A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

There are many things that the human race must do, even if there will be many sacrifices.

True Lord Jianshi and True Lord Zishi understood this truth, and they also understood that the will of a God-transforming Heavenly Lord would not be shaken for any reason, so they did not persuade them and just kept silent.

"Jianshi."

"For you two, for the sect, I have also made arrangements."

Jiang Ding said slowly, unconsciously becoming a little colder and no longer indulging in the warmth of the sect: "I will send you two out to other small worlds and replace you with a slave identity. You will live with that identity in the future. Don't expose yourself in any case."

"As a rule of thumb, if there is no king-level emperor who spends hundreds of years searching, you will not be exposed."

"The king of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan is not able to find you."

What if there is an ancient emperor, or even the emperor himself, who personally searches for two ants?

Then you have to accept your fate and wait for death.

The human race is as humble as slaves, and there is no absolute safety to speak of.

"For the sect."

Jiang Ding continued.

"The Zhenshan Sect will rule a radius of 100,000 miles and become the absolute dominant sect here. Each of the remaining disciples will receive a large amount of natural treasures and countless martial arts manuals, which can be used for their own cultivation and can be squandered at will."

"No one will oppress them, and there will be no taxes from the Horned Demon Emperor Clan. They can even indulge in the imagination that the Zhenshan Sect is the overlord of the entire world, the only one in heaven and earth, and don't worry about anything. You can be arrogant, you can be willful, you can scold and rebuke the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, there will be no restrictions."

"Disciples, originally only have a lifespan of a few decades."

"This period of time is not long, just a cultivation."

Jiang Ding said slowly: "It is even possible that they will die only after I die. They may live a happy life, enjoy wealth and honor for a hundred years, and die of old age."

"It is also possible that they will be immediately slaughtered by the Horned Demon Emperor Clan in a few years, leaving no one alive."

"What will happen in the end, I don't know."

"Ancestor..."

Jiang Ding Zhenjun choked a little.

This is really the ancestor of the sect. He has considered everything for his descendants and has done his best.

If there is more, there is really nothing he can do.

A Heavenly Monarch of the Nu Clan can really do very little.

"Don't be so childish."

"Jianshi, Zishi."

"Everything from now on depends on you."

Jiang Ding sighed and said lightly: "I will leave you two enough resources, skills, elixirs, spells, secret techniques, and magic weapon materials for you to advance to the God of Transformation. If you work hard and if you are lucky enough, you will not be found by the Horned Demon Emperor Clan. You may be promoted to the God of Transformation in the future and rebuild the sect."

"So, do you still have questions?"

"Or, do you still have unfulfilled wishes? I can fulfill all of these for you."

"No ancestors."

Zi Shi Zhenren shook his head: "After my disciple was promoted to the Nascent Soul, my former enemies had already been secretly eliminated. I have no regrets. What I regret more is the general trend, which I am powerless to change."

"Ancestor, my disciple has enemies..."

Zi Shi Zhenren was a little embarrassed.

"Jianshi, then you go with him."

Jiang Ding smiled gently, took out a blood jade-like talisman sword and handed it over: "If there is a king who blocks it, no matter whether it is the king of the Nu clan or the king of the Horned Demon Emperor clan, just kill him, no need to worry about anything, I don't lack the lives of a few kings, it won't affect anything."

"Children of our sect should do whatever they want."

"Yes, ancestor!"

Jianshi Zhenjun took a deep breath and solemnly took the talisman.

"Go, be happy."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

...

A few months later.

Jianshi Zhenjun and Zishi Zhenren returned with blood and tyranny.

The Zhenshan Sect at this time made them stare with wide eyes, stunned, and almost dared not approach.

The original barren hillside disappeared, replaced by a cloud peak, surrounded by clouds and mist, and hundreds of rivers crisscrossing around the mountain. The spiritual energy is extremely rich, at least the fifth-level spiritual veins. Various exotic flowers and plants, spiritual beasts grow in the mountain, which is ethereal and profound, just like a fairyland on earth.

Around the mountain, there is a faintly visible blood-light array with runes flashing, exuding an extremely terrifying aura. The operation of the array stirs up the situation of thousands of miles of heaven and earth.

It is definitely a fifth-level array!

In the mountain gate, the faces of the disciples are filled with happy smiles. There is no longer any fear and depression of being killed by the Horned Demon Emperor’s people or other slaves at any time. They practice in the mountain gate, seek the way, dance with swords, play the piano, read... so comfortable and free.

In the clouds and mist in the sky, several golden ancient seal characters flash.

Zhenshan Sect!

This is really a great atmosphere of the human race’s immortal sect!

"Zhenshan Sect..."

"Our sect..."

When Jianshi Zhenjun and Zishi Zhenren saw this scene, the scene that countless ancestors had been thinking about day and night, they almost shed tears, their eyes were blurred, their hearts were turbulent, and their hearts were complicated.

The two of them sorted out their feelings for a long time, stepped onto the steps, and walked to the top of the mountain step by step.

Here, a blood-robed Taoist looked at them with a smile.

"Greetings, ancestor!"

Jianshi Zhenjun and Zishi Zhenren knelt on the ground, their hearts full of admiration and dependence.

This may be their last relatives in this world, there will be no more.

"Is the atmosphere of this sect still right?"

Jiang Ding sighed, "Thousands of years ago, when I was with my master and grandmaster, I often imagined what a real human race sect would be like. We often argued about this. We all thought that our ideas were what a human race sect should be like, and we got angry a lot."

"Now the sect is like this, I don't know if it's right. Are we, the master and the disciples, thinking about the emperor's golden shoulder pole? Will we be laughed at..."

He showed a nostalgic look.

"Grandmaster, the ancestor will be pleased to see this scene today."

Jiang Ding's eyes were slightly red.

"Maybe."

Jiang Ding sighed, "Do you two have any other regrets?"

He asked again.

"No, ancestor."

Jiang Ding and Zi Shi Zhenren whispered.

"Then, let's go."

The blood-robed Taoist nodded, waved his sleeves, and took the two into his sleeves.

He took a last look at the sect, carefully looking at the grass and trees on the sect, and the disciples in the sect who were happily chatting.

He kept these firmly in his heart and disappeared into a blood light.

…

For several months, the Blood River King traveled through the various small worlds in the Flame Stone Star Region on the teleportation array. He went to every small world and finally came back empty-handed.

Finally, he appeared in the Magic Stone World again and appeared in front of the Imperial Palace.

"Blood River King."

King Chenshan appeared, his expression was very indifferent, and said: "The patience of the Emperor's son is almost exhausted. Please know that there are no more miscellaneous things."

"The patience of the Emperor's son and the Emperor's patience are both limited."

"It is impossible to let you do whatever you want."

His words were cold and did not cover up anything.

"Very good."

The Blood River King had a calm expression, tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, and walked into the Imperial Palace step by step.

No one knew that in his eyes, in the depths of his soul, a golden color had begun to emerge, pure and sharp, containing the terrible breath of destruction, breaking the law, destroying the law, prohibiting the law, and distortion.

That was the Taoist of the Immortal Sect.

He was walking into the Imperial Palace of the Great Emperor of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan.