Chapter 1075: Monks from all races are suffering too much
The meeting with Jiudaozi broke up on bad terms.
Jiang Ding didn't care and retreated to the virtual world of the soul.
These Taoists fight for the interests of their respective sects. The so-called control power given by the powerful is only meager and cannot restrain the Taoists at all.
Likewise, these Taoists will not stop arranging the Void Refining Level Concealment Formation because of Jiang Ding.
This is their own business.
Jiang Ding is now hiding in a tiger tribe, residing in the soul of a foundation-level black tiger. Looking out through the window-like tiger pupils, a tiger claw as black as cold iron penetrates into the chest of a Demon Rock tribesman. Take out a heart core from the chest.
The face of this Demonic Rock Clan member was full of shock and disbelief. His body slowly fell down and collapsed into a puddle of ore, losing the breath of life.
"Roar!"
"Bai Zhu, you bastard is finally dead! Hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
The black tiger looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, the sound reverberating in all directions. It was unknown how much resentment was contained in its blood-red eyes, and the resentment that had been suppressed for many years.
Once a great revenge is avenged, the feast will be hearty.
"Heimao, you..."
There were tiger cultivators around who looked at Black Tiger with anger and fear.
Black Mao and the Demon Rock Clan patrolled and they knew that Bai Zhu had a blood feud.
Heimao's sister was devoured by Bai Zhu, and his parents were trampled to death by Bai Zhu for nothing. They all knew this.
However, why kill the Demonic Rock Tribe Inspector?
Over the years and generations, this kind of resentment has been countless. This kind of thing has happened frequently. There are many tiger cultivators who are even more miserable than Heimao.
This is the fate of the tiger clan demon cultivator, and it is always like this.
Why can't you bear it?
Why can't you bear it? !
ah? !
"Black hair!"
"You damn bastard!"
"Everyone in our tribe will be killed by you, I will kill you..."
Soon, many tiger demon cultivators were furious, each one extremely crazy, their breath was chaotic, and they were charging towards the black tiger.
"Haha!"
"It's useless for you to kill me! The people of the Demonic Rock Tribe will die here after all!"
Black Tiger laughed wildly, showing no fear.
Even so, he couldn't defeat so many tiger clan demon cultivators. In an instant, the demonic energy burst out and ran away frantically for his life, and soon disappeared.
A group of tiger cultivators searched for him for a long time, but could not find him. Their legs and feet were limp, and they sat down on the ground, crying bitterly.
"It's over!"
"We're done."
A demon cultivator from the tiger tribe murmured, tears falling: "Not only are we going to die, but all the tribesmen are going to die, and their souls are being refined into the Ten Thousand Souls Monument. If you can't live, you can't die..."
Many tiger clan demon cultivators around were in tears.
The people from the Demonic Rock Clan are dead.
The Demonic Rock Clan will not let them go.
Regardless of the reason, regardless of whether they killed them or not, the Demonic Rock tribe will take revenge. This is the domineering nature of the Demonic Rock tribe. It has been like this for countless years, and there has never been an exception.
Gradually, the crying quieted down.
All the Tiger Clan monks, from those at the Qi-training level to those at the Foundation-building level, fell silent and looked at each other.
"Escape!"
"Escape, if you can escape, it counts!"
"I heard that the Demon Rock tribe members died not only here, but also in other places. They may not remember us and spend a lot of energy using great magical search spells to find us!"
"Let's go..." Many tiger monks didn't even return home. They simply rushed towards the wilderness outside the tribe. Their colorful fur quickly merged with the wilderness and disappeared quickly.
A small number of tiger tribe monks hesitated for a moment, returned to the tribe, packed up their belongings, and fled with their families.
Soon, the thousands of tiger tribe members disappeared, and there was no longer a demon monk.
……
In the spirit of Black Tiger, Jiang Ding silently watched the great changes that had taken place in this tiger tribe.
This tiger tribe is called ‘Xiangrou’, Xiangrou tribe.
