Chapter 934 Like weeds in the wind
In front of the Ice and Snow Palace, a young man in green clothes appeared.
Jiang Ding didn't say anything.
He fired a sword energy and cut through the shield of the Demon Clan's inheritance, the Ice King Palace, and ignored the furious Demon King guards around him.
He walked straight towards the center of the palace as if there was no one around, with a clear goal in mind.
"The true king of the human race!"
"Kill!"
"If you dare to invade the emperor's palace, kill him!"
The eyes of a horned demon king at the peak of the demon king were blood red.
He was clearly facing the true king of the human race, but he was not afraid at all. He actually held a giant ax and formed a military formation with dozens of demon kings to kill him together.
They were extremely angry, as if the supreme belief in their hearts had been blasphemed.
"Kill!"
A little further away, a large group of demons, whether they were demon kings or demon generals, all rushed towards us with murderous intent.
The evil spirit of the military formation is soaring into the sky, and the demonic clouds are overwhelming!
These monsters are obviously Jindan and Foundation-building level monsters, but they actually have the courage to charge towards True Lord Yuanying.
This is the imperial guard of the Western Desert Demon Clan Dynasty.
Strong soldiers in the world!
"Not bad."
"A warrior indeed."
This kind of courage and fierceness made Jiang Ding stop and respect him.
"Die!"
Dozens of demon kings and hundreds of demon generals opened their eyes wide with anger, and their evil aura surged into the sky. They were the closest, and they formed a formation to attack without even thinking. All kinds of giant axes, copper hammers and other heavy weapons fell at the same time.
There were many attacks, and his aura in an instant even surpassed that of an early Yuanying monk, and was extremely ferocious.
Keng!
Between Jiang Ding's fingers, a wisp of blue-gold sword energy bloomed.
Immediately, he ignored these warriors and continued to walk forward slowly, as if the dust on his sleeves had been flicked away.
"Stop!"
"Death!"
The horned demon king's blood energy and evil spirit are soaring to the sky, and his muscles and bones are like an oven.
He held the ax high in both hands, and was about to chop it down, but suddenly stopped. Endless fear suddenly appeared in his heart, which was bone-chilling, and his fanatical fighting spirit was instantly drowned.
He wanted to move, but couldn't. He could only feel the strength in his body draining away like a tide, and his body became cold.
Looking around, dozens of fellow demon kings and hundreds of demons fell to the ground one after another, like raindrops, without causing any waves.
The horned demon king's eyelids gradually became heavy, and darkness enveloped him forever.
"Later stage of Nascent Soul!"
"At least a late stage monk of the human race's Nascent Soul!"
Not far away, there was a demon king yelling. He was a mid-level monk from the snake-armor clan. He was not as crazy as the middle- and low-level demon monks. He was calm and composed, gathering the surrounding soldiers.
"Kill!"
Almost instantly, twelve demon kings, hundreds of demon kings, and thousands of demon generals gathered around them.
Time only passed for a moment, almost just the time it took for a foundation-building monk to turn around.
This kind of reaction speed is extremely fast on the Yuanying level battlefield, but it appears in a military formation of thousands of people.
The Ten Thousand Demons Forbidden Army is well-deserved.
"Kill!"
"Don't let him disturb the Emperor!"
The Demon Lord of the Snake Armor clan shouted loudly, and the other eleven Demon Lords roared angrily.
boom!
Suddenly, earth-shattering!
The domain of the Twelve Demon Lords spread out. Wind, rain, water, fire, thunder...all are manifestations of the outstanding talents of the demon clan, which are spontaneously revealed in the bloodline after promotion.
The human race's legal domain was learned from the demon race.
The domain of twelve demon kings, plus the military formations of hundreds of demon kings and thousands of demon generals.
In an instant, a terrifying power that exceeded that of a late-stage Nascent Soul monk emerged and merged into the swords, spears, axes and axes that resembled the peaks of the Twelve Demon Lords.
They crashed down, and the void collapsed layer by layer.
"Stupid remnant of the human race, you are looking for death!"
The demon king of the Snake Armor Clan showed a violent look in his eyes.
This kind of offense against the emperor happened from time to time. Most of them were human race foundation and golden elixir monks who made irrational actions in desperation, burning everything just to splatter blood on the ice and snow palace.
This is the first time that True Lord Nascent Soul has done this kind of thing.
The final result will not be any exception!
"Seeking death?"
"Looking for death."
Jiang Ding glanced at him, and with a snap of his fingers, a blue-gold sword energy flew out.
The steps never stopped.
Keng!
This blue-gold sword energy disappeared in an instant, instantly penetrated the formation of the demon clan guards, appeared behind them without a trace of blood, and slowly collapsed and disappeared without using any more mana.
"No!"
"Impossible!"
The cruel indifference in the eyes of the snake-armor demon king disappeared, and he screamed in horror, as if he had seen some terrible monster.
Then, a slight sword mark appeared on his throat.
Wisps of sword energy poured into his entire body from his throat, penetrating deep into his soul and killing all life.
