Chapter 1071 The Great Emperor's Scripture
Emperor Yanliu said he was not afraid of death?
Jiang Ding just laughed out loud.
Not afraid of death.
Is this something that can be done just by talking, with passion and temper rising, and by biting the bullet?
Without going through countless hardships, experiencing many social practices, knowing all kinds of things in the world, understanding the laws of social operation, and constantly strengthening one's Taoist heart in the process...
Having never experienced this, a doll who grew up in a greenhouse says that he is not afraid of life or death?
This is a joke.
"You..."
The Emperor Yanliu's face was green and red, but he did not dare to say any more humiliating words.
This lowly slave really dared to kill him!
He had no doubt that if he had not begged for mercy, the bloody sword would have pierced his head, shattering countless brains and turning them into a ball of cotton wool without any vitality.
At this moment, he deeply felt the gap between himself and the king who had fought all the way up.
Not only the strength, but also the fighting spirit.
If King Shen Shan was here, or even the Demon Mountain was here, they would never be able to say anything to beg for mercy, and they would just die if they died.
Buzz!
The bloody sword in his throat vibrated, causing severe pain.
The Emperor's expression was twisted in pain.
"Flame."
"It's good that you cherish your life. Only those who cherish their lives can live long."
Jiang Ding said indifferently: "Where is the Great Emperor scripture I want?"
"I defeated Emperor Cangkong for you, and you gave me the Great Emperor's scriptures, and you gave them to me first."
"In this way, you win the battle of emperor and son, get the crown of emperor and son, and become the great emperor in the future."
"I got my chance."
"The Great Emperor's Scripture... This is impossible!"
The Flame Emperor's son covered his throat with both hands, holding back the pain, and said angrily: "I'm just the Emperor's son! I'm not the Great Emperor, how could I have the Great Emperor's scriptures!"
"Huh?"
"Do you think it's possible?"
He gave a completely different answer than he had previously promised.
"This has nothing to do with me."
"Flame."
Jiang Ding said coldly: "I came today and if I can't get the Great Emperor's scriptures, then I will die. It would be best if I could kill you and let you be buried with me."
"If I can't kill you and see the emperor's methods, I will die without regrets!"
"Shall I ask you again?"
"Is this the answer you gave me?"
Jiang Ding asked with murderous intent.
"King of Blood River, you are crazy!"
"You are crazy!"
The Emperor Yanliu ignored the pain in his throat and became furious: "So what if you get the Great Emperor Scripture? Can you be promoted to the Great Emperor?"
"Do you know that because of your actions, the entire human race will be slaughtered!"
"Gu will give you one last chance. Be loyal to Gu. Gu will try his best to make the human race the ninth level of the slave race. Even your life can be saved."
"Don't ever... again!"
boom!
A streak of blood-colored sword energy slashed forward, slashing the Emperor of Flame Stream out of the pit. He vomited blood and fell backwards, hitting him several miles away. His muscles and bones were broken one after another.
The Flame Emperor's body was covered in blood and flesh, making him even more miserable.
"Stop talking nonsense."
"No more nonsense!"
"Fire, you damn bastard!"
The blood in Jiang Ding's eyes almost came out of his body, and his spiritual aura was restless and crazy. He said sternly: "How many times do I have to tell you! Only then will you understand that I only have more than a thousand years to live!"
"I'm going to die!"
"Do you know, you bastard?"
"I'm not a waste like you! As long as there are Great Emperor Scriptures and Great Emperor Scriptures, I will definitely be promoted to Great Emperor, I will definitely be promoted to Great Emperor!"
"Do you understand?"
The blood-robed Taoist's expression was twisted, and he was waving his arms wildly, describing something.
He simply ignored the so-called human race that would be annihilated in the future, had no reaction, and did not even raise it specifically.
"This bitch..."
The Emperor Yanliu felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.
The gap between the king and the emperor cannot be bridged by a scripture about the emperor.
Not to mention the bastard Blood River King, he was trained by his father since he was a child and is the son of the emperor. Now he has little hope of becoming the emperor.
How could a mere ant, who was practicing the Blood Dao Kung Fu and had some strange encounters, dare to spy on the Great Emperor Realm?
