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Chapter 1079 Blood Path Can Also Be Used
The earth was devastated, mountains collapsed, and rivers dried up.

The Demon Leaf Family, which had existed in the Demon Vine World for who knows how long, met its demise. All the family members died, leaving behind corpses and blood mist on the ground, as well as various heavy weapons that fell to the ground, creating deep pits on the ground.

Between heaven and earth, countless blood flowers and countless blood mists bloomed from the corpses.

These flowers are blood red all over, with twelve petals, and are carried into the sky by blood-jade-like lotus pedestals.

"Blood Lotus..."

A thought emerged in Jiang Ding's mind and then disappeared.

These blood flowers born from the corpses of the strong men of the Mo Ye family flew from everywhere, dancing around the blood-robed Taoist priest, like cute elves.

Keng!
Jiang Ding drew his sword and unfolded the blood-jade sword body.

The blood flowers flying around the blood-robed Taoist priest made a clear and cheerful sound like the sound of a sword. They jumped and flew over, scrambling to fly into the blood sword, as if they had found their hometown.

The first blood flower fell, leaving a pattern on the sword.

The second, the third, the fourth...

A life transformed into a blood flower is qualified to leave a blood mark on the blood sword.

Blood flowers like a sea of ​​flowers poured in from all directions, continuously and endlessly. Finally, everything disappeared, leaving only the increasingly bright red and agile blood sword.

"Physical cultivation, with abundant blood and essence, excellent sword-making material..."

'The treasure of the Blood Monk.'

Jiang Ding thought.

He stared at the blood sword in his hand. Countless fine bloodstains appeared on the sword, intertwining and entangled with each other, forming something similar to the magic weapon Tiangang Restriction, but with some differences.

This is the inheritance of the blood-refining magic weapon that the Blood River King obtained by chance, named "Blood River Soul-Slaying Sacrifice to the Sword God Forbidden Method".

This sword-sacrificing method was derived from the method used by practitioners to sacrifice and refine magic weapons. Its advantages are that it requires very few natural treasures, the refining speed is fast, and the power is also strong.

The only restriction is that the sacrificial materials must be the lives of living beings, the stronger the better.

If the life of the creature is too weak, the effect will be extremely poor or even ineffective.

This is a typical inheritance of the demonic monks, using the blood of living beings as material.

Therefore, it also possesses the inherent shortcomings of the magic inheritance, such as an unstable foundation, easy to go astray, low success rate in surviving the heavenly tribulation and many other negative effects.

'I feel like my bottom line is about to be shaken.'

"If it is a foreign monk who has committed a massacre, or a human monk who has committed a capital crime, it may not be impossible to use it to refine the sword..."

"The inheritance of the magic way, if used for good it is good, if used for evil it is evil."

Jiang Ding could clearly feel that as the power of the blood sword in his hand increased, many negative emotions came from the blood sword, trying to invade his sea of ​​consciousness. All kinds of reasonable and logical voices whispered in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The key is that he himself thinks it makes sense.

These surging negative emotions are enough to cause a Heavenly Lord who has just been promoted to the state of God to instantly go insane and self-destruct to death. As the practice continues, these inner demons will inevitably grow further.

This is what troubles the monks of the path of magic and the path of blood throughout their lives. It runs through their entire monastic career and they cannot get rid of it no matter what. Ninety-nine percent of people die from their inner demons along the way, and the rest are not immune and may go astray at any time.

This is the price to pay for the quick succession of the inheritance of the path of magic and blood.

'Yes, it's easy to get out of control like this, with all kinds of seemingly reasonable reasons.'

"The devil of the devil is just like that. It has a very tempting appearance and a seemingly reasonable logic. It is right if used properly."

'In fact, 99% of people will fall.'

Jiang Ding thought silently.

'but,'

'That's all.'

'Compared to the Great Sun Sword Dao, where one is always ready to fall into bloodthirsty madness and have a strong desire to find a strong enemy to fight to the death, these blood-path evil thoughts are still far behind.'

Keng!
The sword sounded softly, clearing away all of Jiang Ding's distracting thoughts, and his sea of ​​consciousness became clear.

"Blood Road, you can use it."

"After all, it is a brilliant achievement of the immortal civilization. If we don't use it ourselves and give it to the enemy, we will fall behind. Falling behind will affect the survival of individuals and civilization."

"But it must be confined to a small area and become a small branch of the Immortal Sect. It cannot spread in large numbers."

"Ordinary people cannot inherit the Tao without going through the test of strengthening their faith."

Jiang Ding dealt with this problem of Taoism and no longer paid attention to it.

