A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

The army of hundreds of millions of demons and ghosts and the heavenly soldiers and generals of the Thunder Department went far away, heading towards the distant small world.

"Greetings to the Supreme..."

On the spot, the middle-aged monks with beautiful hair Shuoyang Tianjun, Mingguangzi, and Xipingan bowed respectfully, with a humble attitude to the extreme.

But they did not get any response.

The army from the upper world came, without any reward or reprimand, as if a part had completed its mission and was no longer useful or valuable.

No one paid attention to them.

"Alas..."

Shuoyang Tianjun still maintained meticulous humble etiquette, even though the upper army had gone far away, his heart sank: "The upper cultivators seem very arrogant, as if they are already upper beings, and they are no longer the same race as us. Even talking to us is something they have to do with their noses pinched, as if they saw a stinky beggar."

"If you want to get a way to ascend to the upper realm from them, I'm afraid it will be difficult."

He was once the invincible one in the small world, the ancestor of the Beiyuan family, and he knew very well that this abyss-like gap between the upper and lower levels was almost impossible to communicate, impossible to make friends, and there was no possibility.

If you shamelessly approach, you will be killed in an instant.

"Now, we can only wait."

Ming Guangzi also seemed very humble, almost bowing to the upper army. He has changed a lot in these years of exile, and said coldly in the telepathic transmission.

"Let's see how Jiang Dingzi responds."

"What is the strength of the upper realm army? If it is too strong, Jiang Dingzi will die instantly, and we will not have any chance."

"On the other hand, if it is too weak, it will not work either. It is best to maintain a stalemate. At that time, these upper realm cultivators will also be ants, with the possibility of communication..."

...

"You go."

"No need to fight, just stabilize the formation bases in various places and prevent them from being broken."

Jiang Ding put his hand on the hilt of the sword and stood up from the Six Paths Throne.

"Yes!"

"Tianjun!"

More than 600 Yuanying Zhenjuns such as Mu Tianxue, Lieyang Zhenjun, Qingyun Zhenjun, Gong Caiyu, Heilouxi, etc. obeyed the order in awe, and each dispersed in all directions, returned to their subordinates, and distributed in all directions through the teleportation array.

They will garrison the formation bases of the Great Sun Defining Array in the East China Sea, South Xinjiang, West Desert, etc., provide them with mana, stabilize the formation, and use the standard formation components that have been refined in advance to replace and repair the slightly damaged formation bases.

This is all they can do.

Because they were only in the Nascent Soul stage, they were too powerless in the boundary war, even though they had a large number of people.

Jiang Ding took a step forward, flew into the sky, flew over the clouds, flew over the strong wind layer, and finally came to the boundary thunder layer, merging with an invisible boundary formation sun, and silently watching the two armies of gods and demons approaching the small world quickly across the boundary wall.

Not long after, a terrifying world of lightning and shadows had descended.

The next moment, a gloomy and strange world with blood all over the sky also descended.

The shadows of the two military formations were filled with countless chaotic formation runes, the lightning was shining brightly, the blood was overwhelming, and billions of chain-like runes were generated to block the entire world, entangled, layer by layer.

"Order, the power of order..."

Jiang Ding's eyes were flickering like the sun's divine light in the furnace, and he was scanning these new things at a high speed.

These upper realm cultivators showed the power of order that only quasi-emperors possessed, and they applied it to the extreme, unheard of, and it was a military formation technology that the Nine Spirit Realm did not have.

Thunder chains, blood-colored demon chains entangled each other, spread in all directions, spread into the galaxy, and even extended into the boundary wall, completing blockades again and again to ensure that the existence of immortal arts would not escape, so as to facilitate a detailed search and not miss any omissions.

From beginning to end, these upper realm cultivators did not say anything, and did not regard the small realm cultivators as the same race as themselves.

Until the blockade was completed.

"Lower realm incarnation cultivators!"

"Kneel down!"

A towering thunder god general appeared in the shadow of the world of the Thunder Department's heavenly soldiers and generals, with a cold and deep look: "Let go of your soul, bear the slave seal of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect, and you can avoid death."

"Otherwise, your soul will be destroyed!"

Boom!

A thunder summon was like a thunder spear falling from the sky, instantly penetrating the boundary wall and piercing Jiang Ding's forehead.

The lightning contained a terrifying destructive power of thunder, which was not like a soul slave seal, but more like a heavenly punishment from the Thunder Department to destroy demons and evil spirits.

Thunder, rain and dew, all are grace from heaven!

These upper realm cultivators did not want to know what the lower realm cultivators thought, nor did they need their answers. Even the incarnation cultivators who were the masters of a realm were like ants in front of them and did not care.

All this was so overbearing.

Release all souls, accept the slave seal, and live.

If you are unwilling to release your soul, or hesitate for a moment, your soul will be destroyed immediately!

Boom!

The thunder summon came in an instant.

When the thunder summon was about to reach the forehead of the young man in green, a finger appeared in front of the summon without knowing when, and gently grabbed it, naturally, as if grabbing a withered yellow leaf blown down by the breeze.

"Stupid."

Many cultivators in the Thunder Department showed mocking expressions.

Shenxiao Tianjun, with the name of 'Shenxiao'!

He is one of the three lords of 'Shenxiao', 'Shenlei' and 'Shenfa' in the sect. He is one of the strongest under the sect's ancestors. Although it is just an ordinary attack, it is enough to kill several Divine Transformation cultivators in an instant, which is more than enough.

This short-sighted lower realm ant cultivator is used to being the king of the small realm. He is so casual and leisurely, he really doesn't know how to write the word death.

However, it's not surprising, most of the strong cultivators in the small realm are like this.

Ding!

The next moment, the pupils of many thunder cultivators shrank.

The fingers of the blue-clothed young man accurately clamped the lightning-flashing thunder talisman, and there was a faint sword energy between the two fingers. The thunder talisman burst out with a brilliant light, as if to destroy the world, and countless dense space cracks bloomed.

But in the end, with the faint sound of swords, all the strange phenomena of this thunder talisman disappeared, and it returned to a solid yellow talisman paper with many red patterns on it.

"What?!"

The thunder soldiers and generals were stunned, and they could hardly believe their eyes.

The thunder god was even more stunned.

Although it was just a casual attack, it shouldn't have been taken by a cultivator from a small realm. He shouldn't have such ability, he's just a cultivator from the lower realm.

It shouldn't be so light!

"How could this happen?"

"The cultivators from the upper realm... apart from other things, it seems that their individual combat power is just like this?"

Jiang Ding crushed the thunder talisman casually, with doubt in his eyes: "This attack is beyond the peak of the spirit transformation, but it is still very weak. I even doubt that the waste Shuoyang Tianjun can take it casually."

"What's the reason?"

"Is your status too low among the cultivators from the upper realm, or is your sect not known for individual strength and doesn't care about this."

"Or, the sect you came from,"

"Is it, so weak?"

The sun furnace in Jiang Ding's pupils bloomed, and the cold blood light emerged unconsciously: "Could it be that the cultivators from the upper realm are not all strong, there are also weak, waste, and weak sects."

"For example, you?"

"Is that so?"