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Chapter 1071 The Great Emperor's Scripture
Emperor Yanliu said he is not afraid of death?

Jiang Ding almost laughed out loud.

Not afraid of death.

Is this something that can be done just by talking and doing it when your blood boils and your temper flares up?

Without going through countless trials and tribulations, without going through many social practices, without knowing the various aspects of the world, without understanding the laws governing the operation of society, without constantly strengthening one's heart in the process...

How can a kid who grew up in a greenhouse say that he is not afraid of life and death without having experienced these things?
This is a joke.

"you……"

Emperor Yanliu's face turned blue and red, but he didn't dare to say anything humiliating.

This lowly servant really dared to kill him!

He had no doubt that if he did not beg for mercy, the blood-red sword would pierce his head, causing countless brain matter to explode and turn into a ball of lifeless cotton.

At this moment, he deeply felt the gap between himself and the king who had fought life and death all the way to his peak.

It's not just about strength, it's also about the fighting spirit.

If King Chenshan were here, or even if Moshan were here, they would never beg for mercy, and would just die.

hum!
The blood-red sword in the throat vibrated, bringing severe pain.

Emperor Yanliu's expression was twisted in pain.

"Flame Flow."

"You cherish life, which is good. Only those who cherish life can live long."

Jiang Ding said coldly: "Where is the Great Emperor's scripture that I want?"

"I defeat the Cangkong Emperor for you, and you give me the Great Emperor's Scripture first."

"In this way, you will win the battle of the emperor's son, obtain the emperor's son's crown, and become the emperor in the future."

"I got my chance."

"The Great Emperor's Scripture... This is impossible!"

The Emperor Yanliu covered his throat with both hands, holding back the pain, and angrily said, "I am only the Emperor's son! I am not the Great Emperor, how could I possibly have the Great Emperor's scriptures!"

"what?"

"Do you think that's possible?"

He gave a completely different answer from what he had promised.

"This has nothing to do with me."

"Flame Flow."

Jiang Ding said coldly: "I came here today. If I can't get the Great Emperor's scripture, then I will die. It would be best if I can kill you and let you be buried with me."

"If I can't kill you, and I get to see the great emperor's methods, I will die without regrets!"

"Let me ask you again?"

"Is this your answer to me?"

Jiang Ding asked with murderous intent.

"Blood River King, you are crazy!"

"You're crazy!"

The Emperor Yanliu ignored the pain in his throat and flew into a rage: "Even if you get the Great Emperor's Scripture, what does it matter? Can you be promoted to the Great Emperor?"

"Do you know that because of your actions, the entire human race will be slaughtered!"

"I will give you one last chance. If you pledge allegiance to me, I will do my best to make the human race the ninth rank of slaves. I can even save your life."

"Don't...ah!"

boom!
A blood-red sword energy came slashing down, cutting the Emperor Yanliu out of the deep pit. He vomited blood and fell backwards, and was thrown several miles away, breaking his tendons and bones one after another.

Emperor Yanliu's son was covered in blood and flesh, looking even more miserable.

"Stop talking nonsense."

"No more nonsense!"

"Yan Liu, you damned bastard!"

The blood in Jiang Ding's eyes almost burst out of his body, his spirit was restless and crazy, and he said in a stern voice: "How many times do I have to tell you! Only then will you understand that I only have more than a thousand years to live now!"

"I'm about to die!"

"Do you know that, you bastard?"

"I am not a waste like you! As long as I have the Great Emperor's Scripture, I will definitely be promoted to the Great Emperor, I will definitely be promoted to the Great Emperor!"

"Do you understand?"

The blood-robed Taoist had a distorted expression and waved his arms wildly, describing something.

He simply ignored the so-called future extermination of the human race, had no reaction, and didn't even raise it specifically.

"This bastard..."

Emperor Yanliu felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

The gap between a king and an emperor cannot be bridged by a scripture written by an emperor.

Not to mention the bastard King Xuehe, even he, who has been trained by his father since childhood as the emperor's son, has little hope of becoming an emperor now.

How could a mere ant who practices the blood path technique and has had some fortuitous encounters dare to covet the realm of the Great Emperor?

However, these reasons are meaningless to a madman.

