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Chapter 1053 Blood Path Monk

"Is this the precursor to human genocide?"

Jiang Ding was shocked as he watched the scenes happening in Zhenshan Sect.

He is not a student who has always lived in the ivory tower of the school, but an immortal monk who has experienced many wars and many world trials.

He originally thought that the bloodline family of Beiyuan ruled, enslaving hundreds of millions of human beings to support their family, and killing for pleasure; the incense and gods of Xuanwu Tiangong imprisoned thoughts and souls, not only did they have to work hard all their lives, but they could not rest in peace after death, and they had to turn into fanatics and be driven by gods. The mortal monks under the rule of Shadow Demon Abyss were all shadows...

He originally thought that this was already hell on earth and the lowest bottom line.

After all, Shuoyang Tianjun, Ying Moyuan and Xuanwu Tiangong's successive cultivators have been researching exploitation for countless generations, investing countless wisdom and countless immortal achievements, but they have already exploited it to the limit, and no matter what they do, they cannot increase the output.

Now, Jiang Ding saw what was beneath the bottom line.

That is, being a slave or a servant, or having your flesh and blood squeezed out, is no longer acceptable, and you are no longer needed!

At least in this world, this small world called Demon Stone, human monks began to become extinct on a widespread basis.

It is expected that hundreds of years later, except for one or two pets, the human race will no longer exist in this world, as their ecological niche will be occupied by many powerful races and they will no longer be able to survive.

Racial justice.

These four words appeared heavily in Jiang Ding's heart for the first time.

Compared with here, Xuanwu Tiangong, Yingmoyuan, and Shuoyang Tianjun all seem to have become good people, and Shuoyang Tianjun seems to have become a holy lord, a sage like the ancient Fuxi, Shennong, and Yan Emperor.

Needless to say,

As tribal leaders and slave owners, Yan Emperor and Fuxi were also bloody and brutal, and had many historical limitations.

But this does not undermine their historical status and historical achievements.

"I wish you good luck."

Jiang Ding whispered.

He will not take action, even if all humans in this world are extinct.

Maybe he could do it very secretly without anyone knowing, including the cultivators from Zhenshan Sect. After all, there were only Jindan-level forces nearby, which were like ants to him.

But, everything in this world will leave traces.

Once an action is taken, no matter what means are used, there will be traces. Changes in the material and spiritual aspects of the objective world will inevitably increase the risk of exposure.

Once the traces left behind are known by the strong men of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, the overall situation of the entire Nine Spirit Realm will be ruined.

On the contrary, if the Nine Spirit Realm can ultimately win, the human race will surely prosper in this star field. This is inevitable because even evil sects such as the Shadow Demon Abyss and the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace are human sects.

Comparing the two, Jiang Ding chose to give up temporarily.

Shadow Demon Daozi has already passed his plan to the rear.

The many predecessors of the Immortal Sect, as well as the powerful ones of the eight major Immortal Sects, and many experienced people who have reached the state of transformation into gods will definitely come up with a more sophisticated and reliable combat plan. When the time comes, you can execute it according to the plan from the rear and your own abilities.

Everything requires waiting.

Jiang Ding's soul gradually became silent and disappeared, entering a standby state. He even stopped practicing, minimizing his presence.

This is the drawback of sects such as the Xianmen and Qingmu Xianzong.

They cannot increase their strength while lurking, unlike the Shadow Demon Abyss who are like fish in water. From their skills to spells and magic weapons, all are born for lurking and concealing. Lurking and concealing are simply a part of the cultivation of the Shadow Demon Abyss monks.

"Oh?"

Just as he entered the latent state, Jiang Ding was awakened by the surveillance that was kept by the outside world at all times, and looked in the direction of the leader of Zhenshan Sect.

……

Ding Ding!

After Master Jianshi made the last chisel, a third-order purple jade stone as bright as a pile of fire fell from the stone skin, rolling on the ground, emitting abundant spiritual fluctuations.

Unconsciously, there was one more wrinkle on his face.

"My life span, my energy and blood..."

True Man Jianshi numbly put away the third-order purple jade.

