A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

The Emperor of Flame Flow said he was not afraid of death?

Jiang Ding almost laughed his teeth off.

Not afraid of death.

Is this something that can be done just by talking, with blood boiling, temper rising, and gritting one's teeth?

Without going through countless hardships, without going through many social practices, knowing all kinds of things in the world, understanding the laws of social operation, and not constantly strengthening one's heart of Tao in this process...

Without going through these, a child who grew up in a greenhouse said that he was not afraid of life and death?

This is a joke.

"You..."

The Emperor of Flame Flow's face was blue and red, but he didn't dare to say anything humiliating.

This lowly servant really dared to kill him!

He had no doubt that if he didn't beg for mercy, the bloody long sword would definitely pierce his head, causing countless brains to explode and turn into a ball of cotton wool without any vitality.

At this moment, he deeply felt the gap between himself and the king who had fought all the way to life and death.

Not only strength, but also the fighting spirit.

If King Shenshan was here, or even Moshan was here, they would never be able to say words of begging for mercy, and they would die if they died.

Buzz!

The blood-red sword in the throat vibrated, bringing severe pain.

The expression of the Emperor Yanliu was distorted by pain.

"Yanliu."

"You cherish your life, which is good. Only those who cherish their lives can live long."

Jiang Ding said coldly: "Where is the Great Emperor Scripture I want?"

"I defeated the Emperor Cangkong for you, and you gave me the Great Emperor Scripture, and you gave it to me first."

"In this way, you won the battle of the Emperor's Son, got the Emperor's Son's crown, and became the Great Emperor in the future."

"I got my chance to succeed."

"The Great Emperor Scripture... This is impossible!"

The Emperor Yanliu covered his throat with both hands, endured the pain, and said angrily: "I am just the Emperor's Son! I am not the Great Emperor, how could I have the Great Emperor Scripture!"

"Ah?"

"Do you think it is possible?"

He gave a completely different answer from what he promised before.

"This has nothing to do with me."

"Yan Liu."

Jiang Ding said coldly: "If I come here today and cannot get the Great Emperor's Scripture, then I will die. It would be best if I can kill you and let you be buried with me."

"If I cannot kill you, I will die without regrets if I can see the Great Emperor's methods!"

"I ask you again?"

"Is this your answer to me?"

Jiang Ding asked with murderous intent.

"King Xuehe, you are crazy!"

"You are really crazy!"

Emperor Yan Liu ignored the pain in his throat and flew into a rage: "Even if you get the Great Emperor's Scripture, what does it matter? Can you be promoted to the Great Emperor?"

"Do you know that because of your actions, the entire human race will be slaughtered!"

"I will give you one last chance. Be loyal to me. I will try my best to make the human race the ninth level of the slave race. Even your life can be preserved."

"Don't...ah!"

Boom!

A blood-colored sword energy slashed and cut the Emperor Yanliu out of the deep pit. He vomited blood and fell back, falling several miles away, breaking his bones one after another.

The Emperor Yanliu was covered in blood and flesh, and looked even more miserable.

"Don't talk nonsense anymore."

"Don't talk nonsense anymore!"

"Yanliu, you damn bastard!"

The blood in Jiang Ding's eyes almost came out of his body, and his soul was restless and crazy. He said sternly: "How many times do I have to tell you! You will understand that I only have more than a thousand years of life now!"

"I'm dying!"

"Do you know, you bastard?"

"I'm not a waste like you! As long as I have the Great Emperor's Scripture, I will definitely be promoted to the Great Emperor, I will definitely be promoted to the Great Emperor!"

"Do you understand?"

The blood-robed Taoist had a distorted look, and he waved his arms wildly, describing something.

The so-called human race will be completely slaughtered in the future, he simply ignored it, did not react, and did not even specifically mention it.

"This bastard..."

The Emperor Yanliu felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

The gap between the king and the emperor, how could a scripture of the emperor make up for it?

Not to mention the bastard King Xuehe, even he, who has been trained by his father since childhood and is the son of the emperor, has little hope of becoming an emperor now.

How dare an ant who practices the blood way and has some adventures dare to covet the emperor realm?

However, these reasons are meaningless to a madman.

