A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

The ten Taoists stared at the tall and majestic Horned Demon clansman who suddenly appeared, silently.

Emperor Mingtian was also worried.

He looked around, and there were strong omens, doubts, and shocks in his beastly instincts.

The two parties just stared and there was no movement for a while.

Jiudaozi no longer ran away, and Jiang Ding did not pursue him anymore. He just stopped and remained silent.

Jiang Ding felt strong fear in his heart.

The unknown immortal civilization, with its powerful space teleportation positioning technology, can even directly locate the Yin and Yang virtual world of this realm outside the realm, and teleport to it at an unknown distance.

The space technology contained in this is shocking.

In the immortal world, space is a direction that cannot be bypassed. Space spells and technology are powerful, but will they be weak in other aspects?

Will there be a supreme existence beyond Lianxu or even Lianxu?

All these conjectures make people fearful, uneasy, and afraid to act rashly.

If this immortal civilization has a being above the realm of refining the void...

Jiang Ding shuddered a little when he thought about the consequences.

He seemed to see the horrific scene of blood pouring down like rain from his home planet, citizens dying like grass, and battleships falling in pieces. He could not change it no matter what.

but!

What if this immortal civilization had no existence above Lianxu!

Then, perhaps we need to consider whether there is a human race within the jurisdiction of this race, this immortal civilization, whether the human race is oppressed, and whether human rights are preserved.

Or, are other weak races oppressed by the Horned Demons?

This is to fight for the righteousness of the realm and the justice of the race!

In an instant, everyone's thoughts were ups and downs, fear, desire, excitement, all at once, but there was only a slightly heavy breathing, and no one dared to act rashly.

Gradually,

Jiang Ding looked at Qingmu Daozi Ji Liuyue.

The other eight Immortal Sect Taozi, including An Tuzi and Tianji Daozi, also looked at Aoki Daozi.

Among them, Aoki Michiko, who majored in the "Blue Emperor's Sutra of Immortality", has a stronger affinity for life. He has a natural affinity not only for humans, but also for monsters, monsters, and even spirits. , good impression.

"Jiang Dingzi, can you protect me temporarily?"

Ji Liuyue did not refuse, and a clear voice sounded in Jiang Ding's ears.

This is the instinct of the disciples of Qingmu Immortal Sect.

They will always look for the strongest person around them to protect themselves. This is not shameless. The disciples of Qingmu Immortal Sect have something they can give back to each other, that is, powerful healing and auxiliary abilities.

Overall a win-win and mostly not annoying.

"Okay, definitely."

Jiang Ding promised: "Liu Yuezi, as long as you don't face a life or death crisis, I will not give up on you."

To show his solemnity, he even used an honorific.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist."

Ji Liuyue felt confident, took a step forward, bowed, and showed a cute smile: "Fellow Taoist, where are you from?"

"Backbone Adi... dig his hair..."

Emperor Mingtian reported such a fluctuation in his consciousness.

The Daozi around him frowned.

They could vaguely hear that this was an orderly fluctuation and frequency of spiritual consciousness, but they had no idea what it meant. The frequency of some fluctuations of spiritual consciousness was like this in this realm, but it was not like this in the other side's civilization. It was completely different. .

"Fellow Taoist, I wonder where you are from?"

Ji Liuyue didn't seem too surprised by this. After thinking for a long time, he asked again. The frequency of the fluctuations of his spiritual consciousness was obscure and difficult to pronounce. It was also an unfamiliar language.

Jiang Ding thought.

"It is the language of the Horned Demon Clan, the former ruling race in this realm."

The voice of Master Gu Lin came, and he was also looking at this side. He understood the meaning and took a deep breath: "This race has a very similar appearance to the Horned Demon Clan, such as the Primate Monkey Family, the Orangutan Family, and the Giant Demon Clan. The differences between orangutans and hominids may come from the same civilization.”

"The same civilization..."