The function of the Fragrant Meat Tribe is to produce its own flesh and blood for consumption by the monks of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan and a few high-ranking slave tribes. After refining the edible fragrant meat, it will have a certain promotion effect on body refining.
In addition to producing fragrant meat, the monks of this Tiger tribe also serve as cannon fodder and servants. They are occasionally recruited by the Demonic Rock tribe to deal with and kill the weaker slave tribes. They can be called a slave tribe with many uses.
What happened today was an accident, but it was not an accident.
The tiger demon cultivators of the Xiangrou Tribe are highly intelligent immortal beings. No matter how numb and stupid they are, how can they not resent the aliens who devoured their own family members and themselves?
The resentment accumulated over the years can probably be used to refine Nascent Soul-level magic weapons.
So,
Why hasn't this happened before?
Because there were terrifying strong men from the Demonic Rock tribe suppressing them outside, who could slaughter their entire tribe with one hand, and there were tiger kings at the Golden Core level of the Tiger tribe and Nascent Soul level tiger kings suppressing the inside.
These Jindan level and Nascent Soul level tiger kings were given preferential treatment by the Demon Rock tribe. Anyone who dared to rebel would be immediately massacred and suppressed.
Coupled with the selection of obedient Tiger Clan bloodline from generation to generation and the execution of all rebellious Tiger Clan monks, from generation to generation, this fragrant meat tribe can always produce Tiger Clan fragrant meat that satisfies many important figures of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.
Originally, this stable state would continue until the tiger monk named Black Tiger died.
The Horned Demon Emperor clan is rich in experience and has enough means to rule thousands of slave clans.
Now, that has changed.
War broke out.
A large number of strong men from the Demonic Rock Clan and a large number of strong men from the Tiger Clan who originally suppressed the tribe were recruited to the battlefield to participate in the star field war that was like a flesh-and-blood millstone. For the ambition of their masters, they died one by one and could never come back.
Not just for a while, but for almost twenty years, these powerful men who originally suppressed various places have not returned yet.
This time is enough for slaves everywhere to change.
The rule of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan is extremely bloody, cruel, simple and crude, with no room for relaxation or deception. They disdain this and have accumulated a lot of crazy resentment within each slave clan.
Many slaves were on the verge of collapse at any time, and many slave monks were in a semi-crazy state, but were suppressed at any time, so they seemed stable.
This is like volcanoes of various sizes distributed all over the world, which are about to erupt, but due to constant suppression by external forces, they have never erupted. This has been the case for tens of thousands of years. It seems to be the natural state of heaven and earth.
It looks sunny and everything is business as usual.
However, what happens when the power of repression is lost?
Volcanoes erupted one after another!
The demon monk named Black Tiger from the Xiangrouhu tribe killed the inspector of the Demonic Rock tribe is an example.
The Demon Clan's foundation-building monks only have a lifespan of a hundred years under the oppression of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan. Their lives are so short that they have no ability at all and are unwilling to think about things that are too far away.
At this time, they saw the possibility of revenge, and also saw a glimmer of hope of escape. It was completely different from before, so they concentrated on everything.
Life is so joyful, death is so painful.
bitter!
It’s so bitter!
The life of many slave monks is too hard. They always provide their longevity, essence, blood, mana, and flesh and blood to the Horned Demon Emperor clan for people to eat. When there is no rest, there is no hope in life.
Their life is too hard, and they are not afraid of death at all. There is nothing to be afraid of, because there is no nostalgia for such a life.
Now that the opportunity arose, they jumped at it.
Regardless of whether this is a trap or not, whether this moment of carnival and gratification will bring disaster to himself.
I can't control it anymore!
They just want to kill, they just want to fuck, they just want to rob!
The order of the entire Flame Stone Star Territory began to fall into chaos.
There is no longer strict supervision in various places, and the spiritual veins in various places begin to change owners repeatedly. The accidental changes are no longer conspicuous, and are extremely ordinary, everywhere.
(End of chapter)