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Chapter 1277 A Poor Performance

All the ambitions, high spirits, and great plans of the Demon Rock Clan turned into illusions when the tentacles of the realm overlord really arrived.

Everything is disappearing into thin air.

“Tianjun…”

"The Immortal Sect's Heavenly Monarch..."

There was a look of intense pain in the eyes of the Demon Mountain King, and he no longer had the demeanor of a heroic lord who looked down on everything as he slaughtered the citizens of the Immortal Sect.

Click, click, click!

His bones and soul were shattered inch by inch.

He had a clear premonition of his own death, but he did not dare to curse or roar. Instead, he showed a look of deep pleading.

At this moment, the ancestor of this powerful ruler who ruled the small world disappeared.

The servile servant who used to serve Emperor Yanliu is back again, begging for something from the powerful man from the realm overlord.

"Tianjun!"

"This... all of this is because Demon Mountain was blinded by greed. He didn't know how high the heaven was and how deep the earth was. He ignored the advice of many cultivators in the clan and insisted on doing it his own way."

"The Mountain deserves eternal death, and his soul will never be reincarnated!"

"All this has nothing to do with the Demon Rock Clan. Please don't implicate innocent people."

The Mountain pleaded.

But he could do nothing and could not move. His body, as big as a mountain, was grabbed by the neck by a slender hand. Apart from speaking, he could not even commit suicide.

"Haha, of course you are going to die, and you will die by soul-searching."

Jiang Ding smiled.

"Your race will not be spared either. All those involved, whether they are indirect or direct members of the Magic Rock tribe, will die. At most one or two will be preserved as a gene pool for species diversity."

"Tianjun!"

The Demon Mountain King was horrified, showing despair and deep resentment that could not be washed away even with all the water in the world. He said bitterly, "I just acted on my own will. What does it have to do with others?"

"The Iron Demon King tried to dissuade me, but I seriously injured him and almost beat him to death. It was all because of my stubbornness. The Immortal Sect has always been kind..."

"Shut up! Such a crude trick!"

"What a ridiculous performance. The Demon Rock Tribe has just separated from the Slave Tribe and lacks political experience to such an extent that they are so naive."

Jiang Ding interrupted him with anger in his eyes.

He looked at the Demon Iron King who was bound with iron chains. There was a strong look of disgust in his eyes. The Demon Iron King was almost beaten to death by the Demon Mountain King for trying to stop the massacre of the citizens of the Immortal Gate.

This kind of disgust even exceeds that towards the Mountain King, the person primarily responsible for the massacre of citizens.

"The Mountain!"

"Do you think that I, or other immortals, are so stupid? With just a few performances, we can jump left and right and occupy any road."

"what?"

Jiang Ding's eyes were cold.

Citizens, if you die, you die.

The deaths of citizens are also used as props for performances.

This is something he cannot tolerate!

If it weren't for some necessity, the entire Demon Rock Clan would have died and paid the price.

"Tianjun!"

"What does this mean, Lord Tian?"

King Mo Tie knelt on the ground, kowtowed, tears streaming down his face: "When the immortal sect monks were killed, I tried my best, really tried my best. My limbs were broken and I was tied up with iron chains, but I was unable to stop the traitor Mo Shan. Please understand!"

"Among the Demon Rock Clan, there are many who oppose this matter, but they are suppressed by the Demon Mountain and can do nothing about it."

"If you don't believe me, please search my soul!"

The Iron Demon King kowtowed and swore to the heavens, crying blood with every word.

He was sincere to the extreme.

"Try your best?"

"What a great effort!"

Jiang Ding's voice began to show anger: "Daoyou, you did a good job! You tried your best, but your soul and blood didn't burn. Is that really how hard you tried?"

"Are you dead? Huh?" "Or, Fellow Daoist Motie, in your usual fights and battles, when you were faced with certain death, you were unwilling to burn your blood, spirit and soul and bow your head to wait for death?"

"Fellow Daoist, when you act, you have to act more realistically, okay?!"

he growled.

"I didn't pay any price. I just put on a show and got severely injured. Then I believed it. No matter what, the Moyan tribe had a way out. No matter what, some of the Moyan tribe members were still alive. Is that right?"

"This……"

Mo Tie was stunned.

He felt a chill down his spine, as if frozen, and a strong sense of regret arose in his heart.

Yes.

After all, he is the king of the Demon Rock Clan and a deity. There is no way he can die. Who would believe such a performance?
Will the Overlord of the Realm believe it?
Keng!
Jiang Ding drew his sword and slashed it down.

The Demon Iron King, who was still in a daze, felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows and his body became stiff. In the intense fear, his soul could not even react and was reduced to ashes.

A dark demonic mountain fell down, and huge rocks rolled down.

The king of the Demon Rock Clan, who claimed to be the king of the Immortal Sect, was the first to die.

"Foolish people, there is no need to survive."

Jiang Ding stared at the Demon Mountain King in his hand.

He was completely desperate and seemed to want to curse, roar, and rant, but at this moment he even lost the ability to speak.

"The citizens of Xianmen have been massacred and killed, so someone must pay the price. The entire Moyan Clan, directly or indirectly, must all die to commemorate the dead citizens."

Jiang Ding clasped his palms together.

boom!
The neck of the Demon Mountain King broke, and the fracture was smooth, as if it had been chopped by a knife. His head, as big as a mountain, rolled down, and his soul was destroyed.

This divine monk who led the Demon Rock Clan to the pinnacle of the small thousand worlds and became the ruling race, and who might be recorded as a holy king in the history of the Demon Rock Clan in the future, died.

boom!
A flash of sword light appeared, and the Demon Fire King, who had no right to speak from beginning to end, also died, like the weeds and dust on the roadside, without even a ripple.

The once powerful kings of the Demon Rock Clan all died.

King Xuanhu felt a chill in his heart, knelt on the ground, kowtowed deeply, his body trembling constantly, not daring to move at all.

In the past, he also had ambitions and wanted to occupy the Magic Stone Realm and establish his own regime. Otherwise, he would not have launched a war for hegemony, competed with the Magic Rock Clan, and was ultimately defeated.

How ridiculous does it seem now?
They actually tried to snatch food from the hands of the realm overlord who destroyed the Horned Demon Emperor!

"Fellow Daoist Xuanhu."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly.

"Don't dare!"

"Tianjun, you can just call me Xuanhu."

King Xuanhu said respectfully: "You have given me an order, but please allow me to obey you. Xuanhu will die for it and will not dare to disobey it in the slightest. If I do, I will punish you with my life!"

"No, not really."

"It's not that exaggerated."

Jiang Ding smiled and said, "The massacre of citizens has nothing to do with you. I know you didn't do it. I just want to ask you another question."

King Xuanhu breathed a sigh of relief: "Lord Tian, ​​please speak."

"I want to ask, were you there when the citizens were massacred? Did you burn your blood and spirit to try to stop it?"

Jiang Ding said with a pleasant face.

"I'm not here."

"Absolutely not!"

King Xuanhu pointed to the sky and swore solemnly, "If I hear this, I will definitely not let any of the immortal sect cultivators suffer any harm or loss!"

"That's good."

"That's good."

Jiang Ding breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "The latest "Regulations on the Management of Cultivators in the Small Thousand Worlds of the Immortal Sect" stipulates that if you are present and ignore the massacre of citizens of the Immortal Sect, you will have to be buried with them. This is an obligation that you have to bear when you accept the canonization of the Immortal Sect."

"Well, can you show me your spirit now, to confirm it?"

Jiang Ding asked politely.

King Black Tiger felt like he was falling into an icy cave.

(End of this chapter)