A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Jiang Ding looked up at the sky, and through the Great Sun Defining Array, he cast his gaze into the distant dark starry sky.

There, at a certain moment, tens of thousands of miles of space were completely shattered, transformed into endless thunder and blooming in the starry sky, and the lightning reflected in all directions, dazzling.

This thundering phenomenon lasted for several days, and then hundreds of millions of evil ghosts and zombies wailed, and the bloody clouds filled the sky, as if the entire Yama Hell had descended, and all living beings would be thrown into the eighteen levels of hell, suffering eternal torture, and never being able to be reborn.

After an unknown period of time, all kinds of light converged.

Jiang Ding concentrated and held his breath, urging the detection and detection techniques of the Great Sun Defining Array to the greatest extent, and cast it into the dark starry sky.

It was a little far away, and it was impossible to scan it in detail, and only some scenes could be seen.

In the lightning, there were thunder armor monks, hundreds of thousands of them, and the number was still increasing. The endless thunder and thunderclouds supported them, and each of them had a deep breath, endless majesty, and the cruelty of life and death.

The universe and the stars swayed with their appearance, and dark space cracks appeared from time to time.

They were like the heavenly soldiers and generals of the Thunder Department of Heaven!

They came from the sky of the upper realm, with great majesty, subduing demons and eliminating evil, and cleansing the sins of the world.

Woo woo woo...

On the other side, it was an extreme, with all kinds of shrill ghost howlings spreading everywhere, even the endless galaxy could not stop them. In the eyes of the monks, all kinds of illusions appeared in their souls, as if they were about to fall into hell in an instant.

In the scarlet blood cloud, skinned ghosts, zombies, and skeletons poured out from a void point one after another, like a tide, and spread all over the place in an instant.

Every step these ghosts took left a bloody footprint, and the blood dripped, trembling and gathering, quickly forming a piece of blood lake, spreading in all directions.

In the dark universe and the stars, a dark red blood lake appeared!

On one side were the majestic and unpredictable generals of the Thunder Department of Heaven,

and on the other side were the shrill wails of hundreds of millions of ghosts and demons.

These are two extremes, and both carry an extremely terrifying aura, far beyond the imagination of many Yuanying Zhenjun in the small world.

Zhenjun Qingyun, Zhenjun Yindao, Gong Caiyu, Xue Liuyun... These Yuanying peak cultivators in Tushan Zhongting originally had a lot of confidence and self-confidence. After all, their military formations that have been honed for hundreds of years are too strong, enough to easily suppress the past Bingyuan Tianjun and others.

However, now their faces are extremely pale, and their eyes are full of horror.

These descending thunder department heavenly soldiers and generals, billions of demons and ghosts, even if they only reveal a trace of aura, even if they are separated by a distant starry sky, they can clearly feel that their military formations are like ants in front of the other party, and are not at the same level at all.

Even the Great Sun Long Sword, the always bloodthirsty and crazy sword cultivators, are silent at this time, no longer so excited, holding the hilt tightly, and their knuckles are white.

All the Zhenjuns resisted the desire to tremble and looked up.

"The Way of Thunder..."

"The Way of Blood..."

Jiang Ding's pupils were as bright as the furnace of the sun, his eyes were several inches away, looking at the distant starry sky, muttering to himself: "Is this... a coincidence?"

He flipped his hand, and two jade slips appeared. His consciousness probed into them to comprehend and ponder.

The sharp-eyed Yuanying Zhenjun who also liked the library was moved.

These two jade slips were all in the collection of the Tushan Zhongting Library. They had also comprehended them many times before, and had some understanding by analogy.

These are two exercises.

The fundamental exercises from two ancient sects that once flourished in this world between 30,000 and 100,000 years ago are called "Nine Heavens God Thunder Canon" and "Blood River Demon Flame Canon", which are one of the strongest inheritances in this world in the past.

These two ancient sects that have long been extinct are called the Nine Heavens God Thunder Sect and the Blood River Sect!

Swish!

