Chapter 1274 The Demonic Rock Clan that Rules the Small Thousand World
Angle underworld.
Countless white lights bloomed from space, the starry sky rolled like waves, and countless hazy runes appeared.
After a long time, the space stabilized, and a blazing sun with a diameter of 90,000 kilometers appeared between the sky and the earth, blooming with infinite brilliance, adding a little warmth to the cold and dead starry sky of the Angle Netherland.
"Angle of Hades,"
"Come here again..."
Jiang Ding looked into the distance for a long time, showing some traces of reminiscence.
He spent a very memorable time here. Emperor Yanliu, Emperor Cangkong, Ancient Emperor Cangyan, Ancient Prince Mingtian, etc. were all interesting people who brought him Many joys…nay, difficulties.
"Second Marshal,"
"You may come here often in the future, if you are promoted to Lianxu."
Gu Lin Tianjun added from the side: "If everything goes well, the political situation in the east and west capitals of Xianmen may arise. Naturally, the Xianmen home star cannot be lost. It is related to our hometown and our future, so the home star cannot be Give up and move the capital as easily as the Eight Immortal Sects.”
"There is a natural need to establish a political center here in the Thousand Worlds of the Jiao Nether Realm."
"If you are promoted to Lianxu in the future, you may be appointed by the Xianmen as the military commander of the front army, which may be the Xianmen Jiao Nether Territory Front Army."
"Refining the void...this is still a long way off."
Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.
He thought of something again.
"Speaking of this retreat, Mo Dharma City, I think we didn't protect it tightly enough."
"There are huge loopholes in information leakage. The concept of Dharma City should exist in the souls of the two of us. It really shouldn't be possible.
If you face a higher-level powerful enemy that requires the Xianmen clan to flee, someone may be captured, which will cause the foundation to become invalid and the Xianmen to be completely destroyed. ”
"I think we should push for a regulation to remove these concepts from our psyche."
"We ourselves don't know, and naturally the stronger enemy has no way of knowing."
"This..."
Bone Forest Heavenly Lord was stunned for a moment, then his expression became serious and he nodded slowly.
In the past, nothing was clear about the strength of the Eight Immortal Sects, but now that there is a risk of contact with higher immortal civilizations, the existing security regulations are not enough.
When it comes to survival and future options, one cannot be too cautious.
"Speaking of deleting the information in my soul, I seem to remember something. It seems that I took the initiative to delete a piece of information in my soul hundreds or thousands of years ago. It seems to be related to a major plan of the Immortal Sect."
Jiang Ding looked thoughtful, and a memory in his soul went blank.
But there was no damage. There was still annotation in that part of the soul that he had done it himself. When specific conditions were triggered, the memory would be completed again.
That's a very important thing.
Bone Forest Heavenly Lord did not answer.
Da Ri Jianzi's authority in the Immortal Sect is far higher than hers. Only he knows many things, and others cannot prompt them. Moreover, the confidentiality regulations of the Immortal Sect also require it.
"Forget it, since I took the initiative, I won't force it."
Jiang Ding gave up the idea of recalling it and looked at a shining star in the distance. His breath was somewhat familiar.
In the realm of immortality, such stars are not stars. They may be stars in the sky, they may be some powerful life, or they may be some small world.
This star is the latter, called the Demonic Stone Realm, where the family of Emperor Yanshi used to be.
After the Nine Spirit Realm Immortal Sect Alliance launched an attack, this small world was classified as the spoils of the Immortal Sect. For a period of time, it provided the Immortal Sect with many heavenly materials, earthly treasures, and spiritual stones. Later, it was used in the Shadow Demon Abyss. A rebellion was instigated, and many citizens were massacred by the Demon Rock Tribe, the ruling race of this small world.
The Great Sun Tianchi flew towards this small world without any hesitation.
"Come on," "Let me see what kind of strength the people and races who dare to massacre citizens have..."
Jiang Ding whispered.
……
The magic stone world.
Demon Flame Emperor Palace.
This place was originally the clan of the Flame Stone Emperor family of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan. After experiencing the center of Xianmen rule, it finally became the Demon Flame Emperor Palace, the ancestral land of the Demon Rock Clan and the location of the Demon Flame Holy City.
For hundreds of years, in the hearts of many people of the Demon Rock Tribe, this is the Demon Rock Emperor Clan - yes, this is what they call themselves. It is the birthplace of countless heroes of the Demon Rock Emperor Clan, and countless people of the Demon Rock Tribe yearn for this place. , regard this place as the only goal in life.
Many kings of the Demonic Rock Tribe often like to feast, drink and laugh here, often lasting for decades before stopping.
This kind of banquet is called the Demonic Flame Festival.
In the entire Demonic Rock Clan, only the many kings and their descendants, as well as the arrogant heroes in the clan, are qualified to participate in it, enjoy countless natural materials and treasures, and are envied by other tribesmen and slaves.
"Drink..."
"Hahaha!"
"I never thought that our clan would be able to survive today. This lowly race, the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, took our clan as their slaves. They were so rebellious and disgusted by the heavens that they finally ended up like this!"
In the past, in the majestic palace of the Flame Stone Clan of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, several kings of the Demon Rock Clan were laughing and dancing. A wine jug as big as a mountain peak was lifted up by a king, and he poured out the mellow wine pulp like a river, and poured it into his own cup. In the bottomless mouth.
"Hiccup..."
Another king of the Demonic Rock Tribe picked up a hill full of elixirs and chewed them. The aroma of the medicine overflowed.
There is also a king of the Demonic Rock Clan who is obsessed with fragrant tiger meat. This kind of food that used to belong only to the nobles of the Horned Demonic Clan was swallowed by him without any care, and he couldn't get enough...
All these things give off the vulgar aura of sudden wealth.
In comparison, the other Nascent Soul Golden Core-level talents of the Demonic Rock Clan have a much more elegant look, with a calm and unhurried demeanor.
"Demon Fire, you guys are too vulgar, don't bring this junior down."
The strongest man of the Demonic Rock Tribe, an old friend of the Blood River King in the past, and the most loyal servant of the Flame Emperor's son, the Demonic Mountain King laughed and cursed.
He is the strongest person in the clan, the leader of the Small Thousand Worlds, with a majestic and heavy demeanor. He is no longer as cautious as he used to be in front of the Flame Emperor's son. He is the ancestor of the entire world.
"Brother, what do you care about this?"
The Demon Fire King laughed loudly and looked around at the many natural treasures, elixirs and delicacies: "Think of us brothers, who were born as slaves and worked as cows and horses for the Horned Demon Imperial Clan all our lives. How could we think of the happiness we have today?"
"So what if it's a little more vulgar?"
"Look at how Mo Wu and the others are pretending to be aristocratic? This is all bullshit! Is this how our Moyan Clan has risen?"
He was talking about the juniors of the Demonic Rock Clan around him.
These juniors were born rich and noble. They were born and raised when the Demonic Rock Clan was strong. They had not experienced any hardships. They had hordes of servants and could use natural resources and treasures at will. They were born to be aloof and had the aura of a noble person.
Although they usually dare not say it openly, and never dare to say it to any of their companions, in the dark corners of their hearts, they have a vague contempt for these kings who look like inferior people after becoming rich from poverty.
Naturally, this dark thought cannot be hidden from the king's vast spiritual consciousness.
"Ancestor!"
"I'll admit my mistake!"
A large circle of young talents from the Demonic Rock Clan around them turned pale and knelt down. As if the mountains were collapsing one after another, each of the rock Demonic Fire Giants more than ten feet high fell to their knees, their bodies trembling.
(End of chapter)