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Chapter 889 The Emperor's Son from Outside the Territory

The ten Daoists stared at the tall and majestic Horned Demon who suddenly appeared, and remained silent.

The son of Emperor Mingtian was also fearful.

He looked around, with a strong sense of foreboding in his beastly instinct, confusion, shock, etc.

The two parties just stared at each other without making any movement for a while.

Jiuda Daozi no longer fled, and Jiang Ding did not chase him anymore. He just stopped and remained silent.

Jiang Ding felt a strong sense of fear in his heart.

The unknown immortal civilization has powerful space teleportation and positioning technology, which can even directly locate the Yin-Yang virtual world of the domain outside the domain, and teleport to the domain from an unknown distance.

The space technology contained in this is shocking.

In the path of immortality, space is a direction that cannot be avoided. If space magic and techniques are powerful, would other aspects be weak?
Will there be a supreme being at the level of Lianxu, or even above Lianxu?
Such speculations make people feel fearful, uneasy and dare not act rashly.

If this immortal civilization has an existence above the level of refining emptiness...

Jiang Ding felt a little horrified when he thought of the consequences.

He seemed to see the horrific scene of his home planet with blood raining down, citizens’ lives dying like grass, and warships falling in large numbers, and it could not be changed no matter what.

but!

If this immortal civilization did not have any existence above the refining void!

So, perhaps we should consider whether there are human beings within the rule of this race, this immortal civilization, whether human beings are oppressed, and whether human rights are preserved.

Or, have other weaker races been oppressed by the Horned Demons?

This is a fight for the justice of the realm and the cause of the race!

In an instant, everyone's hearts were in turmoil, with fear, desire, excitement, and only their breathing became slightly heavy. No one dared to act rashly.

Gradually,
Jiang Ding looked at Aoki Michiko and Ji Liuyue.

The other eight Taoist disciples of the Immortal Sect, including An Tuzi and Tianji Daozi, also looked at Qingmu Daozi.

Among them, Qingmu Daozi, who majored in "Qingdi Changsheng Sutra", has a stronger affinity for life, not only for humans, but also for monsters, demons, and even spirits. He has a natural affinity and goodwill towards them.

"Jiang Dingzi, can you protect me temporarily?"

Ji Liuyue did not refuse, and her clear voice rang in Jiang Ding's ears.

This is the instinct of the disciples of Qingmu Immortal Sect.

They always look for the strongest person in the surrounding area to protect themselves. This is not shamelessness. The disciples of Qingmu Xianzong have something to give back to the other party, that is, powerful healing and auxiliary abilities.

It's a win-win situation overall and not annoying in most cases.

"Okay, I will."

Jiang Ding promised: "Liu Yuezi, as long as you are not facing a life-and-death crisis, I will not give up on you."

To express his seriousness, he even used honorifics.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist."

Ji Liuyue had a clue in his mind, took a step forward, bowed, and smiled cutely: "Daoyou, where are you from?"

"Backbone Adi... dig hair..."

The son of Emperor Mingtian emitted such a wave of spiritual consciousness.

The Daozi around frowned.

They could vaguely hear that this was an orderly frequency of spiritual consciousness fluctuations, but they had no idea what it meant. Some frequencies of spiritual consciousness fluctuations were like this in this realm, but not in the other civilization. It was completely different.

"Daoyou, where are you from?"

Ji Liuyue didn't seem too surprised by this. He thought for a long time and asked again. The frequency of his spiritual consciousness fluctuations was obscure and difficult to understand, and it was also an unfamiliar language.

Jiang Ding thought.

"It is the language of the Horned Demons, the former ruling race of this realm."

The voice of Master Gulin came, who was also watching this side, understood the meaning, and took a deep breath: "This race, in appearance, is very similar to the Horned Demons, like the differences between primates, orangutans, gorillas, and humans. Perhaps they come from the same civilization."

"One civilization..."

Jiang Ding gripped the hilt of the sword slightly.

