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Chapter 1078 The Price of Ants Provoking the Divine Lord

Jiang Ding's eyes were calm.

He stretched out the blood-colored sword domain, and his spiritual consciousness and sword intent fell on the formation that was created by the external force of the Moye family. He kept calculating the nodes of the formation in his mind.

"Who?"

"Who dares to offend my Moye family?!"

At the moment when the foreign enemy invaded, dozens of general-level monks of the Demon Emperor clan flew into the air in an instant from the Demon Leaf sky. They formed a formation among themselves and also formed a military formation with more than 100,000 clansmen, including the old, the young, the women and the children without exception.

It turned out that every citizen was a soldier. The weakest cultivators of the Horned Demon Emperor clan were all at the Qi training stage, and they were a natural fighting race.

All the general-level monks of the Moye family stared at the blood cloud and the strange king-level warrior.

When they saw his face and found that he was not the king of the Horned Demon Emperor, all the Horned Demon generals breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts and unconsciously looked down at him from a superior position.

"Blood River King,"

"Why are you here if you don't serve under Emperor Yanliu?"

"Retreat quickly, or don't blame me for reporting to the ancestor."

An old man from the Horned Demon Emperor clan, who was at the peak of the general rank and had vine patterns on his horn, shouted condescendingly.

The general stepped up and scolded the king.

However, no one around thought there was anything wrong. Many monks of the Horned Demon Emperor clan were even eager to try, and had the urge to take the initiative to attack and surround and kill the King of the Slave Clan.

This is the natural confidence of the dominant race in the realm over the slaves under their rule.

Throughout history, there have been many cases where the Horned Demon Emperor's generals led hundreds of thousands of his people to form huge military formations and surrounded and killed the kings of the Slave Clan.

Although the king of the Nu tribe is a king, he is far from comparable to the king of the Horned Demon Emperor tribe. Their foundation is too superficial, their inheritance is incomplete, and they often do not have true king-level strength, so they are called pseudo-kings.

"You are... Chief Mo Yewu?"

Jiang Ding carefully identified the peak general-level cultivator from the Horned Demon Emperor clan who had spoken, and said with some realization.

The Blood River King had had a lot of interactions with the patriarch of the Demon Leaf Family, as he had managed the taxes of the Flame Stone Family and was responsible for supervising the production of the Demon Poison Spirit Fruit in the Demon Vine Realm.

In this regard, the Yanshi family trusts their slaves more than their own people.

In the past, although King Xuehe was a king, he was servile to Mo Yewu. Except for matters involving taxes of the Yanshi family, he tolerated everything else he could. If he couldn't tolerate it, he would swallow it and continue to tolerate it.

This is the duty of a servant.

Even though the Yanshi family attaches great importance to their taxes, they do not want to have a slave who bullies the monks of the imperial family.

"Cut the nonsense!"

"Blood River King, are you going to retreat or not?"

Mo Ye Wu's hair and beard were all wild, and he shouted coldly: "If you don't retreat, you will die here today!"

"Not bad."

"As expected of Lord Mo Yewu, he is still strong and domineering despite his age."

Jiang Ding was not angry and exclaimed in praise.

These monks of the Horned Demon Emperor clan have a kind of stupid beauty that is crystal clear.

"Blood River King,"

"Since you are seeking death, I will give you a ride!"

Mo Yewu no longer held back, and with a cold shout, activated the clan protection formation.

Click!

Boom!

The huge green leaves of the Moye family, like the dome of the sky, suddenly separated, each forming thirty-six huge dark green sky swords, which were controlled by Moye Wu and other battle formations, and killed the blood-robed Taoist in the sky.

Demon Leaf Sky Thousand Killing Formation!
This is the Moye family's clan formation, and also their military formation, inherited from the ancient times of the previous emperor.

At that time, the Moye family was a great imperial family, but it fell into decline because the imperial son failed in the imperial son war, just like the Yanliu imperial son of this era.

This family has a grudge against the Yanshi family.

This is exactly the reason why Emperor Cangkong chose to lead three thousand guards to descend into the Demon Vine World at the beginning.

At this time, the dome of the sky split into thirty-six dark green sky swords, carrying the great situation of heaven and earth. Countless green poisonous mists scattered, melting and destroying the space. It was obviously an extremely obvious attack at the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm.

This is still the case even without a king in charge, the foundation is so profound that it is terrifying.

Normally, even if a king of the late king level of the Horned Demon Emperor clan came here, he would want to break through the clan formation of the Moye family.

Not to mention the King of the Nu tribe!
This is why Mo Yewu and others are so arrogant.

Obviously, the latest information about the Blood River King was only circulated among the kings of the Horned Demon Emperor clan and had not been passed down to the general-level clan members. This was a matter of strength.

"A formation from the late King level..."

"There are no more complicated hidden formations."

At this time, Jiang Ding also completed the calculation of the formation.

Of course, since the Blood River King had no knowledge of formations, he didn't know how to use any clever tricks or methods of using a little force to achieve a great result.

