A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"Grandfather... wuwuwu..."

The gray-bearded old man hugged the Blood River King's thigh and cried loudly, tears and snot flowing down, holding tightly, refusing to let go, and soaking the Blood River King's blood robe.

"Ah!"

Jiang Ding sighed and let the little guy cry bitterly.

Unlike what most people think, the Zhenshan Sect, which is actually the Blood Dao Demon Sect, is very warm inside, at least in terms of the master-disciple relationship. There is no intrigue between the master and the disciple, you calculate me and I calculate you, and there is very little internal friction. It can be said that they are both masters and fathers, and both disciples and children.

That kind of typical internal intrigue is very common in the realm where the human race is prosperous, and it is harmless.

If it was in the Jiaoming Realm, there was still such internal friction, master and disciple calculations, and distrust, then this sect would have been destroyed long ago, and there was no room for strategic buffer at all. One wrong step would lead to death.

The Zhenshan Sect has come this far, and the birth of the God-Transforming Heavenly Monarch in the dangerous Jiaoming Territory is a miracle. The internal construction is naturally very well done.

The master of the Blood River King used to treat the Blood River King like his own son, and the Blood River King also treated his disciples like his own son, and the Blood River King's disciples treated his disciples in the same way... Passed down from generation to generation, the master of the Jianshi Zhenjun treated him in the same way, and he also treated the master of the contemporary supreme elder Zi Shi Zhenren in the same way.

Now, when he saw the Blood River King, the Jianshi Zhenjun would lose his composure and vent his emotions all at once, like an abandoned child who finally found his parents.

Jiang Ding was not in a hurry. He waited until Jianshi Zhenjun's crying subsided, then he gently touched his head and sighed: "You have suffered these years."

"No, no."

"How can it be as hard as our ancestors."

Jianshi Zhenjun wiped his snot and tears, stood up, and said: "I have heard about our ancestors in these years. They have been hunted and hunted, hiding, fighting for life and death, and they may be surrounded and killed by the kings of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan at any time. It is much harder than disciples."

He said uncomfortably, without any resentment.

In this Horned Demon Emperor Clan order, everyone has a very hard life, and no one is not carrying a heavy burden.

“Come, Zi Shi, come here.”

Jianshi Zhenjun waved his hand and called the current Zhenshan Sect’s Grand Elder Zi Shi Zhenren over, and proudly said: “This is our sect’s ancestor, the 76th generation ancestor, Xuehe Tianjun who was promoted to Huashen Tianjun more than 4,000 years ago!”

“You are so lucky, little kid. When I was young, I didn’t have such a great opportunity.”

He said proudly, and instantly switched back to Yuanying Zhenjun, the appearance of the sect’s ancestor, and the transition between them was extremely smooth.

‘Hua Shen Tianjun! ’

‘Tianjun! ’

Zishi Zhenren was stunned for a moment.

Tianjun!

This is simply a legend among human cultivators. They dare not even think about it, even those in the Yuanying realm dare not think about it, thinking that they can only be promoted to the middle stage of Jindan in their lifetime.

"Greetings, ancestor!"

"Greetings, master!"

Zishi Zhenren's heart was buzzing, but this did not hinder his actions. He kowtowed to the Blood River King first, and then to his master, especially his master, Jianshi Zhenjun. He had seen him when he was a child, and he was extremely envious of his teachings. He would definitely not be wrong.

He felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, as if his feet were stepping on the clouds, soft and fluffy.

In an instant, he had the Tianjun ancestor and the Zhenjun master!

"Not bad, not bad,"

"The little guy's foundation is not bad."

Jiang Ding encouraged him a few words, gave him some suitable elixirs, magic weapons, and many secret techniques, and instantly knocked Zishi Zhenren unconscious, and he even forgot to thank him.

Jiang Ding didn't care about him.

He was just a cultivator in the early stage of the golden elixir over a hundred years old, just a child. It was okay to show concern and be rude to him. This was normal. It was a bit outrageous to talk about business with him.

"Jianshi,"

"I remember that hundreds of years ago, you were still in the late Jindan stage, and now you have been promoted to Yuanying, not bad."

Jiang Ding praised.

"Grandfather, I have gained some benefits in the hundreds of years of chaos."

Jianshi Zhenjun said embarrassedly: "Thanks to the ancestors for stirring up the situation, otherwise, in the order of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, I would have no chance and would have died of old age at more than 300 years old."

It was said lightly here, but it must have taken countless dangers and bloody battles to survive.

"How old are you this year?"

Jiang Ding asked again.

"Reporting to the ancestor, I am 511 years old this year."

"551 years old? Not bad."

"Not bad, not bad."

Jiang Ding praised repeatedly: "Our Jianshi seems to be a genius. He is only more than 500 years old, but he has already been promoted to the Nascent Soul. If the situation of the sect is better, you may be able to go further and be promoted to the Nascent Soul faster, and your foundation will be more solid."

"Very good, very good."

Zishi Zhenren stood respectfully at the side, listening to the speeches of the two elders, secretly amazed.

More than 500 years old, in the eyes of the ancestor, seems to be very young, like a child, but this is almost twice his life span, a long time that he can hardly imagine at present.

The three masters and apprentices chatted for a long time, mostly Jianshi Zhenjun and Zishi Zhenren asked some difficult questions about cultivation, and the Blood River King answered them, which always benefited the two of them.

The two of them also obtained many techniques to make up for the foundation created by the Blood River King in recent years. If there is no shortage of resources and diligent practice, they will be able to go much smoother in the future.

As they discussed the Dao, several months had passed by unknowingly.

During this period, True Monarch Jianshi and the two had a tacit understanding not to ask why their ancestor appeared here openly, not even to hide, nor to ask him about the situation outside. They did not ask anything about anything, and just enjoyed this rare moment of peace.

The two of them were carefree and had nothing to worry about.

Now you can freely seek the path and practice without worrying about the sudden arrival of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan's envoys or the Demon Rock Clan's envoys.

Yes, Zhenren, Zhenjun, no matter how young he is in front of the God-Transforming Heavenly Lord, he is still a monk with profound experience. It is impossible for him to know nothing and have already guessed something without asking.

The illusion of peace and ease is also freedom.

"...The blood god is immortal, and the path continues... This blood god is not a god, but our blood, our "Blood Nerve" mana, and even our own way..."

"...it will definitely never end."

After Jiang Ding finished explaining the sect's classics, he fell into silence.

True Lord Jianshi and True Lord Zishi were also silent, with a miserable expression on their faces. Tears almost fell, but they held back and did not let themselves lose their composure.

"The current situation is extremely dangerous."

Jiang Ding finally began to explain his purpose of coming here, and sighed: "I want to explore the path to the imperial realm, but there are inner demons and distracting thoughts inside, restrained by slave scriptures, and many great emperors of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan outside to suppress them. Successfully Maybe, it’s just a chance at best.”

"However, just in case, just in case."

"You have to give it a try."

"Don't blame me. The human race is inherently desperate in this world. Being able to have this possibility is already a great blessing. There will never be a better opportunity."

"Ancestor..."

True Lord Jianshi and True Lord Zishi shed tears and could no longer control them.

The ancestors are here to give it a try. Regardless of victory or defeat, I am afraid that the entire Zhenshan Sect will be slaughtered. There is no chance of being spared. The Horned Demon Emperor Clan is really powerful and has to endure many cruel things. There is no luck.