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Chapter 1111: The Great Sun Swordman Arrives in the Underworld

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, the Blood River Sword light suddenly rose up, and without a moment's hesitation, it slashed at the body of Emperor Yanliu.

Compared with this sword light, Emperor Yanliu is like an ant.

however,
Keng!
Just when the surging blood-river sword light was about to cut the Flame Emperor in half and devour all his blood and essence and turn it into ashes, it stopped and slashed on a sudden fiery red light curtain, splashing sparks.

The Blood River Sword Light retreated violently as if struck by lightning and suffered severe damage in an instant.

In fact, the fire light did not attack at all, but the recoil force alone was enough to shatter the sword light of an invincible king.

That piece of fire curtain was so thin, only the size of a hair, with strands of red flames flowing on it, and a chaotic aura. It contained an unknown power, which instantly made it extraordinary.

"...Quasi-Emperor level, formation..."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes slightly and tightly grasped the Blood River Sword which was shaking constantly and was extremely frightened.

It was actually severely damaged by this blow!

That fiery red light curtain didn't attack at all!

The light of the formation did not contain any recoil spells. It was simply like a mortal's wooden sword slashing at an iron ingot, causing it to be injured.

This kind of formation has another name in the immortal sect, the quasi-sixth-level formation!
This formation is basically the strongest formation arranged in the small thousand worlds. Stronger formations must involve the starry sky and the composite formations of multiple small thousand worlds. A single small thousand world cannot provide energy for a sixth-order formation, and even if it is arranged, it will not be able to show its power.

The most obvious feature of the quasi-sixth-level formation is that it possesses the power of order!

The power of order is a secondary derivative of the power of rules of the great refining void. It is a power generated by the complete cycle of the immortal path in the small world. Although this power is far inferior to the power of rules, it has a dominant and crushing power over the creatures below the refining void.

Take Xi Yuan, the last Great Sun Sword Master, for example. He mastered the power of the Great Sun Order the moment he was promoted to the Spirit Transformation Stage and became a quasi-sixth-level creature.

This is the peerless genius in the realm who killed the Eight Great Daoists with his own hands.

The previous generation of Great Sun Sword Master was even stronger than Photon. He had already completed the sword trial and killed nine great Daoists. He was even expected to comprehend the power of order in the Nascent Soul Stage and was about to break through.

Unfortunately, the timing was not right at that time. The last Great Sun Sword Master had died in battle, and the power of the Refining Void Stage personally took action. Chong Guangzi was killed by the powerful forces of the nine immortal sects.

Of course, in the historical records of the nine major immortal sects, it seems that they did it themselves, and the other eight major immortal sects only did some minor auxiliary work.

"Oh?"

"You, a lowly slave, actually know the quasi-emperor-level formation?"

The Flame Flow Emperor on the Flame Throne had regained his composure, his eyes full of tyranny: "Don't worry, your death won't be that easy. I will let you see the cruelest punishment in the world, the most detailed torture, and you will enjoy all the punishment techniques accumulated by the imperial family for countless thousands of years."

He simply stopped pretending.

Just as the Blood River King said, his acting skills were not good at all and were extremely poor. In front of an old cultivator like the Blood River King who had experienced many vicissitudes of life and lived for more than four thousand years, it was as if it was written on his face and he could not hide anything.

"Very good."

"The Yanshi family is really courageous."

Jiang Ding tried his best to calm the trembling Blood River Sword, and said in a low voice: "A potential slave emperor was given up without any hesitation, so decisive."

"I really didn't anticipate this beforehand."

"How can you, a short-sighted slave, know the background of the imperial family?"

Emperor Yanliu sneered with great disdain.

"Clap!"

He clapped his hands.

"Spare your life!"

"Please spare my life! Sir, our ancestor is the Blood River King, please..."

"I don't dare anymore..." Outside the palace, there were shrill cries.

Jiang Ding looked indifferent and unmoved.

The cries were getting closer and closer, and gradually, at the palace gate, two human monks whose flesh and blood were so blurred that they could hardly be recognized as human beings were dragged towards here by the imperial guards, leaving two scarlet bloodstains on the ground.

They are the Zhenshan Sect’s True Lord Jianshi and True Man Zishi.

Their bodies were covered in blood, with bones all over in many places and their internal organs spilling out. There was not a single intact place. Within their flesh and blood bodies, their souls had suffered a hundred times more terrible torture and destruction. Even the Yuanying Zhenjun who had stepped up step by step from the bottom could not bear it and begged miserably for a quick death.

"Blood River King."

"Do you know these two escaped slaves?"

The Emperor Yanliu carefully admired the expression of the King of Blood River, as if he was appreciating a bottle of fine wine, not missing any trace of happiness.

To his disappointment, the Blood River King was calm.

It was as if the two people dragged into the hall were not the last disciples of the sect whom he had painstakingly sent out, the last hope of the sect, but weeds seen everywhere on the roadside. He didn't care at all.

"Yanliu, you have a good father."

"He may be an emperor, but he's still willing to accompany you to do these childish things just to make you happy."

Jiang Ding said calmly: "However, one day you will realize that this kind of death and despair are bound to appear in the life of a strong person, and no one can escape it."

"In my life, I have experienced countless joys and sorrows, and bid farewell to countless loved ones."

"What can we do about these?"

Only the Great Emperor can easily see through his methods. Even the sons of the ancient emperors have to spend some effort, it is not that easy.

"Hahaha!"

"You are such an interesting servant, so interesting!"

Emperor Yanliu clapped his hands on the armrests and laughed loudly, unscrupulously: "Since you don't care, forget it. I have already sent people to exterminate the Zhenshan Sect. When the time comes, my men will send back the scenes of the massacre."

"I have already given the order to execute one disciple of the Zhenshan Sect every day, no more, no less. King Xuehe, you can watch carefully and let your humble slave experience more."

"Aren't you trying to sharpen your mind?"

"I will give you as much as you want. If you think it's too little, I will kill all the people in the Flame Stone Star Region one by one. How do you think that is?"

"Going through vicissitudes of life has tempered one's heart, hahahaha..."

He laughed wildly, and almost fell off the flaming throne.

"Yes, it is very interesting."

Jiang Ding also smiled slightly, put away the Blood River Sword, and drew his sword again.

hum!
This time, the sword no longer trembled, no longer trembling because of the contact with the quasi-emperor level power, and it couldn't even do a normal slash. Instead, it was - very excited.

When Jiang Ding placed his hand on the hilt of the sword, the world became quiet.

A terrifying aura of destruction, breaking of laws, prohibition of laws, distortion, and destruction appeared between heaven and earth, and an invisible ripple spread in all directions. The tall and majestic Flame Imperial Palace was frozen at this time, and many flames were forcibly dispersed, revealing the grayish-white palace walls.

The immortal spiritual particles were forcibly dispersed!

"This is……"

The Emperor Yanliu, who was laughing so hard that he was bent over, suddenly lost his voice.

boom!
A big sun!
Shine brightly between heaven and earth!
This was a brilliant golden color without a trace of other colors, extremely pure, containing destruction, distortion, and the extinction of the law. It was the great sun of the lord of the realm. It descended between heaven and earth for the first time, destroying the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of thousands of miles, and suppressing the emperor's son on the throne of fire.

(End of this chapter)