A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

On a mountain peak in Qixuan Secret Cave.

The kind old Taoist held a golden ball the size of an ostrich egg in his hand, looking hesitant.

"Master, is this really the Foundation Building Pill? You didn't take a piece of spiritual gold, did you?"

The young Taoist priest asked, looking unbelieving.

"It's the Golden Stone Foundation Building Pill!"

The old Taoist's expression became firm: "I read in an ancient book that it is as strong as gold and iron, invulnerable to weapons, and can last for thousands of years... This one I accidentally picked up seems to be more than a thousand years old. I don't know how much of the medicinal effect is left. ?”

"We, master and disciple, have always been very lucky." The young Taoist priest was not happy: "It's just that you only picked up your gold stone foundation pill and forgot about your disciple's flying sword talisman and Kongming crystal copper."

"Evil disciple! Don't exhaust everything!"

The old Taoist's face changed, and he scolded sternly: "I picked up the gold stone foundation pill and used it. Others can't find evidence, so it's hard to say anything. You and I, the master and the disciple, also have backers in the sect."

"But I picked up all three. Do you know what will happen to those who robbed the ancestor's grave?"

He said coldly:

"Pull out the soul, place it in the Netherworld Fire Lamp, burn it, and let it wail in pain for thousands of years. The soul will be scattered, and it will never be reincarnated. It will implicate the descendants of the master, apprentice, and descendants of the family. This is the end for everyone!"

"Master, I know I was wrong."

The young Taoist priest shuddered and no longer dared to smile playfully.

"It's good to know that the person who robbed the tomb of Zhongxing Patriarch is his descendant and has nothing to do with us, even if the Jindan monks are searching for the soul."

The old Taoist expression softened and he took his disciple away from this place.

An undetectable whisper came faintly.

"Gold and stone need to be activated before they can be eaten. Where can there be so much fresh vitality..."

…

Jiang Ding changed into the appearance of a mature young man and walked on the way back to the Sword Making Manor.

As expected, the death of Jin Dao Ancestor Wei Tu failed to mobilize the men in black robes to go down the mountain.

At the moment of his death, the man in black robe woke up from his practice, thought for a moment, looked in the direction of Yue Jing Palace, laughed, and then entered the state of practice with his eyes closed again.

"Have you heard? This time, many experts from the good and evil realms died in the Qixuan Secret Cave!"

It has been a week since the Qixuan Secret Cave was excavated. Many Jianghu people have returned again, and chaos has begun again in the capital. However, from the perspective of the drone, we no longer see the common vendetta between good and evil as before.

"Not only many masters died, but also three or four Xiantian died!"

A short man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks said.

"Hiss~"

There was a sound of gasping for cold air, and Jiang Ding stopped for it. He went into the teahouse where people gathered, ordered a cup of tea, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

"My friend saw with his own eyes at that time, the two great innate masters of the Green Ox Palace, the Fifth Qi Senior of the 'Palm of All Transformations', the Senior Shang Xiu of the 'Wind and Thunder Finger', as well as the innate masters of the Wolf God Sect and the Golden Knife Sect. Ancestor Jin Dao and other seniors are fighting for a lucky boy."

Everyone knew that his friend had changed hands countless times, but they still couldn't help but listen with their eyes wide open.

"Do you guys know who this young boy is? Why are so many seniors fighting for him?"

The man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks smiled proudly and stopped talking.

Relying on the news he heard, he took advantage of the time when no one knew about it, and drank a lot of wine and meat in various teahouses. This time, he expected it to be true.

"Why?"

Immediately, a high-roller who was not short of money waved his hand and asked the waiter to bring out wine and meat and said with a smile.

"This young boy is not an unknown person. He is Han Lin, the 92nd Dragon and Phoenix Ranker from the Qixuan Sect, the 'Qingyun Sword'."

The man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks took a sip of wine, picked up a peanut and a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth, letting out a long sigh of relief.

