A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"Is this a precursor to human genocide?"

Jiang Ding was shocked as he watched the scenes of Zhenshan Sect.

He is not a student who has always lived in the ivory tower of the school. He is an immortal monk who has experienced many wars and experienced many worlds.

He originally thought that the bloodline family rule in Beiyuan enslaved hundreds of millions of human beings to support the family and killed for fun at every turn; the incense and sacred ways of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace imprisoned thoughts and souls. Fanatic belief is driven by gods, and the mortal monks under the rule of Shadow Demon Abyss are all shadows...

He originally thought that these were already hell on earth, the lowest bottom line.

After all, the Shuoyang Heavenly Lord, Shadow Demon Abyss and Xuanwu Heavenly Palace monks have studied the process for countless generations and invested countless wisdom and immortal achievements. They have already squeezed it to the limit and cannot increase the output no matter how hard they try.

Now, Jiang Ding saw what was underneath the bottom line.

That is, being a slave, being a servant, not being able to squeeze out your flesh and blood, you are no longer needed!

At least in this world, the human monks in this small world called Demonic Stone began to become extinct.

It is expected that in a few hundred years, except for one or two pets, the human race will no longer exist in this world. Their ecological positions will be occupied by many powerful races and they will no longer be able to survive.

Racial justice.

These four words appeared heavily in Jiang Ding's heart for the first time.

Compared with this place, Xuanwu Heavenly Palace, Shadow Demon Abyss, and Shuoyang Heavenly Lord seem to have become good people, and Shuoyang Heavenly Lord seems to have become a holy master, a sage like Fuxi, Shennong, and Yandi in ancient times.

There is no doubt that

Emperor Yan and Fu Xi, as tribal leaders and slave owners, were also bloody and cruel, and had many historical limitations.

But this does not damage their historical status and historical achievements.

"I wish you good luck."

Jiang Ding whispered.

He will not take action, even if the human race in this world becomes extinct.

Maybe he can be very hidden and no one knows about it, including the Zhenshan Sect monks. After all, there are only Jindan-level forces around here, and he is like an ant to him.

However, things in the world must have traces.

Once a move is made, no matter what method is used, traces will definitely appear. There will be changes in the material and spiritual world in the objective world, which will inevitably increase the risk of exposure.

Once the traces left behind are known to the powerful ones of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, the overall situation of the entire Nine Spirit Realm will fall short.

On the other hand, if the Nine Spirit Realm can win in the end, the human race will definitely prosper in this star realm. This is bound to be the case, because even evil sects such as Shadow Demon Abyss and Xuanwu Tiangong are also human sects.

Comparing the two, Jiang Ding chose to give up temporarily.

Shadow Demon Daozi has passed his plan to the rear.

Many seniors of the Immortal Sect, as well as the eight powerful Immortal Sects, and many deity transformation people are mature and have rich experience. They will definitely make a more precise and reliable combat plan. When the time comes, they can execute it according to the plan from the rear and their own abilities.

Everything will have to wait.

Jiang Ding's soul gradually fell silent, disappeared, and entered a standby state. He even stopped practicing, minimizing his presence.

This is the drawback of sects such as the Immortal Sect and the Qingmu Immortal Sect.

They are unable to increase in strength as they lurk. They are not like a fish in water like Shadow Demon Abyss. From exercises to spells and magic weapons, everything is created for lurking and concealment. Latent and concealment are simply a part of the cultivation of Shadow Demon Abyss monks. .

"oh?"

Just after entering the latent state, Jiang Ding was awakened by the surveillance that was kept at all times by the outside world, and looked in the direction of the Zhenshan Sect's master.

…

Ding ding!

After Master Jianshi finished chiseling the stone for the last time, a third-order purple jade stone that was as bright as a fire fell from the stone skin and rolled on the ground, exuding abundant spiritual energy fluctuations.

There were more wrinkles on his face unconsciously.

"My longevity, my blood..."

Master Jianshi put away the third-order purple jade stone numbly.

This year, his work is finally done.

