I am cultivating immortality in the chaotic world.

Chapter 282 "Today is the day to kill all the demons!"

"Prince Wei's Palace?"

When the woman's voice fell, there was a cry of surprise from the crowd. It was not that this force was very big. In fact, this force was just a small force that was not very popular in the fifth-grade fairy world.

When the old master was still alive, he could still be ranked high.

But the old master of the palace has died, leaving behind only a younger generation. Under this circumstance, the Prince of Wei's Palace has become much weaker, especially as it is said that during this period of time, the Prince of Wei's Palace is still fighting with a certain force and is in an incompatible state.

At a time like this, the Prince of Wei's Mansion actually dared to stand up.

this.
This is completely emotional. If there is any mistake, the demon clan will not need to fight back, and the forces fighting with the Prince Wei's Palace can take the opportunity to swallow up the Prince Wei's Palace.

But...it's not over yet!

Soon, a hoarse voice was heard again in the crowd.

"I am just a casual cultivator, so I can't do much, but I am willing to lend a helping hand to Badan."

An old man stepped out of the crowd and looked at Badan who was sitting on the ground. He smiled and said, "Friend Badan, do you still remember me?"

"Remember to remember."

Badan, who was sitting on the ground, smiled with slightly red eyes and said, "Back then you said you would be a casual cultivator for the rest of your life. I haven't seen you for so many years, but I didn't expect you would really be a casual cultivator for the rest of your life."

"And I!"

At some point in the sky, hundreds of cranes were flying towards us with their wings spread. Standing on the leading white crane was a middle-aged man with a bamboo flute on his waist. He looked elegant and had a steadiness and charm that a young man did not have.

"How can such a lively event be without my "White Crane Valley"? "

"The demon race has been rampant for thousands of years. At least today, the situation has changed."

More and more people came forward.

Endless flying boats and various mounts from the sky also came in batches. Among them were basically Bataan’s former friends. For a moment, the balance of victory began to tilt infinitely towards Bataan.

Among them, some people started calling their friends and preparing to come to support Bataan and lend a helping hand the moment the battle of Bataan began.

Some of them showed their strength in Badan, and both sides were injured in the battle with the demon tribe leader, and there was a slight chance of winning. After seeing many people standing up, they also stood up.

There were also people who originally wanted to stand up and help their old friends, but they were always worried about being retaliated by the demon tribe afterwards. When they saw that many people stood up and the balance of victory seemed to be tilting towards Badan, they stood up.

The common point is that everyone here has feelings for Bataan.

The difference is that the price each person is willing to pay for this relationship is different.

but.
This is enough.

If friends have done this much, what more can you expect? Everyone has his or her own life. It is impossible for everyone to give up everything they have, including their families, to help their friends.

He was able to stand up when he saw a chance of winning, and never took advantage of Bataan's misfortune when they were down and out.

If such existence cannot be called a friend, then what is a friend?

As more and more people stepped forward, the head of the "Kang Family", who was standing on the deck of a flying boat, an old man who had lived for who knows how long and had experienced countless worldly experiences, looked at Badan below with red eyes and broke out in a hoarse voice.

"Badain, everyone is here!"

"Next, let's counterattack!"

He was the first one to stand up. After he accepted the Yin Emperor's luck from the unknown strong man in Badan, he rushed back to the Kang family to gather all the members of the Kang family to come to their aid. For the sake of momentum, he even brought some flying boats for loading cargo.

The first person to stand up will need greater courage and pay a greater price. If he fails to completely kill the demon clan leader today, he will face endless revenge from the demon clan in the future.

but.
Someone has to be the first to stand up. His thoughts were simple. He had tried his best to remain rational, but he couldn't bear to watch his former big brother die in such a miserable way in front of him.

When he was weak in the past, Badan always stood in front of him and protected him.

Now he has become the patriarch and has his own small force. Although it is not as strong as the demon clan or the barbarian clan, and cannot be compared with such a big clan, he also has his own strength. If he still stands by and watches coldly at this time.

This incident will become his inner demon and torment him forever.

He remembered that Badan once told him that if one cannot do as he pleases in cultivating immortality, then he would be useless.

