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Chapter 1075: The Suffering of the Monks of All Races

The meeting with Jiuda Daozi ended unpleasantly.

Jiang Ding didn't care and retreated back to the spiritual world.

These Daozi fought for the interests of their respective sects. The so-called restraining power given by the powerful was just that and could not restrain the Daozi at all.

Likewise, these Taoists would not stop setting up the Void Refinement Stage concealment formation just because of Jiang Ding.

It's their own business.

Jiang Ding is now hiding in a tiger tribe, living in the soul of a black tiger at the Foundation Establishment Stage. He looks out through the window-like tiger pupils. A tiger claw as black as cold iron pierces into the chest of a member of the Moyan tribe and pulls out a heart core.

The face of this Demon Rock tribe member was filled with shock and disbelief. His body slowly fell down and collapsed into a pool of ore, losing his life force.

"Roar!"

"Bai Zhu, you bastard are finally dead! Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

The black tiger laughed wildly towards the sky, his voice shaking all around. No one knew how much hatred was contained in his blood-red eyes, and how many years of resentment had been suppressed.

Once revenge is achieved, it is extremely satisfying.

"Heimao, you..."

The tiger demon cultivators around were looking at the black tiger with anger and fear.

They knew that Heimao and the Demon Rock Clan had a blood feud with Baizhu when they were on patrol.

They all knew that Heimao's sister was eaten by Baizhu, and his parents were trampled to death by Baizhu out of boredom.

However, why should the Demon Rock Clan Inspector be killed?
Over the years and generations, there have been countless such resentments and such incidents are common. There are many tiger demon cultivators who are even more miserable than Heimao.

This is the fate of the tiger clan demon cultivators, it has always been like this.

You, why can't you bear it?
Why can't you bear it?!
what? !

"Black hair!"

"You damned bastard!"

"Everyone in our tribe will be killed by you. I will kill you..."

Soon, many tiger clan demon cultivators became furious, extremely crazy, with disordered breath, and rushed towards the black tiger.

"Ha ha!"

"It's useless for you to kill me! The people of the Demon Rock Clan died here after all!"

The black tiger laughed wildly, showing no fear at all.

Even so, he was unable to defeat so many tiger-tribe demon cultivators who attacked him. His demon energy instantly exploded and he fled madly for his life into the distance, and soon disappeared without a trace.

A group of tiger tribe demon cultivators searched for him for a long time but couldn't find him. Their legs and feet went limp and they sat down on the ground, crying bitterly.

"It's over!"

"We're fucked."

A demon cultivator from the tiger tribe murmured, tears falling, "Not only will we die, but all of our tribe members will die. Our souls will be refined into the Monument of Ten Thousand Souls, and we will neither be able to live nor die..."

Many tiger demon cultivators around were crying.

The people of the Demon Rock Clan died.

The Demon Rock Clan will not let them go.

No matter the reason, no matter whether they were the ones who killed them or not, the Mo Yan people will take revenge. This is the tyranny of the Mo Yan people. It has been like this for countless years and there has never been an exception.

Gradually, the crying subsided.

All the tiger cultivators, from those at the Qi training stage to those at the foundation building stage, fell silent and looked at each other.

"escape!"

"Run away, as many as you can escape!"

"I heard that the members of the Demon Rock Tribe died not only here, but also in other places. They may not remember us and spend a lot of energy using great magical search spells to find us!"

"Let's go..." Many tiger monks did not even return home, but simply rushed to the fields outside the tribe. Their colorful fur quickly blended into the fields and soon disappeared.

A small number of tiger monks hesitated for a moment, returned to the tribe, packed up their belongings, and fled with their families.

Soon, this tiger tribe of thousands of people was deserted, and there was no longer a single demon cultivator.

……

Jiang Ding was in the soul of the black tiger, silently watching the great changes that took place in the tiger tribe.

This tiger tribe is called 'Xiangrou', the Xiangrou tribe.

The function of the Fragrant Meat Tribe is to produce its own flesh and blood to supply it to the monks of the Horned Demon Emperor and a few high-ranking slaves. After refining and eating the fragrant meat, it has a certain promoting effect on body refining.