This year, his work is done.

This is not because the Mo Yan Clan is kindhearted. This is impossible. The Mo Yan Clan dare not take the wealth of Emperor Yanshi for kindness. They are just in charge. If there is really less, the Mo Yan Clan will make up for the shortfall even if it means slaughtering their own family members. They will not let their master suffer any loss.

In the calculations of the Demon Rock Clan, one third-order purple jade stone per year is the maximum output of third-order purple jade stones. If there are more, the output will indeed increase in a short period of time, but then the output will drop drastically, which is impossible to sustain.

Once such incidents occur on a large scale, the status of the Moyan Clan in the 'Nine-Rank System of Slaves' will fall, and they may even become the lowest-ranking slave clan like the human race.

At that time, the Fox Tribe, the Tiger Tribe, and the Demon Blood Tree Tribe will all be drooling over it... There are many slave tribes that can replace their positions, and no slave tribe is indispensable.

"I... can live another eighty-two years, or two hundred and ninety years old."

Master Jianshi picked up the third-level purple jade stone and looked at its beautiful color: "Then, there will be no one to take over."

"After I die, the sect and the millions of people within thousands of miles around will die and be buried deep in the mines to nourish the mineral veins. This is how all the races that fail and are eliminated will be dealt with."

"Every hundred years, the inferior races are buried deep in the mountains."

"Eighty-two years later, it will be the Zhenshan Sect."

"If so, Blood River King..."

He suddenly stopped talking.

Zhenren Jianshi practiced for several more months and recovered some of his energy and blood. Then he made sure that there was no one around and slowly walked into the Ancestral Hall to pay homage to the ancestors of the Zhenshan Sect and activated the concealing formation.

This is a quasi-third-level concealment formation.

The inheritance of Zhenshan Sect is pitifully incomplete. Zhenren Jianshi is much weaker than the weakest golden elixir Jiang Ding has ever seen.

Jiang Ding's gaze penetrated the formation and looked towards the Zhenshan Sect's ancestral hall.

There was someone worshipping there, and it was Zhenren Jianshi.

However, this is just an illusion.

Jiang Ding's gaze penetrated the deep strata unimpeded and fell on a cave deep underground that was covered by a third-level mid-grade concealment formation.

Here, there is a blood pool several miles in size.

The bottom of the blood pool was covered with bones. Most of the bones belonged to mortal humans and cultivators, while a small portion of them belonged to cultivators from powerful tribes in nearby areas, such as the fox, rabbit, and bull demon tribes.

The bodies and souls of these demon monks were dissolved in the blood pool, turning into a pool of scarlet water.

"It's a bit evil..."

Jiang Ding frowned.

If he saw this kind of cultivator somewhere else, he would kill him with ease.

In the Tushan Courtyard of Beiyuan, those who practice evil in the form of humans are severely punished and are being severely cracked down upon at all times.

In recent years, the sword cultivators of Dayi Changjian City have joined in crazily, using their dog-like keen sense of smell to search for any human demon cultivators who meet Tushan Law's standards and can be killed.

Now, Jiang Ding felt a little bit reluctant when he saw this bloody scene.

Any morality must be based on survival.

Without survival, there is no morality.

"Is the Blood River King...dead?"

Jianshi Zhenren was now wearing a blood-stained robe, and his features looked much younger. He whispered, "The strongest genius of our human race in ten thousand years, a hero who dared to covet the Great Emperor."

"If he can become the emperor of the slave race, the human race will be much better off."

"What can I do... He must be dead, causing us to suffer so much."

He sighed.

There was no resentment in his words, even though the Blood River King had killed the most humans. He was bloody, brutal, and moody.

"Let's find an opportunity to kill that slutty fox from the Purple Mountain Fox Clan..."

“Alas, all the lives of the Golden Core belong to the Moyan Clan. I don’t know if it will be exposed this time. My master was already exposed last time, but fortunately he blew himself up before his death.”

"If there is another blood demon rebellion, it's hard to say..."

Master Jianshi sighed bitterly.

(End of this chapter)