The words were rude, but he felt they made sense, at least at this time.

So he came and brought all the members of the Kang family with him.

"Do you want to rebel?!"

The Barbarian Chief, who was suspended in the sky, looked at the tens of thousands of Barbarian giants with an extremely unpleasant expression. Each of these giants was at least a hundred feet tall, and when gathered together, they looked extremely intimidating. He said gloomily, word by word, "All Barbarians, retreat now. I will not pursue this matter at all."

"Otherwise, all the barbarians who participated in this incident and their descendants will be reduced to slaves."

"Hey."

The leading barbarian giant met the barbarian chief's gaze without fear, and peeled off his armor a little, revealing the mark engraved on the stone, and grinned: "It seems that the chief is really a forgetful person. I am a slave to begin with."

"Name Brazil!"

"So what if they are slaves? King Badan was also born a slave, but he rose to the position of Immortal King step by step. Moreover, King Badan has long said that barbarians should not have slaves. Why can we decide that a newly born barbarian is a slave just based on a surname?!"

"As the chieftain, you have always said that the barbarians need to change and change the outside world's inherent impression of the barbarians. Why don't you change the slave issue?"

"Do the barbarians need slaves?"

"Or do you need slaves?"

"Let me tell you, most of those standing here are slaves, the leftovers of the barbarians who enjoy the least cultivation resources on weekdays. Only when King Badan was still around did people care about us. We are not strong among the barbarians."

"But we are not afraid of death. We are willing to die for Bataan. Can you scare us?"

While the two were talking.

At the end of the horizon, there was a steady stream of barbarians carrying their magic weapons and gathering towards the Demon Forest. Some of the barbarians here were slaves, while others were not.

But everyone has only one goal, which is to make Badan the king.

Patriarch.

Never self-proclaimed, but chosen by the tribesmen. All the barbarian tribesmen want Badan to be the king. This is what the people want. Only some of the barbarian chief's confidants are standing by with vigilant looks.

"Qicheng!"

The barbarian chief looked with an uncertain expression at a small group of barbarian giants who had just arrived. There were about a few hundred of them, but these few hundred people were the elite of the barbarians. In terms of threat, they were not much less than those tens of thousands of barbarian slaves.

"You are the second elder of the Barbarian Tribe, do you want to rebel against me?"

"Ah."

The leading barbarian giant said softly, "There is something wrong with your philosophy. How can the barbarians and the demons make peace? I have told you about this many times, and countless tribesmen are against it. But you, as the tribe leader, insisted on doing it your own way. This has caused dissatisfaction among many tribesmen, and everyone wants you to step down."

"Dissatisfied? Dissatisfied!"

At this time, the Barbarian Chieftain was gradually becoming hysterical and crazy, saying: "Do you understand strategy? Do you have any brains?!"

"Do you know what other races think of the barbarians? They are all stupid and brainless. It was only after I took over that the outside world started to think less of the barbarians. They are about to face disaster. If we don't make peace now, will we all perish together?"

"The brief peace is for a better future. Do you understand?"

"don't know."

The leading barbarian giant shook his head and said, "But I think what Badan said makes sense. The barbarians and the demons will never make peace at any time unless the beasts come on stage."

"I never said that."

Badan, who was sitting on the ground, shook his head, looked at the barbarian chief who was close to madness and said with a smile: "But this is not important. You see, don't think that you can bully the minority just because you bring a few people with you."

"I have quite a few people here."

"Then what's next"

Badan staggered to his feet from the ground with difficulty, called back the scarlet giant hammer and held it in his hand, aimed at the demon tribe leader who fell to the ground not far away and was on the verge of death, took a deep breath, and grinned.

"Everyone listen to my command and launch a counterattack!"

"Today, you and Badan will slaughter the demon tribe together!"

"Anyone who stands in our way must die!"

The moment the words fell.

"kill!!!"

The head of the Kang family, who had been unable to contain himself any longer, jumped off the flying boat with thousands of his clansmen and rushed towards the demon forest below.

A group of barbarian slaves also joined the battlefield, shouting and wielding their weapons.

Countless white cranes flapped their wings in the sky, and the pink light that fell down made everyone feel that their spiritual energy had become richer, their spells had become more powerful, and even their injuries recovered much faster.

