A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

When the blood sword was slowly unsheathed, a cold, freezing, and terrifying aura of slaughtering all things in the world permeated the four directions.

Everyone was about to be frozen, and a strong fear arose in their hearts.

It was as if he was facing the enemy of all living beings.

"Kill!"

Moshan roared.

He could no longer bear the increasingly terrifying pressure and took the initiative to rush forward.

He was as tall as a mountain, and his whole body was made of black magic stone. The runes on it were faint, and the magic was sinister. It was like a magic mountain between heaven and earth reviving, and it came down with terrible tyrannical killing intent, and the manic and violent aura spread out.

Moshan had already begun to fight for his life.

From the slightly shrunken pupils of Emperor Yanliu, it can be seen that the current Moshan is obviously much stronger than usual.

"Moshan, you are too weak."

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword and slashed it down with one sword.

A flash of blood-colored sword light seemed to have seen through space, cause and effect, and the way of life, and slashed at the most vulnerable part of the living being.

The huge body of Moshan Mountain froze.

Boom!

The dark rock body of Moshan Mountain froze for a moment, then collapsed with a loud bang. Countless pieces of rubble exploded in all directions, and the breath continued to fall. In the end, only a head as big as a house fell to the ground, looking at the blood-robed Taoist in front of him in horror, his soul trembling.

One sword.

Just one sword.

This old rival of many years beheaded him, vulnerable to a single blow.

Moshan recalled the past hostility and fighting, and couldn't help sweating.

"You are much weaker than King Shenshan, even with all your strength."

Jiang Ding took a step forward.

He tapped his toes lightly, stepping the huge head of Moshan into the palace stone slab little by little, stepping into the soil, leaving only a piece of dark rock scalp on the ground.

Moshan, maybe it's useful.

This is the only reason he is still alive.

There is no obstacle in front of him.

"Emperor's son!"

The seriously injured King Shenshan struggled to come over. The surrounding guards of the emperor's son and the slave guards rushed over frantically. They were extremely loyal, but their bodies stiffened with the sound of a sword, and they could no longer affect anything.

Jiang Ding pressed the hilt of the sword and looked at the Emperor Yanliu in front of him.

The Emperor Yanliu said nothing, and there was shock, anger, murderous intent, disgust, and ecstasy in his eyes, which was very complicated.

He looked at the blood-robed Taoist in the distance, as if he was looking at a treasure.

There was silence for a while.

I don't know how long it took.

Snap!

Snap!

"Hahaha!"

"Blood River King!"

The Emperor Yanliu laughed and clapped his hands, looking very happy: "The human race is indeed a strong race in the vast realm. Even in this corner of the imperial race, a strong man like you, Blood River King, can be born."

"I am very lucky, very lucky!"

He laughed loudly, respectful and humble, with a look of reconciliation, which made the cold atmosphere around him melt a lot.

"Oh?"

"A powerful tribe in a vast realm?"

Jiang Ding was not moved by his humble attitude, and asked slowly.

"Indeed."

The Emperor Yanliu frowned slightly, and felt very uncomfortable.

In the past, his humble attitude would immediately earn the gratitude of the king of the Nu tribe, and he would swear allegiance to him.

He was quite confident about this, and believed that his ability to control people far surpassed that of other emperors, and was completely different from their rough and brutal methods.

Now, the blood-robed Taoist in front of him was so calm.

He was completely different from the servile appearance in the past.

This made him feel a strong disgust.

"King Xuehe."

"The human race, in a distant realm, had a prosperous immortal civilization in the past."

"It's just that they were born lowly and loved internal fighting, so they died."

The Emperor Yanliu hid his disgust very well and smiled: "Even so, its potential cannot be underestimated. King Xuehe, as long as you work hard, I am willing to take the human race inheritance collected by the imperial family for you. It is unknown whether you will be promoted to the emperor in the future."

He made a seemingly true promise, a promise that was enough to drive countless slave kings crazy.

"Is there an imperial inheritance of my human race in the imperial family?"

Jiang Ding's heart moved.

"Indeed, there is."

The Emperor of Flame Flow confirmed it and said with certainty: "King Xuehe, as long as you work for me and defeat the Emperor of Cangkong, I will not let you down and take out the inheritance of the human race's imperial scripture for you!"

"In addition to the inheritance of the human race's imperial realm, I am willing to upgrade the human race to the ninth level of the slave race after becoming an emperor, so that the human race and the Yanshi family can share honor and disgrace and share the power of the Yanshi star field."

He swore to the sky and put forward all his conditions.

The head of the demon mountain buried deep under the earth heard these words, his eyes turned red, he was extremely envious and jealous, his soul was trembling, but he dared not say anything.

The Emperor of Flame Flow stared at the Taoist in the blood robe with a burning gaze, very confident.

Such an unprecedented condition, a slave king would definitely not be able to refuse.

There is no way to refuse!

"Really?"

"The Emperor is so generous."

Jiang Ding's reaction was very calm.

