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Chapter 1104: Everything about the Blood River King is about to end

In the distant Demon Vine Realm, in the destroyed Demon Leaf King family, a Taoist priest in a blood-colored robe sat cross-legged, with a blood cocoon as tall as a person placed casually beside him.

There were no living creatures around him within a radius of thousands of miles, not even insects, earthworms, birds, or any other living creatures. It was silent, with only the sound of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth rushing in, flowing into his body, and being refined by his meridians.

Several decades have passed since the end of the last war.

Jiang Ding did not go anywhere during this period. He destroyed the Moye family once again and continued to practice on this fifth-level spiritual vein, using the many treasures he seized and the blood essence of the king to replenish his foundation.

And, practice "The Dao Heart Demon Slave Sutra" to covet the realm of the Great Emperor.

Today, there is finally a result.

Click~
Click...

Along with the subtle sound of petals blooming in his soul, the aura of the blood-robed Taoist suddenly rose to a higher level, and finally gradually stabilized, the aura was sharp and deep.

If a knowledgeable strong man from the Horned Demon Emperor clan came here, he would be shocked, because at this moment, the aura of this Slave King was already incomparably close to that of a king-level emperor!
Even if the prince of the royal rank were here, he might not be able to defeat him.

"The slave species... has grown into a mature one."

"The Dao Heart Demon Slave Sutra has been cultivated to its peak. It can now attempt to break through to the Emperor Realm. If the Slave Master can give permission, the chance of success is... 50%."

Jiang Ding slowly opened his eyes.

Half chance.

This is already an extremely terrifying thing.

You have to know that King Xuehe does not have, and will not have, any emperor-level auxiliary elixirs or magic weapons, nor will he have any experience to teach him, and he does not even have an emperor-level spiritual vein. It is already very rare and precious that he can achieve this with his broken foundation.

Of this 50% chance, 90% comes from the split soul of the human race's Taoist son.

If it were only relying on the Blood River King himself, even if he also possessed the Slave Scripture, with a success rate of 1%, the Blood River King would be worthy of the title of the number one genius of the human race in the Netherworld.

It’s not that Blood River King lacks talent.

He rose up in such a difficult and cruel environment and reached the peak of the Divine Transformation. Who can say that he has no talent?

It was simply because the immortal education he received, his immortal foundation, and his knowledge were too poor, and his talent was not strong enough to surpass the level of a Taoist body.

In addition, if one wants to advance to the Emperor Realm through The Dao Heart Demon Slave Sutra, one must obtain permission from the slave master!
As a race that dominates a realm, the Horned Demon Emperor Clan has considered everything, and their networks in all aspects are extremely tight, so it is impossible for any loopholes to be revealed.

This Great Emperor's Slave Manual has this natural structure and cannot be modified by individuals.

If you want to make changes, you have to start over.

Anyone who can modify this Great Emperor Slave Scripture is qualified to create a Great Emperor Scripture on his own. He does not need to practice other people's things at all. This is really a fantasy.

"Now, let's go."

"Go and see my slave master and see what he thinks..."

Jiang Ding stood up slowly and laughed softly.

In addition to the necessity for promotion to the Emperor Realm, all kinds of strange feelings of closeness and loyalty from the slaves gradually began to grow, spread, multiply, and expand in his soul, and could not be eliminated no matter what.

These thoughts kept telling him that he was born to be a slave and must be loyal to his master, Emperor Yanliu, and fight for him, even at the risk of death. Even if Emperor Yanliu ordered him to kill his parents, wife and children, or even ordered him to commit suicide, he had to do it.

You must do it immediately, without any hesitation!

This is the duty of a servant!
This is the only meaning of your survival and the core of your imperial realm rules!

"Emperor Yanliu... Master..."

Jiang Ding's vision began to become hazy and blurred, and he murmured.

Keng!
The immortal blood river sword intent hummed softly, cleansing the sea of ​​consciousness.

Jiang Ding's eyes suddenly cleared and he came to his senses.

"Slave Emperor Scripture..."

For a moment, he was silent.

Even the Immortal Sword Intent of the fourth realm of swordsmanship could not eradicate the slave will in the slave race, it could only make him temporarily awake.

Because these slave thoughts come from the body and the soul, they can never be killed or eliminated!

This temporary awakening will become less and less effective as time goes by, until finally, even the fourth level of immortal sword will not be able to reverse his decline, and he will become a true slave. It is estimated that in another twenty years, these slave thoughts will completely submerge him.

It is so difficult for the strong among the slaves to rise.

Even if one is an unrivaled genius, it is useless if his talent exceeds that of the Tao body, and he will eventually perish.

The Blood River King was born at the wrong time.

If he was born in an era when the rule of the Horned Demon Emperor's realm was precarious, perhaps he could truly rise against the tide and become a great emperor of the human race.

"Let's go."

Jiang Ding waved his sleeves and turned into a ray of blood light and flew towards the teleportation array of the Huateng Small World.

His master has urged him many times.

……

The magic stone world.

At the place where the Blood River King was born, accompanied by the light of the teleportation array, a blood-robed Taoist slowly appeared in the center of the array.

In an instant, a cold, murderous, bloodthirsty aura spread in all directions.

This is not some kind of pressure, it's just that this Taoist has killed too many creatures, and the resentment of countless creatures is condensed on his body. The aura he exudes is enough to suffocate a general-level creature.

It's true that the generals are like ants.

"Greetings, His Royal Highness the Blood River King!"

There were already people coming to greet them. There were several thousand men and horses, all of whom were members of the Demon Emperor's clan who were at the level of generals, and all of them were the guards of the Emperor Yanliu.

——With the end of the Battle of the Emperor's Son, more than a dozen worlds were actually unified, countless lives returned to the service of the Emperor of Flame Flow, and the Royal Guards were instantly replenished.

At this moment, these imperial guards did not have the usual arrogance of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, looking down on the slave clan kings. They bent their bodies involuntarily and saluted with trembling.

The blood-robed Taoist in front of him slaughtered dozens of kings of the imperial family with his own hands!
They are just ants on the general's rank. How can they have the qualifications to look down on him from a high position?

Even if they themselves are going crazy, their bodies will not move at all!
"Your Highness the Blood River King, the prince asked me to come and greet you..."

The leading general, a top-level general from the Horned Demon Emperor clan, knelt on one knee and spoke tremblingly.

The blood-robed Taoist glanced indifferently at these imperial clans.

He did not respond, and with a flash of blood, he flew away and quickly disappeared into the horizon. It seemed that he had no intention of meeting Emperor Yanliu, and he did not even make a gesture.

"This……"

The general of the Horned Demon Emperor clan, who was at the peak of the general rank, stayed where he was, but did not dare to curse or yell. He could only look at the void in the distance with pleading eyes.

There, two tall and majestic figures slowly emerged, they were King Shenshan and King Moshan.

From beginning to end, neither of them dared to stop anything.

"He...what does this mean?"

The Mountain King was stunned.

"Just a trip back to my hometown."

King Shenshan waved his hands, as if he knew something: "King Xuehe's hometown seems to be a place called Zhenshan Sect? His sect, his relatives, and his people are all dead, but the land is still the same, nothing has changed."

"Since he chose to come and meet the Emperor's son, he must have compromised."

"In fact, whether he compromises or not, nothing can be changed."

King Shenshan said indifferently.

"The outcome is already determined."

Without the cover of the battle with the Emperor's son, when facing the Emperor directly, a slave king is just a stronger ant and no longer a crucial figure.

Everything has already ended.

(End of this chapter)