In an instant, the eyes of countless Zhenjun fell on Xue Liuyun.

Xue Liuyun, a rising power among the casual cultivators of Beiyuan.

The important reason for his rise was that he had a shocking adventure in his childhood and obtained the inheritance of the ancient demon sect Xuehemen!

"Everyone, I don't know."

Xue Liuyun smiled bitterly: "The Xuehemen I got is extremely incomplete, even the Xueyun flag is broken, and there is only the inheritance of the Nascent Soul stage, otherwise I would not have fought for life and death to advance to the Nascent Soul, and finally got what I wanted by luck."

"This powerful person from outside the world..."

He shook his head, unable to judge anything, it was simply a cloud of fog.

At this time, the blue-clothed boy on the Six Paths throne put away two jade slips of exercises.

"Ancient sects, Nine Heavens Thunder Sect, Xuehemen..."

Jiang Ding pondered.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the soul's computing power was overloaded, repeatedly calculating and comparing.

In fact, he had already comprehended these two techniques hundreds of years ago. He liked all kinds of immortal knowledge and usually spent a lot of time reading immortal literature. This time he was just reviewing it and confirming something again to prevent past omissions.

After a few breaths.

"There are similarities between these two ancient sects in this world and the suddenly appearing army from outside the world."

Jiang Ding's calculations yielded results, and he said decisively.

Although the techniques of the Nine Heavens Thunder Sect and the Blood River Sect are far weaker than the army of cultivators from outside the world, there are too many similarities to be a coincidence.

It's like, the lower-level techniques of the two techniques!

Jiang Ding's eyes cast on Xue Liuyun, and after a moment, they moved away and finally fell on Qingyun Zhenjun Han Lin.

"Senior Chen He, please give me your advice!"

Jiang Ding said in a deep voice through his spiritual consciousness.

Taoist Chen He!

In the Nine Heavens Secret Realm of Yue State in the Three Kingdoms, there once existed the remnant soul of a powerful person from the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sect. This remnant soul of a powerful person was called Taoist Shen He. He lived in Han Lin's body since childhood and helped him a lot.

At this time, although Jiang Ding said "senior" and "instructions", his tone unconsciously carried a trace of cold murderous intent.

In this small world, there are many friends he has some feelings for, and his huge wealth, which is related to his future path.

If someone acts as an insider, deliberately sabotages, digs up his foundation, and kills his other old friends, then the friendship in the past may not be a big deal.

"Fellow Daoist Tushan, it has nothing to do with me."

"I am just a remnant soul, how can I attract the army from the upper realm?"

Chen He Daoist smiled bitterly and said, "However, in our sect, when the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sect was prosperous, a patriarch once ascended to the upper realm, and a name was vaguely recorded. The patriarch was very secretive and extremely reverent, and dared not mention it casually, even in the jade slip..."

"That name is the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sect..."

...

In the galaxy, the space was constantly turbulent, and the army kept appearing and pouring in.

In the end, the army of the Thunder Department's heavenly soldiers and generals exceeded one million, the lightning sizzled, billions of thunder runes bloomed, the breath was as deep as the tide, the lightning filled the world, great majesty, great power.

The blood lake of billions of demons gradually stabilized, forming a terrible hell of evil ghosts, zombies and skeletons in the starry sky, arranging the phantom of a hell.

Two completely different forces confronted each other, as if there was an old grudge.

"Immortal arts!"

"Immortal arts!"

"Go find the immortal arts..."

In the void, a roar like a huge bell suddenly came, and two voices appeared alternately, one destroying the world like thunder, and the other was eerie and mysterious, looming.

"Yes!"

Millions of heavenly soldiers and generals of the Thunder Department, billions of ghosts, zombies and skeletons roared, and countless military runes bloomed, no longer confronting each other, turning into an overwhelming tide and spreading to the small world.

All the meteorites and the netherworld wind and ocean currents along the way were shattered in front of them.

The small world, like a helpless dancer in the realm, has no power to stop it!