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Chapter 1083 Blood Robe Taoist No. 2436

A small world of yellow sand.

In the yellow sand, there are occasional star-like spiritual sands that flicker and disappear. This is the Wu Earth spiritual sand unique to the Yellow Sand World, which has many wonderful uses in refining equipment and refining the body.

A Taoist priest in a blood-stained robe was walking in a yellow sand storm. The wind and sand blew through his body without causing any impact.

From time to time, many agile and alert monsters such as iguanas crawled by, but they didn't notice anything.

"The center of the Yellow Sand World, the strongest place is called the Yellow Sand Holy City, which is controlled by King Sha Yi of the Flame Stone Family. This man defected to the Cangkong Emperor in the later stages of the war."

Jiang Ding walked slowly in the wind and sand, heading towards the Holy City of Yellow Sand.

At this time, it was already eight years later.

Jiang Ding had been watching the army of Emperor Cangkong in the Demon Vine Realm and found that they showed no signs of dispersing. He could not find any opportunity, so he left.

Within a few years, his footprints spread across all the small realms occupied by the Emperor of Cangkong, causing chaos everywhere.

This is of course not because he can teleport, but because he took advantage of the arrangement of the Yanshi family.

The Yanshi Family has ruled this star field for tens of thousands of years. Naturally, they did not completely lose control just because the Small Thousand Worlds were breached. Many hidden hands and spies are still lurking. As long as external forces appear, these hidden hands will revive one by one. Their foundation is extremely deep.

This is the defect of not having a boundary array, which makes it difficult to fully control the small world.

After passing through an area, the wind and sand temporarily disappeared.

A vast oasis with no visible boundaries appeared in front of them. Many desert slaves were working in it, serving their master, a general family of the Horned Demon Emperor called the Sandstone Family.

The mid-level general-rank patriarch of their family was recruited by the Emperor's son Cangkong and became a general in his army, commanding tens of thousands of soldiers for him.

Currently, there is only one cultivator from the Horned Demon Emperor clan who is at the early general level in the family, and a fourth-level top-grade formation.

Jiang Ding stopped and stretched out his finger forward.

Tick ​​tock!

A finger-sized drop of dark red blood fell to the ground and mixed with the yellow sand.

It absorbed spiritual energy from heaven and earth in all directions, kept growing, and gradually took the shape of a one-meter-tall Taoist in a blood-red robe, with a long black sword on his waist and the aura of an early Nascent Soul.

The magic power and spiritual awareness are at the early stage of Nascent Soul.

If one adds swordsmanship and the insight of the Divine Transformation level, one can kill a peak Nascent Soul cultivator.

Currently, he has the power of three strikes, and only has so much spiritual power and divine consciousness reserves. After all, it is not a real clone, but just a drop of blood with spirituality and partial memory.

However, if you kill enough lives and absorb enough blood, you can extend your survival time.

Theoretically, if there is constant input of foreign blood and spirits into it, this drop of blood can survive for five hundred years.

The meter-tall Taoist in blood-stained robe was like a statue, his eyes empty and dead.

“Awaken the Spirit…”

Jiang Ding pointed his finger.

The Blood Path, with its numerous clones, is almost instinctive and a natural talent in this regard, not to mention the power after stacking the Blood Path spells.

A ray of light fell.

The one-meter-tall blood-robed Taoist's eyes began to become lively, and he stared quietly at his own body in front of him.

There was no respect in his eyes, but rather a level gaze, and even a barely detectable hint of arrogance.

This is the drawback of the magic skills and spells. The evil thoughts are strong and there is a risk of backlash at any time. Even if they are just beginning to condense and have not had time to come into contact with the outside world, the evil thoughts are innate.

In this situation, many demonic monks would choose to set up soul restrictions on their clones, controlling life and death with a single thought.

"Go ahead, kill the strong men in this world and create more chaos."

"Prolong your own life as long as possible."

Jiang Ding said calmly that he had no intention of leaving any restrictions on the soul.

There's no need. The clone can't be stronger than him.

If the clone was stronger than him, it would mean that he was lazy and weak. He would have died in the many dangers of the world of immortal cultivation long ago.

It's not even the turn of a clone with serious congenital defects to take his life. There are so many people who want to kill him. Go to the side and line up.

"I really hope that I can kill you one day..."

Blood Robe No. 2436 whispered.

His figure gradually disappeared.

"Ok."

"You keep dreaming."

Jiang Ding was too lazy to pay attention to him and curled his lips: "Damn it, almost every one of you said so, did I provoke you?"

"Can you be a little more aware of your clones?"

Blood Robe No. 2436 did not answer him and seemed to have left completely.

Jiang Ding bypassed the Shayan Family and continued on his way towards the Huangsha Holy City.

The Emperor of Cangkong has been hiding.

This is actually very good.

This gave Jiang Ding the opportunity to clean up all realms one by one, create chaos, break through the clan territories of the Horned Demon Emperor clan one by one, and let the chaos spread to the fifth-level spirit veins.

Huangsha Holy City, a branch of the Yanshi Family, is about to become the second family to be destroyed.

Not long after the blood-robed Taoist priest left.

A scarlet blood light appeared in the Shayan family’s territory, a sword flashed, and then the clan protection formation was broken.

An expressionless one-meter-tall Taoist in a blood-stained robe appeared in the aura of the collapsed formation, and countless blood-colored sword threads burst out in all directions, bringing bloody storm.

Wailing sounds, screaming sounds, the angry roars of the Horned Demon Emperors, the sounds of bodies being torn apart...

The Shayan family instantly turned into hell.

After more than ten breaths, the entire Shayan family calmed down, leaving only a few infants and children who had not taken action, as well as women and children. They stared at the one-meter-tall blood-robed Taoist with hatred and fear.

The Taoist in blood-red robe ignored them.

From all directions, countless flowers of blood and huge amounts of natural treasures flew towards him, making his aura stronger.

"Now, I still have twenty-two years to live..."

The figure of Blood Robe 2436 slowly disappeared.

Suddenly appear and suddenly disappear.

The entire battle time and the time for collecting spoils were controlled within twenty breaths, precise and efficient, with no delays.

This similar combat style brought great trouble to the encirclement and killing efforts of the Horned Demon Emperor monks in various places. Rivers of blood flowed in every small thousand world, and countless people were killed and injured. There was even a special term that emerged and circulated among the Horned Demon Emperor monks.

The blood demon's disaster!
This is the blood demon disaster that has spread to the entire star field!
The general-level cultivators of the Demon Emperor clan were simply unable to handle this kind of thing. General-level families were destroyed one after another, not to mention the smaller families, which disappeared without a trace when a wave came.

Under such circumstances, the millions of troops under the Emperor Cangkong were accumulating resentment every day, had no will to fight, and were eager to return to their family.

Unfortunately, even if they returned home, it would be of no use.

Still going to die.

Unless the king takes action to suppress the blood demon clones in various places.

What made many monks of the Horned Demon Emperor clan angry was that no king had taken action for a long time. They had always gathered in the Demon Vine Small Realm, unwilling to send even one king to the various small worlds to suppress the Blood Demon.

(End of this chapter)