A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Jiang Ding ignored the rebuke of King Shen Shan.

He walked over, with countless blood-colored sword qi blooming around him, beheading the enemies who blocked his way, and draining their souls and blood essence, leaving only dried corpses falling to the ground.

The dried corpses were extremely fragile and broke into several pieces. All the essence in the body was drained.

In the thousands of swirling blood qi, Jiang Ding looked a little dazed.

This scene seemed very beautiful.

Very beautiful.

And a little familiar.

It seemed that in the very distant past, such a scene was often seen.

Dong, Dongdong!

"King Xuehe,"

King Shen Shan came with heavy steps, his feet on the space like beating drums, and he was dragging a mountain of gold and iron with silver light in his hand!

At this time, he didn't say a word.

The mountain instantly expanded to a thousand feet in size, and merged with the ten-foot unbreakable chaotic space of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan. It was grabbed by a muscular giant arm and smashed down fiercely at the blood-robed Taoist below!

The king of the Demon Rock Clan, Moshan, was guarding the Emperor of Flame Flow, and his eyelids jumped when he saw this.

Boom!

The mountain of gold and iron that was smashed down by the giant arm seemed to have turned into a chaotic black hole, emitting infinite attraction, engulfing everything and destroying everything.

This is the ultimate power of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan!

This race with brilliant achievements in physical cultivation, with an indestructible body and an ultimate power, made all races despair, dare not do anything to provoke the majesty of the imperial clan, and willingly became slaves, considering it the highest honor.

As the peak of the king level, this blow was enough to seriously injure him.

Not to mention the weak human blood king!

"Slave, you deserve to die!"

King Shenshan shouted.

He went crazy, revealing a brutal and bloodthirsty murderous look. This was the natural talent of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan. Fighting is madness, and they are a race born for fighting.

The ultimate force brought a terrible chaotic black hole to suppress it.

In all directions, countless dancing blood-colored sword lights were swallowed up by the chaotic black hole, and countless human, demon, and rock clan monks were swallowed up by the black hole, their bodies turned into powder, and their souls were destroyed.

All the blood light was gone.

Jiang Ding looked up.

The blood robe around him rustled, and it was pulled out of a few blood threads. It seemed that it would also be swallowed up by the chaotic black hole. The whole body was bound by heavy pressure and could not move.

"Chen Shan."

"How can someone like you be worthy of being my opponent?"

Jiang Ding looked at the blood sword that appeared in his hand at some point and whispered.

"You, don't deserve it."

Buzz!

The broken sword tip in the soul vibrated slightly.

The moment the ultimate force turned into a black hole and descended on his head.

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword.

Following an inexplicable understanding in his heart, he looked around and saw blood lines crisscrossing the sky and earth. They no longer had the color of metal, but were pure blood, lines made of blood.

These blood lines exist in life, in rivers, in mountains and palaces, and in the world.

They even exist in the king of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan who pushed over with a mountain of gold and iron!

On the body of King Shenshan, there was a blood pattern that changed like a ball of thread. The complexity of this blood pattern was far simpler than the pattern of the world, much simpler, and it was not even on the same order of magnitude.

"That's how it should be,"

"Cut."

Jiang Ding thought.

Clang!

A blood sword light slashed out!

The world was quiet, shrouded by the heavy blood light, sticky, blocking the eyes of all living beings, and all living beings had a blank brain and lost the ability to think.

I don't know how long it took.

The blood light slowly dissipated, revealing all kinds of vivid colors in the world, and the figures and wind in the world began to flow again.

"I... am still too weak..."

Jiang Ding felt a strong sense of shame in his heart.

At the moment when the world returned to normal, King Shenshan, who was carrying the mountain of gold and iron and suppressing it with one hand, showed a look of horror.

Boom!

King Shenshan vomited blood and retreated. His body was like a collapse of a sacred mountain. He retreated back at a much faster speed than before, and fell to the ground fiercely, knocking down one palace after another. Many palaces' protective array patterns were diffused and shattered again.

"Wow!"

"This is impossible!"

King Shenshan vomited blood again, spraying all over the ground, staggering, and said in shock and anger.

On his body, a faint blood mark appeared, from the center of his eyebrows to his throat, then to his chest, to his crotch, the sword mark was so deep that the bone could be seen, almost splitting him evenly in half.

King Shenshan's skin and flesh were about to split in half, separated by a sword mark, revealing the dark magic iron-like bones inside.

The skin on both sides of the scar wanted to close up frantically, but the body was not destroyed, but it could not do so under the erosion of the remaining sword energy in the sword mark.

The flesh on both sides closed up and separated again, over and over again, which was extremely terrifying.

This is the unparalleled body training and strong defense of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan.

If it were a magic cultivator, it would be enough to kill him ten times.

"King Xuehe, you..."

Moshan looked at the blood-robed Taoist priest, his old rival for many years, in horror.

"Shenshan, you are quite strong."

Jiang Ding said lightly.

He put away his sword and walked into the pink imperial palace step by step, towards the decadent Yanliu Emperor.

Along the way, all those who dared to stop him died, including all the monks of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan who stopped him, including the monks of the Flame Stone Clan. There was no mercy and no way out, which made Moshan's eyelids jump and his back shiver.

Without any hesitation, Moshan still stopped in front of the Blood Robe Taoist.

"You... have hidden your strength in the past?"

Moshan's voice was bitter.

"Didn't you, Moshan?"

Jiang Ding said calmly: "On weekdays, any king of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan can defeat you and use you like a slave. Although you are of the same level, you are regarded as a weak person, even a newly promoted Horned Demon Emperor Clan king."

"Is this true?"

Moshan was silent.

This is the sorrow of the slave king, who is born to be weaker than others, and it should be.

All slave kings usually hide their strength, he is like this, and so is the Blood River King.

What he didn't expect was that the Blood River King hid so much.

"Blood River King,"

"You have been planning for many years. Now that you have successfully gotten rid of the slave mark and gained freedom, why do you want to come back?"

Moshan said in a deep voice.

Obviously, he was stalling for time to give King Shenshan time to recover. The life force of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan monks is tenacious. As long as they don't die on the spot, they won't die so easily.

At the same time, he was also curious. The other party had obviously faked his death and concealed it from everyone. Why did he come back now?

"Because of life span."

The Blood River King transformed by Jiang Ding didn't care about his delay.

"I still have more than a thousand years before I die."

"After a period of freedom, there is no point, so I came here."

"I want to see the prince of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan."

"Now, you should get out of the way."

Jiang Ding slowly pulled out the blood sword bit by bit.