"Oh?"

The Emperor of Flame Flow's face became gloomy little by little.

This slave, every step is different from what he thought, without the slightest loyalty, it is indeed an inferior slave in the records of the imperial family, without any qualification to become the ninth-class slave.

Clang!

The cold blood-red sword light flashed, and the murderous intent spread.

Soon, the gloomy face of the Emperor Yanliu changed.

"What are you going to do..." The Emperor Yanliu said sternly.

He stared at the blood-robed Taoist who began to draw his sword. The anger in his heart quickly disappeared, and instead appeared a trace of panic that he himself could not believe.

Panic appeared in front of the lowly slaves.

"The emperor's son,"

"I want the inheritance of the Imperial Realm now."

Jiang Ding pulled out the bleeding sword bit by bit, and the cold murderous intention spread: "If you don't have the inheritance of the human race's imperial realm, I need the great emperor scriptures of your Yanshi family."

"Otherwise, you will die."

"Do you understand?"

He said such words straightforwardly, shocking countless people around him, making them stunned and doubting that they had heard wrongly.

A slave asked his master for the most powerful emperor's scriptures!

"Be bold!"

Before Yanliu Emperor said anything, Yanhua Emperor's daughter beside her was already furious with her face. She pointed her jade finger at the blood-robed Taoist and scolded: "You are just a member of the slave clan, but you dare to covet the imperial clan's scriptures. This Do you want to die without a burial place?"

"Do you know that this will bring huge disaster to your human race?!"

"The human race will be destroyed because of you!"

She threatened harshly and told the truth.

Keng!

A bloody sword light struck and fell with a roar.

The ten-foot-long indestructible chaotic space of the Flame Flower Emperor's daughter was as fragile as paper. She was chopped away by a sword and vomited blood in the air. Her body was almost broken in half, and her breath was like a gossamer.

Weak as an ant.

"Bad maid."

Jiang Ding said in disgust.

This person, with the title of Emperor's Daughter, is only an intermediate level in the Transformation of Gods, and has little hope of becoming a Great Emperor. It is in vain that he treated the Emperor's son as a Taoist disciple in the past.

Damn it for living up to so many expectations.

"Lowly human slave!"

"you dare?!"

The Flame Emperor was furious, took out a flaming halberd and blocked it in front of the emperor's daughter. His hair and beard were spread out, and he was dancing wildly. It was obvious that he was extremely frightened and angry, and his murderous intent was extremely cold.

It was unimaginable for him to be bullied to such an extent by a slave, and he almost lost his mind.

However, he did not lose his mind after all.

He did not immediately come forward to fight.

Because he is weak.

"Flame flow!"

"You bastard!"

Jiang Ding drew his sword and called him by his name. He was no longer polite, and his murderous intent was cold. He interrupted the Flame Emperor's scolding and said, "Do you think you are smart?"

"In the past, a so-called courtesy corporal could make us shed tears of gratitude and swear loyalty to the death."

“A few casual words can make us realize a lot and make us grateful.”

"The promise made casually can make us, me, Mo Shan, and the King of the Fox Tribe, Hu Yan, believe in it."

"Do you think that you are so smart that you can easily play with kings like us?"

Jiang Ding sneered: "Is that so?"

The Yanliu Emperor's face turned green and white for a while.

"Actually, you are bullshit!"

"Do you know that these little tricks of yours, in front of us old people who have lived for nearly ten thousand years, are as childish and ridiculous as a child wearing crotchless pants?"

"Actually, I'm just acting with a little brat like you."

"Actually, laugh in your heart!"

Jiang Ding said coldly.

He touched the ground, and the head of the magic mountain burst out of the ground with a rumble.

"The Magic Mountain,"

"Ha ha!"

"What do you think of this little kid's ridiculous and childish ways of controlling people? Have you ever laughed in your heart?"

Jiang Ding asked.

Magic Mountain was silent.

"you……"

The flame-flow emperor's face was in burning pain, and he was furious and furious.

He wanted to vent again, but the ubiquitous cold murderous intent around him gave him sufficient calmness, and he did not take any substantive action despite his so-called rage.

"Without the protection of many great emperors of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, Yanliu, you would be nothing more than a dog."

"Your talent is not as good as mine."

"Your strength is not as good as mine."

Jiang Ding pointed his sword between the emperor's eyebrows and said calmly: "Stop drawing these ridiculous cakes and making these ridiculous promises. Any king can guess your thoughts. It couldn't be easier."

"Let me guess, are you angry in your heart and want to finish using me and ask your father to kill me immediately? Do you want to go through endless torture?"

"childish."

"Pediatrics."

The Yanliu Emperor's expression changed.

"It seems that I guessed it right, Flame Stream."

Jiang Ding said calmly: "Don't make any promises to me. You don't have such magnanimity and mind, and there is nothing that can be trusted."

"Just one thing from me."

"Give me the Great Emperor Scripture and I will fight for you."

"how?"