Chapter 949: Establishing the United Front of the Human Race
The number one person in the Beiyuan Demon Way, the famous Liuzhi Laomo, the number one person in the Demon Way, and eleven True Lords of the Nascent Soul in the Beiyuan Demon Way, as well as hundreds of thousands of golden elixir foundation building Qi training disciples.
Together they knelt three times and kowtowed nine times to a young man in green clothes. They said they were humble people and would go through fire and water for him without hesitation.
So respectful, so humble.
The chorus of obeisances and praises was like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, and they were extremely loyal.
Han Lin took a deep breath.
He boasted that he was a man with a firm Taoist heart. From being the son of a herb gatherer in the Qixuan Gate of Yue Kingdom to today, he was ranked as a true king. He had always been interested in so-called glory, wealth, beauties, and power. Dismissively, just look at it as passing smoke.
But at this time, the leader of Beiyuan Demon Road, the entire sect, and hundreds of thousands of monks, including many true monarchs, bowed their heads. Such a formation made him intoxicated and addicted for a moment, and his heart was as turbulent as a river.
There was silence.
There was no response, so no Six Paths Sect monk dared to speak again, and hundreds of thousands of people were silent.
I don’t know how much time passed.
"Twelve of you, let go of your souls."
Jiang Ding thought for a moment and said calmly.
He was not infected by the overwhelming power and had the ambition to dominate the world, nor did he show disgust, hatred, or complacency after a great victory.
Many true kings trembled.
Let go of your soul.
Let go of the soul, let the soul be searched, let the opponent control the most secret things in your heart, let the other party set a soul restriction for you, life and death can depend on the opponent's thoughts.
Being a slave or a servant is not enough to describe this great shame.
In the world of cultivating immortals,
This is something more terrifying than defeat!
Many immortal cultivators would rather self-destruct than let go of their souls and let the enemy search them.
"Tianjun, this..."
Someone hesitated.
Bang!
The speaker is named Tianhuo Zhenjun and is in the late Nascent Soul stage.
He is the father of Yin Dao, the Holy Son of the Six Paths, and the son of the Six-Fingered Old Demon. He has a very high status in the sect. He often exercises the authority of the sect leader when the Six-fingered Old Demon is in retreat. The others talked about mysteries and discussed the overall situation of Beiyuan, and they had a good reputation in Beiyuan.
He said three words.
Then,
His skull exploded.
A cloud of blood mist dispersed, and the headless corpse flopped to the ground, twitching for a moment and unable to move any more.
A large amount of blood flowed out from the neck, and the blood-colored pool on the smooth mirror surface was soaked with a large piece of soil.
There are no flying swords, no mana fluctuations, and no spiritual consciousness fluctuations.
The head of Tianhuo Zhenjun, who was in the late Nascent Soul stage, suddenly exploded.
The blood mist dispersed, naturally.
This seems to be something that should happen in nature. It is a regular pattern and cannot be stopped at all.
All the bodies of Nascent Soul Lord trembled together.
"...Tianjun,"
"I will obey the orders of Heavenly Lord!"
The six-fingered old devil spoke in a harsh voice, and sent out a secret message to his grandson, Yin Dao, the son of the Six Paths Saint, whose father had just died.
"Please obey,"
Yin Dao, the Holy Son of Six Paths, was silent for a moment, "Heavenly Lord decrees."
He let go of his soul.
The most important soul among immortal cultivators was released, allowing others to search for the soul, inspect it, and even set up life and death restrictions, allowing others to change their own memories, etc.
"I will obey the order of the Lord of Heaven..."
"Please obey..."
The remaining True Lords of the Six Paths Sect bowed their heads one by one, released their souls, and were extremely respectful and humble.
Jiang Ding's face was expressionless.
His consciousness unfolded and poured into the souls and Nascent Souls of all the True Lords of the Six Paths Sect, checking their pasts, the spells they practiced, and various matters within the Beiyuan family, especially those related to the Golden Cause and Effect spell.
And so on, no matter how detailed it is.
With his current deity-level soul computing power, these are not very difficult things.
A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Ding opened his eyes.
"Tell me about my rules."
"Some people will die and some people will live."
Jiang Ding withdrew his spiritual consciousness and said calmly: "You, according to my Tushan Law, would have died. There is no doubt that your strength, talent, and talent are not enough to offset Tushan Law."