The horned demons in this realm love to keep humans and other intelligent creatures as captives to sacrifice their bloodline ancestors. The crimes they have committed against humans are too numerous to list, and it is almost impossible for them to coexist with humans.

"Father Heidenheim, what the hell..."

The son of Emperor Mingtian showed a puzzled expression, as if he understood part of it, but felt it was very nonsensical. A cold light flashed in the depths of Qingmu Daozi Ji Liuyue's eyes, and he continued to change the language and said respectfully: "Daoyou, can you tell me your name so that we can pay our respects to you."

This time the language is simple and vicissitudes of life. It is naturally rhythmic and contains countless mysteries.

Jiang Ding's heart moved.

This time he could understand the language without anyone explaining it to him.

This is an ancient fairy language.

The legend about the distant ancient times when true immortals ruled the earth was widely circulated and accepted by all races. Perhaps the middle and lower classes did not understand it, but the upper classes definitely did.

The longer the power's heritage, the more so.

In the Xianmen Library, there is a heritage of ancient immortal language, which Jiang Ding once learned for the purpose of exploring the realm.

"Take the Gaga Express..."

The Emperor of Mingtian still looked confused.

Ji Liuyue nodded slightly and stepped back.

"He is stalling for time. He can understand the ancient fairy language."

Ji Liuyue's gentle voice fell into Jiudaozi's ears: "It seems that he is not the overbearing and unparalleled dominant race? Or is he a non-top figure in the dominant race? Or..."

There was a strong sense of doubt in her words, and she did not dare to draw a conclusion easily.

The race and power that dominate the realm.

She hadn't seen it, but she had seen half of it.

The swordsmen of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion have always been domineering and unrivaled. No matter the enemy or the number of people, they will fight first. If they are defeated, they will die or escape. They are never afraid of anything.

'Or maybe, that's just how strong it is.'

The people around her completed the rest of her words in their minds.

Jiang Ding was also in deep thought.

"Fellow Daoist Shadow Demon,"

After a moment, Jiang Ding showed a gentle smile and looked at the weakest among the Daoists, the Shadow Demon Daoist at the Foundation Establishment Stage: "Daoyou has the most suitable strength, at the Foundation Establishment Stage, and happens to have the fighting power of a Daoist. He is deceptive and can provide some cover for this realm. Can you come forward and spar with this Daoist?"

"Remember, you must be respectful when you are performing etiquette. We are a nation of etiquette, representing the justice of the thousands of races in the realm."

He believes this is very reasonable.

"Why?"

Shadow Demon Daozi snorted coldly: "Why not you..."

Keng!
Jiang Ding pulled out half of the sword in his hand.

"you……"

Shadow Demon Daozi felt a chill in his heart, as if he had fallen into an icy cave. His whole body trembled instinctively. Even the Shadow Demon Puppet could not stop him at all.

Alone, he is nothing in front of Dayi Jianzi.

He couldn't say the rest of the words.

"save……"

Shadow Demon Daozi looked around for help.

An Tuzi, Yu Qianzi, Wanshou Daozi, Xuanwu Daozi and others, even Tianji Daozi, all looked at their noses with their eyes and their hearts with their noses, as if it had nothing to do with them.

Someone has to do this.

If Dayi Jianzi was weak, they could join forces to threaten him and force him to compromise. The reality is different, and someone will have to sacrifice, which is unavoidable.

Shadow Demon Daozi was silent.

Jiang Ding said nothing, his expression was kind, he slowly drew out his sword, without letting out any cold murderous intent, all of which fell on the helpless Shadow Demon Daozi.

The sword is about to be unsheathed.

"Bye,"

"The Supreme Emperor's Son,"

The Shadow Demon Daozi showed a respectful and flattering smile on his face, stepped forward and bowed deeply to the Dark Sky Emperor, and said in ancient immortal language: "I am of low strength and low status, and I admire the majesty of the upper sect. If you can give me some guidance, I will be very grateful."

(End of this chapter)