The leisurely flute sounds echoing between heaven and earth also filled everyone's hearts with fighting spirit.

In an instant, the war broke out!
This time, it is no longer a one-on-one battle between Badan and the demon clan leader, but the connections that Badan has accumulated over the years. This battle with the demon clan will go down in history, and the scale of this war will be massive.

until now.

More and more forces are coming from afar to join the battlefield. Among them are not only Badan’s friends. Some of them have been bullied by the demons. They take advantage of the chaos to vent their anger. Even if they lose, the demons will not be able to find them in the future due to the chaos.

There are also forces that simply want to take advantage of the situation to rob. The Demon Forest is full of aged medicinal herbs, and the central area of ​​the Demon Forest is full of treasures. After killing these monsters, their bodies are also covered with treasures.

The scene was so chaotic. At this time, the demon forest, which was heavily guarded in the past, could be entered and exited freely. Even if one took away a herb, it would be a free gift.

There are also those who are eager to try it out after watching the fun.

In short.

The scene became more and more chaotic, but almost everyone tacitly joined the Bataan side, which made the balance of victory tilt more towards Bataan.

"kill!!!"

Badan staggered where he stood, looking at the huge monsters rushing towards them not far away and roaring, then he staggered to the huge lion lying on the ground dying.

"Hey."

Countless people passed by and confronted the big monster, making it impossible for the monster to rescue their leader.

Badan took out a bag of fine wine from his arms, took a big gulp, and then threw the empty bag aside. He looked at the demon chief lying on the ground with fear in his eyes, slowly raised the scarlet hammer in his hand and grinned.

"After fighting for so many years, it's time to put an end to it. Any last words?"

"It's better to express your unwillingness or something, such as kneeling in front of me and begging for my life. This will make me feel better."

"Don't pretend to be ready to die just to make me unhappy. I've fought with you for so many years, and I know your character too well. You are not that kind of person at all."

"Hurry up, start kneeling in front of me and begging me like I did when I kneeled in front of you and begged you. Maybe I can spare your life."

"hehe."

The demon clan leader, who no longer had the strength to stand up, lay on the ground. After weakly coughing up a ball of blood, he looked at Badan who was sitting beside him in a trance: "At our level, we are no longer so afraid of death. After all, who can live forever? Everyone will die."

"But there is something I need to tell you."

"When you knelt in front of me, I really intended to give you that ray of Yin Emperor's luck. After all, compared to watching you die, I would rather watch you, my enemy for many years, live in humiliation because of my pity." "It's just that..."

"It's just that the Barbarian Tribe leader found me and proposed a condition that the Demon Tribe couldn't refuse. He wouldn't let me give you this ray of Yin Emperor's luck."

"Otherwise, I would have sworn an oath to the demon clan's sacred object, the Fairy Water Well, so how could I break my promise so easily?"

"As for you."

The demon tribe leader suddenly laughed, and looked at Badan with a trace of contempt in his eyes: "I used to be very afraid of you. In my heart, you have always been an almost invincible existence. As the demon tribe leader, I have to use all my means to fight you to a draw every time, and you are even just a soldier in the barbarian tribe."

"But ever since you knelt down in front of me and begged me last time, I'm suddenly not afraid anymore."

"So, it turns out that you are not completely invincible."

"As for me--"

"No one in this world can judge me, not even you!"

Say it.

There was a gleam of ruthlessness in the eyes of the demon clan leader. He used up the last bit of his strength, raised his lion claw and smashed it hard on his own head. This was the last bit of dignity he left for himself.

However.
next moment--

Badan raised his foot and stepped firmly on the lion's claw. He slowly stood up and raised the scarlet hammer in his hand. "You are wrong. I was born to judge you. You don't need to provoke me. I don't plan to let the old patriarch leave here alive today."

"boom!!!"

Along with a loud crash, the once glorious demon clan leader turned into a blood mist and exploded in the center of the battlefield.

What followed was a decree from heaven.
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"Heavenly Edict": Heaven's response, the demon clan leader, Heaven's evil, the immortal king, the peerless genius Li Ming, should be remembered through the ages, but Heaven is jealous of talented people, and he completely died at the hour of Xu, and returned to Heaven.

