A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

The spiritual light flickered between Jiang Ding's fingers, and the six paths in the sword energy were rotating in order, birth and death, and were constantly being arranged and combined, trying to find the six paths structure that best suited him.

The aura of the sword energy rises and falls, collapses and explodes from time to time.

Only once, like a stroke of luck, did the sword aura become stronger, but the principle and cause were all a blur. Even seven times the spirit of the same level could not clearly scan it, and it was a mess.

"You can't rub it with your bare hands."

"We need to build a large array or a super high standard laboratory. I don't know if there is anything similar in the Immortal Sect..."

Jiang Ding stopped his attempt to explore.

This is the difficulty in creating breakthrough exercises. It is completely impossible for one person to do it alone, and various external conditions cannot be met.

Generally speaking, when a sect encounters this kind of situation, they basically wait until their cultivation level becomes stronger, such as being promoted to the Void Refining, and making a breakthrough in their soul calculation power, observation power, and scanning ability. Only then can they continue to explore. Otherwise, inspiration will only be inspiration after all. There is a long distance between that and real results.

As for trying to use formation methods to solve it?

That is another problem, and you also need to wait until you advance to a higher realm.

This is a paradox.

In the world of cultivating immortals, it is often those with the strongest cultivation who explore the way forward. This is not without reason, and is caused by various factors.

The Immortal Sect cannot escape from this common sense.

The difference is that the Immortal Sect has been following this path since it was the weakest. Now, the relevant disciplines have been accumulated, the Immortal Industrial Technology, and the formation technology have been developed. There is no need to face the problem of building many from scratch in order to solve this problem. discipline.

Jiang Ding withdrew his sword energy, and his spiritual consciousness spread to the entire Tushan atrium.

strangeness.

A strange place.

This was the first thought in his mind.

In the entire Tushan Atrium, from the maids to the government officials, to the monks from all over the country, the old Yuanying True Lord, the new monks... he didn't know any of them.

In Jiang Ding's own city, he became the only stranger in the Tushan Atrium that he built with his own hands.

Among the hundreds of thousands of monks in this mountain, there was no one he had any affection for. They were no different from strangers he had never met before.

At this moment, a desolate and lonely emotion grew in my heart.

Jiang Ding looked around.

It seemed that he was the only one left in the world, lonely and lonely, with no one to accompany him to talk to. It was difficult for those low-level monks to understand what he was thinking.

"No wonder, the closer the monk gets to the back, the weirder his temperament becomes..."

Jiang Ding sighed slightly: "After such a long time, which one is not a pervert, which one is not withdrawn and indifferent, which one does not regard all living beings as ants?"

"Of course, that doesn't include me."

"I will always be young, always sixteen years old..."

There was silence for a moment in the main hall.

"Someone's coming."

Jiang Ding said calmly.

Outside the Black Demon Palace, twelve maids at the peak of Nascent Soul, wearing long swords and long skirts, stood quietly outside the palace, guarding their monarch, taking turns to rest, which has lasted for 1,200 years. .

For twelve hundred years, generations of maids in the Nascent Soul stage were born, grew up, guarded the palace, and died, coming back and forth, experiencing reincarnation again and again.

Their predecessors, their ancestors, themselves, and their descendants will always guard this cold palace.

For countless years, the maids have regarded this place as an extremely important forbidden place.

They subconsciously ignored the possibility that there were still living people in this palace.

So, when a strange voice appeared in the palace, they were stunned.

"Enemy attack!"

A maid from the six-tailed fox tribe screamed.

"who!"

"Those who enter forbidden areas without permission will die..."

Several maids drew their swords with murderous intent, completely ignoring the possibility that should be considered.

One thousand two hundred years!

This is how many lives the Nascent Soul Lord has lived, it is too long.

The other maids were stunned.

They pulled the maid back with her sword drawn, and hurriedly found a jade slip "Tushan Maid Handbook" from the jade pendant in storage. They rummaged through it and finally found a voice, a breath signature, and a soul signature. And what you should do.

"My lord?"

A maid said tentatively.

Lord.

This title is similar to the titles "ancestor", "founder of the sect" and "ancestors" in the Tushan atrium. It is a title that is placed on the altar table.

No one has ever associated him with a big living person, and he has no such habit.

"My lord."

"My lord!"

"Lord!!!!"

Soon, the Nascent Soul stage maids learned about the history one by one and were determined.

Their faces turned red, and their eyes shone brighter than the stars.

No one needed to start, they rushed into the palace one by one.

Tushan Tianjun!

The strongest person in the history of this world!

Defeat the Heavenly Lord of the Heavenly Soldiers of the Thunder Department in the Upper Realm!

A stronger Heavenly Lord than the Ascended One, Shuoyang Heavenly Lord!

The monarch of Tushan Atrium, the founder of Tushan Atrium, the master of Tushan's maids, the oldest among the billions of creatures in this world!

More importantly, in historical records, Tushan Tianjun is famous for being easy to talk to, and basically he will not express his anger to others. As long as you do not violate Tushan Law, safety is extremely guaranteed.

They are probably the first people to meet Tushan Tianjun in twelve hundred years!

"Bye...Bye, see you, my Lord!"

The twelve Tushan maids at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage looked at the young man in green on the throne with red faces.

Time seemed to have frozen on him, and it could not change no matter how many years passed.

They seemed very reserved and hesitant.

Because they had never seen Tushan Tianjun.

To them, this was just a stranger in a portrait, and they could not even be sure whether it was a real person. Some suspected that someone was impersonating him.

If this was really the case, it would be too embarrassing.

"Hello everyone."

"This is the first time I have encountered such a situation."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly: "A group of girls I have never seen told me that they are my maids. I am also a little at a loss."

"My Lord, please forgive me..."

The maids were embarrassed when their thoughts were seen through.

They had not heard of being called "girls" for a long time, but now they heard that there was nothing embarrassing, but felt that it should be so.

"Get up."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

He connected his consciousness to the Tushan Courtyard formation, making it hum and operate, casting twelve spiritual flowers here.

These were some of the pure spiritual flowers accumulated by the formation's spontaneous operation over the years. They had a good effect on refining the soul and mana, and could increase the success rate of transformation. They were one of the treasures of the Tushan Courtyard.

"This is the first time we've met in a thousand years. I'll give it to you."

Jiang Ding waved his hand gently, and twelve pure spiritual flowers fell on the chests of the twelve maids.

"Thank you, my lord!"

The twelve maids at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage had no doubts at all, and they greeted him in a tender voice.