Chapter 1104 Everything about Blood River King is coming to an end
In the distant small world of Demon Vine, in the destroyed Demon Leaf King family, a blood-robed Taoist sat cross-legged, with a blood cocoon as tall as a person randomly placed beside him.
Around him, there was no living thing for thousands of miles, not even insects, earthworms, birds or any other living things. It was quiet, only the sound of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth whizzing in, integrating into the body and being refined by the meridians.
Several decades have passed since the last war ended.
Jiang Ding didn't go anywhere during this period. He destroyed the Mo Ye family again and continued to practice on this fifth-level spiritual vein. He used the many treasures of heaven and earth and the king's essence and blood to make up for his foundation.
Also, practice the "Tao Xin Zhong Demon Slave Sutra" and spy on the realm of the Great Emperor.
Today, finally starting to have a result.
Click~
Click...
Accompanied by the subtle sound of petals blooming in the soul, the breath of the blood-robed Taoist suddenly rose to a higher level, and finally stabilized, the breath sharp and deep.
If a knowledgeable person from the Horned Demon Emperor Clan reaches this point, he will definitely be horrified, because at this moment, the aura of this slave king is extremely close to that of a king-level emperor!
Even the king-level emperor might not be able to defeat him here.
"The slave breed...has grown up."
"The cultivation of the Dao Heart Seed Demon Slave Sutra has reached its peak, and you can already try to break through to the imperial realm. If you can get permission from the master of the slave breed, the chance of success... is half a percent."
Jiang Ding slowly opened his eyes.
Half a chance.
This is already an extremely terrifying thing.
You must know that the Blood River King does not and will not have any emperor-level auxiliary elixirs or magic weapons, nor will anyone impart any experience. He does not even have the emperor-level spiritual veins. To achieve this with his broken foundation is already Very commendable.
Of this half chance, 90% comes from the divided soul of the human race Daozi.
If only relying on the Blood River King himself, even if he also possesses the Slave Scripture, having a success rate of 1% would mean that the Blood River King's reputation as the number one genius of the human race in the Jiao Nether Realm is well-deserved.
It’s not that Blood River King’s talent is not good enough.
After rising up in such a difficult and cruel environment and reaching the pinnacle of divine transformation, who can say that he is not talented?
It's just because of the Immortal Dao education he received, his Immortal Dao foundation, and his knowledge are really poor, and his talent is not strong enough to surpass the Dao body.
In addition, if you want to be promoted to the imperial realm in the "Tao Xin Zhong Demon Slave Sutra", you must get the permission of the slave master!
As a realm-dominating race, the Horned Demon Emperor Clan considers everything, and their nets in all aspects are extremely tight, making it impossible for any loopholes to be exposed.
This Great Emperor's Slave Scripture is born with such a structure and cannot be modified by individuals.
If you want to make changes, you have to start over.
Anyone who can modify this Great Emperor's Slave Scripture is qualified to create a Great Emperor's Scripture on his own. There is no need to practice other people's scriptures. It is really a fantasy.
"Now, let's go."
"Go and take a look at my slave master and see what he thinks..."
Jiang Ding slowly stood up and smiled softly.
In addition to the need to advance to the imperial realm, all kinds of strange and incomparable feelings of closeness and loyalty from the slave species gradually began to arise in his soul, spreading, multiplying, and expanding, and could not be eliminated no matter what.
These thoughts kept telling him that you were born to be a slave, and you must be loyal to your master, Emperor Yanliu, and do whatever it takes, even if it means death, even if Emperor Yanliu orders you to kill your parents, wife, and children, or even orders you to kill your own parents, wife, and children. Even if you commit suicide, you have to do it.
It must be done immediately without any hesitation!
This is the duty of a slave!
This is the only meaning of your life, and it is the core of your Emperor Realm rules!
"The Flame Emperor's Son...Master..."
Jiang Ding's eyes began to be hazy and blurry, and he murmured.
Keng!
The immortal blood river sword spirit chanted softly, cleansing the sea of consciousness.
Jiang Ding's eyes suddenly sobered and he came back to his senses.
"The Slave Emperor Sutra..."
For a moment, he was silent.
Even the Immortal Sword Intent at the fourth level of swordsmanship cannot eradicate the will of slaves in the slave species and can only temporarily wake him up.
Because these slave thoughts come from the body and soul, they cannot be killed or eliminated!
The effect of this temporary awakening will become worse and worse as time goes by, until in the end, even the immortal sword power of the fourth realm cannot reverse his own sinking and become a real slave. It is expected that in another twenty years, these slave thoughts will completely submerge him.
It is so difficult for a strong person in the slave clan to rise.
Even if you are a peerless genius, if your talent exceeds the Taoist body, it will be useless and you will eventually perish.
The Blood River King was born at the wrong time.
If he had been born in an era when the Horned Demon Emperor's domain was in turmoil, he might have truly bucked the trend and become a great emperor of the human race.
"Let's go."
Jiang Ding waved his sleeves and robe, turning into a streak of blood and flying toward the teleportation array in the small world of Huateng.
His master had urged him many times.
……
The magic stone world.
The place where the Blood River King was born, along with the light of the teleportation array, a blood-robed Taoist slowly appeared in the center of the array.
In an instant, a cold, murderous, and bloodthirsty terrifying aura spread in all directions.
This is not coercion, it's just that this Taoist has killed too many creatures, and there are countless resentments of creatures condensed in his body. The simple aura he exudes is enough to suffocate the creatures of the general level.
Really, generals are like ants.
"Greetings, His Highness the Blood River King!"
Someone had already greeted them, thousands of people and horses, all of whom were members of the general-level Horned Demon Emperor clan, and were all the imperial guards of the Flame Emperor's son.
——With the end of the Emperor's War, more than a dozen worlds have been de facto unified, countless creatures have returned to the command of the Flame Emperor's Son, and the Imperial Guard has been replenished instantly.
These imperial guards, at this moment, did not have any of the usual arrogance of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan. Looking down at the posture of the slave king, their bodies involuntarily bent down and saluted tremblingly.
The blood-robed Taoist in front of him personally slaughtered dozens of imperial kings!
They were just general-level ants, so what virtue and ability could they have to look down at him from a high position?
Even if they themselves are going crazy, their bodies will not move at all!
"Your Highness the Blood River King, the Emperor asked us to come and greet you..."
The leader of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, who was at the peak of his general rank, knelt on one knee and said tremblingly.
The blood-robed Taoist glanced at these imperial clans indifferently.
He didn't respond. He waved his blood light, flew away into the distance, and quickly disappeared into the horizon. It seemed that he had no intention of meeting the Emperor of Fire, and he didn't even make a gesture.
"This..."
The general of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, who was at the peak of his general rank, stayed where he was, but he didn't dare to yell or scold him. He could only look at the void in the distance with pleading eyes.
There, two tall and majestic figures slowly emerged, they were King Shenshan and King Demonic Mountain.
From beginning to end, neither of them dared to stop anything.
"He...what does this mean?"
The Demon Mountain King said in astonishment.
"Just a trip back to my hometown."
King Shenshan waved his hand, as if he knew something: "The hometown of Blood River King seems to be a place called Zhenshan Sect? His sect, his relatives, and clan members have all died, but the land is still the same. , nothing changed.”
"Since he chose to meet the emperor, he must have compromised."
"In fact, whether he compromises or not, nothing can be changed."
King Shenshan said indifferently.
"The outcome is already determined."
Without the cover of the battle between the emperor and his son, he truly faced the emperor. He was just a slave king, just a stronger ant, and no longer a vital figure.
Everything is already over.
(End of chapter)