A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

The aura of the Demonic Flame Giant could be seen with the naked eye collapsing, dropping a large amount, and its strength weakened rapidly.

The battle has come to this point,

More than twenty kings of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan have died!

Some of them come from outside the Flame Stone Star Territory and are the imperial guards of the Emperor of the Sky. Some of them are kings conquered by the Emperor of the Sky in this territory, such as the Demonic Flower King, the Tyrant Sword King and others.

They are all from the same place, a famous and powerful man in the small world, with a life span of ten thousand years, and a figure like the ancestor of the family.

However, such a strong person dies as easily as an ant in the battlefield, unable to produce any ripples.

By now, the kings of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan have withered away one after another, leaving only the Sky Emperor, Spider Star King and several other seriously injured kings, and the resistance has weakened to the extreme.

They looked at the blood-robed Taoist in the sky in horror.

Before, they had never thought that they were going to die in the hands of a slave king. They thought it was a fantasy, laughed it off, and regarded war as a hunting game.

However, now it's the other way around, and the self-proclaimed hunter is going to die.

Boom!

In the sky, the blood-robed Taoist had an expressionless face. The bright blood sun bloomed in his hands, and another blood sun fell from the sky. Its power did not diminish at all, and it bombarded the dying enemy.

"Could it be,"

"Is swordsmanship really unique to the human race?"

The one-horned devil whispered slightly coldly.

An indisputable fact is that his sword skills are indeed weaker than this slave king.

However, how could this happen?

He is the son of the Ancient Emperor of Cangyan Ancient Emperor's family. He has the best resources in the Jiaoming Realm. He has been taught by the Great Emperor and the Ancient Emperor since he was a child. He has many treasures of heaven and earth, and secret treasures of the Emperor's scriptures, which he can ask for without any difficulty.

One of his words said that all sentient beings in the vast star field and nearly a hundred small worlds would be affected by it, and they would do their best to complete his orders, and they would not hesitate to die or injure hundreds of millions for this, even if he just said it casually , a playful thought.

His teachers, his opponents, and his stepping stones are all outstanding figures among men.

He himself is the son of the Ancient Emperor Cangyan's family, and his talent is unparalleled in the world.

With all these conditions, how could he lose to a lowly slave king in swordsmanship?

Why?

What does this slave have?

The skill is a magic that burns essence and blood. He has been rolling in the mud since he was a child, and he has never had enough to eat. Apart from practicing, he has to use his essence, blood, lifespan, and mana to refine imperial minerals every day. In just over five thousand years, He has reached the end of his life and is about to die. He will not live half as long as the king of the imperial clan.

It was just an accidental encounter, the incomplete swordsmanship inheritance of ancient Shinto, and the insignificant Slave Emperor scriptures such as "Tao Xin Zhong Demon Slave Sutra".

What are these compared to what he has?

Even so, this slave still possesses immortal swordsmanship that surpasses his!

This is really discouraging, and even has evil thoughts in the heart. The Taoist heart is shaken. I doubt that swordsmanship, knife skills, these acquired ways are unique to the human race. Other races, even the naturally powerful race like the Imperial Race, cannot Go to the extreme, because it is not suitable enough, and there are inherent flaws.

The One-Horned Demon God's thoughts were running through his mind in an instant.

boom!

The blood sun in the sky doesn't care about anything else, it suppresses, kills, and burns everything.

"That's right."

"This battlefield, Blood River King, you have indeed won."

The one-horned demon god's eyes returned to indifference.

He opened his hand and took out a simple scroll with many imperfections. He unfolded it, and there seemed to be countless ink strokes in the void. In an instant, a small river village appeared, with a scene of a shepherd boy driving an old cow past the village.

This ink painting is so abrupt, appearing in the sky, and the broken and turbulent void around it cannot affect anything.

boom!

The blood sun fell on the illusory village. It did not receive any force, nor did it explode. It caused no damage. It just passed through it and collapsed a large area of ​​​​void. The explosions continued, the world was in turmoil, and it set off the aftermath that destroyed all living things. .

