Chapter 1102 The Nine Immortal Sects are Coming
The aura of the Demonic Flame Giant could be seen with the naked eye collapsing, dropping a large amount, and its strength weakened rapidly.
The battle has come to this point,
More than twenty kings of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan have died!
Some of them come from outside the Flame Stone Star Territory and are the imperial guards of the Emperor of the Sky. Some of them are the kings that the Emperor of the Sky conquered in this area, such as the Demonic Flower King and the Tyrant Sword King.
They are all from the same place, a famous and powerful man in the small world, with a life span of ten thousand years, and a figure like the ancestor of the family.
However, such a strong person dies as easily as an ant on the battlefield, unable to produce any ripples.
By now, the kings of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan have withered away one after another, leaving only the Sky Emperor, Spider Star King and several other seriously injured kings, and the resistance has weakened to the extreme.
They looked at the blood-robed Taoist in the sky in horror.
Before, they had never thought that they would die in the hands of a slave king. They thought it was a fantasy, laughed it off, and regarded war as a hunting game.
However, now it's the other way around, and the self-proclaimed hunter is going to die.
Boom!
In the sky, the blood-robed Taoist had an expressionless face, and the bright blood sun bloomed in his hands. Another blood sun fell from the sky, and its power did not diminish at all, and it bombarded the dying enemy.
"Could it be,"
"Is swordsmanship really unique to the human race?"
The one-horned devil whispered slightly coldly.
An indisputable fact is that his sword skills are indeed weaker than this slave king.
However, how could this happen?
He is the son of the Ancient Emperor of Cangyan Ancient Emperor's family. He has the best resources in the Jiaoming Realm. He has been taught by the Great Emperor and the Ancient Emperor since he was a child. He has many treasures of heaven and earth, and secret treasures of the Emperor's scriptures, which he can ask for without any difficulty.
One of his words said that all sentient beings in the vast star field and nearly a hundred small worlds would be affected by it, and they would do their best to complete his orders, and they would not hesitate to die or injure hundreds of millions for this, even if he just said it casually , a playful thought.
His teachers, his opponents, and his stepping stones are all outstanding figures among men.
He himself is the son of the Ancient Emperor of Cangyan Ancient Emperor's family, and his talent is unparalleled in the realm.
With all these conditions, how could he lose to a lowly slave king in swordsmanship?
Why?
What does this slave have?
The skill is a magic that burns essence and blood. He has been rolling in the mud since he was a child, and he has never had enough to eat. Apart from practicing, he has to use his essence, blood, lifespan, and mana to refine imperial minerals every day. In just over five thousand years, He has reached the end of his life and is about to die. He will not live half as long as the king of the imperial clan.
It was just an accidental encounter, the incomplete swordsmanship inheritance of ancient Shinto, and the insignificant Slave Emperor scriptures such as "Tao Xin Zhong Demon Slave Sutra".
What are these compared to what he has?
Even so, this slave still possesses immortal swordsmanship that surpasses his!
This is really discouraging, and even has evil thoughts in the heart. The Taoist heart is shaken. I doubt that swordsmanship, knife skills, these acquired Tao are unique to the human race. Other races, even a naturally powerful race like the Imperial Race, cannot Go to the extreme, because it is not suitable enough, and there are inherent flaws.
The One-Horned Demon God's thoughts were running through his mind in an instant.
boom!
The blood sun in the sky doesn't care about anything else, it suppresses, kills, and burns everything.
"That's right."
"This battlefield, Blood River King, you have indeed won."
The one-horned demon god's eyes returned to indifference.
He opened his hand and took out a simple scroll with many imperfections. He unfolded it, and there seemed to be countless ink strokes in the void. In an instant, a small river village appeared, with a scene of a shepherd boy driving an old cow past the village.
This ink painting is so abrupt, appearing in the sky, and the broken and turbulent void around it cannot affect anything.
boom!
The blood sun fell on the illusory village. It did not receive any force, nor did it explode. It caused no damage. It just passed through it and collapsed a large area of void. The explosions continued, the world was in turmoil, and it set off the aftermath that destroyed all living things. .