This is not the kindness of the Demonic Rock Clan, this is impossible.

The Demonic Rock Clan did not dare to use Emperor Yanshi's wealth to do good deeds. They were only taking care of it. If it was really missing, the Demonic Rock Clan would have to make up for the lack even if they slaughtered their own family members, so as not to let their master suffer a loss.

According to the plan of the Demonic Rock Clan, one level 3 purple jade stone per year can produce the maximum level of level 3 purple jade stone. If there are more, the output will indeed increase in a short period of time, and then the output will show a cliff-like decline. It can't be sustainable.

Once such things happen in large numbers, the Demonic Rock Clan's status in the "Nine-Class Slave Clan System" will fall, and it is possible for them to become a low-class slave Clan like the Human Race.

At that time, the Fox Clan, the Tiger Clan, and the Demon Blood Tree Clan will all be salivating... There are slave clans that can take their place, but no slave clan is indispensable.

"I...can still live for eighty-two years, and I can live to be two hundred and ninety years old."

Master Jianshi picked up the third-order purple jade stone and stared at the beautiful color: "Then, there will be no successors."

"After I die, my sect and millions of people from thousands of miles around will die and be buried deep in the mines to nourish the veins. This is how all the failed races will be eliminated."

"Every hundred years, a lower-class race is buried deep in the mountains."

"Eighty-two years later, it will be Zhenshan Sect."

"If so, Blood River King..."

He suddenly stopped.

Master Jianshi practiced for several more months, and after recovering some energy and blood, he made sure that there was no one around, slowly walked into the Patriarch's Hall, worshiped the ancestors of the Zhenshan Sect of all generations, and activated the shielding formation.

This is a quasi-third-level concealment formation.

The inheritance of Zhenshan Sect is so incomplete that it is pitiful. Jianshi Zhenren is much weaker than the weakest golden elixir Jiang Ding has ever seen.

Jiang Ding's eyes penetrated the formation and looked at the Zhenshan Sect's ancestral hall.

There was still someone worshiping there, and it was Jianshi Zhenren.

However, this was just an illusion.

Jiang Ding's eyes penetrated the deep strata unimpeded and fell into a cave deep underground, which was covered by a third-level medium-grade concealment formation.

Here, there is a blood pool several miles in size.

The bottom of the blood pool was covered with bones, most of which were human mortals and cultivators, and a small part of the bones were from the cultivators of the powerful tribes in the nearby area, such as the fox tribe, the rabbit tribe, and the bull demon tribe.

The bodies and souls of these demon cultivators were dissolved by the blood pool and turned into a pool of scarlet water.

"It's a bit evil..."

Jiang Ding frowned.

If he saw this kind of cultivator somewhere else, he would kill him with ease.

In the Tushan Courtyard of Beiyuan, the demon cultivators who practiced as humans were severely punished, and they were severely cracked down at all times.

In recent years, the sword cultivators of the Great Sun Long Sword City have joined in crazily, using their dog-like sensitive sense of smell to search for any demon cultivators who meet the Tushan law standards and can be killed.

Now, Jiang Ding saw this bloody scene and felt a little bit reluctant.

Any morality must be based on survival.

Without survival, there is no morality.

"Is the Blood River King... dead?"

Zhenren Jianshi is now wearing a blood robe, his eyebrows and eyes are much younger, and whispered: "The strongest prodigy of our human race in ten thousand years, a hero who dared to covet the emperor."

"If he could become the emperor of the slave race, the human race would be much better."

"But... he should be dead, and he has implicated us to this point."

He sighed.

There was no resentment in his words, even though the Blood River King always killed the most people of the human race, bloody and brutal, and moody.

"Let's find a chance to kill that slutty fox from the Purple Mountain Fox Clan..."

"Alas, all the golden elixir lives belong to the Demon Rock Clan. I don't know if it will be exposed this time. My master was exposed last time, but fortunately he blew himself up before his death."

"If there is another blood demon rebellion, it's hard to say..."

Jianshi Zhenren sighed bitterly.