However, the aftermath of these space fragmentation could not affect Xiaohe Village.

These waves passed through it, as if passing through illusory air, and disappeared.

"This is……"

Jiang Ding's pupils shrank and his eyes were fixed on the ink painting of Xiaohe Village and the extremely weak Demon Flame Giant in it.

The demon flame giant transformed by the Emperor of the Blue Sky was on the verge of death. It should have been vulnerable, but now it seemed that it had entered another dimension of space and could no longer be harmed.

What kind of space technology is this?

Jiang Ding was shocked and horrified.

At any time and anywhere, in battle, one can become blurred at any time, dodge attacks, and leave the enemy helpless. This is simply miraculous and too shameless.

call out!

The small river village outlined in the ink painting turned into a stream of light and flew into the distance at an extremely fast speed, far exceeding the monks who transformed themselves into gods.

"escape?"

"Your body is not as tough as your mouth."

Jiang Ding quickly suppressed the shock in his heart, sneered, transformed into a bloody light, and chased after him without any hesitation.

The Blood River King is a lowly person with no way forward. He is fighting with his life to obtain the imperial road. There should be no hesitation, even if he may face death.

Before leaving, Jiang Ding glanced at the dark sky in the distance and paused for a moment.

…

In the dark starry sky, Emperor Yanliu's body trembled.

Around him, King Shenshan, King Moshan, and more than ten kings of the Flame Stone Family also had pale faces and trembled instinctively. They did not dare to approach the slave king to show their joy of victory.

They no longer dared to scold him from a high position to show the majesty of their master.

The dozens of kings of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan who had died in the battle had already explained everything.

He was a slave with no taboos, without the slightest obedience that a slave should have. Whoever dared to do so would die, without exception.

There was silence all around.

These kings of the Flame Stone Family were afraid of being killed. Even if someone's family was slaughtered by the Blood River King, they did not dare to curse at this time and complain to the Flame Flow Emperor.

"Congratulations, Emperor!"

"Your Emperor's Crown should be available soon."

King Shenshan calmed down and congratulated.

"Congratulations, son of the emperor!"

"Congratulations, son of the emperor..."

"..."

The surrounding kings flattered and congratulated, their attitudes were so low that they could not be more humble. They no longer had any airs of elders, bargaining in various ways, and giving instructions from a high position.

In their hearts, there was a fear that they were unwilling to admit, and they no longer had confidence.

That slave king practiced the "Tao Heart Planting Demon Slave Sutra"!

This means that the son of the Yanliu emperor will have such a terrible slave in the future. If the kings of these families are still unclear about their positions, they will not know when they will die.

"The crown of the son of the emperor..."

"My road to the emperor..."

The son of the Yanliu emperor was in turmoil, and he was somewhat intoxicated by the complete submission of the kings at this time, as if he had seen the glory of his future promotion to the emperor.

"Emperor's son, Emperor Cangkong will definitely lose."

"This is in the battle of the emperor's sons. He cannot escape from the Yanshi Star Region. In the end, he will definitely be caught by the Blood River King and captured. There should be no surprises."

King Chenshan said solemnly: "Your crown of the emperor's son will definitely belong to you."

"The Blood River King is indeed a good knife, but it is also a vicious knife. It has a very terrible danger. It hurts the enemy and yourself. Please treat it very carefully and cautiously in the future, even after being promoted to the emperor."

"This slave king, if you give him a chance, he will definitely betray!"

King Chenshan, as a king and elder who always follows the Yanliu Emperor and has never betrayed him, gave him a serious warning.

"I know."

"Uncle Qi, please rest assured."

The Yanliu Emperor said seriously.

...

A blood light and a scroll chased in the dark void.

It can be seen that the speed of the ancient painting scroll is much faster than the blood light, and it gets rid of the blood light in a blink of an eye, but this is not the end. In a few days or a few months, the blood-colored escape light will appear again, find the ancient painting scroll, and continue to chase it.

No matter where the ancient painting scroll escapes, as long as it does not leave the Flame Stone Star Region, it will definitely be caught up!