"What's so surprising about being ninety-two on the Dragon and Phoenix List? Are there so many talented people trying to rob him?"

The impatient guest couldn't help but ask.

Indeed, to Xiantian, the second half of the dragon and phoenix rankings were of no importance, and he would not give them a second glance.

"He got the flying sword talisman from Master Qi Xuan thousands of years ago!"

The man quickly gave the answer in the unkind eyes of many wealthy guests, and said with hot eyes: "Yes, it is the Hundred-Step Flying Sword that Master Qi Xuan used to conquer the invincible world and bow down to the emperor!"

"Not just my friends, many people have seen it with their own eyes. There is absolutely no way it can be faked!"

The entire teahouse was silent for a moment, and then there was a roar.

"This is such good luck! Why don't I have this luck!"

"Reach to heaven in one step!"

Many people in the world are envious and jealous, wishing they could replace him with their own bodies, while others sneer.

"Those seniors are not easy to get along with, not to mention that both good and evil are innate. This person must have died a cold death."

"That's true. Even if the seniors from the righteous path take care of their dignity, the innate ones from the demonic path will not be polite."

"He won't survive."

Most Jianghu people agreed and felt a little better.

"This man guessed wrong."

The man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks drank a sip of wine and said: "At that time, I saw the sword-shaped talisman in Han Lin's hand flashing with gray light, swallowing the essence and blood, and flying into the sky. The sword was almost invisible, but in the blink of an eye it was the closest. A few innate strong men were wrapped around their necks, their heads fell to the ground, and their innate blood sprayed out."

"Without any resistance, there are two innate experts from Qingniu Palace, Senior Fifth Qi of the 'Palm of All Transformations', Senior Shang Xiu of 'Wind and Thunder Finger', and an innate expert from the Wolf God Sect. Three powerful people. Just die like this."

"Many of the surviving ones are innately frightened and do not dare to move for a while."

"Taking this opportunity, 'Qingyun Sword' Han Lin escaped."

There was a look of envy and yearning in his eyes. An ordinary person, once he got a valuable treasure, took advantage of the situation, which made the innate experts tremble.

Everyone in the teahouse was stunned for a moment.

There are many people who don't believe it. This is no different from the talk of strangers.

"You guys can wait a few days. The deaths of so many innate experts cannot be concealed. Sooner or later they will all know."

The man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks added.

"In addition, I also heard a rumor that in the subsequent battle, there seemed to be congenital deaths of the royal family."

…

As the tea guests became more excited and restless, Jiang Ding paid for the tea, stood up and left.

"If it is true, then two of the four innates of Qingniu Palace will be removed. No, if Song Lingyun also has an accident, then the third will be removed. There will be a huge imbalance in the top forces of good and evil. The Wolf God Sect will be at the level of innate masters. It will crush them and cause greater turmoil in the situation in Vietnam!"

"The flying sword talisman is very strong."

Jiang Ding thought silently.

As for envy and jealousy, there is none.

He would throw away this kind of thing that dared to absorb his own essence and blood, so as not to affect the cultivation of his rudimentary Tao body.

Returning to the Sword Forging Manor, the flying sword flew out from the cuffs and shot into the Soul Gathering Flower Pot. The blue and gold filaments grew and lengthened, turning into roots, branches and leaves.

In the blink of an eye, a small metal tree over forty centimeters tall appeared, absorbing the essence of the sun and the aura of heaven and earth to grow.

As usual, Jiang Ding carefully checked the area around Zhujian Village to check for possible dangers.

The guard with perfect inner energy and good at concealment skills did not come back. Zhang Zihou looked at the sky with a dejected face and did not move for a long time. His family's trip to the Qixuan Secret Cave must not have gone well.

Jiang Ding took a ginseng essence and qi elixir, closed his eyes, and continued to temper and nourish the tiny meridians in the twelve main meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians.