A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Baizu Tianjun's life breath completely disappeared.

Not just here, within three breaths of his body's death, the prototype of the Metal Destroying Sword's Karma spread everywhere along with the connection between the body and the split soul.

At this moment, there were seven monks all over the world, one of whom was a monk from the Hunyuan Fatian Capital, and sixteen demon monks. A bright red blood-gold pattern appeared on their foreheads, which was cold and cold.

Jin Zhiyuan has repeatedly confirmed that it is the life formed by the centipede soul of Baizu Tianjun devouring the soul of others, and many people don't even know it.

Then, these human-monk monks fell to the ground and died silently, their souls completely destroyed.

These many deaths occurred in public, causing panic among many monks around them.

Many monks did not hesitate to sue the officials and recruit monks from the Great Sun Changjian City - these swordsmen took on almost all the killing tasks in the Tushan Atrium, chasing murderers and so on, with high quality and low price, high efficiency and good service. Good attitude.

It had to be this way, because Tu Shanlu did not allow them to kill people and practice swordsmanship without rules, and internal fights to the death were not allowed.

Occasionally, if someone violates the rules, the Tushan Maid Group will come forward and kill them.

In order to find their opponents, the sword cultivators of the Great Sun Sword Sect were so worried that their hair turned white. They usually fought wildly and with limited swords, but when there was an enemy-killing mission that conformed to the Tushan Law, every one of them had green eyes.

Fortunately, there are still some of these enemy-killing missions.

The great power of the cultivators belongs to themselves, and there is no central array spirit computer to watch all the time. Coupled with the influence of the original social atmosphere of Beiyuan, there are many old cultivators who are approaching the end of their life and fall into madness. They have all kinds of grievances and hatreds, and are narrow-minded. Humans, demons, racists... and so on. While the world of Xiaoqian is basically stable, there are many murder cases every year, involving the construction of the foundation pill Yuanying and so on.

These are the jobs of the sword cultivator of the Great Sun Sword Sect.

They set up a captain's office to be responsible for such things.

Of course, these murder cases basically cannot reach Jiang Ding. In his eyes, everything is beautiful, the monks are orderly and polite, and everything is in order, which is also true.

If he doesn't look for it deliberately, nothing bad will appear in his life.

"Cleaning is complete..."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, showing satisfaction.

In the golden causal induction, the living beings directly connected with Baizu Tianjun no longer exist in this world.

The only thing that was a little surprising was that Baizu Tianjun actually didn't leave any resurrection backhand, soul splitting or the like on the sixty-year-old centipede named Jiajin, as if he had forgotten it.

It seems that he is as cold and ruthless as the centipede king, and he also has the feeling of licking calves.

Jiang Ding stretched out his hand and a golden-green centipede carapace flew in front of him.

Baizu Tianjun burned everything, and the flesh, blood, soul, and soul were turned to ashes. The only thing left was this golden-green carapace, which is considered a fifth-level top-grade natural material and earthly treasure. It can be refined into armor, starry sky fortress gun barrels, and engine bulkheads. Class, added as biological material for smelting, it can improve the performance of the starry sky fortress and is valuable.

"The concentrated essence of the fifth-level high-grade demon body should be worth trillions of low-grade spiritual stones..."

Jiang Ding made an estimate.

His consciousness scanned back and forth on the carapace, repeatedly confirming it, and finally broke off a centipede segment that was as tall as a man.

This is Baizu Tianjun's magic weapon for storage.

"After all, he is also the ruler of Southern Xinjiang. This money cannot be less..."

Jiang Ding happily put it in his hand and played with it: "Fellow Taoist Baizu, don't worry, after deducting my appearance fee, I will donate 5% of this ill-gotten wealth to the hundreds of millions of demon creatures in southern Xinjiang. Helping them recover from their difficult lives is also your atonement.”

He released a subtle ray of divine consciousness and sword intent, which landed on the arthropod restraint.

I don't plan to open the storage magic weapon now. After all, it is forbidden to become a god. It will take at least half a year to a year or two. I just want to explore the bottom first.

"This restriction is quite rough."

Jiang Ding took a look and felt stable.

Click~

Just as he was about to study it carefully, the centipede's limbs flashed with inspiration, revealing a subtle spiritual energy fluctuation. The storage magic weapon's restriction spontaneously opened, and a complex and indescribable wave of divine consciousness appeared from it, spreading in all directions. spread out.

"this……"

Jiang Ding was stunned for a moment, and then his expression immediately became serious.

He stared at the arthropod without saying a word.

A mass of brown, dried flesh.

It flew out slowly from Baizu Tianjun's storage joints, causing an obscure wave to spread in all directions, searching for something.

"It's been ten thousand years...this little centipede is dead..."

"……could not find it……"

This mass of dry flesh and blood whispers, like life and a magic weapon, performing some kind of unfinished spell.

"...Attachment to creatures...looking for..."

It murmured that there was some way to determine the most potentially powerful creature nearby, and it was unwilling to change hosts frequently.

Soon, the object was locked.

It flew towards Jiang Ding's eyebrows unhurriedly.

It is clearly in front of you, but it seems to be illusory. It is flying precariously in another space and seems to be about to fall at any time. However, those who witness this scene have a strange premonition that it will definitely appear between the eyebrows. Generally speaking, destiny cannot be changed.

"Above the gods..."

Jiang Ding's heart trembled and his hair stood on end.

Without thinking, he immediately touched the tip of the broken sword with his consciousness and left here.

Now, facing Lianxu, he will die!

Not only facing the body of Lianxu, but also any means, spells, and spiritual attacks of Lianxu are useless!

Buzz!

At this moment, a blue city mark appeared between Jiang Ding's eyebrows, spreading circles and circles around. He became hazy and seemed to disappear, taking him away.

The mark of the end of the law city of Xianmen!

At the same time, a ray of blue electromagnetic light, containing the light of unknown power, fell on the dried flesh and blood.

The dried flesh and blood paused and stopped in the air.

"... People..."

The obscure and complex spiritual fluctuations appeared again.

It scanned the boy in front of it and felt the brilliance of the boy's eyebrows.

Then, it left silently and disappeared.

"What is this?"

Jiang Ding's heart was pounding, and he tried his best to suppress his instinct to touch the broken sword tip and escape, as well as the fear in his heart.

While feeling fear, along with the gentle hum of the Taiqing Flying Sword, his sea of ​​consciousness became colder and colder. Without the influence of emotions, it became as precise as a machine.

This world is very important. It involves the path of refining emptiness and even the path above refining emptiness. He really doesn't want to give up unless he is in a situation where he must die.

Jiang Ding froze in the air.

For a long time, it was like this. He didn't move, didn't leave, and his expression was changing.

Several months passed in a flash.

That mass of dried flesh and blood didn't appear again. It really left. Even the related memories gradually blurred, as if it was just an illusion.

Only in the sound of the Taiqing Flying Sword could he recall it again.