A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"Blood River King! My Yanjiang family has pledged allegiance to the son of Yanliu..."

"You are such a bold servant. We are the son of Yanliu..."

"You will not die well!"

In the Yanjiang family, the last horned demon emperor in the Yellow Sand World, a blood river that reaches the sky emerges from the void, breaks through the formation, and soaks into the entire family.

All the noise, curses, and roars finally disappeared.

After a while, one after another, the smooth white bones of the horned horn floated up in the blood river, covering a large area, and the border could not be seen at a glance.

The supreme master in the hearts of countless slaves in the past, the noble lord, has now become a dead object without any life, and nothing can be distinguished.

"All beings are equal..."

"I have given it to you, you must be grateful to me..."

The blood-robed Taoist emerged from the blood river and muttered to himself.

The blood river rolled back, and the entire Yanjiang family became quiet. The air was fresh and pleasant, without any bloody smell, and it was particularly clean.

The son of the Cangkong Emperor did not appear.

The people of this family were not his subordinates in the first place. If they betrayed him again, it would be impossible to rescue them.

As for the son of the Yanliu Emperor...

Although he had always been tough and scolded at every turn, at this moment, he might not dare to appear in front of the already half-crazy King Xuehe and scold him condescendingly as a master.

After the last Yanjiang Family was destroyed.

King Xuehe calmed down a little.

He looked at the entire Huangsha Small World, and it seemed that the whole world was much more relaxed. Something that had been oppressing the creatures of the entire world for hundreds of thousands of years suddenly disappeared at this moment today.

The Horned Demon Emperor Clan had basically lost the right to rule this world.

If it could continue for tens of thousands of years, the Huangsha Small World might not be able to develop various demon race immortal civilizations and various human race immortal civilizations, instead of supporting one race with the blood and tears of all races.

Jiang Ding's spiritual sense swept around.

After discovering that they had lost their masters, many slaves were panicked and in a lot of chaos.

At the same time, more slaves were ecstatic.

"Yes."

"I did a lot of good things..."

Jiang Ding felt a lot of comfort in his heart.

He turned and left, without taking care of the human race among the ten thousand races, which would bring disaster to them.

As long as they win in the end, everything will be fine.

Even the most brutal order of the human race is a hundred times better than the order of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan. As long as they win in the end, all the sacrifices are worth it.

"The foundation of the emperor realm,"

"More blood is needed..."

The Blood River King murmured.

He left the Yellow Sand World through the hidden teleportation array of the Flame Stone Family and continued to look for what he needed. His original body and the thousands of clones set off blood demon disasters that frightened countless Horned Demon Emperor clan members one after another, and bones filled the wild wherever he passed.

Unknowingly, more than ten years have passed.

The Blood River King destroyed several more king families, killed a large number of Horned Demon Emperors, and finally expanded the scope of killing to the ninth-class slave tribes such as the Demon Rock Clan who helped the tyrants to commit atrocities. The blood river flooded tens of thousands of miles, transcending the sinful creatures among them, and apologizing to the countless slaves who died in his hands in the past.

When the son of the Cangkong Emperor came, he ran away immediately.

These kings of the Horned Demon Emperor clan were far inferior to him in terms of individual strength, and could not catch up with him at all, even if they set up an ambush in advance, even if they invited the treasures of the clan.

The Blood River King traveled through many small realms and disrupted the rule of the son of the Cangkong Emperor.

However, later on, his killing gradually slowed down.

Because the kings of the Horned Demon Emperor clan chose to take their clansmen with them without exception, or seal them in unknown places, and no longer stick to their clans, often there was not a single real Horned Demon Emperor clan member in the entire small world.

For this reason, the Blood River King had to spread the killing to the eighth and seventh class slaves, who were also beneficiaries of the order of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, responsible for assisting in oppressing the vast human race and many slaves, and often slaughtering a race in one place, burying the corpses in the earth, and nourishing the mine spirit veins.

Now, the judgment has come.

Many small worlds are shrouded in blood.

In the end, even the riots and rushes among thousands of slaves calmed down, and they looked at the blood river that stretched across the sky and swallowed countless lives in horror.

In this blood river in the sky, the Blood River King's expression began to become hideous and distorted, with a face full of madness and irritability.

In front of him, a blood-red long sword as bright as blood jade was crystal clear. Millions of blood dragons as big as arms rushed into the flying sword and were swallowed by it. From time to time, faces appeared on the sword body. The Horned Demon Emperor, the Demon Rock, the Black Tiger, the Mountain Rock... the faces of many seventh, eighth, and ninth-class slaves appeared and disappeared, roaring, howling, and wailing with resentment. They wanted to break free from the flying sword, but were forcibly pulled back and stuffed into the sword body, enduring the consumption of billions of blood river sword energy in the sword body.

Obviously, after traveling through all realms, killing countless people, and swallowing countless lives, even the Blood River King has now reached the edge of going crazy and can no longer control himself.

This is the fate of the demon cultivators. It is not surprising that they will explode and die in the next moment.

"Hehe!"

"Emperor Realm..."

The Blood River King smiled softly, and the blood light in his eyes flowed like a vortex, and he could no longer restrain himself.

At this moment, his heart was filled with the manic thought of killing. An instinctive voice kept urging him in his heart, telling him that the sixth-class slave tribe also had original sin and should be cleansed. Only in this way can the world become cleaner and justice will come faster.

"This is wrong, evil thoughts."

"The sixth-class slave tribe has been oppressed more than they oppress others. It can no longer be expanded. The Horned Demon Emperor Clan cannot allow so many slave tribes to gain dividends."

"Yes,"

"You can't fool me."

The Blood River King laughed in a low voice: "The sinners can't be expanded. This is a matter of principle."

"Now I have reached the limit and can no longer absorb more blood. Otherwise, I will explode and die immediately."

"Now it takes time to wear out and refine. It takes at least a thousand years to settle, wear out, and refine."

"Or..."

Jiang Ding looked up at the sky: "Come more enemies, let me get a breakthrough in life and death, kill the evil thoughts, reshape my foundation, and finally become the emperor."

"Cangkong..."

The voice gradually became fainter.

In the Demon Vine World, a blood river that stretched for thousands of miles flowed in the sky. It flowed from the east to the west as the sun rose and the moon set, and changed with the changes in the sky, becoming a part of the natural phenomenon.

At the beginning of this blood river, its life breath was huge and chaotic, as if billions of lives were roughly mixed together. Every time the heart beat, it was like the nine-day thunder god was humming and countless creatures were whispering.

As time went by, the beating of the heart gradually became weaker.

The breath of the blood river also gradually became weaker.

In the end, this blood river no longer had any breath of life, and it fell into a deep sleep, becoming a part of nature, and moving with the movement of heaven and earth.

After this, the creatures of all races in the Demon Vine World gradually got used to the existence of the blood river in the sky.