A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Boom!

The giant palm of the sky composed of sword energy suppressed down.

This Tianjun from the Xianmen was obviously a Tianjun who used swords as weapons, but he chose to give up using swords and fight with bare hands, and his contempt was overflowing.

"He~ah!"

"Human ants..."

The Demon Mountain King roared and burned his blood in an instant. Infinite mana and power were generated in his meridians, making his body expand again.

He knew that only by showing strength could he be qualified to talk to the Xianmen!

He had already realized it and prepared a lot for today, and did not put all his hopes on the promise of the Shadow Demon Abyss envoy.

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The Demon Mountain King held a black giant axe, swallowed the spiritual energy of the world gathered from the entire ancestral formation, and absorbed the magic army formation of many tribesmen and kings of the entire race.

All the power was melted into one furnace, and the power was sublimated to the extreme, gathered on the giant axe, and chopped down the giant palm of the sky in the sky.

The moment the giant axe chopped, countless strange visions appeared, which were scenes of vicissitudes. The people of the Moyan tribe were born and grew up in the mountains. They walked all the way to today and became the masters of the small world. They hibernated, endured, and fought. It was like a history book of years melted into one furnace and turned into this terrible axe.

If the Moyan tribe has a future, the Demon Mountain King will definitely be a generation of holy kings.

This axe,

is the holy axe of the Moyan tribe!

Now, this axe carries the hopes of countless Moyan tribe members, the spirit of the proud soldiers who have won countless wars, and the will of countless tribesmen, and chops on the giant palm of the sky that descended from the sky.

The moment the two came into contact.

The world seemed to freeze for a moment.

Bang!

A soft crisp sound, like the sound of a balloon breaking.

This axe, which condensed the will of the entire Demon Rock Clan and the newborn vitality of the Holy Dao that had just emerged in the realm, shattered the moment it touched the giant palm of the sky, turning into a group of spiritual light fragments, and the black giant axe made of countless fifth-level precious natural materials and treasures was shattered into countless powders.

All this was so simple that the surrounding space could not even raise a ripple.

It was as if this axe condensed by hundreds of thousands of members of the entire Demon Rock Clan was a child's play, not even qualified to tear the space or break the breeze, too weak.

"No!"

"No, no, no!"

"Shangzun, spare my life, everything is my fault..."

At this moment, the Demon Mountain King showed fear and strong regret, and realized something.

Bang!

Bang bang!

At the moment of contact with the giant palm of the sky, hundreds of thousands of members of the Demon Rock Clan who formed the army formation, whether they were generals of the Nascent Soul stage, lieutenants of the Golden Core stage, weak soldiers, or even inferior Qi training levels, were all shattered and exploded, countless blood mists scattered, and the entire Demon Flame Imperial Palace became a sea of ​​blood.

Gathering countless young talents of the entire Demon Rock Clan, all the clansmen who represented the future of this race, countless nobles of the Demon Rock Clan who were high above, with groups of slaves, elegant and calm demeanor, at this moment, exploded into countless blood mists, ashes, and their souls were destroyed.

Everything turned to ashes, with their self-proclaimed high and mighty.

Is this the end?

No, it's not.

Boom!

The giant palm of the sky that broke through the boundary wall from the outside of the starry sky fell, deeply imprinted on the ground, majestic and magnificent, the Demon Flame Imperial Palace group that had experienced the Flame Stone Family era and the Demon Rock Clan era was broken layer by layer under the palm and turned into powder.

Everyone inside, even the weakest woman, baby, or old man of the Demon Rock Clan, died without a trace, no matter if they had taken action or not.

Just like the more than 10,000 immortal mortals and monks who died in the Demon Flame Imperial Palace.

"All dead..."

The monks recruited by the Nine Spirits Domain Small Thousand Worlds trembled as they looked at the once glorious ancestral land of the Demon Rock Clan in the Demon Stone Small World.

Looking from the starry sky to the Small Thousand Worlds, a palm print covering thousands of kilometers was deeply imprinted on the mountains on the ground, with gullies and ravines on it. Those were the lines of the palm, and there was no mistake.

The entire Demon Rock Clan, the Demon Rock Clan members of the Demon Flame Imperial Palace who tried to get the upper hand in the realm and dared to slaughter the immortal citizens, died without a trace!

No, there were still omissions.

There were three people.

The Demon Mountain King, the Demon Fire King, and the bound Demon Iron King, they were fine.

Not only was there nothing wrong, not even a hair was hurt, no attack landed on them, showing the precision of mana control that could be called the realm of perfection.

The brains of the three remaining kings of the Demon Rock Clan were blank, and incomparable fear, incomparable sadness, and boundless regret emerged in their hearts.

A huge palm of the sky appeared again.

This giant palm picked them up and returned to the outside of the starry sky.

The giant palm flew into the air, and another sword light was split into the northeast corner of the Xiaoqian World. It forcibly dug out a seriously injured Tiger Clan Transformation God from deep underground, and flew out of the starry sky with it. Clouds, strong winds, and world thunders kept passing around them.

"Black Tiger King..."

The Demon Mountain King stared at the newly emerged Tiger Clan Transformation God.

This was his opponent in the fight for the power of the Demon Stone Xiaoqian. He had clearly killed him and even torn his body in half, but he didn't want to appear again.

"Demon Mountain King!"

The Black Tiger King looked at this genocidal enemy with hatred.

However, the two kings no longer cared about their hatred for each other. They looked beyond the starry sky with horrified eyes, looking at the blue-clothed boy who was approaching quickly.

For the first time, they knew what a domain overlord was!

There was both tolerance and mercy, and also bloody killing.

Not every slave tribe was qualified to provoke, and offenders would have to pay a terrible price.

It seemed that in just a moment, the four kings had already arrived outside the starry sky and were forcibly dragged out.

A blue-clothed boy looked at them quietly, and did not seem to have any killing intentions.

Plop!

The four kings knelt down at the same time, even the king of the Demon Rock Clan, whose heart was filled with sadness due to the death of hundreds of thousands of clansmen, knelt down and kowtowed continuously, hitting his forehead against the space again and again, even if his forehead was cracked and bleeding, he did not dare to stop for a moment.

The blue-clothed boy looked at it coldly.

And the four kings of the alien race did not dare to stop for a moment, and kept touching the ground with their foreheads.

I don’t know how long it took.

"King."

"King..."

Jiang Ding said calmly: "The four of you, it didn't seem like this when you slaughtered the citizens of my sect."

"At that time, when you listened to the crying and wailing of the citizens, you were so high-spirited that you wanted to dominate the changes in the realm, and use this as a bargaining chip to get along with the nine major immortal sects, accumulate strength, and rise up in the future to become the master of the realm like the Horned Demon Emperor Clan."

"Why has it become like this now?"

He stretched out his hand, his palm was slender.

Moshan, a peak-level cultivator of the Incarnation Realm, flew up uncontrollably, and his body as big as a mountain kept shrinking, shrinking, and finally turned into a human-sized Demon Rock Man. His neck fell into the hands of the young man in green, creaking, and pieces of stone chips fell off.

"Hmm?"

"The Holy King of the Demon Rock Clan, Fellow Daoist Moshan?"

Jiang Ding asked calmly.