Chapter 1062: The first genius of the human race in the Jiaoming Realm
This old skeleton blood vine demon is actually the Blood River King in disguise, and has been lurking here for who knows how many years.
It is even said that the rise of the Skeleton Blood Vine Demon Clan is related to him. During this process, no one knew that the Blood River King secretly absorbed the healing blood nutrients under the eyes of the Demon Rock Clan.
As for Jiang Ding, an outsider who was unfamiliar with this place, why did he find the Blood River King here that even the monks from the Horned Demon Emperor Clan could not find?
This is simple, just use the powerful ones as cattle and horses.
Blood River King's ability to hide and escape is actually pretty good. With the help of the long space, Jiang Ding would not have been able to find a cultivator who was deliberately avoiding him if he didn't have luck and a boundary formation.
The world is so big, and if people don't see you face to face, it will be useless no matter how powerful your spiritual consciousness and sword intent are.
But no matter how strong the Blood River King's hiding ability is, it's useless even if he's not in this world and hiding in other small worlds. The technique of refining the void and making calculations is extremely mysterious. As long as he decides to find a monk at the god level, as long as he The distance is not too far, it is just a matter of holding it with your hands.
Jiang Ding is not a Taoist disciple of the Immortal Sect. He has many scruples about the power of refining the void and hesitates again and again.
As long as Great Lianxu didn't refuse, he could not wait to let Great Lianxu do all the things for him. All he had to do was open his mouth and eat, thus minimizing the risk.
"Spare your life!"
"Your Majesty, spare your life!"
The old skeleton blood vine demon fell to his knees without any dignity of a god-transforming monk, and said sadly: "There is a shortage of inheritance for lower cultivators. Apart from some ability to escape and hide, it is really not worthy of being called a king."
"Xiaxiu was actually wronged before. Xiaxiu never dared to peek into the realm of the Great Emperor. This was all framed by the Demon Mountain of the Demon Rock Clan!"
He gritted his teeth and said: "This Demonic Mountain, for the sake of the Demonic Rock Clan's selfish interests, excludes dissenters, it is really unworthy of a human being!"
The Blood River King looked like he had been greatly wronged.
Obviously, in his opinion, the person in front of him was a monk from the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, and he was also an extremely powerful king among the Imperial Clan.
Otherwise, how could he be able to suppress a cultivator at the peak of his spiritual transformation with just his thoughts?
"Is it wronged?"
"Maybe not."
Jiang Ding had no intention of showing his body in front of the Blood River King. He smiled and sighed: "The human race is such a rebellious race and is naturally unwilling to be inferior to others."
"This has to do with the way the human race grows."
"Without a strong bloodline, without a stable class, no one is born strong."
"In the process of growing up as a senior monk, the peaks that were previously insurmountable have been crossed and leveled one after another. No matter how difficult things seemed to my young self, I have accomplished them one by one."
"Step by step."
"Now, we have reached the edge of the imperial realm."
"People tell you that this is your end. Are you convinced? Are you willing?"
"Are you willing?"
The body of the old skeleton blood vine demon was shaken.
This sentence simply spoke to his heart. There was no difference at all. It was the most genuine voice from the bottom of his heart. It was as if another person was speaking.
The old skeleton blood vine demon was silent for a long time and did not make any further excuses.
"Imperial Clan,"
"Do you have such a profound understanding of an ant-like race like ours?"
The Blood River King laughed miserably: "It seems that there is indeed a reason why the Imperial Clan can become the master of the realm. They are powerful in every aspect and are not as arrogant and shallow as we used to seem."
“It’s really, really powerless.”
His heart hit rock bottom.
The strong are only strong.
He could still remain humble and sober in the face of ants. This way, he really couldn't find any possibility of overthrowing the rule of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan.
"There must always be some people in the family who study various aspects."
Jiang Ding did not comment on the Blood River King's misunderstanding, nor did he intend to be honest with him and ask for his help.
This doesn't need to be the case.
The morals of the god-transformation monks who grew up in such a cruel environment in the Jiao Nether Realm are extremely low, and there is no bottom line. This is understandable in order to survive, but they absolutely cannot be trusted.
Of course, even if it seems trustworthy, Jiang Ding will not accept it. "Answer my question."
"Why don't you drink this blood spirit wine?"
Jiang Ding asked: "I have read your information. Every penny counts. You rise from the humble beginnings of the slave clan. When you are young, you often save every penny of spiritual stones. This is one of the important reasons for your rise. He is a wise and thrifty man who makes money in the past. He was the chief household manager of the Firestone Imperial Palace in the past and was reused by the Firestone family.”
"You still haven't changed this habit when you reached the king's level."
"But why did you give up this bottle of blood spirit wine?"
Jiang Ding asked curiously.
He was evaluating, mobilizing Blood River King's emotions and soul power to make some preparations for what was to come.
"Because this is spiritual wine made from human blood."
Blood River King said lowly.
He seems to be desperate, but in fact he still hasn't given up in private. He is looking for various opportunities and is still stalling for time, not giving up even the smallest possibility of escape.
"Human blood?"
Jiang Ding was a little confused and didn't quite believe it.
"You have grown up to this point and have killed hundreds of millions, most of them from the human race. After all, the human race is your own race. You know it best and know how far you can go without attracting suppression from the Horned Demon Emperor Clan. Attracting resentment and hostility from other slave kings.”
"These dead humans, their blood, and their souls, haven't they all turned into the material for your growth?"
"No, no, no."
"No, this is different."
The Blood River King shook his head: "I practice with their blood and souls. This is the difference between the strong and the weak, the law of the jungle. If I am weak and defeated, I should also become the nourishment for others' cultivation. This is natural. .”
"And this wine is different."
"This is food."
"I cannot feed on people."
"I can kill them, and plunder everything they have, and use it for cultivation, but I cannot use people as food, because people are not food in the first place, but living beings with spirits."
He has a strict set of Taoist logic.
Although this result makes no difference to the people who died under his hands, both as food and as cultivation qualifications, they are both dead.
"The weak eat the strong."
"Is this your Taoist heart, your 'principle'?"
Jiang Ding was thoughtful.
"This is quite appropriate..."
"Suitable?!"
There was a strong warning sign in Blood River King's heart.
But before he could do anything, his eyes became drowsy and hazy. After a few breaths, his soul lost consciousness and fainted on the ground.
Jiang Ding watched quietly.
In his eyes, the body of the old skeleton blood vine demon collapsed, revealing a middle-aged monk with white hair like snow and a blood robe. He had a handsome and monstrous appearance, with blood-like light flowing in his pupils, making him look monstrous. And terrible.
This is the true form of the Blood River King.
At this time, strands of gray-black sword energy spread from Blood River King's limbs, poured into his heart, meridians, Dantian, and then into his head and soul, beginning to control everything about him.
It is expected that it will be completely under control in ten years.
This is the magical secret technique of Shadow Demon Abyss, the puppet soul drawing technique.
Continuing in the evening
(End of chapter)