A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

The Blood-robed Taoist sat cross-legged in the Household Hall, with his eyes closed, practicing.

People were coming and going in the hall, and from time to time, members of the Horned Demon Emperor clan came and went in the palace. These people looked at the Blood-robed Taoist with hatred, disgust, and contempt... These relatively young cultivators could not perfectly hide their emotions.

However, no one dared to really come forward and say bad things.

Jiang Ding didn't care about it at all.

He forgot about himself and the world. Even at this moment, he was still absorbing and exhaling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to practice, consolidating his foundation bit by bit. The favorable practice environment in the Imperial Palace made his practice speed much faster, and he was still making slow progress.

I don't know how long it took.

"Emperor's son, I want to see you."

The dull voice of the Demon Mountain King echoed in the air.

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, slowly finished his practice, nodded, stood up, and walked with the Demon Mountain King to the center deep in the palace complex.

The two walked side by side, as if they were still working together in the past, scheming against each other, stabbing each other in the back, deceiving each other, and smiling and calling each other brothers and close friends on the surface.

Silence.

"Why,"

"Why aren't you more respectful?"

The Demon Mountain King couldn't help but lower his voice and asked, not because of sympathy, but simply because he was confused, and said in his heart: "Weren't you like this before?"

"In terms of flattery, flattery is much better than me, and I don't know how much more. I make the emperor's son very happy, which makes me secretly admire him and study him privately."

"Why is it like this now?"

"If you are more respectful and humble, you can make the emperor's son happy. Not only can you survive, but your sect and your people can also prosper. Isn't it good for you and me?"

"When did dignity, such an insignificant thing, become so important in your heart?"

The Demon Mountain King was puzzled.

"Are you curious?"

Jiang Ding looked up at him, and now he didn't have the hatred of the past.

There is no other reason. He is just a high-ranking slave who gave up everything and attached himself to the Flame Stone Family. Of course, he is guilty and has committed many crimes. He should die, but there should be no hatred towards him.

Hatred should be placed on the Horned Demon Emperor Family and the Flame Stone Family. This is the mindset that a real man should have, not just focusing on the weak.

"Yes, I am curious."

Moshan admitted.

"This is not your cautious attitude in the past. You dare to spy on the Emperor Realm."

Jiang Ding smiled and did not hide anything. He sighed and said, "The Emperor Realm has already divided the power of the Horned Demon Emperor Family, even the Slave Emperor."

"This level is no longer something that can be compensated by flattery."

"Only, value can make up for it a little."

"Value?"

Moshan was startled.

Jiang Ding no longer paid attention to him. He pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword and walked silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, the two came to the Prince's Palace, but did not enter. They walked past and walked straight into the tall and majestic Flame Emperor Palace.

The temperature around him became hotter and hotter. As he went deeper, it was enough to melt the shield of the Nascent Soul cultivator, as if he was walking step by step into the depths of the Flame Hell.

Arrived at the deepest part of the Flame Emperor Palace.

Here, Jiang Ding saw the Flame Flow Emperor, who was sitting high on the Flame Emperor Throne.

Yes, it was not the smaller Emperor's Throne, but the more magnificent Emperor Flame Throne. He just sat there, looking down at the two servants who kept coming below, without showing any emotion.

"Emperor's Son, the slave Blood River King has been brought here."

Moshan knelt on his knees and kowtowed three times in a row, not missing any opportunity to express his loyalty.

Jiang Ding quietly looked at the Flame Flow Emperor on the Flame Emperor Throne without speaking.

"Asshole!"

"Why don't you kneel before me, you lowly slave?"

The Emperor Yanliu was unhappy and scolded: "Do you know that if it weren't for me, you would have died in my father's hands?"

"If you still want to have a chance to covet the Great Emperor, you need to make your position clear!"

"You are a slave!"

"You will be a lowly slave forever, even if you are promoted to the Great Emperor!"

"You will always be a dog of my Yanshi family!"

"Only in this way can you get a chance, get my grace and permission, and then you can be promoted to the Emperor Realm, understand?"

He used both kindness and force, threats, and intimidation, and he had already mastered the art of using people.

The Blood River King really showed hesitation.

"Haha!"

The Emperor Yanliu felt a strong sense of pleasure in his heart.

So what if he is the peerless genius of the human sword?

So what if he is the invincible king?

He still bowed his head respectfully at the feet of this emperor, being a lowly dog.

But even so, this dog is not qualified!

The Flame Flow Emperor was looking forward to torturing him in every way, completely destroying his self-esteem, and then turning him into a real dog. Then he would tell him that he never intended to give him the opportunity to become an emperor. What kind of expression would the blood-robed Taoist in front of him show?

At that time, it must be very exciting.

Clang!

At this time, a melodious sword sound resounded through the world.

The surging murderous intent like a wave was overwhelming, instantly submerging the entire palace and all the living beings, making everyone in it tremble in their hearts and feel cold.

Among them, the Flame Flow Emperor, who was high above and looking down, was included.

His strength was just that of an ordinary king. In front of a truly invincible king, he was like an ant. Under such murderous intent, his body was trembling and he could not control himself.

"You cheap slave..."

The Emperor of Flame Flow was so angry that his body was shaking.

The original expectation and pleasure in his heart immediately turned into fear, and then instantly turned into a strong shame and anger, his face was red with anger.

"After all, it is, can't it?"

"My Emperor Realm."

Jiang Ding pulled out the long sword bit by bit, sighed with regret, his expression was filled with sadness, despair, and sorrow.

The murderous intent around him became more and more violent and cold, and all the kings around him seemed to be sitting on a small boat in the wind and waves, as if they would be swallowed by the raging waves in the next moment, and their bodies would be gone.

"Asshole!"

"If you are so unruly, you will naturally not be able to reach the Emperor Realm!"

The Emperor of Flame Flow was furious and said coldly.

"Alas,"

"Yan Liu, you bastard,"

"Has no one told you that your acting skills and your scheming are just like those of a child?"

Jiang Ding sighed slightly and said sadly: "A fool like you can't even pretend. Your eager little thoughts, cruelty, tyranny and murderous intent are as clear as if written on paper."

"It seems that something happened that I didn't plan for."

"The sky wants to kill me, and the great way will never be achieved..."

Clang!

Boom!

A blood light bloomed, and its blood was like a dragon, violent and bloody, engulfing the entire sky, and it roared down towards the Yan Liu Emperor on the throne of fire.

The murderous intent like a tsunami enveloped him, and he couldn't even move his body. As for the Demon Mountain King, the Shenshan King and others, they were like ants and couldn't react.

Under this blood-colored sword light, the noble man who was high above, the emperor on the throne, was weaker than a reptile!