……

In the center of the Flame Stone Star Region, in a vast palace with flames rising.

This palace is located in the center of the Flame Stone Star Region. It naturally absorbs and exhales the spiritual energy tides of more than a dozen small thousand worlds, which converge here. It contains many sixth-level treasures of heaven and earth, and exudes a heavy breath of chaos at all times.

At this point, the king could only bow down and worship, not daring to slack off even for a moment. In the center of the Flame Palace, a red flame giant as big as a mountain sat on the throne, quietly watching everything happening in the distance, and no one knew what he was thinking.

I do not know how long it has been.

"Emperor?"

A king from the Flame Stone family asked softly from a distance at the throne: "Should we send a king to kill this traitorous servant?"

"The existence of this slave has brought shame to the family."

But he didn't say anything about bringing back Emperor Yanliu.

The battle between the emperor's sons involved a dispute between the Great Emperor and the Ancient Emperor, which was not something that he, a king, could interfere in.

no respond.

The king of the Yanshi family bowed respectfully, stepped back slowly, and said no more.

The palace fell silent again.

It seemed like a very long time had passed.

hum!
At some point, an ancient and weathered bamboo slip appeared in the flaming imperial palace. It had a style different from that of the Horned Demon Emperor clan and was obviously something from other immortal civilizations.

"Great Emperor..."

The surrounding Horned Demon Emperor kings were shocked, but did not dare to say anything.

call out!
The weathered bamboo slips disappeared.

……

"Bastard?"

"Is this your final answer?"

Jiang Ding's crazy expression subsided and he regained his composure: "At the end of my life, I am still able to witness the methods of the Great Emperor. This is already an infinite honor."

"King of the Nu tribe, no matter how long you live, who can compare to me?"

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Ding laughed wildly: "Mountain, you are a piece of trash who has been my opponent for who knows how many years!"

"Even if you are a servile loser who has actively integrated loyalty and servility into your soul, you must be envious of me in your heart at this moment, right?"

Moshan barely stood in front of Emperor Yanliu, saying nothing.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Great Emperor, who can see me off as well as you?"

Keng!
Jiang Ding gently drew his sword.

As he drew his sword, a raging blood-red flame burned on his body and in his soul. His sticky blood-robed Taoist body seemed to become something extremely flammable, making the blood-robed Taoist shine so brightly that people dared not look directly at him.

He was burning everything!
"Stop!"

"Stop!"

"Blood River King, you don't have to do this..."

The Emperor Yanliu felt a chill in his heart, as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

At this moment, it was as if an entire bloody world was collapsing, and the terrifying blood sword intent suppressed him, freezing his soul and making his body stiff.

Surprisingly, there is no power to resist at all!
All of the emperor's instincts and his extremely sharp fighting talent were clearly telling Emperor Yanliu one fact.

This sword will kill you!

It cannot be avoided, it cannot be escaped, and it cannot be stopped!
Will die!

Emperor Yanliu now clearly felt what it was like to see an opponent who was far stronger than him, burning his body and soul, fighting madly for his life, and slashing out with a sword.

It's just like death is destined!
The Emperor Yanliu had a clear premonition that he was about to die, not at the hands of the Blood River King, but at the hands of the Emperor Cangkong.

The two seem to have spanned time and overlapped.

This is fate.

"Blood River King..."

"Stop, I can give you..."

The Emperor Yanliu suddenly woke up and tried to persuade him frantically, making all kinds of promises and even swearing by his ancestors and ancient gods. He was sincere and trustworthy to the extreme.

However, all this is in vain.

The sword slowly slashed down.

"Do not……"

Emperor Yanliu was in despair.

The abyss of death enveloped him.

at this time.

Suddenly, Emperor Yanliu's desperate expression froze, filled with disbelief.

"Blood River King!"

Emperor Yanliu roared with all his strength: "The Great Emperor's Scripture can be given to you!"

call out!
The blood-red sword that was about to chop down stopped.

Jiang Ding looked up.

He looked in front of him, and an ancient and weathered bamboo slip appeared in front of him.

This is a slightly dull dark green color, as if it has gone through endless time, passed through the hands of countless people, and been comprehended by countless people.

Now, it appeared before him, floating up and down.

(End of this chapter)