spreading rapidly like wildfire. His face turned pale, covered his chest, shook it twice, and almost fell off the bitter boat.

Since confirming Kou Qingtong's identity, Bu Qiuxiao has been paying attention to Liu Shisui's movements. At this time, seeing his breath being stimulated, he raised his eyebrows slightly, grabbed a handful of Qingfeng with his right hand, and poured it into his ears.

When the wind washed the pulse, Liu Shisui felt that the annoyance in her chest was a little better, so she thanked the gentleman, and when she looked at the weird man in blue in the square, she felt a little more palpitation in her eyes.

Kou Qingtong also felt the same origin of the magic breath not far away. He turned around and saw Liu Shisui, and said slightly, "Does my sect actually have disciples?"

Then he found that Liu Shisui was actually on the bitter boat of a Maozhai, and his eyes suddenly became cold. He said in a dry and harsh voice: "I don't like the scholars of Yi Maozhai, who are false benevolence and righteous. Since you have practiced the magical skills of my religion, how can you join them!"

His voice became louder and louder. When he talked about the false benevolence and righteous scholars, he was still ordinary. When he talked about how he could throw himself under their sect, he was already extremely angry. His voice was extremely loud and turned into countless thunders, echoing in the palace.

With the thunder, there was also the endless violent and cruel authentic breath of the Blood Demon Cult that emanated from his body. Other decent practitioners were fine, but they only needed to keep their minds in mind. However, Liu Shisui was unable to resist the invasion of the demonic breath. The demonic breath in his body suddenly burst out and rushed around in the meridians.

With a whistle, he vomited several mouthfuls of black blood in succession, and looked extremely miserable.

Bu Qiuxiao looked cold and fed him a pill, then asked Xi Yiyun to help him rest in his cabin.

The small formation of crossing the river in the cabin should be able to withstand Kou Qingtong's silent magical breath.

Jing Jiu withdrew his gaze from the bitter boat and looked at Kou Qingtong in the distance, as if he was looking at a dead person.

Of course he can't beat Kou Qingtong now, just like him, he can't beat Tan Zhenren, but it doesn't mean he can't beat him to death. But what he knows more is that even if Kou Qingtong is beaten to death today, he will not be himself who takes action.

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A whimper suddenly appeared from the ground of the palace. I don’t know whether it was the wind whistling on the earth river, or the unjust ghosts in the Demon-Suppressing Prison who ran out, or the afterglow of Kou Qingtong’s fist.

Many people noticed that the sound came from the hole in the middle of the square.

The sound became sharper and sharper, and suddenly a pillar of water shot out from the hole and rushed into the sky until it was dozens of feet high before gradually dissipating.

When the underground river water gradually retreated into the cave, it returned for three months.

Her dress was soaked, her black hair was hanging on her face, the blood on the corners of her lips and the blood on her clothes were not washed by the river, and she looked a little embarrassed.
Chapter completed!