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Chapter 1278 Why don’t you take the laws of the Immortal Sect seriously?
King Xuanhu stood in the starry sky.

His body is as big as a mountain, harder and stronger than ten thousand refined spiritual gold, and one of his tiger whiskers is more than ten meters long. Born as a ferocious tiger among the king of beasts, he was promoted all the way to the Spirit Transformation Stage and experienced countless bloody storms.

Even a slight wisp of his breath was enough to make billions of lives terrified, bleed from all seven orifices, and frighten to death.

However, at this time, although his body was still huge and unchanged, it gave people the illusion of a docile cat.

"Fellow Daoist, according to the management regulations of the Immortal Sect, if a terrible incident of citizens being massacred occurs, you have the obligation to accept the investigation, even if it means checking your soul."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

"No, Lord!"

"This is my soul. Even the Immortal Sect cannot..."

King Xuanhu was panicked and suddenly burst out all his magic power and blood essence, then turned around and fled madly.

hum!
In an instant, a destructive pressure burst out between heaven and earth. The Black Tiger King's body, as big as a mountain, froze immediately after he took a step. His soul and magic power became stiff and stagnant, and no longer flowed.

He staggered and retreated involuntarily, his huge head lowered and fell in front of the young man in blue.

"Why,"

"There are always people who don't take the laws of the Immortal Sect seriously?"

Jiang Ding whispered, his hand gently placed on the forehead of the Black Tiger King: "Compared to the 'unpredictable punishment, unfathomable power' of the Eight Great Immortal Sects, the Horned Demon Emperor Clan treats the king as a slave, and beats, scolds, and whips him at will. The laws of the Immortal Sect are so clear, everything is stipulated, and all situations have ways to deal with and countermeasures. Nothing will change."

"All citizens are restricted and protected by the laws of the Immortal Sect. They will not do anything cruel. All dignity is reserved for you."

"Such a generous gift, why don't you cherish it?"

A terrifying divine consciousness mixed with the six orders poured into the soul of King Xuanhu with the immortal sect's secret soul-searching method. The seven times larger soul and order power of the same level made all of King Xuanhu's resistance as fragile as paper and was easily punctured.

Scenes appeared before Jiang Ding's eyes.

A black tiger born in the Xianghu tribe, grew up, suffered humiliation in the era of the Horned Demon Emperor, fawned, and then got a great opportunity, his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, his bloodline leaped... All these things, the life of King Xuanhu passed by quickly, in which there were many insights that were very precious to the gods, natural treasures, and scriptures of the demon clan.

Jiang Ding completely ignored all of this and accelerated again and again, finally coming to the period more than a hundred years ago when the citizens were massacred.

The sweet words, repeated promises and assurances of the Shadow Demon Abyss monks, the greed in Black Tiger King's heart, his desire to become the master of a realm like the Horned Demon Emperor clan, and all the benefits, prompted him to make up his mind to fight hard. However, in the end, he failed to do so and was defeated by the Demon Rock clan, which had a deeper foundation.

All these things are normal and not sinful.

Everyone has ambitions, and the immortal sect never convicts people based on their thoughts. As long as no real actions are taken, everyone's thoughts are free.

Until, a picture.

More than ten thousand citizens of Xianmen were attacked by the Demon Mountain King in their base. Citizens kept dying at the hands of the king. King Xuanhu watched indifferently until the end.

He saw the last citizen being grabbed and devoured by a talented young man from the Demon Rock Clan. The citizen was chewed into a mass of rotten meat while wailing, and his soul was devoured.

This talented young man from the Moyan tribe showed an expression of enjoyment.

The strength of the citizens of Xianmen is not that great, most of them are at the Jindan stage and below, and there is no improvement in their cultivation. However, the identity of the overlord of the realm allows this young talent of the Moyan clan to gain the pleasure of surpassing his cultivation.

The Immortal Sect is not without strong people.

A hundred small thousand worlds are too big.

