A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

A streak of blood flew from the horizon and landed in the sky of Zhenshan Sect.

A blood-robed Taoist priest appeared and silently looked at the land below and the people in it.

Hundreds of years later, the original pillar had been dead for an unknown period of time. His life span had come to an end, and he had not been able to advance to the foundation-building stage. Even if he had advanced to the foundation-building stage, it would have been difficult for him to survive in the chaos that had lasted for hundreds of years.

In these hundreds of years of chaos, the Horned Demon Emperor Clan was disabled, order was in chaos in various places, and various clans continued to attack and kill, killing their own clans, killing other clans, killing the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, various riots and uprisings continued, and countless creatures of all races died in it.

Zhenshan Sect experienced this kind of chaos. Although the people in it were completely replaced and the territory was reduced a lot, the sect was still there and the ancestors were still worshipped. It can't be said that it was a great fortune.

However, even after experiencing this kind of chaos, would the creatures of all races miss peace?

No.

Not at all.

There is a clear fact. In the hundreds of years of chaos, many people of all races were killed by various riots and attacks by people of the same race and different races, right?

The number of people who died due to war and disorder is less than one-tenth of the years ruled by the Horned Demon Emperor!

In the peace under the rule of the Horned Demon Emperor, all creatures have their own uses. Those with strong spirits are refined into ghosts, and the monsters with nourishing blood and flesh are used as meat for the Horned Demon Emperor. They also have various raw materials for alchemy, refining, and body refining. Not even a slave can eat for free without producing what the Horned Demon Emperor needs.

There are no exceptions.

The human race uses blood and life essence to refine ore, the Skeleton Blood Vine Monster uses life essence to refine blood wine, and the Fragrant Meat Tiger Tribe itself is food...

The creatures of all races often do not live to half of their lifespan.

It can be said that the Horned Demon Emperor is systematically slaughtering and scrapping the creatures of all races in an extremely efficient order to ensure maximum output, so the thoughts of the creatures of all races are not important.

How could the number of people who died from the chaos of the Ten Thousand Races attacking each other be greater than this extremely efficient and orderly massacre?

The efficiency of this is at least ten times different!

Although the past few hundred years have been a chaotic world with the Ten Thousand Races constantly attacking each other, in fact, this has been the best year for the Ten Thousand Races in the Demon Stone World for countless tens of thousands of years.

The Ten Thousand Races do not have to offer blood, lifespan, and flesh all the time, and they really have some of their own property. For the first time, the strong among the Ten Thousand Races lived freely beyond their lifespan limit and died of old age in their beds, with their children and grandchildren bidding farewell to them.

These things were unimaginable in the past years!

The people who were born and died in these hundreds of years are happy. They have a better time than their fathers and ancestors. Even if they have to face racial fighting all the time, it is nothing.

"No doubt."

"This lord,"

"has great merits to the countless sentient beings in more than ten small worlds in the Flame Stone Star Region..."

Jiang Ding walked along the way, observing the survival and development of various races, and had the answer in his heart, and said to himself.

Yes.

He killed millions.

He killed many lives and absorbed their blood for cultivation.

But he is a good man.

How can some people say he is hypocritical?

In any case, he fought for hundreds of years of relatively happy and relaxed life for countless sentient beings in more than ten small worlds, although this was not his original intention and it did not continue.

But facts are facts, and achievements are achievements.

For all things in the world, it is not important what you think, but what the result is, which is the most important.

Jiang Ding's consciousness swept over Zhenshan Sect.

This place has returned to its original state. The human race continues to use their own blood and lifespan to refine ore and improve its essence. Qi training cultivators can live for a maximum of fifty years, and foundation building cultivators can live for a maximum of one hundred years. They have to devote their entire lives to the Horned Demon Emperor Clan.

