Chapter 1053 Blood Monk
"Is this a precursor to human genocide?"
Jiang Ding was shocked as he watched the scenes of Zhenshan Sect.
He is not a student who has always lived in the ivory tower of the school. He is an immortal monk who has experienced many wars and experienced many worlds.
He originally thought that the bloodline family rule in Beiyuan enslaved hundreds of millions of human beings to support the family, killing at every turn for fun; the incense and sacred ways of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace imprisoned thoughts and souls. Fanatic belief is driven by gods, and the mortal monks under the rule of Shadow Demon Abyss are all shadows...
He originally thought that these were already hell on earth, the lowest bottom line.
After all, the Shuoyang Heavenly Lord, Shadow Demon Abyss and Xuanwu Heavenly Palace monks have studied the process for countless generations and invested countless wisdom and immortal achievements. They have already squeezed it to the limit and cannot increase the output no matter how hard they try.
Now, Jiang Ding saw what was underneath the bottom line.
That is, being a slave, being a servant, not being able to squeeze out your flesh and blood, you are no longer needed!
At least in this world, the human monks in this small world called Demonic Stone began to become extinct.
It is expected that in a few hundred years, except for one or two pets, the human race will no longer exist in this world. Their ecological positions will be occupied by many powerful races and they will no longer be able to survive.
Racial justice.
These four words appeared heavily in Jiang Ding's heart for the first time.
Compared with this place, Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, Shadow Demon Abyss, and Shuoyang Heavenly Lord seem to have become good people, and Shuoyang Heavenly Lord seems to have become a holy master, a sage like Fuxi, Shennong, and Yandi in ancient times.
Needless to say,
Emperor Yan and Fu Xi, as tribal leaders and slave owners, were also bloody and cruel, and had many historical limitations.
But this does not damage their historical status and historical achievements.
"I wish you good luck."
Jiang Ding whispered.
He will not take action, even if the human race in this world becomes extinct.
Maybe he can be very hidden and no one knows about it, including the Zhenshan Sect monks. After all, there are only Jindan-level forces around here, and he is like an ant to him.
However, things in the world must have traces.
Once a move is made, no matter what method is used, traces will definitely appear. There will be changes in the material and spiritual world in the objective world, which will inevitably increase the risk of exposure.
Once the traces left behind are known to the powerful ones of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, the overall situation of the entire Nine Spirit Realm will fall short.
On the other hand, if the Nine Spirit Realm can win in the end, the human race will definitely prosper in this star realm. This is bound to be the case, because even evil sects such as Shadow Demon Abyss and Xuanwu Tiangong are also human sects.
Comparing the two, Jiang Ding chose to give up temporarily.
Shadow Demon Daozi has passed his plan to the rear.
Many seniors of the Immortal Sect, as well as the eight powerful Immortal Sects, and many deity transformation people are mature and have rich experience. They will definitely make a more precise and reliable combat plan. When the time comes, they can execute it according to the plan from the rear and their own abilities.
Everything will have to wait.
Jiang Ding's soul gradually fell silent, disappeared, and entered a standby state. He even stopped practicing, minimizing his presence.
This is the drawback of sects such as the Immortal Sect and the Qingmu Immortal Sect.
They are unable to increase in strength as they lurk. They are not like a fish in water like Shadow Demon Abyss. From exercises to spells and magic weapons, everything is created for lurking and concealment. Latent and concealment are simply part of the training of Shadow Demon Abyss monks. .
"Oh?"
Just after entering the latent state, Jiang Ding was awakened by the surveillance that was kept at all times by the outside world, and looked in the direction of the Zhenshan Sect master.
……
Ding ding!
After Master Jianshi finished chiseling the stone for the last time, a third-order purple jade stone that was as bright as a fire fell from the stone skin and rolled on the ground, exuding abundant spiritual energy fluctuations.
There were more wrinkles on his face unconsciously.
"My longevity, my blood..."
Master Jianshi numbly put away the third-order purple jade stone.
