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Chapter 1089: Killing to protect the Dao, not because of my preference
In the dark and silent star field, a Taoist priest in a blood-red robe sat cross-legged.

In front of the blood-robed Taoist priest, a long sword was suspended.

Next to the long sword, ten blood dragons roared ferociously, creating waves of roars that were vaguely similar to the roars of kings such as King Moye and King Shayi.

His voice was filled with malice and unwillingness, and any of his roars could instantly wipe out a Nascent Soul Sect.

"Demon Leaf King, stop struggling."

"useless."

Jiang Ding had a calm expression as he cast a series of spells to suppress the restlessness of the ten blood dragons: "In the past, when you slaughtered millions of slaves at will, why didn't you have this strong resentment and hatred?"

"Now that it's my turn, I'm actually reacting more strongly."

"But it's useless. Just enjoy it."

One after another, spells were cast and the ten blood dragons roared incessantly. Gradually, they calmed down and were thrown into the Blood River Sword. They were consumed and devoured by the billions of fine blood river sword qi in the Blood River Sword. All their resentment and unwillingness in their previous lives were wiped out, leaving only the pure essence of blood and soul.

Of course, this purity is relative.

At a deeper level, a more microscopic level, there must be many remnants, and it will never be possible to achieve absolute purity. This is a drawback that the Blood Path and the Demon Path will never be able to get rid of.

This is the reason why demonic practitioners often go astray.

In terms of purity, these external blood and power can never be compared with the magic power that the cultivators themselves constantly hone and grow.

This is the true meaning of the so-called true practice of the right way, which is slow at first and fast later, and accumulates strength before releasing it.

Jiang Ding cast a series of spells and forcefully stuffed the blood dragons formed by the spirits of ten kings including King Mo Ye and King Sha Yi into the Blood River Sword. He refined it bit by bit, thereby strengthening the Blood River Sword's foundation bit by bit, making up for the damaged foundation in the past and allowing the Blood River Sword to achieve an essential improvement.

In the end, all ten blood dragons were pressed into the blood-jade-like sword body. From time to time, bulges appeared on the sword body, which looked like faces, vaguely similar to King Moye, King Shayi and others, but they were all blocked by a layer of blood film and could not break free.

These ferocious faces that appeared from time to time made the Blood Demon Sword even more terrifying.

Anyone who sees this sword for the first time will immediately be sure that it is a magic weapon that has killed billions of old demons, and there will be no misunderstanding.

"...Killing is to protect life, and killing karma is not killing people..."

"I am actually kind and innocent."

Jiang Ding whispered.

There was a bloody light in his eyes, which was a full foot long. The violent murderous intent unconsciously spread in all directions, enough to make all living beings within a thousand miles radius dry up and die in an instant.

"However, there are always demons in the world, disturbing all living beings and preventing them from having peace."

"Therefore, the sword must always be stained with blood..."

Jiang Ding's gaze fell on the ancient bamboo slips that flew out automatically again. The bloodshot in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he looked calm and peaceful.

The dark green ancient bamboo slips emitted rays of light, illuminating the figures of Emperor Yanliu and others.

"King Xuehe, you killed King Shayi..."

When King Shenshan appeared, his eyes were bloodshot and his face looked extremely ferocious.

It seems that as the king of the Yanshi family, he and King Sha Yi had a close relationship. When he learned that King Sha Yi was dead and his descendants were slaughtered, he went crazy instantly.

"Yes, he sought death, and I killed him."

"King Shenshan."

Jiang Ding nodded slightly and admitted it.

He ignored King Chenshan's rage and said, "King Chenshan, if you really miss King Shayi, you can tell me. I will go to the Black Water Realm to send you off so that you can meet King Shayi and he won't be lonely."

"you dare……"

King Shenshan was furious and almost crazy, but he paused and felt extremely cold in his heart.

King Shenshan didn't dare to continue yelling and scolding.

This slave king has no taboos.

He really dares to kill himself!

Even if the emperor's son tried to stop it, it would be useless because no one could stop it.

There is no such thing as etiquette, order, or reverence in him. There is only a desire for the imperial realm and endless greed for the blood of all living beings.

