A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

All the ambitions, high spirits, and great undertakings of the Demon Rock Clan turned into illusions when the tentacles of the Realm Overlord really arrived.

Everything was disappearing.

"Heavenly Monarch..."

"Immortal Gate Heavenly Monarch..."

The eyes of the Demon Mountain King showed a strong pain, no longer the heroic demeanor of slaughtering the citizens of the Immortal Gate.

Crack!

His bones and soul were broken inch by inch.

He had a clear premonition of his own death, but he did not dare to curse or roar, but instead showed a strong pleading look.

At this moment, the ancestor of this heroic lord who ruled the small world disappeared.

The servile servant beside the Emperor Yanliu back then came back and begged for something from the strong man from the Realm Overlord.

"Tianjun!"

"This... all of this is because Moshan has been blinded by greed, he doesn't know how high the sky is, he ignores the advice of many monks in the clan, and insists on his own way."

"Moshan deserves death, his soul will never be reincarnated!"

"This has nothing to do with the Moyan clan, please don't implicate innocent people."

Moshan begged.

But he couldn't do anything, he couldn't move, his body as big as a mountain was grabbed by a slender hand, and he couldn't even commit suicide except talking.

"Haha, you will die, and you will die by soul search."

Jiang Ding smiled.

"Your race will not be spared either. All those who participated in this, whether they are indirect or direct members of the Moyan tribe, will die. At most, one or two will be kept as a gene pool for species diversity."

"Heavenly Lord!"

Moshan King was horrified, showing despair and deep resentment that could not be washed away even by all the water in the world. He said bitterly: "This is just my willful behavior. What does it have to do with others?"

"Motie King also tried to dissuade me, but I seriously injured him and almost beat him to death. It was all my willful behavior. Xianmen has always been kind..."

"Shut up! Such a clumsy trick!"

"What a ridiculous performance. The Moyan tribe has just left the slave tribe and lacks political experience to such an extent that they are so naive."

Jiang Ding's eyes were filled with anger and he interrupted him.

He looked at Motie King, who was tied up with iron chains and was almost beaten to death by Moshan King for stopping the massacre of Xianmen citizens. He showed a strong disgust in his eyes.

This disgust even exceeded that of Moshan King, the first person responsible for the massacre of citizens.

"Moshan!"

"Do you think that I, or other immortals, are so stupid? Just a casual performance can make us jump left and right and occupy any road."

"Ah?"

Jiang Ding's eyes were cold.

Citizens, if they die, they die.

Citizens' deaths are used as props for performances.

This is something he cannot tolerate!

If it is not necessary, the entire Moyan tribe will die and pay the price.

"Tianjun!"

"What does Tianjun mean?"

Mo Tie Wang knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and tears flowed: "When the immortal monks were killed, I have tried my best, really tried my best. My limbs were broken and tied up with iron chains, but I couldn't stop the traitor Moshan. Please understand!"

"There are many people in the Moyan tribe who oppose this matter, but they are suppressed by Moshan and can't do anything."

"If you don't believe it, please search my soul!"

Mo Tie Wang kowtowed, pointed to the sky and swore, crying blood for every word.

He was sincere to the extreme.

"Try your best?"

"What a good try!"

Anger began to appear in Jiang Ding's voice: "Daoyou, you did a good job! You tried your best, but your soul and spirit didn't burn, and your blood and essence didn't burn. Is that how hard you tried?"

"Are you dead? Ah?"

"Or, Daoyou Motie, in the usual fights and fights, when you are facing a situation where you must die, you are unwilling to burn your blood and spirit, and hang your head and wait for death?"

"Daoyou, you have to act more realistically, okay?!"

He roared.

"You don't pay any price, you just act a play, get seriously injured, and then I believe that the Moyan tribe has a way out anyway, and some of the Moyan tribe members are alive anyway, is that right?"

"This..."

Motie was stunned.

He felt a chill down his spine, as if frozen, and a strong sense of regret emerged in his heart.

Yes.

He is the king of the Moyan tribe, a god, and he can't die anyway. Who would believe such a performance?

Will the overlord of the realm believe it?

Clang!

Jiang Ding drew his sword and slashed it down with one sword.

The still dazed Demon Iron King felt a sharp pain in his brows, and his body was stiff. In the intense fear, his soul could not even react, and he was already annihilated.

A dark Demon Mountain fell, and huge rocks rolled down.

The king of the Demon Rock Clan, who claimed to be the king of the Xianmen sect, was the first to die.

"Foolish people, there is no need to survive."

Jiang Ding stared at the Demon Mountain King in his hand.

He was completely desperate, and seemed to be about to curse, roar, and curse, but at this moment he even lost the ability to speak.

"The citizens of Xianmen were slaughtered and died, and someone must pay the price. The entire Demon Rock Clan, directly or indirectly, everyone must die to commemorate the dead citizens."

Jiang Ding closed his palms.

Bang!

The Demon Mountain King's neck broke, and the fracture was smooth, as if it was split by a knife. The mountain-like head rolled down, and his soul was annihilated.

This Divine Transformation Monk who led the Demon Rock Clan to the pinnacle of the Small Thousand Worlds and became the ruling race, and who might be recorded as a Saint King in the history of the Demon Rock Clan in the future, died.

Bang!

A flash of sword light flashed, and the Demon Fire King, who had no right to speak from the beginning to the end, also died, like the weeds and dust on the roadside, without even a ripple.

The once powerful kings of the Demon Rock Clan all died.

The Black Tiger King felt cold in his heart, knelt on the ground, kowtowed deeply, his body trembling constantly, and dared not move a bit.

In the past, he also had ambitions, wanting to occupy the Demon Stone Small Realm and establish a separatist regime, otherwise he would not have launched a war for hegemony, competed with the Demon Rock Clan, and finally lost.

Now it seems so ridiculous?

They actually tried to snatch food from the hands of the realm overlord who destroyed the Horned Demon Emperor Clan!

"Fellow Daoist Xuanhu."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly.

"I dare not!"

"Lord, you can just call me Xuanhu."

King Xuanhu said respectfully: "You have given orders, but please allow me to obey you until my death. I dare not violate it in the slightest. If I do, I will punish you with the heaven and the earth!"

"Not really, not really."

"Not that exaggerated."

Jiang Ding smiled: "The massacre of citizens has nothing to do with you. You didn't do it. I know, but I want to ask another question."

King Xuanhu breathed a sigh of relief: "Lord, please speak."

"I want to ask, when the citizens were massacred, were you there? Did you burn your blood and soul to stop it?"

Jiang Ding said with a smile.

"I'm not here."

"Absolutely not!"

King Xuanhu swore to the sky and said solemnly: "If I hear it, I will definitely not let any damage or loss to the immortal sect cultivators!"

"That's good."

"That's good."

Jiang Ding breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "The latest "Regulations on the Management of Immortal Sect Small Thousand Worlds Cultivators" stipulates that if you are present and ignore the massacre of immortal sect citizens, you will have to be buried with them. This is an obligation that you have when you accept the immortal sect's canonization."

"Then, can you show me your soul now to confirm it?"

Jiang Ding asked politely.

King Xuanhu felt like he was falling into an icy cave.