A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

In the dark and silent star field, a Taoist priest in a blood robe sat cross-legged.

In front of the Taoist priest in a blood robe, a long sword was suspended.

Next to the long sword, ten blood dragons roared fiercely, sending out waves of roars, vaguely similar to the roars of the kings such as King Mo Ye and King Sha Yi.

The voices were full of resentment and unwillingness, and any roar could instantly destroy a Yuanying-level sect.

"Lord Mo Ye, stop struggling."

"It's useless."

Jiang Ding's expression was calm, and he cast a series of spells to suppress the restlessness of the ten blood dragons: "In the past, when you slaughtered millions of slaves at will, why didn't you have this strong resentment and hatred?"

"Now it's my turn, but I'm reacting more."

"But it's useless, just enjoy it."

One after another, the ten blood dragons with monstrous power fell, roaring non-stop, and gradually calmed down. They were thrown into the Blood River Sword, and were consumed and swallowed by the millions of fine blood river sword qi in the Blood River Sword, erasing all their resentment and resentment in their lifetime, leaving only the pure blood essence and soul essence.

Of course, this purity is relative.

At a deeper level, a more microscopic level, there must be many remnants, and it will never be absolutely pure. This is the drawback that the Blood Path and the Demon Path can never get rid of.

This is the reason why the demon cultivators often go astray.

In terms of purity, these external blood and power can never be compared with the mana that the cultivators themselves have been constantly honing and growing.

This is the true meaning of the so-called true cultivation of the righteous way, starting slowly and then fast, and accumulating strength for a burst of power.

Jiang Ding cast a series of spells, and forcefully stuffed the blood dragons transformed by the spirits of ten kings such as King Mo Ye and King Sha Yi into the Blood River Sword, refining them bit by bit, so as to enhance the foundation of the Blood River Sword bit by bit, make up for the damaged foundation in the past, and make the Blood River Sword get a fundamental improvement.

Finally, the ten blood dragons were pressed into the blood jade-like sword body, and bumps appeared on the sword body from time to time, which were faces, vaguely similar to King Mo Ye, King Sha Yi and others, but they were blocked by a layer of blood film and could not break free.

These ferocious faces that protruded from time to time made this blood demon sword even more terrifying.

Anyone who saw this sword for the first time would immediately determine that it was a magic weapon that killed hundreds of millions of old demons, and there would be no misunderstanding.

"...Killing is to protect life, and killing karma is not killing people..."

"I am actually kind and innocent."

Jiang Ding whispered.

There was a bloody light in his eyes, a foot long, and the violent killing intent unconsciously spread in all directions, enough to make all the creatures within a thousand miles dry up and die instantly.

"However, there are always demons in the world, disturbing all living beings and not being able to rest."

"Therefore, the sword must be stained with blood..."

Jiang Ding's eyes fell on the ancient bamboo slips that flew out automatically again, and the blood in his eyes gradually disappeared, looking calm and peaceful.

The dark green ancient bamboo slips bloomed with rays of light, reflecting the figures of Yanliu Emperor and others.

"King Xuehe, you killed King Shayi..."

When King Shenshan appeared, he had bloodshot eyes and a hideous face.

It seems that as the king of the Yanshi family, he and King Shayi have a good relationship. When he learned that King Shayi was dead and his descendants were slaughtered, he was going crazy instantly.

"Yes, he wanted to die, I killed him."

"King Shenshan."

Jiang Ding nodded gently and admitted it.

Ignoring King Shenshan's rage, he said: "King Shenshan, if you really miss King Shayi, you can tell me. I will go to the Black Water Realm to send you off so that you can meet King Shayi and he won't be lonely."

"You dare..."

King Shenshan was furious and almost crazy, but he paused and felt extremely cold in his heart.

King Shenshan didn't dare to continue to roar and scold.

This slave king has no taboos.

He really dares to kill himself!

Even if the emperor's son tried to stop him, it would be useless. No one could stop him.

There is no etiquette, no order, and no awe in him. There is only a desire for the emperor realm and endless greed for the blood of all living beings.

This kind of fierce demon, even if it appears in the human race, will be surrounded and killed by the human race.