When such a genius passes away, all living beings mourn and heaven and earth mourn him.
-
A decree from heaven dedicated to the leader of the demon clan, and then celestial music full of sadness was heard from the end of the world, and white snowflakes fell across the sky and earth.

Buried together with heaven and earth.

This scene also told everyone that the demon clan leader was dead, completely dead, and could not die any more.

The battlefield also came to a brief pause for a moment.

Those big monsters who had just tried their best to rush to the monster leader to rescue him suddenly lost all their fighting spirit in an instant. With a long roar, they led their monster soldiers and quickly retreated towards the central area of ​​the monster forest.

The patriarch is dead, what’s the point of fighting?

The demon clan has been defeated. What they need to do now is to retain as much manpower as possible, and then re-elect the clan leader after they have overcome this crisis.

Badain stood in the center of the blood mist, gazing into the horizon in a trance, while the scarlet giant hammer in his hand greedily absorbed the blood mist in the air.

The ending was a little different from what he expected.

The plot seems to have gone off track.

To think about it again, his original purpose of bringing Zhao Yishi up was to use death to wash away his humiliation. He thought that after experiencing that incident, his friends would be ashamed of him and would feel embarrassed to hear his name.

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But his friends didn't seem to feel ashamed or look down on him because of this.

He originally just wanted to come here to die, to wash away the humiliation and stimulate the warmongering spirit in Zhao Yishi's heart. But how did it turn out that he killed his own long-standing grudge with his own hands? And it seems that he is about to prepare to take office as the chief of the barbarians.

He looked at the group of people besieging the barbarian chief not far away, and felt a little dazed for a moment.

And at this moment——

The barbarian slave who was the leader just now appeared beside Badan at some point, took out a huge cloak from his arms and put it on Badan, saying respectfully: "King Badan, the weather is getting colder, please keep warm."

"This"

Badan looked down at the cloak on his body. This was the cloak that symbolized the chieftain of the barbarians since ancient times. Why was it put on him now? This... wasn't good, was it?
"Yeah!"

Two fists are no match for four hands. The Barbarian Chieftain who was fighting hard looked at Badan who had already put on his cloak. An indescribable anger rushed into his heart: "Badain, I knew you wanted to rebel. Do you admit it now?!"

"I don't want to either."

Badan spread his hands helplessly and said, "The people below put the cloak on me themselves."

"Look, look!"

The somewhat exasperated Barbarian Chief took the time to look at Badan during the battle, and said angrily, "I've said it before, you just like everyone to push you to the throne, and then you look helpless and sit in this position secretly and happily."

"You didn't admit it yet, do you admit it now?"

"Badain, ah Badan, you have kept that face of yours for thousands of years. You are so cruel. You have deceived everyone except me. I have seen through your true face a long time ago!"

"Ugh."

Badan sighed lightly and weighed the giant hammer in his hand: "Although I don't admit what you said, you are right about one thing. It is really cool now."

"So."

After taking a deep breath, Badan pointed his giant hammer at the Barbarian Chieftain and shouted, "All Barbarians, listen up. After we kill the old Chieftain, all Barbarian slaves will be free again!"

"The barbarians and the demons will never make peace!"

"Today is the day to slaughter all the demons!"

"Roar!!"

The moment the words fell, countless barbarian slaves rushed forward with red eyes.

"King of Badan."

At this time, the second elder of the Barbarian Tribe who had led hundreds of Barbarian Giants to support came to Badan and said calmly, "First of all, I highly recommend you to become the Barbarian Tribe leader. You have the strength and reputation, but I need to explain something about this Barbarian slave."

"The Barbarian Chieftain is extremely powerful, but also consumes a lot of resources."

"Since ancient times, the barbarians' resources have only been enough to provide a small number of people with cultivation, so most of the barbarians can only be made slaves and the cultivation resources can be provided to a small number of people. If all the cultivation resources are divided equally, the final result will be that there will be no strong people in the barbarians, and all will be mediocre."

"The old patriarch may have made many wrong decisions, but he had no choice but to continue the barbarian slavery thing."