Jiang Ding held the sword hilt slightly.

The Horned Demons in this realm like to breed intelligent creatures such as humans to sacrifice their ancestors. They have committed countless crimes against humans, making them almost impossible to coexist with.

"Hai Hai Han Gu, ugh..."

Emperor Mingtian showed a puzzled expression. He seemed to understand part of it, but he felt it was very nonsensical.

A cold light flashed deep in the eyes of Aoki Daozi Ji Liuyue, and he continued to change the language and said respectfully: "Fellow Taoist, can you tell me your name, so that I can pay tribute to you."

The language this time is simple and time-worn. It is born with a peculiar rhythm and contains countless mysteries.

Jiang Ding's heart moved.

This time no one needed to explain, he could understand the language.

This is an ancient fairy language.

Legend has it that in ancient times when true immortals ruled the earth, it was widely circulated and accepted by all races. Maybe the middle and lower classes did not understand it, but the upper classes definitely understood it.

The longer the power is inherited, the more so.

In the Immortal Gate Library, there is the inheritance of ancient immortal language, which Jiang Ding once studied for the purpose of exploring the realm.

"Dagaga Express..."

Emperor Mingtian still looked confused.

Ji Liuyue nodded slightly and backed away.

"He is stalling for time. He can understand the ancient fairy language."

Ji Liuyue's soft voice fell on Jiu Daozi's ears: "It doesn't seem to be the overbearing dominant race? Or is it a non-top figure in the dominant race? Or..."

There was deep doubt in her words, and she did not dare to draw conclusions easily.

The dominant race and power of the realm.

She hadn't seen it, but she had half seen it.

The swordsmen of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion have always been unparalleled in their dominance. Regardless of the number of enemies or the number of enemies, they will fight first and die or run away if they lose. They are never afraid of anything.

‘Or perhaps, strength is just like this. ’

The people around her completed the rest of her words in their hearts.

Jiang Ding was also thinking deeply.

"Fellow Shadow Demon,"

After a moment, Jiang Ding showed a gentle smile and looked at the weakest among the Daozi, the Shadow Demon Daozi at the Foundation Establishment Realm: "Fellow Daoist has the most suitable strength. The Foundation Establishment Realm also happens to have the Taoist combat power, so there is confusion. Can you please provide some cover for this realm and come forward to discuss with this fellow Taoist?"

"Remember, you must be respectful when performing rituals. We are all a country of etiquette and represent the justice of thousands of races in this realm."

He thinks this is very reasonable.

"Why?"

Shadow Demon Daozi snorted: "Why not you..."

Keng!

Jiang Ding pulled out half of the sword in his hand.

"you……"

Shadow Demon Daozi felt a chill in his heart, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body was trembling instinctively. Even the Shadow Demon puppet could not stop him at all.

He alone is not worth mentioning in front of Da Ri Jianzi.

He could never say the rest.

"save……"

Shadow Demon Daozi looked around for help.

An Tuzi, Yu Qianzi, Wanshou Daozi, Xuanwu Daozi and others, and even Tianji Daozi, all look at their noses with their eyes and their hearts with their noses, as if their matters have nothing to do with them.

Someone has to do this.

If Dauri Jianzi is weak, they can join forces to threaten him and make him compromise. The reality is different. Someone has to sacrifice something, which is inevitable.

Shadow Demon Daozi was silent.

Jiang Ding didn't say anything, with a kind expression on his face. He pulled out the long sword little by little, and his cold murderous intent fell on the isolated and helpless Shadow Demon Daozi without leaking out.

The sword is about to be unsheathed.

"Bye,"

"The supreme emperor's son,"

Shadow Demon Daozi showed a respectful and flattering smile on his face, stepped forward and bowed deeply to Emperor Mingtian, and said in ancient fairy language: "I have low strength and low status, and I admire the majesty of the sect. Could you give me some advice? I would be very grateful. "