Where can the race come from to threaten?

This is a human cultivator without any shortcomings and no way out.

"Emperor's son."

"The ten kings have surrendered, what do I want for the middle chapter of the Great Emperor's Scripture?"

Jiang Ding no longer paid attention to King Shenshan, showing a friendly smile and looking at the Emperor Yanliu on the throne.

The Emperor Yanliu had a cold face and did not respond.

"Oh?"

The smile on Jiang Ding's face gradually faded.

He stopped talking and was not angry about anything, just staring at the Emperor Yanliu on the throne, wondering what he was thinking.

An instinctive panic suddenly arose in the heart of the Emperor Yanliu, and his heart began to beat violently under the calm appearance, and sweat appeared on his palms.

"King Xuehe!"

"You killed the Emperor's third uncle! How dare you ask for a reward?"

King Shenshan angrily scolded: "Besides, the Emperor and you agreed to exchange the heads of the ten guards of the Emperor Cangkong for the middle chapter of the Great Emperor's Scripture."

"You did not meet the requirements!"

"Yes, the requirements are quite detailed."

Jiang Ding laughed dumbly.

"Your Majesty, you are not kidding."

King Shenshan sneered and did not give in at all.

This was unexpected. He didn't know where he got the confidence from, but he suddenly had such a tough capital.

"Interesting."

"How many kings have joined the emperor's son?"

Jiang Ding thought for a moment, made a guess, and asked with a smile.

These kings of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan are all dogs.

Persuading these kings in a good voice should be ignored. They weigh all kinds of trade-offs and think about all kinds of pros and cons. They often talk about the righteousness of the imperial clan and the rise and fall of the imperial clan. They throw high hats at you, and they occupy enough positions. Cheap, all kinds of high-profile, even the kings within the Yanshi family are like this.

But, you ignore them.

Pull out the butcher's knife and beat the die-hard resisters to death one by one. These kings who talk about the righteousness of the imperial family will instantly become as well-behaved as a dog. They won't make any conditions and suddenly have family feelings. Knowing that as the king of the Yanshi family, he should be loyal to the family emperor.

Suddenly, it made sense.

"Not much, not much."

King Chenshan sneered: "Including slave kings, there are only a dozen kings in total. Relying on the Small Thousand World Formation, it is enough to resist the army of Emperor Cangkong."

This is a waxing and waning.

There are fewer kings who are loyal to the Emperor of the Blue Sky, which in turn strengthens the power of the Emperor of Flame Stream, bringing the strength of both sides closer to each other quickly. It is no longer the huge gap that is almost desperate like before.

King Shenshan looked at the blood-robed Taoist coldly.

What the emperor needs is not an unruly hungry wolf that can bite back at any time, but a tame domestic dog!

In fact, it's also for the wild dog's benefit.

If he does not restrain his unruliness, even if he wins the war, he may not be able to survive. This will make the emperor miss a big help and the Yanshi family will lose a piece of strength.

This is not what King Shenshan wants to see.

So, taking advantage of the opportunity, he hoped to tame the wild dog.

"In that case..."

Jiang Ding chuckled: "Since the emperor doesn't need to be here, let's just let it go."

"The Cangkong Emperor is known as the Wise Emperor, so he will definitely not treat me badly."

In his hand, a butterfly with green flames appeared out of nowhere.

In fact, Jiang Ding originally wanted to go to the small world of Blackwater and kill all the kings who came to serve him, so that the Emperor of Flame Stream would be more honest.

However, this seemed too eye-catching and a bit counterintuitive, so I dropped it.

"This is……"

"Emperor Cangkong?"

Emperor Yanliu's hair stood on end and his heart was trembling. He no longer looked like a clay statue of Bodhisattva and allowed King Shenshan to come forward.

"Serious words!"

"King Blood River, you are serious."

The Flame Emperor's son looked at the illusory green flame butterfly repeatedly and showed a humble and flattering smile.

"King Chenshan is old and confused. Don't be offended."

"Since you want the middle piece of the Emperor's Sutra, I'll give it to you."

The Imperial Son of Flame Ryū began to be considerate.