…

In the center of the Yanshi star field, in a vast palace with rising flames.

This palace is located in the center of the Yanshi star field. It naturally swallows and spits out the spiritual tides of more than ten small worlds, converging here, nourishing many sixth-level natural materials and treasures, and exuding a heavy atmosphere of chaos at all times.

At this point, the king can only bow down and worship, and dare not slack off.

In the center of the flame palace, a red flame giant as big as a mountain sits on the throne, quietly watching everything happening in the distance, and I don’t know what he is thinking.

I don't know how long it took.

"Emperor?"

A king of the Flame Stone Family asked softly from a distance from the throne: "Should we send a king to kill this traitorous servant?"

"The existence of this servant has brought shame to the family."

He did not say to bring back the Emperor Yanliu's son.

The battle of the emperor's son involved the dispute between the Great Emperor and the Ancient Emperor, which was not something that a king like him could comment on.

No response.

The king of the Flame Stone Family bowed respectfully, stepped back slowly, and said nothing more.

The palace was quiet again.

It seemed that a very long time had passed.

Buzz!

At some point, an ancient and weathered bamboo slip appeared in the flame-filled imperial palace. It had a style different from that of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan and was obviously something from other immortal civilizations.

"Emperor..."

The surrounding Horned Demon Emperor Clan kings were shocked, but they did not dare to advise.

Whoosh!

The weathered bamboo slip disappeared.

...

"Bastard?"

"Is this your final answer?"

Jiang Ding's crazy expression subsided and he regained his composure: "At the end of my life, I can still see the methods of the emperor, which is already an infinite honor."

"King of the Slave Clan, even if you live longer, who can match me at this moment?"

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Ding laughed wildly: "Moshan, you are a waste who has been my opponent for who knows how many years!"

"Even if you are a waste who kowtows and actively integrates loyalty and slavery into your soul, you must be envious of me in your heart at this moment, right?"

Moshan barely stopped in front of the Flame Flow Emperor, and said nothing.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

"Emperor, see me off, who can do that?"

Clang!

Jiang Ding gently drew his sword.

While drawing his sword, a blazing blood-colored flame burned on his body and in his soul. His sticky blood-robe body seemed to become something that was extremely easy to burn, making the blood-robed Taoist so radiant that people dared not look directly at him.

He was burning everything!

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

"Blood River King, you don't have to do this..."

The Emperor of Flame Flow felt cold in his heart, as if he was falling into an ice cave.

At this moment, it seemed as if a whole blood-colored world was collapsing, and the terrible blood-robe sword intent suppressed him, freezing his soul and stiffening his body.

Surprisingly, there was no power to resist!

All his instincts, the Emperor's extremely sharp fighting talent, were clearly telling the Emperor of Flame Flow a fact.

This sword will kill him!

He cannot dodge, escape, or be stopped!

He will die!

The Emperor Yanliu now clearly felt what it was like to see an opponent far stronger than him, burning his body, soul, and desperately fighting for his life, slashing out with a sword.

It was just like a death in destiny!

The Emperor Yanliu clearly felt that he was about to die, not at the hands of the Blood River King, but at the hands of the Emperor Cangkong.

The two seemed to have crossed time and overlapped.

This was destiny.

"Blood River King..."

"Stop, I can give you..."

The Emperor Yanliu suddenly woke up, frantically persuading him, making all kinds of promises, and even swearing by his ancestors and ancient gods, which was extremely sincere and credible.

However, all this was useless.

The sword slowly slashed down.

"No..."

The Emperor Yanliu was desperate.

The abyss of death enveloped him.

At this moment.

Suddenly, the desperate expression of the Emperor Yanliu froze, full of disbelief.

"Blood River King!"

The Emperor of Flame Flow roared with all his strength: "The Great Emperor's Scripture can be given to you!"

Swish!

The blood-colored long sword that was about to chop down stopped.

Jiang Ding looked up.

He looked in front of him, and an ancient and vicissitudes bamboo slip appeared in front of him.

It was a slightly dim dark green color, as if it had gone through endless time, passed through the hands of countless people, and was comprehended by countless people.

Now, it appeared in front of him, floating up and down.