Chapter 341 Blood Demon Saint Zhang Xiaoyu

Puff, puff, two sounds of swords entering flesh sounded almost at the same time.

The white robe of the young man in white was stained red by blood, and Zhang Xiaoyu's black robe was also stained black and red.

Neither of them was moved.

After they sent the swords into each other's bodies, they gritted their teeth and took a step forward, inserting the swords deeper.

Crunch, the two twisted the swords with their right hands, and the sound of the blades scraping bones sounded.

The two stretched out their left hands at the same time to grab each other.

Snap, the left hands of the two were tightly clasped together.

The young man in white showed a grim smile of conspiracy on his face, and then activated the bloodthirsty magic.

He had practiced the bloodthirsty magic to the extent that he could absorb the other's blood as long as the body was in contact.

Zhang Xiaoyu's palm became shriveled, and his blood flowed from his palm into the palm of the young man in white.

The young man in white laughed wildly, "Ah, hahaha, your blood is so delicious."

Zhang Xiaoyu also smiled grimly, and he opened his mouth to activate the cannibal magic.

Red smoke floated all over the young man in white, and the red smoke gathered into red ribbons and floated into Zhang Xiaoyu's mouth.

Even the corpses around were covered with red mist.

Hundreds of red ribbons floated into Zhang Xiaoyu's mouth, and the scene was both spectacular and weird.

The young man in white was trembling all over. As the blood gathered on the surface of his body, his entire eyeball turned red and he could no longer see.

The young man in white felt the loss of blood and said in horror: "This, this is the cannibal magic skill!

Spare me, spare my life."

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't speak, and he couldn't speak.

His mouth was swallowing blood crazily. So much blood made his skills grow rapidly. He soon reached the flesh refining realm and broke through to the bronze flesh realm in one fell swoop.

When Zhang Xiaoyu finished his work, the young man in white in front of him and the more than 100 corpses on the ground all turned into mummies.

Zhang Xiaoyu pushed the young man in white away and pulled out the long sword inserted in his body.

He looked at the mummies around him with a very complicated mood. He created a purgatory on earth with his own hands.

He knew that he could never go back after taking this path.

Ahhhh, Zhang Xiaoyu screamed to the sky.

Since he couldn't go back, he would go all the way to the end. He wanted to surpass the Blood Demon Ancestor, he wanted to control the entire demon path and be the master of the world.

Zhang Xiaoyu searched and set a fire to destroy the corpse.

The Blood Demon Mountain Trial would reduce the range of the trialists' activities every day, and anyone who stayed outside the range would be slaughtered.

Today, the trial range has been reduced to two miles.

Soon, two elders of the Blood Demon Sect rushed over.

The two elders looked around and found that Zhang Xiaoyu was the only living person left.

They immediately realized that the young man in front of them was the lucky one who had killed tens of thousands of warriors.

He was also the Blood Demon Saint of this session and the future Blood Demon Ancestor.

The two did not dare to neglect and bowed to Zhang Xiaoyu, "Greetings to the Holy Son. Please come back with us to the mountain to attend the Holy Son Succession Ceremony."

Zhang Xiaoyu nodded and returned to the Blood Demon Sect with the two.

The next day, the Blood Demon Sect held a grand ceremony, and all the giant demons in the entire Demon Dao came to watch the ceremony.

Zhang Xiaoyu, a little-known little person, became a household name in the entire Demon Dao.

On a high platform in a square of the Blood Demon Sect, the Blood Demon Ancestor in a red blood-stained robe sat on the high platform.

Zhang Xiaoyu, who was also wearing a red blood-stained robe, walked towards the Blood Demon Ancestor on the red carpet.

The Blood Demon Ancestor looked at Zhang Xiaoyu, and did not see any emotional fluctuations in Zhang Xiaoyu.

The Blood Demon Ancestor nodded, "From now on, you are my Blood Demon Ancestor's disciple, the Holy Son of the Blood Demon Sect.

Come and sit down."

The cannibal demon in Zhang Xiaoyu's mind kept cursing and venting the hatred in his heart.

"This evil creature, how can he live so gloriously."

"He took everything from me, and I will take it back eventually."

"Grow up quickly, kid, and deal with this evil creature as soon as possible."

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Zhang Xiaoyu walked up to the high platform and sat on the large chair next to the Blood Demon Ancestor, officially becoming the Blood Demon Saint who was second to none and above ten thousand people in the Blood Demon Sect.

Yun Mengwu in the crowd bit her lip and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu who was so glorious on the stage, with a very complicated mood.

If Zhang Xiaoyu didn't die in her hands, her martial arts path would be cut off.

She never expected that Zhang Xiaoyu would become the Blood Demon Saint.

How could the ordinary Zhang Xiaoyu kill out of tens of thousands of warriors? She couldn't figure it out anyway.

She hoped that Zhang Xiaoyu would die in the Blood Demon Mountain.

Will Zhang Xiaoyu, who became the Blood Demon Saint, still be the Zhang Xiaoyu who obeyed her and let her control him? Will he go home at night?