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Chapter 1276 Fellow Daoist Moshan, are you the Holy King?

boom!
The giant palm composed of sword energy pressed down.

This Heavenly Monarch from the Immortal Gate obviously used the sword as his weapon, but he chose to give up the sword and fight with his bare hands, and his contempt was evident in his words.

“Drink~ah!”

"Human ants..."

The Demon Mountain King roared and roared, burning his blood and essence in an instant. Infinite magic power and strength emerged in his meridians, causing his body to expand several times more.

He knew that only by showing strength would he be qualified to talk to the Immortal Sect!
He had already realized this and had made a lot of preparations for today. He did not place all his hopes on the promise of the Shadow Demon Abyss messenger.

"kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The Demon Mountain King held a huge black axe in his hand, and with his bloody mouth he swallowed up the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered from the entire ancestral formation, absorbing the magical military formation and evil spirits of many tribesmen and kings of the entire race.

All the strength was melted into one, the power was sublimated to the extreme, gathered on the giant axe, and chopped down at the giant palm in the sky.

The moment the giant axe was chopped down, countless strange visions occurred, scenes of vicissitudes of life. The people of the Moyan tribe were born and grew up in the mountains, and walked all the way to today, becoming the masters of the small world. They lay dormant, forbearing, and fighting. It was like the history books of the years melted into one furnace and transformed into this terrible axe.

If the Demon Rock Clan has a future, the Demon Mountain King will definitely be the Holy King of the race.

This axe,
It is the holy axe of the Demon Rock Clan!
Now, this axe, carrying the hopes of countless members of the Moyan tribe, the pride of the soldiers who had returned victorious from countless wars, and the will of countless tribesmen, slashed down on the giant palm that descended from the sky.

The moment the two come into contact.

The world seemed to freeze for a moment.

boom!
There was a slight crisp sound, like the sound of a balloon bursting.

This axe, which embodied the will of the entire Demon Rock Clan and the nascent vitality of the Holy Path that had just emerged in the realm, shattered the moment it touched the giant palm of the sky, turning into a ball of spiritual fragments. The black giant axe, which was refined from countless precious fifth-rank treasures of heaven and earth, shattered into countless powders.

It was all so simple that not even a ripple could be created in the surrounding space.

It was as if this axe, formed by hundreds of thousands of members of the entire Moyan Clan, was a child's play. It was not even capable of tearing apart space or breaking the breeze. It was too weak.

"No!"

"No no no!"

"Sir, please spare my life. This is all my fault..."

At this moment, the Mountain King showed fear and strong regret, and realized something.

boom!
Boom!

At the moment of contact with the giant palm of the sky, hundreds of thousands of members of the Mo Yan clan who formed the army formation, whether they were Nascent Soul-level generals, Golden Core-level lieutenants, weak soldiers, or even the inferior Qi-training level, were all shattered and exploded, countless blood mists scattered, and the entire Mo Yan Imperial Palace turned into a sea of ​​blood.

Countless young talents from the entire Mo Yan Clan, representing all the future members of this race, the countless nobles of the Mo Yan Clan who were high above everyone else, with groups of slaves, elegant and calm demeanor, at this moment exploded into countless blood mist, turned into ashes, and their souls were destroyed.

Everything turned to ashes, along with their self-proclaimed superiority.

Is this the end?
No, there isn't.

boom!
A giant palm from the sky broke through the boundary wall from outside the starry sky and fell, leaving a deep imprint on the earth. It was majestic and magnificent. The Demon Flame Imperial Palaces that had experienced the era of the Flame Stone Family and the Demon Rock Family were shattered layer by layer under the palm and turned into powder.

All the people inside, even the weakest woman, baby, or old man from the Mo Yan tribe, were killed completely, regardless of whether they had taken action or not.

Just like the tens of thousands of mortals and cultivators from the immortal sects who died in the Demon Flame Emperor's Palace.

"They're all dead..."

The monks recruited by the Nine Spirit Realm Small Thousand Worlds trembled as they looked at the once-glorious ancestral land of the Demon Rock Clan in the Demon Stone Small World.

Looking from the starry sky into the small world, a palm print covering thousands of kilometers is deeply imprinted on the mountains on the earth. There are gullies on it, and those are the lines of the palm, which are clearly visible without any mistakes.

The entire Moyan Clan, the Moyan Clan members of the Moyan Imperial Palace who tried to have the best of both worlds in the realm and dared to massacre the citizens of the Immortal Gate, were wiped out! No, there were still some omissions.

It's three people.

The Demon Mountain King, the Demon Fire King, and the bound Demon Iron King, they are all fine.

Not only were they fine, not even a hair was hurt, and no attacks landed on them, showing the ultimate precision in mana control.

The minds of the three remaining Demon Rock Clan kings were blank. Extreme fear, extreme sadness, and boundless regret emerged in their hearts.

A giant palm from the sky reappeared.

The giant palm scooped them up and returned beyond the starry sky.

The giant palm flew into the air, and a sword light split out and shot towards the northeast corner of the Small Thousand World. It forcibly dug out a seriously injured tiger god from deep underground, and flew out of the starry sky with him. Clouds, strong winds, and thunder layers kept passing around them.

"Black Tiger King..."

The Demon Mountain King stared at the new tiger god.

This was his opponent in the fight for the power over Demon Stone Xiao Qian. He had clearly been killed and even his body was torn in two, but he didn't want to appear again.

"The Mountain King!"

King Xuanhu looked at this genocide enemy with hatred.

However, the two kings no longer cared about their hatred for each other. They looked beyond the starry sky with horror, at the young man in blue who was approaching rapidly.

For the first time, they knew what it meant to be a realm overlord!
There is both tolerance and kindness, as well as iron-blooded killing.

Not every slave tribe is qualified to provoke, and those who violate the rules will inevitably pay a terrible price.

It seemed like just a moment, and the four kings had already arrived outside the starry sky and were forcibly dragged out.

A young man in blue looked at them quietly, seemingly without any killing intent.

Pfft!
The four kings knelt down at the same time. Even the king of the Demon Rock Clan, whose heart was filled with sorrow over the deaths of hundreds of thousands of his clansmen, knelt down and kowtowed continuously, hitting his forehead against the air again and again. Even though his forehead was cracked and bleeding, he did not dare to pause for the slightest.

The young man in blue looked at him indifferently.

The four alien kings did not dare to stop for even a second and kept touching the ground with their foreheads.

I do not know how long it has been.

"King."

"Oh, the King..."

Jiang Ding said calmly: "Four of you, it didn't seem to be like this when you slaughtered the citizens of my Xianmen."

"At that time, when I listened to the cries and wails of the citizens, I was so high-spirited that I wanted to dominate the changes in the realm. I wanted to use this as a bargaining chip to gain favor with all the nine immortal sects, accumulate strength, and rise up in the future to become the master of the realm like the Horned Demon Emperor Clan."

"Why has it become like this now?"

He held out his hand, his palm slender.

Moshan, a cultivator at the peak of the Spiritualization Stage, flew up uncontrollably. His body, as big as a mountain, kept shrinking and shrinking until it turned into a human-sized Moyan man. His neck fell into the hands of the young man in green, and with a creaking sound, pieces of stone chips fell off.

"Ok?"

"The Holy King of the Moyan Clan, Fellow Daoist Moshan?"

Jiang Ding asked calmly.

(End of this chapter)