Chapter 1276 Fellow Taoist Demon Mountain, are you the Holy King?
boom!
The giant palm composed of sword energy suppressed the sky.
This Heavenly Lord from the Immortal Sect obviously used a sword as a weapon, but he chose to give up using the sword and fight with his bare hands. His contempt was palpable.
"Drink!"
"Human ants..."
The Demon Mountain King roared and roared, burning his essence and blood in an instant. Endless mana and power were generated in his meridians, causing his size to expand several times again.
He knows that only by showing strength can he be qualified to talk to the Immortal Sect!
He has long been aware and has prepared a lot for today, and does not place all his hopes on the promise of the Shadow Demon Abyss envoy.
"Kill!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The Demon Mountain King holds a pitch-black giant axe, and gulps down the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered from the entire ancestral formation, absorbing the evil energy of many clansmen and kings of the entire race.
All the power was melted into one furnace, and the power was extremely sublimated, gathered on the giant axe, and struck down on the giant palm in the sky.
The moment the giant ax was struck, countless visions appeared, scenes of vicissitudes of life. The Demonic Rock clan members were born and grew up from the mountain peaks. They have traveled all the way to today and become the masters of the small world. They are dormant, forbearing, and fighting. It is simply It was the history books that had been written over the years merged into one, and turned into this terrifying axe.
If the Demon Rock Clan has a future, the Demon Mountain King must be the holy king of the race.
This ax,
It is the ax of the Holy Path of the Demonic Rock Clan!
Now, this ax carries the hopes of countless Demonic Rock tribesmen, as well as the pride of soldiers who have returned from countless battles, and the will of countless tribesmen, and cuts it on the giant palm descending from the sky.
The moment the two come into contact.
The world seemed to freeze for a moment.
Bang!
There was a soft crunching sound, like a balloon breaking.
This ax, which embodies the will of the entire Demonic Rock Tribe and the nascent Holy Path that has just emerged in the realm, shattered the moment it touched the giant palm of the sky, turning into a mass of spiritual light fragments. The black giant ax made from countless fifth-level precious heavenly materials and earthly treasures shattered into countless powders.
All this was so simple that the surrounding space couldn't even create a ripple.
It is as if this ax condensed by hundreds of thousands of people from the entire Demonic Rock Clan is just a child's play. It is not even qualified to tear apart the space or break the breeze. It is too weak.
"No!"
"No no no!"
"Sir, please spare my life, everything is my fault..."
At this moment, the Mountain King showed fear and strong regret, realizing something.
Bang!
Bang bang!
At the moment when they came into contact with the giant palm of the sky, the hundreds of thousands of Demonic Rock tribesmen who formed the military formation, whether they were Nascent Soul-level generals, Jindan-level lieutenants, weak soldiers, or even inferior Qi-training levels, all of them were Broken, exploded, countless blood mist scattered, and the entire Demon Flame Emperor Palace turned into a sea of blood.
Countless young talents from the entire Demonic Rock Clan, representing all the people of this race in the future. Countless nobles of the Demonic Rock Clan who were aloof, had hordes of slaves, and were elegant and calm. At this moment, they exploded into countless blood mist and disappeared into ashes. The soul is destroyed.
Everything turned to ashes, with all the superiority they thought they had.
Is this over?
No, there isn't.
boom!
The giant palm of the sky that broke through the boundary wall from outside the starry sky fell and was deeply imprinted on the earth. It was majestic and majestic. The Demon Flame Emperor Palace Group, which had experienced the era of the Flame Stone Family and the era of the Demon Rock Clan, was shattered layer by layer under the palm. Turn into powder.
Everyone inside, even the weakest Demon Rock Tribe woman, baby, and old man, regardless of whether they had taken action or not, were all dead.
Just like the more than 10,000 immortal mortals and monk citizens who died in the Demon Flame Emperor's Palace.
"All dead..."
The monks recruited from the Small Thousand World of Nine Spirits Territory were trembling as they looked at the ancestral land of the Demonic Rock Tribe, which was once famous in the Small World of Demonic Stone.
Looking from the starry sky into the Small Thousand World, a palm print covering thousands of kilometers is deeply imprinted on the mountains on the earth. There are ravines on it. Those are the lines of the palm, every detail, without any mistakes.
The entire Demonic Rock Clan, trying to gain power in the realm, all the Demonic Rock Clan members from the Demonic Flame Emperor Palace who dared to massacre the citizens of the Immortal Sect died! No, there are still things missing.
It's three people.
The Demon Mountain King, the Demon Fire King, and the bound Demon Iron King are all fine.
Not only were they fine, not even a single hair was hurt, and no attacks fell on them, showing a level of precision in mana control worthy of the Transformation Realm.
The minds of the three remaining Demon Rock Clan kings went blank. Incomparable fear, incomparable sadness, and boundless regret emerged in their hearts.
A giant palm in the sky appeared again.
This giant palm picked them up and returned them beyond the starry sky.
The giant palm flew into the air, and then split into a sword light and shot towards the northeast corner of the Little Thousand World. It forcibly dug out a wounded tiger clan god from a deep underground place, and took them with them to fly out of the starry sky. Clouds, strong winds, and boundary thunder layers continued to pass around them.
"King Xuanhu..."
The Demon Mountain King stared at the newly emerged God of the Tiger Clan.
This was his opponent who was vying for the power of Demon Stone Xiaoqian. He had already killed him and even torn his body into two halves, but he didn't want to appear again.
"The Mountain King!"
King Xuanhu looked at this enemy who had wiped out his entire clan with hatred.
However, the two kings could no longer care about their hatred for each other. They looked beyond the starry sky with frightened eyes and looked at the young man in green who was approaching quickly.
For the first time, they knew what a domain overlord was!
There is both tolerance and kindness, and there is also iron-blooded killing.
Not every slave is qualified to provoke, and those who offend must pay a terrible price.
It seemed that in just an instant, the four kings had arrived outside the starry sky and were forcibly dragged out.
A young man in green looked at them quietly, seemingly without any murderous intent.
Plop!
The four kings knelt down at the same time. Even the king of the Demonic Rock Tribe, whose heart was filled with sorrow over the deaths of hundreds of thousands of clan members, knelt down and kept kowtowing. His forehead hit the space again and again, even if his forehead was cracked and dripping with blood. Don't dare to pause at all.
The young man in green looked coldly.
But the four foreign kings did not dare to stop for a moment and kept touching their foreheads to the ground.
I don’t know how much time passed.
"The King."
"The King..."
Jiang Ding said calmly: "Four of you, it doesn't seem like this when you slaughter the citizens of our Immortal Sect."
"At that time, I was so high-spirited when I listened to the cries and wailings of the citizens. I wanted to dominate the changes in the realm. I wanted to use this as a bargaining chip to gain power among the nine immortal sects, accumulate strength, and rise up in the future to become the Horned Demon Emperor Clan. Such a realm master.”
"Why has it become like this now?"
He held out his hand, his palm slender.
Demon Mountain, a cultivator at the peak of the Transformation God, flew up uncontrollably. His body as big as a mountain kept shrinking, shrinking, and finally turned into a human-sized demon rock man. His neck fell into the hands of the young man in green, with a crunching sound, and pieces of stone debris. Fall.
"Huh?"
"The Holy King of the Demonic Rock Clan, Fellow Taoist Demonic Mountain?"
Jiang Ding asked calmly.
(End of chapter)