Chapter 1277 Poor performance

All the ambitions, high spirits, and grand plans of the Demonic Rock Tribe turned into phantoms when the tentacles of the Realm Overlord really arrived.

Everything is disappearing.

"Tianjun..."

"Xianmen Tianjun..."

There was a strong look of pain in the eyes of the Demon Mountain King, and he no longer had the heroic demeanor of looking down on everything like massacring the citizens of the Immortal Sect.

Click, click, click!

His bones and soul were shattered inch by inch.

He clearly had a premonition of his own death, but he did not dare to curse or roar. Instead, he showed a strong look of pleading.

At this moment, the ancestor, the hero who ruled the small world, disappeared.

The groveling servant beside the Flame Emperor's son back then is back again, begging for something from the strong man from the realm overlord.

"Heavenly Lord!"

"This... all of this is the result of the Demon Mountain's powerful orders. They are ignorant of the heights of the sky and the earth. They ignore the dissuasion of many monks in the clan and insist on going their own way."

"The crime of the magic mountain deserves death, and the soul will never be reincarnated!"

"None of this has anything to do with the Demonic Rock Clan. Please don't implicate innocent people."

The Mountain begged.

But he couldn't do anything, couldn't move, his demonic body as big as a mountain was grabbed by the neck by a slender hand, and he couldn't even speak or even commit suicide.

"Haha, of course you are going to die, and you will die searching for your soul."

Jiang Ding smiled.

"Your race is not immune. All those involved, whether indirect or direct members of the Demon Rock Tribe, will die. At most, one or two will be preserved as a species diversity gene bank."

"Heavenly Lord!"

The Demon Mountain King was horrified, showing despair and deep resentment, which could not be washed away by all the water from all over the world. He said sternly: "This is just my own will, what does it have to do with others?"

"The Demonic Iron King tried to dissuade me, and I was seriously injured and almost beaten to death. It was all because of my insistence on going my own way. The Immortal Sect has always been kind..."

"Shut up! Such a clumsy trick!"

"It's a ridiculous performance. The Demonic Rock Tribe has just broken away from the Slave Tribe and has such a lack of political experience that they are so naive."

Anger appeared in Jiang Ding's eyes and he interrupted.

He looked at the Demon Iron King who was bound by iron chains. The Demon Iron King was almost beaten to death by the Demon Mountain King because he prevented the massacre of the citizens of the Immortal Sect, with strong disgust in his eyes.

This kind of disgust even surpasses the one responsible for the massacre of citizens, the Mountain King.

"Magic Mountain!"

"Do you think that I, or the other Heavenly Lords of the Immortal Sect, are all so stupid? With a casual show, you can jump left and right and occupy any road."

"Huh?"

Jiang Ding's eyes were cold.

Citizens, if you die, you die.

The deaths of citizens are also used as props for performances.

This is something he cannot tolerate!

If it weren't for some necessity, the entire Demonic Rock Clan would die and pay the price.

"Heavenly Lord!"

"What does Tianjun mean?"

Demonic Iron King knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and shed tears: "When the Immortal Sect monk was killed, I tried my best. I really tried my best. My limbs were broken and I was bound by iron chains, but I couldn't do anything. Stop this traitor from the Demon Mountain, please be careful!”

"Among the Demonic Rock tribe, there are many tribesmen who oppose this matter, but they are suppressed by the Demonic Mountain and have no choice but to do anything."

"If you don't believe it, please search for the soul!"

The Demon Iron King kowtowed and swore to the sky, weeping blood every word.

He was sincere to the extreme.

"Try your best?"

"What a great effort!"

Anger began to appear in Jiang Ding's voice: "Fellow Taoist, you have done a good job! You tried your best, but your soul did not burn, and your essence and blood did not burn. Is this your best effort?"

"Are you dead? Huh?" "Or, fellow Demonic Iron Daoist, in your usual fights and fights, when faced with a certain death situation, you are not willing to burn your essence, blood and soul and hang your head to wait for death?"

