A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Jiang Ding stared at the Blood Dao Sword Puppet in front of him.

He still had the appearance of the Blood River King and retained all of the Blood River King's memories.

In his heart, he was the Blood River King, a royal-level escaped slave of the human race, who was escaping and recuperating. In the process, he had an adventure and obtained the sword inheritance, so his strength improved greatly.

In this process, no one participated, and the ancient secret realm where the sword inheritance was obtained was indeed a fact.

If someone suspected it, they would investigate and they would also be able to find the remnants of this ancient secret realm.

"A self-examination..."

Jiang Ding's consciousness swept through.

In the Blood River King's body, his flesh and blood were filled with a strong aura of the Golden Sword Dao, and the blood-gold network spread throughout his bones and flesh, adding a certain inexplicable aura to his flesh and blood.

The blood-gold aura was the strongest in the Blood River King's spine.

His bones had turned into a sword at some point, a blood-filled bone sword with golden threads wrapped around it!

"Self-examination completed."

Jiang Ding whispered, and his figure gradually disappeared.

...

I don't know how long it took.

The Blood River King gradually woke up.

His eyes were a little stiff and confused at first, but they recovered immediately the next moment and showed ecstasy.

"The "Xutian Blood Bone Sword Sutra" has finally been refined!"

The Blood River King laughed loudly: "Although I am a slave, I am born with great luck and have many adventures. Moshan, you dog, I will kill you and exterminate the Moyan Clan!"

"However, Moshan is just a first-level slave."

"If you want to become an emperor, you still need to find a way on the Horned Demon Emperor Clan. This time, there may be a chance in the Star Domain Emperor's Son War..."

The Blood River King's eyes flickered, and his thoughts had drifted to somewhere.

For some reason, he had completely forgotten about the vine flower of the Skeleton Blood Vine Demon Emperor's Son, and instinctively wanted to participate in the Emperor's Son War and began to plan this matter.

…

"The strength is not bad, reaching the peak of the transformation of the spirit."

"Fighting head-on against the peak of the transformation of the Jiaomo Emperor Clan, I should not lose, it is worth my consumption of so many natural materials and treasures."

Jiang Ding hid in the void and carefully evaluated.

To be able to do so in just ten years, it is naturally because the Blood River King has a good foundation and has reached the realm. Under the external force, it is not difficult to restore the strength of the peak of the transformation of the spirit.

What's more, he contains part of Jiang Ding's sword realm, which is equivalent to a human-shaped sword talisman made by Jiang Ding, which can be regarded as a partial extension of Jiang Ding's power.

Such power is already usable.

After all, the son of the Cangkong Emperor and the son of the Yanliu Emperor, although they are the sons of the emperor, are only in the Nascent Soul realm, their general rank, and have not exceeded the power of the transformation of the spirit.

The realm is always the cornerstone power that overwhelms many talents.

At this time, the origin of the Blood River King's soul has been sealed into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness. Now, it is actually a clone of Jiang Ding with the memory of the Blood River King, which is equivalent to the extension of his arm.

Subconsciously, the Blood River King would move closer to the direction that Jiang Ding expected little by little.

Jiang Ding confirmed that the Blood River King had no errors, and continued to implement the lurking plan, hiding in the soul of any slave tribe, and continued to pay attention to the development of the Emperor's Son War.

For now, the Emperor's Son War is progressing smoothly and is still under control.

The armies of the Emperor's Son Yanliu and the Emperor's Son Cangkong are wearing each other out, and people on both sides are falling and dying every moment, especially the Emperor's Son Cangkong.

The Emperor's Son Cangkong relies on dozens of kings of his own clan among his three thousand guards.

The imperial guards given to him by the ancient emperor Cang Yan are loyal and faithful. With three thousand guards and hundreds of thousands of troops temporarily recruited by the Demon Vine Small Realm, they have resisted the siege of the millions of regular troops of the Emperor's Son Yanliu, and have not been defeated for several years, which is terrifying.

You know, the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Demon Vine Small Realm that were temporarily recruited are just to make up the numbers and do not have much combat power.

This is equivalent to three thousand guards resisting millions of troops without losing the upper hand.

