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Chapter 1062: The First Prodigy of the Human Race in the Horned Netherworld
This old skeleton blood vine monster is actually the Blood River King in disguise, and has been lurking here for who knows how many years.

It can even be said that the rise of the Skeleton Blood Vine Demon Clan was related to him. During this process, no one knew that the Blood River King secretly absorbed the blood nutrients for healing, right under the noses of the Demon Rock Clan.

As for Jiang Ding, a stranger who was unfamiliar with the place, why did he find the Blood River King here, whom even the cultivators of the Horned Demon Emperor could not find?

This is simple, just use the powerful ones like cattle and horses.

The Blood River King's ability to hide and escape is actually quite good. With the help of the cover of a long space, if Jiang Ding does not have luck and a boundary formation, he will not be able to find a Divine Transformation cultivator who is deliberately hiding.

The world is so big, and if people don't meet you face to face, no matter how powerful your spiritual awareness and sword intent are, it will be useless.

But no matter how strong the Blood River King's hiding ability is, even if he is not in this world and hiding in other small worlds, it is useless. The calculation technique of the Lianxu Great Master is extremely mysterious. As long as he decides to find a cultivator at the God Transformation level, as long as he is not too far away, it will be a piece of cake.

Jiang Ding is not a disciple of the Immortal Sect. He has many concerns about the great master of Lianxu and hesitates again and again.

As long as Lianxu Daenen didn't refuse, he would like to let Lianxu Daenen do everything for him, and he would only need to open his mouth and eat, thus reducing the risk to the minimum.

"Spare your life!"

"Your Majesty, spare my life!"

The old Skeleton Blood Vine Monster slid to his knees, without any dignity of a Divine Transformation cultivator, and said miserably: "I am a low-level cultivator with a limited inheritance. Apart from some abilities to escape and hide, I cannot really be called a king."

"Before this, Xia Xiu was actually wronged. Xia Xiu never dared to covet the realm of the Great Emperor. This was all framed by Moshan of the Moyan Clan!"

He gnashed his teeth and said, "This Demon Mountain, for the sake of the Demon Rock Clan's own selfishness, excludes dissidents. He is really not a human being!"

King Xuehe looked as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Obviously, in his opinion, the person in front of him was a cultivator from the Horned Demon Emperor clan, and an extremely powerful king among the clan.

Otherwise, how could he, a cultivator at the peak of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, be suppressed by just his mind?
"Is it an injustice?"

"Maybe not."

Jiang Ding had no intention of revealing his true form in front of the Blood River King. He smiled and sighed, "The human race is such a rebellious race. They are naturally unwilling to be inferior to others."

"It has to do with the way the human race grows up."

"Without a strong bloodline and a stable class, no one is born strong."

"In the process of growing up as a high-level monk, I crossed and flattened peaks that were difficult to cross in the past. I accomplished everything, no matter how difficult it seemed to me when I was young."

"Take it one step at a time."

"Now, we have reached the edge of the imperial realm."

"If someone tells you that this is your end, would you accept it? Are you willing?"

"Are you willing?"

The old skeleton vine monster's body shook.

These words really touched his heart. There was not a single difference. They were the most sincere voice from the bottom of his heart, as if another him was speaking.

The old skeleton blood vine monster was silent for a long time and did not make any more excuses.

"The Imperial Family,"

"Do you have such a profound understanding of a race like our human race, which is as small as an ant?"

King Xuehe laughed bitterly: "It seems that there is a reason why the Imperial Clan can become the master of the realm. They are strong in every aspect and are not as arrogant and shallow as we once thought."

"It really makes people feel a little powerless."

His heart sank to the bottom.

The strong are strong.

Even in the face of ants, he can still remain humble and sober. In this way, he really cannot find any possibility of overthrowing the rule of the Horned Demon Emperor.

"In a clan, there must be some people who study various aspects."

Jiang Ding did not comment on King Xuehe's misunderstanding, nor did he intend to be honest with him and beg for his help.

This is not necessary.

The morals of the incarnation monks who grew up in the cruel environment of Jiaoming Realm are extremely low, and they have no bottom line. This is understandable for the sake of survival, but they are absolutely not trustworthy.

Of course, even if it seemed trustworthy, Jiang Ding would not accept it. "Answer my question."

"Why don't you drink this blood wine?"

Jiang Ding asked, "I've read your intelligence. You are very careful with every penny. You rose from the humble slave tribe. When you were young, you often saved up every penny of spiritual stones you had. This is one of the important reasons why you were able to rise. You are good at making money and are thrifty. In the past, you worked as the chief steward of the Ministry of Revenue of the Fire Stone Imperial Palace and were highly valued by the Flame Stone Family."

"You still haven't gotten rid of this habit even when you achieved the king level."

"Why did you give up this bottle of blood wine?"

Jiang Ding asked curiously.

He was evaluating and mobilizing the Blood River King's emotions and spiritual power to prepare for what was to come.

"Because this is a spiritual wine made from human blood."

The Blood River King said dejectedly.

He seemed to be in despair, but in fact he had not given up secretly. He was looking for various opportunities and delaying time, not giving up even the smallest possibility of escape.

"Human blood?"

Jiang Ding was a little confused and didn't quite believe it.

"You have grown up to this point and you must have killed billions of people, most of whom were humans. After all, humans are your people and you know them best. You know what level of killing will not lead to suppression from the Horned Demon Emperor or disgust and hostility from other slave kings."

"Didn't the blood and souls of these dead humans become the nourishment for your growth?"

"No no no."

"No, this is different."

The Blood River King shook his head and said, "I cultivate with their blood and spirits. This is the law of the jungle. If I am weak and lose the battle, I should become the nourishment for others' cultivation. This is as it should be."

“But this wine is different.”

"This is food."

"I can't eat people."

"I can kill them and plunder everything from them to use for cultivation, but I cannot use humans as food, because humans are not food in the first place, but living beings with souls."

He has a strict set of Taoist logic.

Although this result makes no difference to those who died at his hands, as food or as nourishment for cultivation, it is all death.

"The weak eat the strong."

"Is this your Dao heart, your 'principle'?"

Jiang Ding was thoughtful.

"That's appropriate..."

"suitable?!"

A strong sense of warning arose in the Blood River King's heart.

But before he could do anything, his vision became dizzy and hazy. After a few breaths, he lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Jiang Ding watched quietly.

Under his gaze, the old skeleton blood vine monster's body collapsed, revealing a middle-aged monk with snow-white hair and a blood-red robe. He had a handsome and weird appearance, with a blood-like light flowing in his pupils, making him look weird and terrifying.

This is the true body of the Blood River King.

At this moment, strands of gray-black sword energy spread from the Blood River King's limbs, poured into his heart, into his meridians, into his dantian, and then into his head and soul, beginning to control everything about him.

It is expected that complete control will be achieved in ten years.

This is the magical secret skill of Shadow Demon Abyss, the Soul-Guiding Technique of Silk Puppet.

　Continue in the evening

　　
　
(End of this chapter)