This kind of evil demon, even if it appears among humans, will be surrounded and killed by humans.

Where does the racial threat come from?

This is a human monk who has no weaknesses and no way out.

"The emperor's son."

"The ten kings have surrendered. What about the middle part of the Great Emperor's Scripture that I want?"

Jiang Ding no longer paid attention to King Shenshan, showing a warm and friendly smile, and looked at the Emperor Yanliu who was sitting on the throne.

Emperor Yanliu had a cold face and did not respond.

"Oh?" The smile on Jiang Ding's face gradually faded.

He stopped talking and was not angry about anything. He just stared at Emperor Yanliu on the throne, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Emperor Yanliu suddenly felt an instinctive panic in his heart. His heart began to beat violently under his calm appearance, and sweat broke out on his palms.

"Blood River King!"

"You killed the emperor's third uncle! How dare you ask for a reward?"

King Chen Shan angrily rebuked, "Besides, the agreement between the prince and you is that the heads of ten of the prince's guards of the sky will be exchanged for the middle chapter of the Great Emperor's Scripture."

"You didn't meet the requirements!"

"Not bad, the requirements are quite detailed."

Jiang Ding laughed dumbly.

"You have no joke."

King Shenshan sneered and did not give in at all.

This was unexpected. He didn't know where he got the confidence from, but he suddenly had such strong power.

"interesting."

"How many kings have pledged their allegiance to the Emperor's son?"

Jiang Ding thought for a moment, made a guess, and asked with a smile.

These kings of the Horned Demon Emperor clan were all born in the year of the dog.

No matter how you persuade them in a gentle manner, these kings will just ignore you. They will weigh all kinds of considerations, think about all the pros and cons, and always talk about the justice of the imperial family, the rise and fall of the imperial family, and give you compliments one after another. They will take advantage of their positions and adopt all kinds of high-profile attitudes. Even the kings within the Yanshi family are like this.

But, you ignore them.

Pull out the butcher knife and kill the diehard resisters one by one. These kings who always talk about the righteousness of the imperial family will instantly become as obedient as a dog and will not ask for any conditions. They will suddenly have family feelings and know that as the king of the Yanshi family, they should be loyal to the emperor of the family.

Suddenly, everything made sense.

"Not much, not much."

King Shenshan sneered and said, "Including the slave king, there are only more than ten kings in total. Relying on the small world formation, it is enough to resist the army of the son of the Cangkong emperor."

This is a situation of one gaining while the other loses.

There were fewer kings pledging allegiance to the Emperor Cangkong, which in turn strengthened the power of the Emperor Yanliu, causing the power of both sides to rapidly approach each other, no longer having the huge, almost hopeless gap that it had before.

King Shenshan looked coldly at the blood-robed Taoist priest.

The emperor's son, what he needs is not an unruly wolf that can attack at any time, but a tamed domestic dog!

In fact, this is also good for the wild dog.

If he doesn't restrain his arrogance, he may not survive even if the war is won. This will cause the prince to miss out on a great help and the Yanshi family will lose a strength.

This is not what King Shenshan wants to see.

Therefore, taking advantage of the opportunity, he hoped to tame the wild dog.

"In that case..."

Jiang Ding chuckled and said, "Since the prince doesn't need me, let's say goodbye now."

"The son of the Cangkong Emperor is known as the virtuous son of the Emperor. I'm sure he won't treat me badly."

A butterfly with green flames appeared in his hand at some point.

In fact, Jiang Ding originally wanted to go to the Black Water Realm and kill all the kings who had surrendered to him, so that the Emperor Yanliu would be more honest.

However, this seems too eye-catching and somewhat counterintuitive, so I gave up.

"This is……"

"Emperor Cangkong?"

The Emperor Yanliu's hair stood on end and he trembled in his heart. He was no longer like a clay Buddha, allowing King Shenshan to come forward.

"Serious words!"

"King Blood River, you are too kind."

The Emperor of Flame Flow repeatedly looked at the illusory blue flame butterfly with a humble and flattering smile.

"King Shenshan is old and confused, please don't be offended."

"Since you want the middle volume of the Emperor's Scripture, I'll give it to you."

Emperor Yanliu began to be understanding.

(End of this chapter)