However, the aftermath of these space fragmentation could not affect Xiaohe Village.
These waves passed through it, as if passing through illusory air, and disappeared.
"This is..."
Jiang Ding's pupils shrank and his eyes were fixed on the ink painting of Xiaohe Village and the extremely weak Demon Flame Giant in it.
The demon flame giant transformed by the Emperor of the Sky has reached the edge of death. It should have been vulnerable, but now it seems that it has entered another dimension of space and can no longer be harmed.
What kind of space technology is this?
Jiang Ding was shocked and horrified.
Anytime, anywhere, in battle, one can become blurred at any time, dodge attacks, and leave the enemy helpless. This is simply miraculous and too shameless.
call out!
The small river village outlined in the ink painting turned into a stream of light and flew into the distance at an extremely fast speed, far exceeding the monks who transformed themselves into gods.
"Escape?"
"Your body is not as tough as your mouth."
Jiang Ding quickly suppressed the shock in his heart, sneered, transformed into a bloody light, and chased after him without any hesitation.
The Blood River King is a lowly person with no way forward. He is fighting with his life to obtain the imperial road. There should be no hesitation, even if he may face death.
Before leaving, Jiang Ding glanced at the dark sky in the distance and paused for a moment.
……
In the dark starry sky, the body of Emperor Yanliu trembled.
Around him, King Shenshan, King Demonic Mountain, and more than a dozen kings from the Flame Stone Family also turned pale, their bodies trembling instinctively, and they did not dare to go forward and approach the slave king to express their joy of victory.
He no longer dared to scold condescendingly and show his master's majesty.
The dozens of kings of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan who have died in battle have already explained everything.
He was a slave with no taboos, and no trace of the submissiveness that a slave should have. Anyone who dared to do this would die, without exception.
There was silence.
These kings of the Flame Stone family were all afraid of being killed. Even if someone's family was massacred by the Blood River King, they would not dare to curse or complain to the Emperor of Flame Style at this time.
"Congratulations to the emperor!"
"You should be able to take off your imperial crown soon."
King Shenshan calmed down and said congratulations.
"Congratulations to the emperor!"
"Congratulations to the Emperor..."
"..."
The surrounding kings were flattering and congratulating each other, and their postures were extremely low. They no longer had the airs of elders, bargained in various ways, and gave condescending instructions.
There was a fear in their hearts that they were unwilling to admit, and they no longer had the confidence.
That slave king has practiced the "Tao Heart Seed Demon Slave Sutra"!
This means that the Flame Emperor's son will have such a terrifying slave in the future. If the kings of their families don't know their own positions, they won't know when they die.
"The crown of the emperor..."
"The lonely imperial road..."
The Flame Emperor's heart was up and down, and some of the kings who were intoxicated at this moment completely surrendered, as if they had already seen the glory of his future promotion to the Great Emperor. "Emperor, Emperor Cangkong will definitely lose."
"This is during the Emperor's Son War. He cannot escape from the Flame Stone Star Territory. He will eventually be caught and captured by the Blood River King. There should be no accidents."
King Shenshan solemnly said: "Your imperial crown must belong to you."
"The Blood River King is indeed a good sword, but it is also a fierce sword. It is very dangerous and can hurt the enemy and yourself. Please treat it with great caution in the future, even after you are promoted to the Great Emperor."< br>
"This slave king will definitely betray you if you give him a chance!"
King Shenshan, as an elder who always followed the Flame Emperor's son and had never betrayed him, gave him a serious warning.
"I know it."
"Uncle Qi, please rest assured."
The Flame Emperor's son said seriously.
……
A streak of blood and a painting scroll chased in the dark void.
It can be seen that the speed of the ancient painting scroll is much faster than that of the blood light, and the blood light will be shaken off in the blink of an eye, but this is not the end. It can take a few days or a few months, and the blood escape light will appear again. When you find the ancient painting scroll, Keep chasing.
No matter where the ancient scroll escapes, as long as it does not leave the Flame Stone Star Territory, it will definitely be caught up!
