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Chapter 1102 The Nine Immortal Sects Are Coming
The Demon Flame Giant's aura collapsed visibly, dropping significantly, and his strength weakened rapidly.

The battle has lasted till now.
More than twenty kings of the Horned Demon Emperor clan have died!
Some of them came from outside the Flame Stone Star Region and were the royal guards of the Emperor Cangkong. Some were kings conquered by the Emperor Cangkong in this region, such as the Demon Flower King, the Tyrant Sword King and others.

They are all from the same place, well-known strong men in the small world, with a lifespan of ten thousand years, and are like the ancestors of their families.

However, such a strong man died easily like an ant or grass on the battlefield, without causing any ripples.

Up to now, the kings of the Horned Demon Emperor clan have died one after another, leaving only a few seriously injured kings such as the Son of the Blue Sky Emperor and the Spider Star King, and the resistance force has been weakened to the extreme.

They looked at the blood-robed Taoist in the sky in horror.

Before this, they had never thought that they would die at the hands of a slave king. They thought it was a fantasy and laughed it off, treating war as a hunting game.

However, now the situation is reversed and the self-proclaimed hunter is going to die.

Boom!

In the sky, the Taoist in blood-robed had a blank expression on his face, and a bright blood sun bloomed in his hands. Another blood sun fell from the sky, and its power did not diminish at all, and it blasted down at the dying enemy.

"Could it be,"

"Is swordsmanship really unique to the human race?"

The one-horned demon whispered with a hint of coldness.

It is an indisputable fact that his swordsmanship is indeed weaker than that of the slave king.

However, how could this be?
He is the son of the ancient emperor of the Cang Yan ancient emperor family. He possesses the best resources in the Jiao Ming domain. He has been taught by the Great Emperor and the Ancient Emperor since he was a child. He has access to many natural treasures and secret imperial scriptures at will without any difficulty.

As soon as he spoke a word, all the living beings in the vast star field and nearly a hundred small worlds would be affected, and would do their best to complete his orders, even if billions of lives were lost or injured, even if it was just a playful idea he said casually.

His teachers, his opponents, and his stepping stones are all outstanding talents.

He himself is the son of the ancient emperor of the Cang Yan ancient emperor family, and his talent is unparalleled in the world.

With all these conditions, how could he be defeated in swordsmanship by a lowly slave king?
Why?

What does this servant have?
The technique is a spell that burns blood and essence. He has been rolling in the mud since he was a child and has not had enough to eat. After practicing, he has to use his blood and essence, life span and magic power to refine the mineral materials of the imperial clan every day. In just over 5,000 years, he has reached the end of his life and is about to die. He can't even live half the lifespan of the king of the imperial clan.

It was just a chance encounter that allowed him to inherit the incomplete sword skills of the ancient Shinto and obtain the "Dao Xin Zhong Mo Nu Sutra", an insignificant Nu Emperor scripture.

What are these compared to what he has?
That's right, this slave tribe still possesses immortal sword skills that are better than his!
This is really discouraging, and may even give rise to evil thoughts. One's faith in the Tao is shaken, and one begins to doubt swordsmanship and knife skills. These acquired skills are unique to the human race. Other races, even a naturally powerful race like the Imperial Clan, cannot reach the pinnacle because they are not compatible enough and have inherent flaws.

The one-horned demon's thoughts raced through thousands of thoughts in an instant.

boom!
The blood sun in the sky ignored everything else, suppressed it, slaughtered it, and burned it.

"Yes."

"On this battlefield, Blood River King, you have indeed won."

The one-horned demon's eyes returned to indifference.

He opened his hand and took out an ancient, weathered, and incomplete scroll. He unfolded it, and countless ink paintings seemed to appear in the void, instantly revealing a scene of a village by a small river and a shepherd boy driving an old cow past the village.

This ink painting appeared so abruptly in the sky, and the broken and turbulent void around it could not affect anything.

boom!
The blood sun fell on the illusory village without any force or explosion, causing any damage. It just passed through it, causing large areas of the void to collapse. Explosions continued, the heaven and earth were in turmoil, and the aftermath of the destruction of large numbers of lives was set off.