The previous generation of Jianshi Zhenren and the previous generation of Heitu Zhenren are dead. Now the strongest person in Zhenshan Sect is a Jindan early stage cultivator named Zishi Zhenren, who barely maintains the foundation of Zhenshan Sect.

Let the Zhenshan Sect continue to exist fortunately.

No matter how many wars and disasters it has experienced, how many times people in the sect have died and how many times they have been replaced, this name has been preserved, and thousands and tens of thousands of people still exist.

This is not luck.

Jiang Ding walked silently in Zhenshan Sect, passing by every flower, grass, tree, and rock, brushing shoulders with every disciple, and passing by the elders of the foundation-building realm of each sect.

Just like when King Xuehe grew up here thousands of years ago, nothing has changed.

Finally, King Xuehe came to the Patriarch Hall and silently burned nine incense sticks for the Patriarch.

Green smoke curled and spread in all directions.

"Patriarch..."

"The sect may be completely destroyed."

"No more luck."

Jiang Ding sighed in a low voice: "However, you will not blame me. A glimmer of confidence in the emperor realm is right in front of you. If you are resurrected, you will also go forward without hesitation, regardless of everything."

"This is our common path and common destiny."

The melancholy voice echoed in the sect hall where fireworks curled.

"Who?"

There was another person in the Patriarch's Hall, an old man with a long beard, who was the Grand Elder of Zhenshan Sect, Zi Shi Zhenren. He looked at the blood-robed Taoist who suddenly appeared in the sect and lit the incense stick with a horrified look.

The blood-robed Taoist had a handsome and strange appearance and was extremely young.

A tremor, fear, and familiar emotions involuntarily emerged in Zi Shi Zhenren's heart.

"Alas,"

"Who else could it be?"

Jiang Ding sighed: "Didn't you get the sect's blood god inheritance? That's true. It has been passed down incompletely for so many years. It's good to be alive. It's impossible to complete it."

Blood God inheritance.

This is the main reason why the Zhenshan Sect has not been extinguished after nearly ten thousand years. It was arranged by the Blood River King and the more ancient ancestor of the Zhenshan Sect.

The founder of Zhenshan Sect had an unexpected encounter and received a incomplete inheritance called "Blood Nerve", so he established a sect in one place and survived.

Yes, I just survived, that's all.

It's just a scripture. It's not easy to understand it just by getting it. It's also impossible to have many supporting resources, guidance, a little practice, and the cruel oppression of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan. It's pretty good to gain a foothold in a small place.

The Zhenshan Sect continued to accumulate and explore, and in the generation of the Blood River King, a genius was born. Not only was he extremely talented, he was also flexible, good at flattery, and good at managing money. Only in this way could he be valued by the Yanshi family. Various conditions, various Opportunity, finally a god-like heavenly king appeared.

"you……"

"Senior...senior is..."

Master Zishi's voice was stammering, and his body was shaking.

The fear and familiarity in his heart became stronger, but he could not be sure. He could only confirm that the opponent's strength far exceeded his, so he did not dare to show any hostility.

At this time, the ground was hazy, and a piece of earth and stone protruded, revealing a simple-looking old man with a gray beard. His body was trembling, and he couldn't help but let out wisps of heavy aura of the Nascent Soul level.

"Master? You are not dead?!"

Master Zishi was shocked.

This is his master's master, Master Jianshi, who has been dead for who knows how many years!

The gray-bearded old man completely ignored Master Zishi's intentions. As soon as he appeared, his body was shaking and he was so excited that he staggered past Master Zishi. He fell to his knees and cried in a prolonged tone. Said: "Old ancestor!"

"You, old man, are finally back!"

"It's been almost a thousand years, and our sect has been bullied every day without any reason, and many generations of supreme elders have died!"

"Old ancestor...wuwuwu..."

Although this gray-bearded old man is a Yuanying monk, he is quite old. When he saw the Blood River King, he burst into tears and burst into tears on the spot. He could not control his emotions at all, just like a seven or eight-year-old child. .