Because, the souls and flesh of the Demon Flame Giant, the Emperor of the Sky, the Spider Star King and others are filled with the immortal Blood River Sword Intent, which can never be rid of. As time goes by, the blood in these wounds Not only did He Sword Intent not dissipate, but it became even more terrifying after devouring a lot of flesh and blood!
This pursuit lasted for ten years in total.
During the past ten years, Jiang Ding accidentally disappeared and regained his magic power, but soon appeared again and continued to hunt down the ancient scroll, chasing it to the sky and into the earth.
It once hid deep in the starry sky, hid in meteorites, hid deep in the center of the earth, hid in the flesh and blood of living beings... I tried all kinds of methods, but they were all useless, and they were all caught up one by one.
The scroll is indeed mysterious and unpredictable, hidden deep in another dimension of space.
But obviously, it must consume a huge amount of energy and must not be able to last for too long. After ten years, it has also reached its limit.
Wow!
Jiang Ding stared at the unfolding ink scroll of Xiaohe Village.
It reappeared from the void, solidified from the virtual state, and restored a real and real sense of existence.
In the real Xiaohe Village, five seriously injured and dying kings, including the Cangkong Emperor, Spider Star King, Tyrannical Sword King, and Demonic Leaf King, stumbled out.
Emperor Cangkong was silent.
The demon totem shadow on his body took one last look at the Blood River King, and his body slowly disappeared. After many attempts, he gave up here completely.
"Don't kill me!"
"I am willing to serve the Flame Emperor's son..."
The Sword King, the Demon Leaf King and other kings begged for mercy in panic, without any kingly demeanor.
Keng!
A bloody sword light bloomed, freezing their movements and words.
Spider Star King, Tyrannical Sword King, Demon Leaf King and others were stiff.
Gulu!
Several huge, heroic, and delicate one-horned heads rolled down into the void, and blood shot up from their necks. The king died like an ant, without being forgiven or forgiven.
At this time, Emperor Yanliu and King Chenshan arrived in person, and they probably didn't even dare to say a word to stop him.
"Yanliu, what a great luck."
"I am alone and unwilling to accept it."
Emperor Cangkong's dull expression showed a sad smile: "If it weren't for you, a lowly slave, I would have won now and would have been promoted to the emperor in the future.
You bastard, one day you will definitely slaughter your entire human race, leaving no chickens or dogs behind. I will give you the cruelest pain in the world and make you regret today..."
It was obvious that he was trying to provoke something.
Jiang Ding's face was expressionless.
Keng!
Another burst of blood light bloomed, but instead of killing him, it transformed into wisps of blood-red sword energy, wrapping around the Cangkong Emperor, layer after layer.
The so-called resistance, the so-called struggle, are simply things that are so weak that they are completely ignored and do not need to be paid attention to at all.
The bloody sword energy was wrapped and sealed layer by layer.
After dozens of breaths, there was only a columnar blood cocoon left in place, with the Cangkong Emperor's Son of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan sealed inside.
It must be so.
The emperor's son must have the emperor's skills, and he cannot be killed unless he is the emperor's son.
"Maybe, it's... over."
"...my way..."
Jiang Ding stared at the blood cocoon in front of him and whispered.
The Cangkong Emperor is defeated, and he will have to go to meet the Flame Stream Emperor, and then try to break through the Great Emperor during the Slave Emperor's Heavenly Tribulation, break free of the slave seal, and usher in complete freedom.
If you don’t succeed, you die.
From now on, it will be the battlefield of the Great Emperor, and there will no longer be any independent power.
He returned to his position as a slave.
This is the fate of a slave king. His short-term transcendence now seems to be just an illusion in the short and illusory time period of the battle between the emperor and his son.
"Dilu, we must succeed..."
The blood-robed Taoist thought silently.
He didn't know that at the same moment, in the small magic stone world, a will began to revive, and a real domain overlord, Daozi of the Human Race Immortal Sect, began to revive and cast his gaze here.
"Hundreds of years of waiting,"
"Finally,"
"It's about to begin..."
This Taoist disciple of the Immortal Sect of the human race, whose actual status in the human race surpasses the ancient emperor's son, and whose level of dignity exceeds that of the ancient emperor Cang Yan's son, thought quietly.
(End of chapter)