However, the aftermath of these space shatterings could not affect the Xiaohe Village at all.

These waves passed through it as if passing through the illusory air and disappeared.

"This is……"

Jiang Ding's pupils shrank, and his eyes were fixed on the ink painting of the river village, as well as the extremely weak magic flame giant in it.

The devil flame giant transformed by the Emperor of the Sky has reached the brink of death and should have been vulnerable, but now it seems to have entered another spatial dimension and can no longer be hurt.

What is this space technology?
Jiang Ding was shocked and extremely horrified.

Anytime and anywhere, you can become invisible at any time during battle, dodge attacks and leave the enemy helpless. It's like a miracle and too shameless.

call out!
The river village outlined in the ink painting turned into a stream of light and flew away into the distance at an incredibly fast speed, far exceeding that of the Divine Transformation cultivator.

"escape?"

"Your body is not as hard as your mouth."

Jiang Ding quickly suppressed the shock in his heart, sneered, turned into a ray of blood, and chased after him without any hesitation.

The Blood River King is a man of low status, with no way forward. He is fighting with his life to obtain the imperial realm, and he should not hesitate, even if he may face death.

Before leaving, Jiang Ding glanced at the dark sky in the distance and his gaze paused for a moment.

……

In the dark starry sky, Emperor Yanliu’s body trembled.

Around him, King Shenshan, King Moshan, and more than a dozen kings from the Flame Stone Family also had pale faces and trembling bodies instinctively. They did not dare to step forward to approach the Slave King to express their joy at the impending victory.

He no longer dared to scold in a condescending manner to show off his master's majesty.

The dozens of Horned Demon Emperor kings who had died in the battle had already explained everything.

He was a slave with no taboos and not a bit of obedience that a slave should have. Anyone who dared to do so would be killed, without exception.

There was silence.

These kings of the Yanshi family were afraid of being killed. Even if someone's family was slaughtered by the Blood River King, they did not dare to curse or complain to the Yanliu Emperor.

"Congratulations, Emperor!"

"You should be able to take off your Emperor's crown soon."

King Shenshan calmed himself down and congratulated him.

"Congratulations, Emperor!"

"Congratulations, Emperor..."

"..."

The kings around him congratulated him with flattering attitudes, and their postures were so humble that they could not be any lower. They no longer had any airs of being elders, and they bargained in various ways and gave instructions condescendingly.

There is a fear in their hearts that they are unwilling to admit, and they no longer have the confidence.

That slave king practiced the "Tao Heart Demon Slave Sutra"!
This means that the Emperor Yanliu will have such a terrifying servant in the future. If these family kings are still unclear about their positions, they may not know when they will die.

"The Emperor's Crown..."

"My lonely imperial road..."

The Emperor Yanliu's heart was in turmoil, and he was somewhat intoxicated by the complete submission of the kings at this moment, as if he had seen the glory of his future promotion to the Great Emperor. "Emperor's son, Emperor Cangkong will definitely lose."

"This is during the battle between the Emperor's sons. He cannot escape from the Flame Stone Star Region. He will definitely be caught and captured by the Blood River King in the end. There shouldn't be any surprises."

King Shenshan said solemnly: "Your Emperor's crown must belong to you."

"The Blood River King's sword is indeed a good one, but it is also a dangerous one. It is extremely dangerous and can hurt both the enemy and yourself. Please treat it with extreme caution and prudence in the future, even after you are promoted to the Great Emperor."

"This slave king will definitely betray us if we give him even the slightest chance!"

King Chenshan, as a king and elder who always followed Emperor Yanliu and never betrayed him, gave him a serious warning.

"I know it."

"Uncle Qi, please rest assured."

Emperor Yanliu said seriously.

……

A flash of blood and a scroll were chasing each other in the dark void.

It can be seen that the speed of the ancient painting scroll is much faster than the blood light, and it gets rid of the blood light in the blink of an eye. But this is not the end. In a few days or a few months, the bloody light will appear again, find the ancient painting scroll, and continue to chase it.

No matter where the ancient scroll escapes to, as long as it does not leave the Flame Stone Star Region, it will definitely be caught up!