In addition to producing fragrant meat, the monks of this tiger tribe also serve as cannon fodder servants. They are occasionally recruited by the Demon Rock Tribe to deal with and slaughter the weaker slave tribes, which can be said to be a multi-purpose slave tribe.

What happened today was an accident, but it was not an accident.

The tiger demon cultivators of the Xiangrou tribe are highly intelligent immortal creatures. No matter how numb or stupid they are, how can they not have resentment towards the alien races that devoured their own family members?

The resentment accumulated over the years could probably be used to refine a Nascent Soul Stage magic weapon.

Then,

Why hasn't this happened before?

Because before this, there were terrifying strong men from the Demon Rock Clan suppressing them from outside, the kind of strong men who could wipe out their entire tribe with one hand; and there were also tiger kings from the Tiger Clan at the Jindan and Yuanying stages suppressing them from inside.

These Jindan-level and Yuanying-level tiger kings were favored by the Moyan Clan. Anyone who dared to rebel would be immediately slaughtered and suppressed.

In addition, by selecting obedient tiger bloodlines generation after generation and executing all rebellious tiger monks, generation after generation, this fragrant meat tribe can always produce tiger fragrant meat that satisfies many bigwigs of the Horned Demon Emperor.

Originally, this stable state would continue and nothing would change until the tiger monk named Black Tiger died.

The Horned Demon Emperor is experienced and has enough means to rule over thousands of slave tribes.

Now, things have changed.

War broke out.

A large number of powerful Demon Rock Clan members and a large number of powerful Tiger Clan members who originally suppressed the tribe were recruited to the battlefield to participate in the bloody interstellar war. For the sake of their master's ambitions, they died one after another and could never come back.

It's not just a moment, but it has been almost twenty years, and these powerful people who originally suppressed various places have not returned yet.

This amount of time is enough for the slave tribes in various places to change.

The rule of the Horned Demon Emperor is extremely bloody and brutal, simple and crude. There is no room for any relaxation or deception at all. They disdain this, and a large amount of crazy resentment has accumulated within each slave tribe.

Many slave tribes were originally on the brink of collapse, and many slave monks were actually in a half-crazy state. They just looked stable because they were suppressed at any time.

It is like the volcanoes of all sizes scattered around the world that are about to erupt, but because of the constant suppression by external forces, they have never erupted. This has been the case for the past tens of thousands of years, and it seems to be the natural state of heaven and earth.

It looks like the weather is fine and everything is normal.

However, what happens when the suppressive force is lost?
Volcanoes erupted one after another!
An example is the case where a demon cultivator named Black Tiger from the Fragrant Meat Tiger tribe killed the inspector from the Demon Rock tribe.

The life span of the demon clan's foundation-building cultivators is no more than a hundred years under the oppression of the Horned Demon Emperor clan. Life is so short that they have neither the ability nor the willingness to think about things that are too far away.

At this moment, they saw the possibility of revenge and a glimmer of hope for escape, which was completely different from before, so they put everything they had into it.

What joy is there in life, and what pain is there in death?

bitter!
too bitter!
The lives of many Slave Clan monks are too hard. They constantly offer their lifespan, blood essence, magic power, and flesh and blood to the Horned Demon Emperor to be eaten. They have no time to rest and do not see a glimmer of hope in their lives.

Their lives are so hard that they are not afraid of death at all. They have nothing to fear because there is nothing to be nostalgic about in such a life.

Now that the opportunity had arisen, they seized it immediately.

No matter whether this is a trap or not, no matter whether this momentary carnival and pleasure of revenge will bring disaster to oneself.

Can't control it!

They just want to kill, just want to fuck, just want to rob!

The order of the entire Flame Stone Star Region began to fall into chaos.

There is no longer strict supervision in various places, and the spiritual veins in various places have begun to change hands repeatedly. The occasional changes are no longer conspicuous, but extremely common and can be seen everywhere.

(End of this chapter)