Because the souls and flesh of the Demon Flame Giant, the Sky Emperor, the Spider Star King and others are full of immortal blood river sword intent, which can never be escaped. As time goes by, the blood river sword intent in these wounds not only does not dissipate, but becomes more terrifying after devouring a lot of flesh and blood!

This pursuit lasted for a total of ten years.

During these ten years, Jiang Ding occasionally disappeared and recovered his magic power, but soon appeared again, continuing to chase the ancient painting scroll, chasing it to the sky and the earth.

It had hidden deep in the starry sky, in meteorites, deep in the earth's core, in the flesh and blood of living beings... It tried every possible way, but it was all useless and was caught up one by one.

The scroll was indeed mysterious and hidden deep in another dimension of space.

But obviously, it must consume a huge amount of energy and must not last too long. After a full ten years, it also reached its limit.

Crash!

Jiang Ding stared at the unfolding ink painting of the river village.

It reappeared from the void, solidified from the virtual state, and restored its real sense of existence.

In the real river village, five seriously injured and dying kings, including the Cangkong Emperor, the Spider Star King, the Tyrant Sword King, and the Demon Leaf King, stumbled out.

The Cangkong Emperor was silent.

The phantom of the demon god totem on his body took a last look at the Blood River King, and his body slowly disappeared. After many attempts, he completely gave up here.

"Don't kill me!"

"I want to serve the Flame Flow Emperor..."

King Tyrant Blade, King Demon Leaf and other kings begged for mercy in panic, without any kingly demeanor.

Clang!

A blood-red sword light bloomed, freezing their movements and words.

The bodies of the Spider Star King, King Tyrant Blade, King Demon Leaf and others were stiff.

Gulu!

Several huge, heroic, and beautiful unicorn heads rolled into the void, and blood rushed up from their necks. The kings died like ants, without being forgiven or pardoned.

At this time, even if the Flame Flow Emperor and King Shenshan came in person, they would not dare to say a word to stop them.

"Yan Liu, what great luck."

"I'm not willing to give up."

The Cangkong Emperor's wooden expression revealed a miserable smile: "If it weren't for you, a lowly slave, I would have won now and would have been promoted to the emperor in the future.

You bastard, I will definitely slaughter your entire human race one day, leaving no one alive, and give you the most cruel pain in the world, so that you will regret today..."

It was obvious that he was trying to provoke something.

Jiang Ding had a blank expression.

Clang!

Another blood light bloomed, but it did not kill him, but instead transformed into strands of blood-red sword energy, wrapping the Cangkong Emperor, entwining layer by layer.

The so-called resistance, the so-called struggle, are simply things that are so weak that they are completely ignored and do not need to be paid attention to at all.

The bloody sword energy was wrapped and sealed layer by layer.

After dozens of breaths, there was only a columnar blood cocoon left in place, with the Cangkong Emperor's Son of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan sealed inside.

It must be so.

The emperor's son must have the emperor's skills, and he cannot be killed unless he is the emperor's son.

"Maybe it's going to be... over."

"...my path..."

Jiang Ding stared at the blood cocoon in front of him and whispered.

The Cangkong Emperor is defeated, and he will have to go to meet the Flame Stream Emperor, and then try to break through the Great Emperor during the Slave Emperor's Heavenly Tribulation, break away from the slave seal, and usher in complete freedom.

If you don’t succeed, you die.

From now on, it will be the battlefield of the Great Emperor, and there will no longer be any independent power.

He returned to his position as a slave.

This is the fate of a slave king. His short-term transcendence now seems to be just an illusion in the short and illusory time period of the battle between the emperor and his son.

"Di Lu, we must succeed..."

The blood-robed Taoist thought silently.

He didn't know that at the same moment, in the small magic stone world, a will began to revive, and a real domain overlord, Daozi of the Human Race Immortal Sect, began to revive and cast his gaze here.

"Hundreds of years of waiting,"

"finally,"

"It's about to begin..."

This Taoist disciple of the Immortal Sect of the human race, whose actual status in the human race surpasses the ancient emperor's son, and who is more noble than the ancient emperor Cang Yan's son, thought quietly.