This year, his work is finally done.
This is not the kindness of the Demonic Rock Clan, this is impossible. The Demonic Rock Clan did not dare to use Emperor Yanshi's wealth to do good deeds. They were only taking care of it. If it was really missing, the Demonic Rock Clan would have to make up for the lack even if they slaughtered their own family members, so as not to let the master suffer.
According to the plan of the Demonic Rock Clan, one level 3 purple jade stone per year can produce the maximum level of level 3 purple jade stone. If there are more, the output will indeed increase in a short period of time, and then the output will show a cliff-like decline. It cannot be sustained.
Once such things happen in large numbers, the Demonic Rock Clan's status in the "Nine-Class Slave Clan System" will fall, and it is possible for them to become a low-class slave Clan like the Human Race.
At that time, the Fox Clan, the Tiger Clan, and the Demonic Blood Tree Clan will all be salivating... There are slave clans that can take their place, but no slave clan is indispensable.
"I...can still live for eighty-two years, and I can live to be two hundred and ninety years old."
Master Jianshi picked up the third-order purple jade stone and stared at the beautiful color: "Then, there will be no successors."
"After I die, my sect and millions of people from thousands of miles around will die and be buried deep in the mines to nourish the veins. This is how all failed races will be eliminated."
"Every hundred years, a lower-class race is buried in the mountains."
"Eighty-two years later, it will be Zhenshan Sect."
"If so, Blood River King..."
He suddenly stopped.
Master Jianshi practiced for several more months, and after recovering some energy and blood, he made sure that there was no one around, slowly walked into the Patriarch's Hall, worshiped the ancestors of the Zhenshan Sect of all generations, and activated the shielding formation.
This is a quasi-third level concealment formation.
The inheritance of Zhenshan Sect is pitifully incomplete, and Master Jianshi is much weaker than the weakest golden elixir Jiang Ding has ever seen.
Jiang Ding looked through the formation and towards the Zhenshan Sect's Patriarch Hall.
There were people worshiping there, none other than Master Jianshi.
However, this is just an illusion.
Jiang Ding's gaze penetrated the deep strata unimpeded and landed deep underground in a cave covered by a third-level mid-grade concealment formation.
Here, there is a blood pool several miles wide.
The bottom of the blood pool is covered with white bones. Most of the bones belong to human mortals and monks, while a small number of bones belong to monks from powerful races in nearby areas such as the Fox Tribe, Rabbit Tribe, and Bull Demon Tribe.
The corpses and souls of these human-monk monks were dissolved by the blood pool and turned into a pool of scarlet water.
"A bit evil..."
Jiang Ding frowned.
If he saw such a monk elsewhere, he would easily beat him to death.
In the courtyard of Beiyuan Tushan, the demon cultivators who practiced human cultivation were severely punished, and they were severely punished all the time.
In recent years, sword cultivators from the Great Sun Sword Capital have joined in like crazy, using their sense of smell as sensitive as a dog to search for any human-monster cultivators who meet the standards of Tushan Law and can be beaten to death.
Now, Jiang Ding couldn't bear to see this bloody scene.
Any morality must be based on survival.
Without survival, morality is out of the question.
"The Blood River King...is dead?"
Master Jianshi was now wearing a bloody robe, his features were much younger, and he whispered: "I am the strongest genius in the human race in ten thousand years, and dare to spy on the great emperor."
"If he can become the slave emperor, the human race will be much better off."
"Naihe... he should be dead, and it will drag me down until now."
He sighed.
There was no resentment in his words, even though the people the Blood River King killed the most were always human beings, bloody, cruel and moody.
"Look for some opportunities and beat that naughty fox from the Zishan Fox Clan to death..."
"Alas, all golden elixir lives belong to the Demonic Rock Clan. I don't know if they will be exposed this time. My master was exposed last time. Fortunately, he blew himself up before he died."
"It's hard to say if the Blood Demon Rebellion happens again..."
Master Jianshi sighed bitterly.
(End of chapter)