"I know."

Badan looked at the second barbarian elder beside him and said calmly, "I have lived among the barbarians for many years. I know this very well, but have you ever thought that these barbarian slaves don't care how much resources they can get from us."

“They just wanted to remove slavery.”

"This way, when I go out, I can proudly say, I am a barbarian, instead of trying to hide my barbarian stigma."

"So what if I don't have enough resources? Did I rise to prominence because of the resources given to me by my race? I earned it by punching myself out there!"

"All cultivation resources are equally divided!"

"If you want more resources, just do as I did and go out and rob them."

"."

The second elder of the Barbarian Tribe was silent for a long time before he said softly, "The mortality rate will be very high."

"The barbarians have grown up in war since ancient times. The closed-door training method of the human race is not suitable for us. The barbarians need constant fighting to grow up, and they can also make many friends."

Badan looked at the people fighting in front of him and said with a smile: "Don't lock up the barbarians, let them all go."

"Let them fight in the Heavenly Dao Secret Realm."

"Let them make their own friends."

"If every member of the Barbarian Tribe can make so many friends like me, who can mess with the Barbarian Tribe in the future?"

"This"

The second elder of the Barbarian Tribe said helplessly: "King Badan, not everyone is as popular as you are, and..."

"Do not."

Badan shook his head and said seriously: "There is nothing special about me. I am just sincere. Sincerity is the greatest killer. The outside world has always had the impression that the barbarians are dull. The old patriarch has always wanted to change this."

"I don't think it needs to change. That's not stupidity, that's sincerity."

"Barbarians are born with simple minds. Why should we do so many unnecessary things to change this? We just need to maintain this simple mindset."

"My idea is simple."

"You can't use lack of resources as an excuse to do something that hurts your people. I want all the barbarians to be proud of being barbarians, instead of labeling them as barbarian slaves. Do you know how many barbarian slaves cover up the marks on their bodies and still feel proud of being barbarians?"

"You treat them as slaves."

"But they are proud to be barbarians."

“Is that fair to them?”

"unfair."

"The sky may fall, the earth may sink, but only fairness will last forever. Now that I, Badan, am here, I want all the barbarians to find fairness!"

"Let every barbarian be proud of being a barbarian!"

"."

The second elder of the Barbarian Tribe was silent for a long time before he whispered, "King Badan, I admit that this is very tempting, but it is a bit too idealistic."

"As long as a slogan is shouted out, it will eventually come true."

"But if you don't dare to shout it out, it will never come true."

Badan tilted his head and looked towards the east in a trance. "Just like I only met Master Chen once, but he was willing to lend me the Yin Emperor's luck. I think sometimes, maybe only by believing in miracles can you really welcome miracles."

"correct--"

Badan reacted suddenly, and with an anxious look on his face, he staggered towards the center of the demon forest, swinging his hammer: "Hurry, hurry, don't let these big demons run away with the demon treasures!"

He took a lot of healing medicine. Although he was still seriously injured, he could still walk with difficulty.

The Yin Emperor's luck given to Master Chen has not yet been repaid.

See if he can find the Yin Emperor's Luck of the demon clan, and then return it to Master Chen. He has already put away the storage ring of the demon clan leader, but has not cracked it yet, so for the time being he does not know whether the Yin Emperor's Luck is in this storage ring or in the demon clan's treasure house.

This is a big deal!

If he could repay this bit of Yin Emperor's luck, he would have less psychological burden when he sees Master Chen again. Otherwise, he really doesn't know how to repay this great favor.

"."

The second elder of the barbarian tribe looked at Badan's departing back with a complicated expression and remained silent. It must be said that he was a little persuaded by Badan. Who doesn't want to make their race more cohesive?
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What kind of person is Master Chen, who could lend such a treasure to Badan after only meeting him once?

Could it be someone from the sixth-grade immortal world?
Not too possible.

But in the fifth-grade immortal world, no one should lend a treasure like the Yin Emperor's Luck to someone they have only met once. Although it is called lending, it is actually no different from giving it as a gift.

This should be an important figure. If the barbarians can rely on Badan's friendship with this important figure, the next disaster will be much easier to overcome.

(End of this chapter)