A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

In the distant small world of Demon Vine, in the destroyed Demon Leaf King family, a blood-robed Taoist sat cross-legged, with a blood cocoon as tall as a human being placed randomly beside him.

Around him, there was no living thing for thousands of miles, not even insects, earthworms, birds or any other living things. It was quiet, only the sound of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth whizzing in, integrating into the body and being refined by the meridians.

Several decades have passed since the last war ended.

Jiang Ding didn't go anywhere during this period. He destroyed the Moye family again and continued to practice on this fifth-level spiritual vein. He used the many captured treasures of heaven and earth and the king's essence and blood to make up for his foundation.

Also, practice the "Tao Xin Zhong Demon Slave Sutra" and spy on the realm of the Great Emperor.

Today, finally starting to have a result.

Click~

Click...

Accompanied by the subtle sound of petals blooming in the soul, the breath of the blood-robed Taoist suddenly rose to a higher level, and finally stabilized, the breath sharp and deep.

If a knowledgeable person from the Horned Demon Emperor Clan reaches this point, he will definitely be horrified, because at this moment, the aura of this slave king is extremely close to that of a king-level emperor!

Even the king-level emperor might not be able to defeat him here.

"The slave...has grown up."

"The Tao Heart Seed Demon Slave Sutra has reached its peak, and you can already try to break through to the Imperial Realm. If you can get permission from the master of the slave race, the chance of success is... half a percent."

Jiang Ding slowly opened his eyes.

Half a chance.

This is already an extremely terrifying thing.

You must know that the Blood River King does not and will not have any emperor-level auxiliary elixirs or magic weapons, let alone any experience taught by anyone. He does not even have the emperor-level spiritual veins. To achieve this with his broken foundation is already Very commendable.

Of this half chance, 90% comes from the divided soul of the human race Daozi.

If only relying on the Blood River King himself, even if he also possesses the Slave Sutra, with a success rate of 1%, the Blood River King's reputation as the number one genius of the human race in the Jiao Nether Realm is well-deserved.

It’s not that Blood River King’s talent is not good enough.

After rising up in such a difficult and cruel environment and reaching the peak of divine transformation, who can say that he is not talented?

It's just because of the Immortal Dao education he received, his Immortal Dao foundation, and his knowledge are really poor, and his talent is not strong enough to surpass the Dao body.

In addition, if you want to be promoted to the imperial realm in the "Tao Xin Zhong Demon Slave Sutra", you must get the permission of the slave master!

As a realm-dominating race, the Horned Demon Emperor Clan considers everything, and their nets in all aspects are extremely tight, making it impossible for any loopholes to be exposed.

This Great Emperor's Slave Scripture is born with such a structure and cannot be modified by individuals.

If you want to make changes, you have to start over.

Anyone who can modify this Great Emperor's Slave Scripture is qualified to create a Great Emperor's Scripture on his own. There is no need to practice other people's scriptures. It is really a fantasy.

"Now, let's go."

"Go take a look at my slave master and see what he thinks..."

Jiang Ding slowly stood up and smiled softly.

In addition to the need to advance to the imperial realm, all kinds of strange and incomparable feelings of closeness and loyalty from the slave species gradually began to arise in his soul, spreading, multiplying, and expanding, and could not be eliminated no matter what.

These thoughts kept telling him that you were born to be a slave, and you must be loyal to your master, Emperor Haniryu, and do whatever it takes, even if it means death, even if Emperor Hanneryu orders you to kill your parents, wife, and children, or even orders you to kill your own parents, wife, and children. Even if you commit suicide, you have to do it.

It must be done immediately without any hesitation!

This is the duty of a slave!

This is the only meaning of your life, and it is the core of your Emperor Realm rules!

"The Flame Emperor's Son...Master..."

Jiang Ding's eyes began to be hazy and blurry, and he murmured.

Keng!

The immortal blood river sword spirit chanted softly, cleansing the sea of ​​consciousness.

Jiang Ding's eyes suddenly sobered and he came back to his senses.

"Slave Emperor Sutra..."

For a moment, he was silent.

Even the Immortal Sword Intent at the fourth level of swordsmanship cannot eradicate the will of slaves in the slave species and can only temporarily wake him up.

Because these slave thoughts come from the body and soul, they are inexhaustible and cannot be eliminated!

The effect of this temporary awakening will become worse and worse as time goes by, until in the end, even the immortal sword intention of the fourth realm cannot reverse his own sinking and become a real slave.

It is expected that in another twenty years, these slave thoughts will completely submerge him.

It is so difficult for a strong person in the slave clan to rise.

Even if you are a peerless genius, if your talent exceeds the Taoist body, it will be useless and you will eventually perish.

The Blood River King was born at the wrong time.

If he had been born in an era when the Horned Demon Emperor's domain was in turmoil, he might have truly bucked the trend and become a great emperor of the human race.

"Let's go."

Jiang Ding waved his sleeves and robe, turning into a streak of blood and flying toward the teleportation array in the small world of Huateng.

His master had urged him many times.

…

The magic stone world.

The place where the Blood River King was born, along with the light of the teleportation array, a blood-robed Taoist slowly appeared in the center of the array.

In an instant, a cold, murderous, and bloodthirsty terrifying aura spread in all directions.

This is not coercion, it's just that this Taoist has killed too many creatures, and there are countless resentments of creatures condensed in his body. The simple aura he exudes is enough to suffocate the creatures of the general level.

Really, generals are like ants.

"Greetings, His Highness the Blood River King!"

Someone had already come to greet them. There were thousands of people, all of whom were members of the Horned Demon Emperor clan at the general level, and they were all the guards of the Flame Flow Emperor.

——With the end of the battle of the Emperor's Son, more than ten worlds were actually unified, and countless creatures returned to the command of the Flame Flow Emperor, and the guards were instantly filled.

At this moment, these imperial guards did not have the usual arrogance of the Horned Demon Emperor clan, looking down on the slave clan kings. They bent down involuntarily and saluted with trembling.

The blood-robed Taoist in front of him personally slaughtered dozens of imperial clan kings!

They were just ants at the general level, what virtue and ability did they have to look down on him?

Even if they were going crazy, their bodies would not move at all!

"Your Highness, the Blood River King, the Emperor asked us to come and greet you..."

The leader, a Horned Demon Emperor clan general at the peak of the general level, knelt on one knee and said tremblingly.

The blood-robed Taoist glanced at these imperial clans indifferently.

He did not respond, and the blood light waved, flew away, and soon disappeared into the horizon. It seemed that he had no intention of meeting the son of Yanliu, and he did not even show any gesture.

"This..."

The general of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, who was at the peak of the general level, stayed where he was, but did not dare to scold or reprimand anything. He could only look at the distant void with a pleading look.

There, two tall and majestic figures slowly emerged, they were King Shenshan and King Moshan.

From beginning to end, neither of them dared to stop anything.

"What does he mean by this?"

King Moshan was stunned.

"Just going back to his hometown."

King Shenshan waved his hand, as if he knew something: "King Xuehe's hometown seems to be a place called Zhenshan Sect? His sect, his relatives, and his clansmen have all died, but the land is still the same land, nothing has changed."

"Since he chose to meet the son of the emperor, he must have compromised."

"In fact, whether he compromises or not, nothing can be changed."

King Shenshan said indifferently.

"The outcome is already determined."

Without the cover of the battle between the emperor's son and the emperor, a slave king is just a stronger ant and no longer a crucial figure.

Everything is over.