"Fellow Taoist, when you act, you should act more realistically, okay?!"

he growled.

"I didn't pay any price, I acted in a scene, I was severely injured, and then I believed it. No matter what, the Demonic Rock Tribe has a way out, and no matter what, some of the Demonic Rock Tribe are still alive, is that right?"
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"This..."

Mo Tie was stunned.

A chill ran down his spine, as if he was frozen, and strong regret emerged in his heart.

yes.

How could he say that he was also the king of the Demonic Rock Tribe and a god incarnation, and that he could not die no matter what? Who would believe him if he acted like this?

Will the realm overlord believe it?

Keng!

Jiang Ding drew his sword and slashed it down.

The Demonic Iron King, who was still in a daze, felt severe pain between his brows and his body was stiff. In the intense fear, his soul could not even react and was completely destroyed.

A dark magic mountain fell, and huge boulders rolled down.

The king of the Demonic Rock Clan, the self-proclaimed king of the Immortal Sect, was the first to die.

"Stupid people have no need to survive."

Jiang Ding stared at the Demon Mountain King in his hand.

He was completely desperate and seemed to want to curse, roar, and curse viciously, but at this moment he even lost the ability to speak.

"The citizens of Xianmen were massacred and died, and someone must pay the price. The entire Demon Rock Clan, directly and indirectly, everyone must die to pay homage to the dead citizens."

Jiang Ding closed his palms.

Bang!

The Demon Mountain King's neck was broken. The fracture was smooth, as if it were split by a knife. The mountain-like head rolled down, and his soul was extinguished.

This god-forming monk who led the Demonic Rock Tribe to the pinnacle of the Small Thousand World and became the dominant race, and who may be recorded as the Holy King in the history of the Demonic Rock Tribe in the future, died.

Bang!

A flash of sword light flashed, and the Demon Fire King, who had no right to speak from the beginning to the end, also died, just like the weeds and dust on the roadside, unable to even give birth to a single ripple.

The kings of the Demonic Rock Tribe who were so prosperous for a while were all extinct.

King Xuanhu felt chilled in his heart. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed deeply. His body was trembling constantly and he did not dare to move.

In the past, he was also ambitious. He wanted to occupy the small world of Demonic Stone and form a separate kingdom. Otherwise, he would not have launched a war for hegemony, competed with the Demonic Rock Clan, and ultimately lost.

How ridiculous does it seem now?

They actually tried to steal food from the hands of the realm overlord who destroyed the Horned Demon Emperor Clan!

"Fellow Taoist Xuanhu."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly.

"Don't dare!"

"Tianjun, just call me Xuanhu."

King Xuanhu said respectfully: "You have an order, but if I ask for permission, Xuanhu will definitely die. I dare not violate it at all. If so, I will punish you with heaven and earth!"

"No, no, no."

"It's not that exaggerated."

Jiang Ding smiled: "The massacre of citizens has nothing to do with fellow Taoists. It was not done by fellow Taoists. I know, but I just want to ask another thing."

King Xuanhu breathed a sigh of relief: "Tianjun, please tell me."

"I would like to ask, were you present when the citizens were massacred? Did you burn your blood and spirit to stop it?"

Jiang Ding said with a pleasant look.

"I'm not here."

"Absolutely not!"

King Xuanhu swore to the sky and solemnly said: "As I heard below, I will definitely not let any damage or loss occur to the Immortal Sect monks!"

"That's good."

Jiang Ding breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "The latest "Regulations on the Management of Monks in the Small Thousand Worlds of Xianmen" stipulates that if a Taoist friend is present and ignores the massacre of Xianmen citizens, he will have to be buried with him. This is the acceptance of the Taoist monks by the Xianmen. Obligations have already appeared at the time of canonization. ”

"So, can you show me your soul now to confirm?"

Jiang Ding asked politely.

King Xuanhu is like falling into an ice cave.

(End of chapter)