A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

The thunderstorm clouds in the starry sky dissipated.

The dark starry sky without a trace of light began to appear with twinkling stars, and the broken space, the broken order, and even the broken rules of heaven and earth began to recover.

"The swordsman of the immortal sect in the upper world..."

Jiang Ding whispered.

He lowered his head and looked at his body.

The body was covered with white ash, without a trace of blood, and was extremely dry. The flesh and skin in many places were burned out, revealing the bones. Even the bones were white and miserable, like dry firewood, not much different from the red-hot charcoal fire in the stove, and there were very few life substances left inside.

This is the price of burning blood and flesh.

Jiang Ding's body, although seemingly intact, is actually like firewood in a stove, with only one tenth of its vitality left. If it delays for another ten breaths, his entire body and soul will be annihilated!

"It's just a mark of thunderstorm... Ha!"

"Hahaha!"

Jiang Ding suddenly smiled.

He did not feel any heavy or sad feelings of defeat, but was full of joy, revealing a simple smile: "But, such an opponent is really great!"

"I see the hope of becoming an immortal!"

"After killing Tianjian Jian Zixuan, a tiny chance of becoming an immortal will definitely appear in front of me... The so-called road to becoming an immortal is no longer a vain slogan, and there is really a ray of light."

"If Xiyuan is resurrected, if the previous generations of Great Sun Sword Masters are resurrected, they will probably be jealous to the point of separation, right?"

"...Hahaha, there is no way, a kind and innocent boy like us can't live a hard life, and we don't have to be as miserable as Xiyuan, counting the days on our fingers. After all, we are excellent boys in the new century."

As his mood changed, the starry sky within a radius of thousands of miles was filled with joy.

Jiang Ding barely used a trace of mana and consciousness to circulate throughout his body, building a crude network of mana, blood, and consciousness to control the injuries all over his body and prevent them from worsening.

Then, Jiang Ding looked at the Taiqing Flying Sword.

Clang!

The Taiqing Flying Sword uttered a weak groan. She was in a miserable state, even more miserable than the Sword Master.

The sword body was covered with numerous gaps, and there was a sword mark in the center that penetrated deep into the sword body, almost cutting the entire Taiqing Flying Sword in half. The breath was extremely weak.

This scar came from the last sword of Tianjian Jian Zixuan!

You know, the Taiqing Flying Sword was made of the sixth-level divine gold Taiqing Divine Iron and Pofa Xianjin, plus countless heavenly materials and treasures along the way, and was refined into a sixth-level refining sword embryo. It has always been a cross-level sword that breaks the enemy's magic weapon.

Now, in a fight of the same level, it was almost cut off by the phantom of the opponent's flying sword, which was not the real sword body, but just a phantom!

This is really a terrifying experience.

"The flying sword of Tianjian Jianzi must be a sword embryo far beyond the sixth and seventh levels. It can even be said to be one of the strongest sword embryos below the True Immortal. It was created with all the efforts of the near-immortal forces in the upper realm..."

Jiang Ding took a deep breath.

There is no sword sect that does not value flying swords.

For example, the birth of the Sun Sword Pavilion will cause the sect to suffer for a long time, basically reaching the limit of the sect's ability.

Instead of worrying about how much it costs and how cost-effective it is, these are not things that need to be considered, just make the sect the strongest.

"When fighting against such an opponent, you can't compare with hard power like magic weapons."

"No matter how lucky you are, you have 18 adventures in a day, 6,480 adventures in a year, and you are always having adventures, but you can't compare with Jianzi, who is close to the immortal level."

"What he gets easily is the most precious treasure in countless worlds."

"You can only work hard on swordsmanship, sword realm, and sword intent. These are the only things we poor people have. The hard life has given us enough tempering. This is a precious wealth..."

Jiang Ding sighed.

Now, there is a huge gap between his swordsmanship and Tianjian Jianzi, but he did not lose heart. He determined this direction. This is the only way for people like him to achieve the great way by climbing up from the bottom.

"In addition, Tianjian Jianzi mentioned a name, Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm Sun Sword Master Yu Lingzi."

"Is Yu Lingzi still alive?"

"If I can kill him, my flying sword will have a huge breakthrough, and it will be comparable to the flying sword of the near-immortal level sword master, and its shortcomings will be made up... He had better be an evil person, otherwise I will not bear it."

"I am not a chaotic killer like Chong Guangzi."

Jiang Ding planned a path and looked at the sword body of Taiqing Flying Sword.

On the blue and gold sword body, the breath was sharp and hot, exuding the breath of destruction. Some blood-red semi-liquid metal flowed on it, and it really penetrated into the weight of the sword, adding a little blood color to the flying sword.

These are the remnants of Xuexutian Mingjin.

From the Horned Demon Emperor Clan, the ancient prince of Mingtian, the eight ancient emperors, and the life treasures of dozens of emperors, these are the last remnants. Under the heavenly tribulation, under the smelting of Jiuxiao Dengxian Sword Forging Technique, all things that were not hard enough were vaporized, leaving only the most essential parts to be integrated into Taiqing Flying Sword.

The son of the Dark Sky Emperor who died in the Yin-Yang Void Realm seemed to have a special relationship with the son of the Dark Sky Ancient Emperor, but this was not important. It was not worth investing too much energy in studying the social relations and customs of a race that was about to be completely defeated.

Xuexutian Dark Gold!

This is the sixth-level spiritual gold unique to the Horned Demon Emperor Clan. It has a strong affinity for space and blood. After being integrated into the Taiqing Flying Sword, it has enhanced the sword body of the Taiqing Flying Sword, especially the prototype of the sword world, and has thickened some of Jiang Ding's foundation.

Of course, Jiang Ding did not melt all of them. He also reserved five pieces to donate to the Banyan Tree Array Spirit Scholarship.

If there are Daozi-level juniors like Gulin Zhenjun in the future, and this junior has excellent thoughts and morals, these emperor weapon prototypes can be used to refine the prototype of the refining space for him.

"The foundation has improved a lot."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and felt the Taiqing Flying Sword, then opened his eyes: "But it's not enough. Tianjian Jianzi's ability to obtain resources is much stronger than mine. If possible, it's better to find more Daozi-level strongmen to kill them."

"Of course, they must be evil and violate the laws of the immortal sect..."

He looked around again.

The super battleship Dainichi Aerospace Mothership and nearly 100,000 drones and unmanned ships disappeared, and the rest were all covered with wounds and basically lost all their combat effectiveness.

Now they need to heal their wounds urgently.

The surrounding heaven and earth, the universe and the galaxy began to show a trace of hazy distortion. Many things were changing silently and incomparably hidden.

"Inner demon?"

"Inner demon tribulation after the heavenly tribulation?"

Jiang Ding laughed dumbly.