Chapter 1089: Killing to protect the Tao, not just because you like it
In the dark and silent star field, a blood-robed Taoist sat cross-legged.
In front of the blood-robed Taoist, a long sword was suspended.
Next to the long sword, ten blood dragons roared ferociously, sending out waves of roars, vaguely similar to the roars of kings such as Demon Leaf King and Sha Yi King.
The voice is full of resentment and unwillingness, and any roar of Yilian can kill a Nascent Soul level sect in an instant.
"King of Magic Leaf, stop struggling."
"It's useless."
Jiang Ding's expression was calm, and he used various spells to suppress the restlessness of the ten blood dragons: "In the past, when you killed millions of slaves at every turn, why didn't you have such strong unwillingness and resentment?"
"Now it's my turn, but my reaction is bigger."
"But it's no use, just enjoy it."
One after another magic spells fell, roaring incessantly, the ten fierce and powerful blood dragons gradually calmed down, and were thrown into the Blood River Sword. They were consumed, swallowed, and obliterated by the billions of fine Blood River Sword Qi in the Blood River Sword. All the resentment and unwillingness during his lifetime were left only with pure blood essence and soul essence.
Of course, this is purely relative.
At a deeper level, at a more microscopic level, there must still be many residues, and it can never be absolutely pure. This is a shortcoming that the blood path and the demon path can never get rid of.
This is the reason why demon cultivators often go crazy.
In terms of purity, these external blood and powers can never be compared with the mana that the cultivators themselves have constantly honed and grown.
This is the true meaning of the so-called true cultivation of the right path, slow first and then fast, and accumulate gradually.
Jiang Ding laid down a series of spells and forcefully stuffed the blood dragons transformed by the energy and spirit of ten kings including Moye King, Sha Yi King into the Blood River Sword, refining it bit by bit to strengthen it bit by bit. Strengthen the foundation of the Blood River Sword, make up for the foundation that was damaged in the past, and make the Blood River Sword substantially improved.
In the end, all ten blood dragons were pressed into the blood jade-like sword body. From time to time, bulges appeared on the sword body, which were faces, vaguely similar to the Demon Leaf King, Sha Yi King and others, but they were all covered by a layer of The blood film blocked him and he couldn't break free.
These ferocious faces that protrude from time to time make this blood demon sword even more terrifying.
Anyone who sees this sword for the first time will immediately be sure that it is a magic weapon that has killed billions and accumulated old demons. There will be no misunderstanding.
"...Killing is to protect life, killing karma is not killing people..."
"I am actually kind and naive."
Jiang Ding whispered.
There was blood in his eyes, which was a foot long, and the violent killing intent spread unconsciously in all directions, enough to cause all living creatures within a thousand miles to dry up and die in an instant.
"However, there are always demons in the world who disturb all living beings and cannot find peace."
"Therefore, the sword is always stained with blood..."
Jiang Ding's eyes fell on the simple bamboo slips that flew out automatically. The blood in his eyes gradually disappeared, looking calm and peaceful.
The dark green simple bamboo slips bloomed with rays of light, reflecting the figures of the Emperor Hōryu and others.
"King of Blood River, you killed King Sha Yi..."
When King Shen Shan appeared, his eyes were blood red and his face was extremely ferocious.
Apparently, he and King Sha Yi, both kings of the Yanshi family, had quite a friendship. As soon as they learned that King Sha Yi had died and all their descendants had been slaughtered, he immediately went crazy.
"Yes, he seeks death, I will kill him."
"King Chenshan."
Jiang Ding nodded lightly and admitted.
He ignored King Shenshan's rage and said: "King Shenshan, if you really miss King Sha Yi, you can tell me that I will go to the Black Water Realm to see you off so that you can meet King Sha Yi. He’s not lonely either.”
"You dare..."
King Shenshan was furious and almost going crazy, but he stopped talking and felt extremely cold in his heart.
King Shenshan did not dare to continue roaring and reprimanding.
This slave king has no taboos.
He really dared to kill himself!
Even if the emperor tried to stop him, it would be useless, and no one could stop him.
There is no etiquette or order in him, and there is no reverence at all. There is only the desire for the imperial realm and the endless greed for the blood of all living beings.