The demon king of the Snake Armor Tribe lost all his breath and fell from the sky without saying a word.
He is not lonely. Around them, eleven demon kings died silently.
There are hundreds of demon kings and thousands of demon generals all around who are exactly the same.
No one lives longer than anyone else. Even one breath is just a cut on the throat, nothing more, it is very fair.
The corpses of thousands of demon clan guards fell from the sky like raindrops.
It went on continuously for several breaths, without any resistance being seen. These former colleagues died in an instant as if they were being judged by heaven.
This scene was reflected in the eyes of the demon clan guards who were shouting, roaring, and roaring as they rushed over.
They felt a chill in their hearts.
They were like falling into an ice cave, and they would not move a step no matter what.
The so-called fanaticism, the so-called bravery, the so-called tears of gratitude, and the kindness of knowing an encounter are all worth mentioning in the face of this kind of massacre.
"Ghost, ghost..."
Many demon clan guards were trembling and their bodies were cold, including several demon kings and thousands of demon kings.
Their footsteps were like roots, unable to move a single step, and they watched helplessly as this young man in green clothes from the human race suddenly appeared and walked towards their emperor.
Jiang Ding came to the ice and snow palace in the center.
There is no door, just a palace wall.
It's normal. This is not a road, it's just a direction chosen at random.
call out!
Jiang Ding casually fired a sword energy.
The sword energy slashed through the palace wall.
Amidst the smoke and dust that filled the sky, Jiang Ding slowly walked into the meeting hall of the demon emperor, a sacred place that hundreds of millions of demon clans in the world yearned to respect.
"Kill!"
"Behead this lowly human slave!"
In an instant, four demon king peak cultivators, plus more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators roared.
They joined forces to form a military formation, and countless areas joined forces to suppress it. The ice and snow palace formations buzzed, forming countless ice blades, overwhelmingly killing the young man in green who broke into it.
These are nearly twenty Nascent Soul Lords!
Including four demon kings who are equivalent to the peak monks of Nascent Soul!
So many people joined forces, coupled with the formation suppression of the Ice and Snow Palace, the most important weapon of the Demon Clan Dynasty!
It can be said clearly that even if the most powerful person in the Northern Plains, Zhenjun Jianyang, died in an instant, even the Nascent Soul could not escape.
"There's an ambush!"
"Rewind!"
Mu Tianxue warned repeatedly.
Keng!
Facing such an earth-shattering siege, Jiang Ding walked into it as if he didn't know anything about it, without any change, and a sword energy popped out casually.
Such a move,
It did not make many demon king peak monks angry, feeling that they were despised and their dignity was trampled on.
Instead, it was utter despair.
"No!"
"Ah! Why!"
The leader of the demon dynasty, Prime Minister Turtle, is a figure at the pinnacle of demon kings. He burned his blood essence and lifespan in an instant!
Everything poured into the copper hammer magic weapon in his hand, and the heavy physical breath compressed the space, enough to make the early Yuanying monk unable to move.
"Kill!"
Prime Minister Turtle went crazy. He held the copper hammer with both hands, gathered the power of the surrounding demon kings, and thousands of imperial guards who came quickly, and struck down suddenly.
"Kill!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
All the surrounding demon kings also burned their essence and blood!
All the power was integrated into Prime Minister Turtle's bronze hammer magic weapon, and the combined power instantly surpassed the peak of Nascent Soul, faintly changing towards breaking through the general trend of heaven and earth, reaching another level.
In the face of such power, peak Nascent Soul cultivators are almost no different from ants.
The Ice Phoenix Demon Lord stared intently.
Keng!
A blue-gold sword energy passed through the military formation as usual and slowly dissipated.
It seems that these demon kings burned everything, gathered in the military formation, and merged with the demon clan's heavy weapon Ice and Snow Palace to form a force that was enough to kill the peak Nascent Soul monks. They were no different from a Qi-training demon cultivator ant on the roadside.
"No..."
Burning everything, Prime Minister Turtle, who clenched his hands and struck down the copper hammer, paused and smiled miserably.
He didn't even dare to yell angrily.
A trace of blood appeared in his throat.
The Turtle Clan's body, which was said to be indestructible for defense, was of no use, and the power of the military formation formed by burning everything was of no use either.
Bang!
Prime Minister Turtle and his bronze hammer magic weapon fell to the ground.
Around them, more than a dozen demon kings and thousands of demon kings and generals also fell down, with a blood mark on their throats, no trace of life, and failed to have any impact on the opponents.
Jiang Ding walked slowly towards the Ice and Snow Throne.
"Bye,"
The Ice Phoenix Demon Lord walked down and knelt down.
"Bye,"
"Tushan Tianjun!"
She and the dozen or so demon kings from the demon tribe who had never made a move from beginning to end, and who had vaguely guessed something, knelt down, prostrated on the ground, and paid homage respectfully.
In this palace of ice and snow, there is no longer a monster standing.
(End of chapter)