However, these reasons mean nothing to a madman.
……
In the center of the Flame Stone Star Territory, there is a vast palace with rising flames.
This palace is located in the center of the Flame Stone Star Territory. It naturally absorbs the spiritual energy tides of more than ten small worlds and converges here. It contains many sixth-level treasures of heaven and earth, and it always exudes a heavy atmosphere of chaos.
At this point, the king can only bow and worship, and dare not slack off in case of emergency. In the center of the Flame Palace, a red flame giant as big as a mountain sat on the throne, quietly watching everything happening in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.
I don’t know how much time passed.
"Emperor?"
Far away from the throne, a king of the Yanshi family asked softly: "Should we send the king to kill this slave who betrayed his master?"
"The existence of this slave has brought shame to the family."
But he didn't say that he would bring back the Flame Emperor's son.
The battle between emperors and sons involves the dispute between the great emperor and the ancient emperor, which is not something that a king like him can comment on.
No response.
The king of the Yanshi family bowed respectfully, backed away slowly, and said no more words.
The palace became quiet again.
It seemed like a long, long time had passed.
Buzz!
At some point, a simple and ancient bamboo slip appeared in the imperial palace in flames. It had a style different from that of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, and was obviously something from other immortal civilizations.
"The Great Emperor..."
The surrounding kings of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan were shocked, but they did not dare to give any advice.
call out!
The vicissitudes of bamboo slips disappeared.
……
"Bitch?"
"Is this your final answer?"
Jiang Ding's crazy expression faded and he regained his composure: "At the end of my life, it is a great honor and sorrow that I can still see the emperor's methods."
"No matter how long the slave king lives, who can be as good as me at this moment?"
"Hahaha!"
Jiang Ding laughed wildly: "Moshan, you are a waste who has been my opponent for countless years!"
"Even if you are a groveling loser who actively integrates loyalty and servility into your soul, you must be envious of me at this moment, right?"
Demon Mountain reluctantly stopped in front of the Emperor Yanliu without saying a word.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahahaha!"
"Great Emperor, who can see me off?"
Keng!
Jiang Ding gently drew his sword.
While drawing the sword, the blazing bloody flames burned on his body and in his soul. The sticky blood body seemed to turn into something extremely flammable, turning the blood-robed Taoist into a radiant person. Don't dare to look directly.
He is clearly burning everything!
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
"King of Blood River, you don't have to be like this..."
The Flame Emperor's heart felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
At this moment, it seemed as if a whole bloody world collapsed, and the terrifying blood sword intent suppressed him, freezing his soul and making his body stiff.
Unexpectedly, there is no resistance at all!
All instincts and the emperor's extremely keen fighting talent clearly told the emperor Hiroyu a fact.
This sword will kill you!
It can't be avoided, it can't be run away, and it can't be stopped!
Must die!
The Flame Emperor now clearly felt what it would be like to have an opponent who was far stronger than him burn his body and soul, fight frantically for his life, and slash out with a sword.
It's just like death in destiny!
The Flame Emperor had a clear premonition that he was about to die, not at the hands of the Blood River King, but at the hands of the Blue Sky Emperor.
The two seemed to overlap across time.
This is fate.
"The Blood River King..."
"Stop, I can give it to you..."
The Flame Emperor suddenly woke up and started frantically trying to persuade him to say something. He made all kinds of promises, and even swore on his ancestors and ancient gods. He was extremely sincere and trustworthy.
However, all this is in vain.
The sword slashed down slowly.
"No..."
The Flame Emperor's son was in despair.
The abyss of death enveloped him.
Just then.
Suddenly, the despairing expression of the Flame Emperor's son froze, full of disbelief.
"The Blood River King!"
The Flame Emperor's son roared with all his life's strength: "I can give you the Great Emperor's scriptures!"
call out!
The bloody sword that was about to be chopped off stopped.
Jiang Ding looked up.
He looked in front of him, and a simple and ancient bamboo slip appeared in front of him.
This is a slightly dim dark green, which seems to have passed through endless time, passed through the hands of countless people, and been understood by countless people.
Now, it appeared in front of him like this, ups and downs.
(End of chapter)