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"This requires factors beyond the transformation of gods to be possible."
He gave random instructions, treating the Nascent Soul like a pig or a dog, deciding life or death with just one word. The bodies of the surrounding True Lord Yuanying of the Six Paths Sect were trembling uncontrollably, but no one dared to speak out, and no one dared to fight back in anger and fight to the death.
"Now, it's different."
"The monsters have invaded. I have strong feelings for the hundreds of millions of mortals in Beiyuan. I don't want them to suffer any more pain, so I will establish a united front of the human race to jointly resist the monsters until all the cannibal monsters are executed and given They should be punished and the war will end."
"That's why I say some people will survive."
Jiang Ding said calmly: "In this united front, Tushan Law is still the most fundamental bottom line and must not be violated."
"In addition, in order to unite many monks, a law will be added. The monks who have contributed to killing monsters should unite them. Previous sins will be temporarily pardoned if they are not the wrath of heaven and people."
"This is temporarily set to last for one hundred years. During this period, the sinful monks must kill a certain number of monks of the same level and lower levels."
"Otherwise, in a hundred years, you will be on the list of those who will never be pardoned."
"So, do you understand?"
As soon as these words came out, some people were ecstatic, while others turned pale and their bodies were shaking like chaff.
Among the trembling crowd was the number one person in the demonic realm, the Six-fingered Old Demon.
"Six-fingered True Lord,"
"The True Lord of the Blood Sword,"
"Zhenjun Duyun..."
Jiang Ding casually named the seven Nascent Soul Lords of the Six Paths Sect and said calmly: "I have read the memories of the seven of you. In the past hundred years, there has been no killing of one demon clan demon king or hundreds of demon kings. It has never done anything objectively beneficial to the human race.”
"Therefore, you cannot forgive."
"Will die."
"I, Tu Shan, have been practicing Taoism all my life and pay attention to promises. Since I asked you to let go of your soul, I will definitely not take the opportunity to make a secret move, place a ban on the soul, or take advantage of the opportunity to make a sneak attack. I will just simply check."
"Now..."
Jiang Ding looked at them.
"So, take action and fight for your own lives, because after one breath, I will kill you."
"There may be a chance."
"Maybe I was seriously injured in the fight with Ten Thousand Spiders?"
"Opportunity?"
The six-fingered old devil looked miserable.
The six surrounding Nascent Soul Lords of the Six Paths Sect also looked desperate.
Keng!
Jiang Ding would not wait for anything. He drew his sword very politely and heard a clear and sweet sword sound.
"Tianjun, Tianjun, please spare my life!"
"We can kill the demon clan, that's okay..."
The bodies of the six Nascent Soul Lords were trembling and they begged tremblingly.
"Kill!"
The six-fingered old devil made a completely opposite decision to them.
He instantly burned his essence, blood, and mana, turning his body into pieces of ashes without leaving a trace.
All his mana and essence and blood poured into his six fingers. This was his body, the magic weapon he had spent his whole life refining, his lifelong glory, and even his Taoist name.
At this time, everything was sublimated, forming six chaotic black holes, which contained the secret of golden runes.
"Kill!"
"Six Meridians Killing Heaven Finger!"
The six-fingered old demon roared wildly, and the last piece of flesh and blood in his body turned into ashes, showing his determination.
Six chaotic black holes shrouded the young man in green, eerie and strange, exuding infinite attraction. The power even exceeded the peak of Nascent Soul, faintly breaking through the limit and reaching another realm.
Black light obscures eyes.
"Six-fingered True Lord, you are not bad."
Jiang Dingdian.
Keng!
The sword was drawn and slashed away.
Retract the scabbard.
The six chaotic black holes froze.
At the same time, under the guidance of the six-fingered old devil, the five Nascent Souls also inspired their courage and used the secret technique of fighting for their lives to release their own magic weapons.
There is also a disheartened, completely hopeless, and motionless True Lord Nascent Soul.
Resistance or not.
Their bodies froze, solidifying together with their own magic weapons.
Bang!
The next moment, all the magic weapons shattered, all the spells cracked, and the Nascent Soul Lord and their bodies exploded into a ball of blood, their souls were destroyed, and no bones remained.
(End of chapter)