He just slowly drew out the blood-red sword from his waist.

Keng!
A gentle sound of a sword echoed throughout the heaven and earth.

There's nothing that can stop it!

The space, the poisonous fog, the battle formation, and even the thirty-six dark green heavenly swords that carried the trend of heaven and earth were all useless and could not stop it.

The sound of the sword gently reflected in the hearts of Mo Yewu and others, making them feel extremely cold and filled with intense fear.

"No, Blood River King, your strength..."

Mo Ye Wu instantly discovered something was wrong, his eyes bulged out, and he stared at the front. The thirty-six dark green Heavenly Swords condensed by the Mo Ye Sky Thousand Killing Formation, whose power was comparable to that of the Heavenly Swords of the late King Rank, suddenly solidified.

It's like it has become a painting, a mirror, reflecting the real world.

The sound of the wind, the poisonous fog, the space, and even the people in it were all extremely rigid.

It seemed like a moment, but also like a long time had passed.

Click!

A crack suddenly appeared in the solidified mirror space. Thirty-six dark green sky swords, the terrible poisonous fog that corroded the space, and more than 100,000 Horned Demon Emperor monks forming a battle array, all of these shattered one by one as the crack spread, turning into countless spiritual lights that exploded into nothingness.

boom!
Boom!

On the earth, the dome of the Moye family was shattered, the dark green leaves that had been nurtured for who knows how many years were shattered, the veins of the earth and the mountains and rivers rose and fell like boiling water, bulging into peaks, the earth cracked into bottomless canyons, and the vast earth was shattered.

The foundation of the entire formation was completely destroyed!

"Wow!"

Mo Yewu and dozens of other general-level monks vomited blood and retreated, their breath weakening as if they were hit by a heavy hammer.

boom!
The more than 100,000 cultivators of the Mo Ye family were even more miserable. Fifty thousand of the cultivators of the Horned Demon Emperor were attacked by the formation, and their bodies instantly exploded into a ball of blood mist, and even their souls were shattered.

Under one sword,
The whole clan was destroyed!

"impossible!"

"Blood River King!"

"Your strength, your strength shouldn't be like this!!!"

Mo Yewu screamed in horror, unable to believe what he saw.

The king of the Nu tribe was often the target for their family to hone their battle formations. In the past, there was no need for formations, and they could defeat him by just spending several months in battle!
Now, with the addition of the family formation, how could it fail? !

This is impossible!

Countless monks of the Horned Demon Emperor clan were extremely terrified and unwilling to believe what was happening before their eyes.

"Mo Ye Wu."

"You are a general-level ant, a weak life that is less than a thousand years old,"

"He called me by my first name over and over again."

Jiang Ding sighed softly, "So rude, so noisy, then, let me punish you for your disrespect."

"How about the death of your entire clan as the price?"

"Oh, right."

"These are all orders from the Emperor."

Keng~
Jiang Ding drew his sword again.

The horrible smell of blood and countless flashes of blood spread between heaven and earth, icy and chilling, telling any living being in between that they were about to face the fate of death.

"stop!"

"stop it!"

"Blood River King!"

The patriarch of the Moye clan, Moye Wu, was extremely horrified and said sternly, "It is impossible for the Emperor Yanliu to issue an order to exterminate the clan! My Moye clan has not committed any serious crime! You are acting on your own initiative!"

"Stop!"

"Wait for the ancestor to come back and answer your questions!"

"The ancestor may not be able to serve the Emperor of Flame again. Stop!"

Mo Yewu shouted at the top of his lungs, threatening: "King Xuehe! If you dare to kill the people of the imperial clan, no one can protect you. You will surely die. Not even the Emperor Yanliu can protect you!"

"You lowly slave king!"

"Don't cut yourself off from the entire imperial family! Otherwise, you will be crushed to ashes and die without a burial place!"

"ridiculous."

"What do you know, an ant?"

Jiang Ding's hand drawing the sword showed no sign of stopping, and he sneered, "The Moye family has betrayed us again and again. We should slaughter them all to serve as a warning to others."

"In the battle of the Emperor's son, many families were massacred, not least your Demon Leaf family."

Keng!
The blood-red sword finally came out of its sheath.

A sword light, so fast that it was invisible, filled the space between heaven and earth. It was omnipresent and reached the heart of every living being.

"How dare you do this! You are just a slave king..."

Mo Ye Wu's eyes were bloodshot and he was so angry that he was about to go crazy.

Then, his body suddenly stiffened.

Not only him, but also dozens of general-level monks of the Horned Demon Emperor clan and nearly a hundred thousand monks of the Horned Demon Emperor clan around him all had their bodies stiff.

A blood mark appeared on their foreheads at the same time, splitting the horn and cutting into the center of their eyebrows, killing all life and destroying their souls.

The Horned Demon Emperor clan, the Demon Leaf family, every citizen is a soldier.

So, all dead.

Absolutely no one survived.

This is the gift given to them by the Divine Transformation Monk.

This is the price they should pay for being ants and challenging the human race's God of Transformation.

(End of this chapter)