A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

The meeting with the nine Daoists ended in a bad mood.

Jiang Ding didn't care and retreated back to the spirit world.

These Daoists fought for the interests of their respective sects. The so-called restraining power given by the great power was just so-so and could not restrain the Daoists at all.

Similarly, these Daoists would not stop executing the arrangement of the hidden formation of the Refining Void Stage because of Jiang Ding.

This is their own business.

Jiang Ding is now hiding in a tiger tribe, living in the spirit of a foundation-building black tiger, looking out through the tiger pupil like a window, a black tiger claw like cold iron pierced into the chest of a Demon Rock tribe member and took out a heart core.

The face of the Demon Rock tribe member was full of astonishment and disbelief, and his body slowly fell down, collapsed into a pool of ore, and lost his breath of life.

"Roar!"

"Bai Zhu, you bastard is finally dead! Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

Hei Hu laughed wildly, his voice shook the four directions. His blood-red eyes were filled with resentment and resentment that had been suppressed for many years.

Once the great revenge was avenged, it was really satisfying.

"Heimao, you..."

The tiger demon cultivators around looked at Hei Hu angrily and fearfully.

They knew that Heimao had a blood feud with Bai Zhu, the patrol envoy of the Demon Rock Clan.

Heimao's sister was devoured by Bai Zhu, and his parents were trampled to death by Bai Zhu when he was bored. They all knew this.

However, why did he kill the patrol envoy of the Demon Rock Clan?

For so many years, for so many generations, there have been countless such resentments, and such things have happened frequently. There are many tiger demon cultivators who are more miserable than Heimao.

This is the fate of tiger demon cultivators, it is like this.

Why can't you bear it?

Why can't you bear it? !

Ah? !

"Heimao!"

"You damned bastard!"

"You will kill all the people in our tribe. I will kill you..."

Soon, many tiger demon cultivators were furious, and they were extremely crazy and rushed towards Heihu.

"Haha!"

"It's useless for you to kill me! The people of the Moyan tribe died here after all!"

Heihu laughed wildly, not afraid at all.

Even so, he couldn't beat so many tiger demon cultivators. He burst out his demon essence and fled to the distance. He soon disappeared.

A group of tiger demon cultivators searched for him for a long time, but couldn't find him. Their legs and feet were limp, and they sat on the ground and cried bitterly.

"It's over!"

"We're over."

A tiger demon cultivator murmured, tears falling: "Not only will we die, but all our tribesmen will die. Our souls will be refined into the Ten Thousand Souls Monument. We can't live or die..."

Many tiger demon cultivators around cried.

The people of the Moyan tribe are dead.

The Moyan tribe will not let them go.

Regardless of the reason, regardless of whether they killed them or not, the Moyan people will take revenge. This is the domineering nature of the Moyan people. It has been like this for countless years, and there has never been an exception.

Gradually, the crying quieted down.

All the tiger monks, from the Qi training stage to the foundation building stage, fell silent and looked at each other.

"Run!"

"Run, as many as you can escape!"

"I heard that the Moyan people died not only here, but also in other places. They may not remember us and spend a lot of energy using great magical powers to search for us!"

"Let's go..."

Many tiger monks did not even go home, but rushed to the wilderness outside the tribe. Their colorful fur quickly merged with the wilderness and soon disappeared.

A small number of tiger monks hesitated for a moment, returned to the tribe, packed up their belongings, and fled with their families.

Soon, this tiger tribe of thousands of people was deserted, and there was no demon monk left.

…

Jiang Ding silently watched the great changes that took place in the tiger tribe in the soul of the black tiger.

This tiger tribe is called ‘Xiangrou’, the Xiangrou tribe.

The function of the Xiangrou tribe is to produce its own flesh and blood, which is supplied to the cultivators of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan and a few high-ranking slaves for consumption. After refining and consuming the fragrant meat, it has a certain promoting effect on body refining.

In addition to producing fragrant meat, the cultivators of this tiger tribe also serve as cannon fodder servants. They are occasionally summoned by the Demon Rock Clan to deal with and slaughter the weaker slaves, which can be said to be a multi-purpose slave.

What happened today was an accident, but it was not an accident.

The tiger demon cultivators of the Xiangrou tribe are highly intelligent immortal beings. No matter how numb and stupid they are, how can they not have resentment for the alien race that devoured their family and devoured them?

The resentment accumulated over the years may be used to refine the magic weapon of the Yuanying stage.

So,

Why didn’t this happen before?

Because before, there were powerful men from the Demon Rock Clan who could suppress them, and they could kill their entire tribe with one hand. There were tiger kings from the Tiger Clan who suppressed them.

These tiger kings from the Tiger Clan were favored by the Demon Rock Clan. Anyone who dared to rebel was immediately killed and suppressed.

In addition, the tribe selected the obedient tiger bloodline generation after generation and executed all the rebellious tiger monks. Generation after generation, this fragrant meat tribe could always produce tiger fragrant meat that satisfied many big figures from the Horned Demon Emperor Clan.

Originally, this stable state would continue until the death of the tiger monk named Black Tiger.

The Horned Demon Emperor Clan was experienced and had enough means to rule thousands of slaves.

Now, it has changed.

The war broke out.

A large number of powerful men from the Demon Rock Clan and the Tiger Clan who originally suppressed the tribe were summoned to the battlefield to participate in the blood-grinding interstellar war. For the ambitions of their masters, they died one after another and could never come back.

It has not been just for a while, but for almost 20 years, these powerful men who originally suppressed various places have not come back yet.

This time is enough for the slaves in various places to change.

The rule of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan is extremely bloody and brutal, simple and rough, and there is no room for any easing and deception at all. They disdain this, and a lot of crazy resentment has accumulated within each slave.

Many slaves were originally on the verge of collapse at any time, and many slave monks were in a half-crazy state, but they were suppressed at any time, so they looked stable.

This is like a large and small volcano distributed all over the world of Xiaoqian, which is about to erupt, but because of the continuous suppression of external forces, it has never erupted. It has been like this for tens of thousands of years, and it seems to be the natural state of heaven and earth.

It looks sunny and everything is normal.

However, what will happen when the suppression force is lost?

Volcanoes are erupting one after another!

The killing of the patrol envoy of the Demon Rock Clan by a demon cultivator named Black Tiger from the Fragrant Meat Tiger Clan is an example.

The life span of the demon cultivators is only a hundred years under the oppression of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan. Life is so short that they have no ability and are unwilling to think about things that are too far away.

At this time, they saw the possibility of revenge and a glimmer of hope for escape, which is completely different from before, so they put all their efforts into it.

What joy is there in life, and what pain is there in death.

Bitter!

Too bitter!

The lives of many slave cultivators are too bitter. They always offer their lifespan, essence, blood, mana, and flesh to the Horned Demon Emperor Clan for people to eat. There is no time to rest, and there is no hope in life.

Their lives are too bitter. They are not afraid of death at all, and there is nothing to fear, because there is nothing to linger on in such a life.

Now that there is an opportunity, they immediately seize it.

Regardless of whether this is a trap or not, regardless of whether this momentary carnival and revenge will bring disaster to themselves.

I can't care anymore!

They just want to kill, just want to do, just want to rob!

The order of the entire Yanshi Star Region began to be chaotic.

There was no longer strict supervision in various places, and the spiritual veins in various places began to change hands repeatedly. The occasional changes were no longer conspicuous, but extremely common, and they were everywhere.