The Immortal Sect was unable to send out so many people, so it chose to compromise temporarily, granting many slave tribes more favorable rights, less offerings, and setting a deadline. Everything was aboveboard, and they had no intention of breaking their promise.

From beginning to end, King Xuanhu watched indifferently.

At the end, he still didn't see any strong men from the Immortal Sect coming. He sighed regretfully, turned around and left.

At this point, all the scenes have been finalized.

"Fellow Daoist, you are in such a good mood, watching the show from beginning to end..."

Jiang Ding let go of his hand and said coldly. "Haha!"

"Your Excellency, you are so domineering."

King Xuanhu woke up from the severe pain and laughed miserably. He did not dare to curse or rant because he still had his people. He just said unwillingly: "In this realm, there are endless powerful tribes and endless geniuses. If you encounter the same fate as me in the future, please remember the cause and effect of today."

"I am like this, and so is your Excellency!"

"If there comes a day, I will."

Jiang Ding slowly placed his hand on the hilt of the sword and said indifferently: "If the Immortal Sect really encounters an opponent that it cannot resist, we will find a way to escape. If we can't escape, we will surrender. This is the cold and cruel nature of the realm."

"And they will never rush out to reap the fruits of victory of a powerful tribe when the powerful tribe's strength is intact."

"Fellow Daoist Xuanhu, what do you think?"

"..."

King Xuanhu was stunned.

Then, he showed a miserable look.

"Indeed."

"Thank you for your guidance, Your Excellency."

King Xuanhu bowed.

Keng!
A sword light bloomed, flickered, and disappeared.

A blood mark appeared on the neck of the Black Tiger King and expanded rapidly. Then the tiger head as big as a mountain rolled to the ground, and a fountain of blood spurted out dozens of feet high. The tiger body as thick as refined spiritual gold collapsed backwards.

The tiger king died.

"Attack."

Jiang Dingjian put the sword back into the sheath, pointed at the magic stone world and said: "There are still tens of millions of people from the magic rock tribe in this world. Go and kill all the people from the magic rock tribe who directly or indirectly participated in the massacre of citizens. Kill all the slaves who directly or indirectly participated in the massacre of citizens. Kill all the slaves who resisted the will of the immortal sect."

Execution, execution, execution.

The constant appearance of this word caused many monks in the Small Thousand Worlds to shudder in their hearts. This kind-hearted master showed horrifying bloodiness when the citizens were massacred.

"Establish the order of the immortal gate on earth."

"Bring all the Jindan cultivators who are willing to join the Immortal Sect to me."

"Yes! Commander!"

Millions of monks from the smaller worlds responded respectfully, and their voices shook the galaxy.

Then, they left cleanly and neatly, not daring to delay even a moment. Under the care of the Divine Transformation cultivators, one after another the Immortal Sect's second and third line fleets broke through the boundary wall of the Small Thousand Worlds, fought their way into the Demon Stone World, and landed in the Small Thousand Worlds.

Among these cultivators who landed, there were only cultivators at the Jindan stage or below. This was determined by the consciousness of the Small Thousand Worlds.

All foreign creatures at the Nascent Soul stage and above are repelled and fall into a greatly weakened state, making it difficult for them to carry out landing operations. All attacks against native Golden Core and below creatures will be deflected.

Similarly, the consciousness of the small thousand worlds will not protect local Nascent Soul cultivators and those above.

This is exactly why Jiang Ding and many other gods can attack the creatures in the small world.

If the low-level cultivators are not near the high-level cultivators and are affected by the attack, they will not be in danger. Only by carrying out landing operations can they completely clear the area and occupy the Small Thousand World.

At this moment, the Immortal Sect’s millions of recruited fleets descended on the Demon Stone World.

At the same time, in the Demon Stone World, all the Nascent Soul cultivators of the Nu clan who were not members of the Demon Rock clan flew respectfully to the outside world, came before the cultivators of the Immortal Sect, and paid homage to them.

(End of this chapter)