Because, the souls and flesh of the Demon Flame Giant, the Emperor of Sky, the Spider Star King and others were filled with the immortal Blood River Sword Intent, which could never be gotten rid of. As time went by, the Blood River Sword Intent in these wounds not only did not dissipate, but became even more terrifying after devouring so much flesh and blood!
This pursuit lasted for a total of ten years.

During these ten years, Jiang Ding disappeared occasionally, recovered his magic power, but reappeared soon and continued to hunt down the ancient scroll, chasing it to nowhere.

It once hid deep in the starry sky, in meteorites, deep in the earth's core, in the flesh and blood of living beings... It tried every possible way, but it was all useless and was caught up one by one.

The scroll is indeed mysterious, hidden deep in another spatial dimension.

But obviously, it must consume a huge amount of energy and cannot last for too long. After a full ten years, it also reached its limit.

Wow!

Jiang Ding gazed at the unfolding ink painting of the river village.

It reappeared from the void, condensed from its virtual state, and restored its real sense of existence.

In the real river village, five seriously injured and dying kings including the Emperor of Sky, the Spider Star King, the Tyrant Sword King, and the Demon Leaf King stumbled out.

The Emperor of Sky was silent.

The shadow of the demon totem on his body took one last look at the Blood River King, and its body slowly disappeared. After many attempts, it completely gave up this place.

"Do not kill me!"

"I am willing to serve the Emperor Yanliu..."

Kings like Tyrant Blade King and Demon Leaf King begged for mercy in panic, without any kingly manners.

Keng!
A blood-red sword light burst out, freezing their movements and words.

The bodies of Spider Star King, Tyrant Sword King, Demon Leaf King and others were stiff.

Gulu!

Several huge, heroic, and beautiful one-horned heads rolled into the void, blood gushing out from their necks. The kings died like ants, without being forgiven or pardoned for anything.

At this time, even if Emperor Yanliu and King Chenshan were present in person, they would probably not dare to say a word to stop it.

"Yan Liu, what great luck."

"I am alone and unwilling."

The Cangkong Emperor smiled miserably with a wooden expression: "If it weren't for a lowly servant like you, I would have won by now and would have been promoted to the Great Emperor in the future.

You bastard, I will definitely exterminate your entire race someday, leaving no one alive, and inflict the most cruel pain in the world on you, so that you will regret today..."

It was somewhat obvious that he was trying to provoke something.

Jiang Ding's face was expressionless.

Keng!
Another ray of blood light burst out, but it did not kill it. Instead, it transformed into wisps of blood-red sword energy, wrapping around the Emperor Cangkong, entangled layer by layer.

The so-called resistance, the so-called struggle, are simply so weak that they can be completely ignored and do not need to be taken care of at all.

The blood-colored sword energy wrapped and sealed again and again.

After dozens of breaths, only a columnar blood cocoon remained on the spot, sealing the Cangkong Emperor of the Horned Demon Emperor clan inside.

It must be so.

The emperor's son must have the power of a great emperor, and no one other than the emperor's son can be killed.

"Maybe, it's... over."

"...My path..."

Jiang Ding stared at the blood cocoon in front of him and whispered.

Now that the Emperor Cangkong is defeated, he will have to go meet the Emperor Yanliu, and then try to break through the emperor in the Slave Emperor's tribulation, get rid of the slave seal, and finally gain freedom.

If you fail, you will die.

From now on, this will be the emperor's battlefield, and there will no longer be any independent power.

He returned to the status of a slave.

This is the fate of a slave king, a brief transcendence, which now seems to be nothing more than an illusion in the brief and illusory period of the Battle of the Emperor's Son.

"Emperor Road, you must succeed..."

The blood-robed Taoist was thinking silently.

He didn't know that at the same moment, in the Demon Stone World, a will began to revive, and a true overlord of the world, a Taoist disciple of the human race's immortal sect, began to revive and cast his gaze here.

"Hundreds of years of waiting,"

"finally,"

"It's about to begin..."

This Taoist disciple of the human race's immortal sect, whose actual status among the human race exceeds that of the ancient emperor's son, and whose dignity exceeds that of the ancient emperor Cang Yan's immortal sect's son, thought quietly.

(End of this chapter)