As the cultivation of immortals improves and their lifespan increases, the stability of their Dao heart and soul becomes more and more important. It can be said that if the Dao heart cannot be maintained, it is common for one to go astray, become possessed, and have a significant decline in strength, and be unable to advance in life. Therefore, immortals must always cleanse their Dao hearts to make them clear and ethereal without any loopholes.

Jiang Ding walked slowly into the Moye family’s territory.

An attraction came from the surrounding void, and one after another storage magic weapons, storage unicorns, and various treasure houses of the Moye family, the secret vaults opened spontaneously, and a large number of natural treasures emitted moving light, from the first level to the fifth level, arranged in a river, and spontaneously flew into his storage magic weapons.

Occasionally there was a restriction on the treasure house, and a blood-red sword energy slashed over and solved it instantly.

The Blood River King's storage magic weapon was constantly being filled, and finally it was even full. He had to find a fifth-order unicorn-horned storage magic weapon in the secret vault of the Moye Family to continue collecting.

"I,"

"Instantly, get rich!"

Jiang Ding took a deep breath.

The wealth of Jiaoming Territory is indeed not just talk.

He roughly estimated that the wealth of the Moye family alone was about 230,000 top-grade spirit stones, not counting the increased value of exotic specialties.

Beiyuan's incarnation gods, whether they be Bingyuan Tianjun or Baizu Tianjun, are all paupers in front of the Moye family!
It is truly intolerable that such a prosperous place is occupied by a brutal and evil race like the Horned Demon Emperor, who enslaves all other races and slaughters them at will.

The light of human righteousness must cover this place and bring unquestionable justice to the Jiaoming Realm.

Jiang Ding strolled through the ruined Mo Ye family, admiring the scenery of the Mo Ye family that was devastated by war and killing, and felt the beauty of the shift of realm order and the alternation of the old and the new.

Finally, he stopped in front of the majestic Moye Family Ancestral Hall.

Here, the ancestor of the Horned Demon Emperor clan, the 'Ancient God', is enshrined. He is an unknown creature shrouded in the darkness of the underworld, without a form or appearance, as if he is just an essence in the universe.

Below the 'Ancient Gods' were statues of great emperors, carved from a pitch-black magic stone.

The Moye family has a long history and has had eighteen emperors in history. The most recent one was the Qingyan Emperor who came before the Yanshi Emperor.

This is not strange or special.

Among the families of the Horned Demon Emperor that are still prosperous in the modern times, more than 90% are descendants of great emperors in history. This is a fighting race whose power can be passed on through blood.

Below the many emperors was a lifelike statue of a red-haired old man with a breath of life. His emerald green horn pointed toward the sky, and he stared with resentment at the blood-robed Taoist priest in front of him.

This is the king of the Moye family, the Moye King.

"Lord Demon Leaf King,"

"It's been a long time since I last saw you."

Jiang Ding wore a flattering smile on his face, knelt humbly, and saluted, saying: "Five hundred and seventy-six years ago, you once asked me to refine a blood-longevity pill for you that could extend the lifespan of a general-level cultivator. Now it is ready. It is made with the blood and soul of your son, Mo Yewu."

"Look, when can you come and get it so that you can use it to extend the life of a general-level monk?"

Jiang Ding flipped his hand, and a blood-red elixir appeared in his palm. It was full of blood light and was made from the blood and souls of many living creatures. It exuded a strong and tempting aura, which could prolong the life of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The eyes of the Demon Leaf King's statue became even colder, and traces of murderous intent and resentment almost solidified into substance.

"Oh!"

Jiang Ding suddenly realized what was going on when he saw this, and said in astonishment, "You want this Blood Longevity Pill, aren't you just going to give it to an ant like Mo Yewu?"

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Oops!"

Jiang Ding slapped his thigh, feeling extremely regretful: "If you hadn't told me earlier, I would have accidentally refined your son, grandson, granddaughter, daughter, nephew... all of them."

"There's nothing I can do. They keep calling me a slave, and they keep calling me a slave."

"Of course, this is nothing. This king is very generous and never cares about it."

"The key is that they actually went against the will of the Emperor. There is nothing we can do about it. I was forced to defend and fight back."

"This is not what I want!"

Jiang Ding said in annoyance: "How about you give birth to another child?"

"Don't worry, I will definitely keep this blood longevity pill for you, Lord Demon Leaf King, you can live without any worries."

Jiang Ding patted his chest and promised.

"You slave..."

The statue of the Demon Leaf King's clone left in the Ancestral Temple began to flush, and then, without any attack, it suddenly exploded and turned into countless fragments that scattered everywhere.

Faintly, Jiang Ding saw a red-haired old man vomiting blood in the distance, and then disappeared.

(End of this chapter)