This kind of ferocious demon, even if it appears in the human race, is the target of being surrounded and killed by the human race.
Where can the race come from that can be a threat?
This is a human monk who has no shortcomings and no escape route.
"The emperor's son."
"The ten kings have been crowned. What do I want from the Great Emperor?"
Jiang Ding ignored King Shenshan, showed a friendly smile, and looked at the Emperor Yanliu on the throne.
The Flame Emperor's son had a cold face and did not respond.
"Oh?" The smile on Jiang Ding's face faded little by little.
He stopped talking, and wasn't angry about anything. He just stared at the Flame Emperor on the throne, not knowing what he was thinking.
An instinctive panic suddenly arose in the heart of the Flame Emperor. His heart began to beat violently under his calm appearance, and his palms became sweaty.
"The Blood River King!"
"You killed the emperor's third uncle! Where do you have the nerve to ask for a reward?"
King Shenshan angrily scolded: "Furthermore, the emperor and you agreed that the heads of the ten imperial guards of the Cangkong Emperor would be exchanged for the Great Emperor's Sutra."
"You didn't meet the requirements!"
“Not bad, the requirements are quite detailed.”
Jiang Ding laughed dumbly.
"You have no joke."
King Shenshan sneered and did not give in at all.
This was unexpected. He didn't know where he got the confidence from, but he suddenly had such toughness.
"Interesting."
"How many kings have surrendered to the emperor?"
Jiang Ding thought for a moment, made a guess, and asked with a smile.
These kings of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan are all dogs.
Persuading these kings in a good voice should be ignored. They weigh all kinds of trade-offs and think about all kinds of pros and cons. They often talk about the righteousness of the imperial clan and the rise and fall of the imperial clan. They throw high hats at you, and they occupy enough positions. Cheap, all kinds of high-profile, even the kings within the Yanshi family are like this.
But, you ignore them.
Pull out the butcher's knife and beat the die-hard resisters to death one by one. In an instant, these kings who talk about the righteousness of the imperial family will become as well-behaved as a dog. They won't make any conditions and suddenly have family feelings. Knowing that as the king of the Yanshi family, he should be loyal to the family emperor.
Suddenly, it made sense.
"Not much, not much."
King Shenshan sneered: "Including slave kings, there are only a dozen kings in total. Relying on the small thousand world formation, it is enough to resist the army of Emperor Cangkong."
This is a waxing and waning.
There are fewer kings who are loyal to the Emperor of the Blue Sky, which in turn strengthens the power of the Emperor of Flame Stream, bringing the strength of both sides closer to each other quickly. It is no longer the huge gap that is almost desperate like before.
King Shenshan looked at the blood-robed Taoist coldly.
What the emperor needs is not an unruly wolf that can bite back at any time, but a tame domestic dog!
In fact, it's also for the wild dog's benefit.
If he does not restrain his unruliness, even if he wins the war, he may not be able to survive. This will make the emperor miss a big help and the Yanshi family will lose a piece of strength.
This is not what King Shenshan wants to see.
So, taking advantage of the opportunity, he hoped to tame the wild dog.
"In that case..."
Jiang Ding chuckled: "Since the emperor doesn't need to be here, let's just let it go."
"The Cangkong Emperor is called the virtuous Emperor, so he will definitely not treat me badly."
In his hand, a butterfly with green flames appeared out of nowhere.
In fact, Jiang Ding originally wanted to go to the small world of Blackwater and kill all the kings who came to serve him, so that the Emperor of Flame Stream would be more honest.
However, this seemed too eye-catching and a bit counterintuitive, so I dropped it.
"This is..."
"The Emperor of the Sky?"
Emperor Yanliu's hair stood on end and his heart trembled. He no longer looked like a clay statue of Bodhisattva and allowed King Shenshan to come forward.
"Serious words!"
"King of Blood River, you are serious."
The Flame Emperor's son looked at the illusory green flame butterfly repeatedly and showed a humble and flattering smile.
"King Shenshan is old and confused. Don't be offended."
"Since you want the middle piece of the Emperor's Sutra, I'll give it to you."
The Imperial Son of Flame Ryū began to be considerate.
(End of chapter)