This is the Imperial Guard of the Ancient Emperor Family.

Even so, under the siege of the millions of troops of the Emperor of Flame Flow, these three thousand guards also began to lose, including a king.

These are all the cultivators of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan.

The plan of the ten great Daozi to wear down the cultivators of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan is being promoted bit by bit.

"Three thousand guards, dozens of Transformed Gods, I am a little envious..."

Jiang Ding drooled.

This Cangkong Emperor, whose strength is just so-so, is even more pompous than his, which is really unpleasant.

"Jianzi."

"You are better than him."

Yue Ling interrupted at this time.

She can move in the Horned Dark Realm because she needs to prevent possible sneak attacks from the Refined Void.

Da Ri Tianchi will not care about Jianzi being killed by Yuanying and Huashen, but the protection of the Refined Void level existence is very strict, as can be proved by the history of the Immortal Sect for hundreds of thousands of years.

In history, there were many great men of the Immortal Sect who personally attacked the Sun Sword Son. Face was something that never existed, but none of them succeeded.

"Oh, why is that?"

Jiang Ding asked.

"Because you have me."

Yue Ling said confidently: "He is just an ancient emperor's son. You can totally look down on him."

"If it was the peak period of the Sword Pavilion, you would have the Sun Tianchi and the Sword Pavilion inheritance envoy Hei, two refining virtual officials."

"Under the two refining virtual officials, you will also have your own army, your own Taoist soldiers, your own sect disciples, and the heroes of the heavens and the worlds will gather to you, gather under your command, obey your orders, and be completely loyal to you."

"This is the dual system of the sword pavilion."

"Compared with you, the ancient emperor is like a firefly and the bright moon."

She said proudly:

"Even if the immortal sect masters see you, they will often treat you equally, because they can't do anything to you. This is why the old boy Xuanwu was so polite to you before, influenced by past history."

Yue spared no effort to describe the glory of the Great Sun Sword Son, and tried her best to cultivate the sense of belonging of the sect sword son, and was extremely skilled.

In the past, Xiyuan was also a Great Sun Sword Son, and she watched him grow up.

"You are not my official, and Hei is also."

Jiang Ding curled his lips.

"That's right."

"As long as you are always the Great Sun Sword Son, you will always be."

Yue said helplessly.

This generation of Great Sun Sword Sons does not recognize the sacred sword fight at all, and they are very upset about it.

Jiang Ding no longer paid attention to it, closed his eyes, lurked, and quietly waited for the passage of time and the situation to change.

This was inevitable.

The Cangkong Emperor and the Yanliu Emperor would not continue to be deadlocked. When one side could no longer hold on, it would inevitably collapse. It was nothing more than a matter of time.

A few years later, Jiang Ding opened his eyes.

Changes had indeed occurred.

A ray of Jiang Ding's consciousness flowed into the spirit and soul virtual world. When the nine slightly haggard and hazy figures saw him, their eyes lit up slightly.

"Emperor Yanliu was defeated."

The Shadow Demon Daozi said briefly: "Millions of our slave tribe's army have been besieging for more than ten years. The soldiers are exhausted and many monks have been killed. The casualties of the slave tribe are even more shocking. Two kings have died and more than ten are seriously injured."

"We tried our best and killed five Horned Demon Emperor kings in the guards of Emperor Cangkong. We have exhausted Emperor Cangkong's strength to the maximum extent and allowed him to hold on until today. For this, we lost more than half of our king-level strength."

"But in the end, Emperor Yanliu Still defeated, the dozens of Horned Demon Emperor clan king guards of the Cangkong Emperor were too shameless. "

"At present, the Yanliu Emperor is fleeing in a panic, and the Cangkong Emperor is chasing him. Countless Horned Demon Emperor clan monks have surrendered to him, including many kings of the Yanshi family, who are desperate and no longer hostile."

"The balance plan we implemented has failed."

"Do you have a solution?"

The nine Daozi looked at the sword son who dominated the realm with expectation, the Great Sun Sword Son who was almost half a level stronger than them in terms of status.

In this Horned Nether Realm, perhaps only the legendary Horned Nether Emperor can be resurrected, and the descendants of the Horned Nether Emperor can be compared with him.