Chapter 1095: Achieving the Imperial Realm
Magic Vine Small World, night.
A river of blood flows in the sky, flickering and rising and falling with the moon and stars. It has experienced the baptism of wind, frost, rain and snow, and is a part of nature.
Over the years, hundreds of millions of sentient beings in the Demonic Vine World have adapted to the river of blood in the sky, and are no longer worried about it all the time.
Many slave tribes are fighting, rioting, producing, and reproducing on the earth as usual, just like they have been for countless years. The only difference is that the existence of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan is missing, and the lives of all tribes have become much easier.
The monks no longer have to use their essence, blood and longevity to refine treasures. Qi-training monks can easily live over one hundred years old, foundation-building monks can easily live over two hundred years old, and golden elixir monks no longer languish with age. Two dry...
Everything is so beautiful.
Until today, the blood river in the sky began to revive again.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom, boom, boom...
The beating sound of a heart like a big drum appeared in the blood river, and a huge life mixed with billions of life breaths appeared again between heaven and earth, with monstrous murderous intent and endless greed for the blood and lives of all living beings.
Countless creatures were terrified by it, and there was silence for tens of thousands of miles.
All wars, production, dancing, reproduction, farming, marching... all stopped, and all creatures stood in place in fear, not daring to make even a single sound.
In the sky, in the river of blood, a face began to appear, blurry, beautiful and strange.
"It's coming, it's coming..."
"Finally, it's here, it's here..."
The huge bloody face whispered.
A voice appears.
It was clearly the voice of one person, but it seemed like hundreds of millions of people were speaking together, male voices, female voices, children's voices, old men's voices, the thick voice of the Demon Rock Clan monk, the dull and loud voice of the Black Tiger Clan monk. ... All kinds of voices brought countless echoes in this word.
The Blood River King looked at the bright red blood sword in front of him.
Countless faces were wailing, the faces of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, the faces of the ninth, seventh and eighth-class slave clans. They roared crazily, cursed with hatred, stretched out their densely bloody arms, and tried to break free from the flying swords, but failed. Pressed back by a layer of blood film, he will never be reincarnated.
"Cangkong, what kind of surprise will you bring me?"
Jiang Ding said to himself.
At this moment, he felt a subtle and cold soul-locking aura, which locked his soul through cause and effect. He could not escape or expel it no matter what.
This is a very high-level cause-and-effect tracking technique. Blood River King has no ability to break free and has no such inheritance.
However, he didn't intend to break away.
The current Blood River King has swallowed the blood and souls of countless living beings. While his strength has been greatly enhanced, he is on the verge of becoming possessed at any time and is unable to carry out many tactical actions such as maneuvering, hiding, and escaping.
He only had two choices.
The self-sealing waits for the passage of time, and it takes thousands of years to kill the resentment in the blood of hundreds of millions of lives.
Or, fight to the point of madness, and finally achieve transcendence in the battle, suppress the demonic thoughts of many living beings, and complete a self-purification and sublimation of blood demon cultivation.
There is no other possibility.
Jiang Ding looked at the sky in the distance and waited silently.
I don’t know how much time passed.
Buzz!
As the space runes flickered, a small river village and an ink painting phantom composed of shepherd boys appeared between the sky and the earth, gradually becoming solid.
"Oh?"
Jiang Ding was a little surprised.
As a layman in the art industry, he could see that these ink painting lines contained extremely high artistic attainments in painting. He felt a certain indescribable beauty from them, which was quite incompatible with the rough and direct civilized style of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan. .
However, this is not very strange.
There are deviants in every race, and occasionally there are strong men from the Horned Demon Emperor Clan who like art. This is not surprising.
call out!
Phew!
Jiang Ding's thoughts moved, and the thousand-mile blood river rippled. Hundreds of thousands of blood-red sword energy were generated. With immortal will, thousands of arrows were fired, submerging the gradually solidified ink painting shadow into nothingness.
Attacking the enemy unprepared is the correct way of war.
However, these countless bloody sword energy were all in vain.
Countless sword energy fell on the ink painting of Xiaohe Village and passed through it without encountering any resistance. It is as if the ink painting of the small river village that is right in front of you is not in front of you, but in another distant space that cannot be touched by people in this world.
"Extremely brilliant and unfamiliar space technology..."
Jiang Ding's eyes narrowed.
He knew that he could not prevent the arrival of people from the Horned Demon Emperor Clan and that they would be crushed in the field of space technology.
However, there is nothing to fear,
Just death.
Jiang Ding stood with his arms folded and waited quietly.
As the space runes continued to bloom, the ink painting of the creek village continued to solidify, and finally a creek village was truly revealed, in which the faces of many kings of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan were revealed.
In addition to Emperor Cangkong and others, there was another gorgeous woman carrying eight black spider legs, and four kings of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan with powerful auras.
The auras of these kings in the unknown space suddenly became real, no longer distant, and could be easily touched.
The river of blood flowed, rushing between the heaven and the earth, wrapping up the thirty kings of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan.
But seeing the river of blood running across the sky and the earth, covering thousands of kilometers, the kings are like small boats in the sea, with the possibility of capsizing at any time.
"Oh?"
"King of Blood River, will you stop running away?"
Emperor Cangkong was a little surprised.
In the past, once his large army was discovered, the Blood River King would immediately flee without making contact at all. This was the main reason why he was difficult to deal with, and it was even more difficult than an army of millions.
Now, he looks resigned to his fate.
This made him somewhat regretful.
With the ancient Shinto painting boat in hand, Emperor Cangkong still wanted to enjoy chasing his prey for a while, and sit and watch the prey struggling in despair. Burning blood and essence for this was useless, and he could not escape. In the place he was proud of, Completely defeated in front of Eunsu.
In this way, it will be a matter of great happiness in the world.
However, this emotion only flashed in the heart of Emperor Cangkong. He had enough self-control and would not actually execute it. It was better to kill his opponent in the most efficient way.
"Escape?"
"I will not run away, my emperor's talents."
Jiang Ding shook his head.
His sword intent enveloped all directions, and his eyes finally fell on the beautiful woman with eight spider legs on her back. He smiled slightly: "Unfamiliar strong man, your strength ranks first among the kings, much more than the sky. You don't know your true nature." Would you be honored to know your name and where you are from? ”
"Hehe."
"King of Blood River, my name is Spider Star, from the imperial guard of the ancient emperor Cangyan."
Spider Star King smiled and said: "You call yourself me? This is the style of the human race's god-turned-god king. According to records, in ancient times, many human race god-turned-god kings called themselves this way. Have you obtained the inheritance of ancient Shinto?"
"Hand it over."
Her smile faded and she ordered.
"Ancient Shinto inheritance?"
"Why do you think so?"
Jiang Ding was a little curious, but didn't get an answer, so he asked again: "If I hand it over, can I survive?"
"Can't."
"You will still die, but you will die without pain."
The Spider Star King said calmly: "A slave who kills his master will definitely die. No matter what kind of alien genius, it is useless and the crime is unpardonable."
She said without any cover.
"Not bad."
"The laws of the imperial clan are really strict."
Jiang Ding understood.
boom!
In an instant, over thousands of miles, waves of blood surged into the sky, and the river of blood rolled back, forming countless blood-red sword energies that rushed down towards the kings, and the brutal bloody murderous intent spread in all directions.
This fight will last until the death!
(End of chapter)