A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Jiang Ding is flying in the sky.

Today, the small world is no longer an extremely broad scope for him.

He used the six-path order as a lever and followed the rules. The space in front of him almost lost the distance, at least in the spiritual observation of the monk who transformed into gods, the distance was lost. Thousands of miles are like one step, and there is no difference at all between the two.

At a certain moment, Jiang Ding stopped and stared at the earth.

To be precise, it is a mountain range that spans hundreds of kilometers on the earth. To the monks who transform themselves into gods, this is a small slope that can be easily destroyed with one strike. In fact, it cannot be called a mountain range.

The name of this mountain range is Dongling Mountain.

This was the name at least four thousand years ago.

Now in the consciousness of the surrounding mortals and immortal cultivators, this mountain range seems to be called Blue Iron Mountain, because it produces a mortal ore called blue iron ore, and the swords and weapons cast from it are the favorite things of warriors in the world.

Over thousands of years, the name of this mountain range has changed many times, either because of minerals, an emperor, a war, or various reasons.

The ancient name of Dongling Mountain has long been lost in time.

However, in the hearts of the cultivators of this world, its name is still Dongling Mountain, and it has never changed.

"This is where I first appeared."

"More than four thousand years ago..."

Jiang Ding didn't say anything or look where he was, he just thought silently.

His gaze seemed to penetrate more than four thousand years of time, and he saw the scene when an ignorant high school student appeared in the world for the first time.

He was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old high school student, wearing a color-changing camouflage uniform, with a drone hovering in the sky more than two thousand meters above his head, carefully exploring his surroundings.

"We were so handsome back then!"

"One man and one sword came to my future world and began to save the world from danger little by little."

Jiang Ding is quite contented.

He didn't have any idea of ​​looking down on his younger self. Instead, he sincerely admired him and planned to learn from him.

Then, again,

Become the master of the world!

"Meteor Realm..."

Jiang Ding whispered.

"Now this world is enveloped in a glorious order."

"There are no longer large-scale wars. Whether they are mortals or immortal cultivators, Tushan Law covers all civilized places. All people in the world, including human and demon monks, are all bathed in order."

"The peace and happiness of the entire world are dozens of times greater than before."

"Whether it is in terms of average life expectancy, average wealth per person, spiritual and cultural wealth, or the hope of the road, it is at least ten times what it was when I came."

"The world has me, the world has me, I'm so lucky!"

"How can such luck and glorious order only be given to the creatures in this small world? This is unfair. I have an obligation to save more people..."

Jiang Ding looked up at the sky, looking at the endless starry sky in the distance.

Keng~

The Taiqing Flying Sword hummed softly, cold and bloody, as if billions of blood seas had condensed into a wisp and spread across the world without affecting the ants in the slightest.

More than two thousand years!

Two thousand years!

In two thousand years, the Great Sun Flying Sword has never killed any strong man. This shouldn't be the case. This is not the essence of the Great Sun Flying Sword. No matter how strong a monk's self-control is, there is a limit.

"No, no no."

"My self-control is unlimited..."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

The scarlet color in his eyes slowly disappeared, and his whole person returned to normal, without any trace of murderous intent, as if the madness just now was just an illusion.

Jiang Ding walked along Dongling Mountain and silently looked at the footsteps of the past.

There used to be a Dongling Mansion and Dongling City next to Dongling Mountain, but now they are already a desolate jungle, with no ruins left. No one can remember that hundreds of thousands of people once lived here, and many earth-shattering things happened there. Big things, and then affect the whole world.

"If archaeologists come here, they can still find some traces." Jiang Ding reached out and picked up a tile from the soil hundreds of meters deep, searching it carefully in his soul, especially for those in his childhood. Memory retrieval.

"This is a tile from the ninth row and seventh column on the left side of the tiled house in the front yard of my buddy's grocery store. It's still intact."

"Fate."

"Little gadget, it's been four thousand years, and you still exist. It's good."

Jiang Ding put it away.

Then, his figure flashed and he walked up to the mountain gate of Qiyu Sect, which was very close.

This is still a Jindan level sect. Compared to more than four thousand years ago, it has neither declined nor prospered. It just exists like this and may exist for tens of thousands of years in the future.

It all starts with a promise.

More than four thousand years ago, Jiang Ding joined the Seven Feathers Sect and promised to protect the inheritance of the Seven Feathers Sect for at least three thousand years. Now he has done so.

The only pity is that the witnesses promised back then, Baimei Zhenren, Li Qingyun, and the second senior brother, have died long ago, and their life span has reached the end of their lives early. No one comes to see that he has completely completed his mission. A promise spanning three thousand years.

Jiang Ding took another step forward, crossed the Wuling Desert, and arrived at the Animal Spirit Fairy City.

This is the fairy city in Tushan Atrium. It is more prosperous and has many monks. Various medium and low-end fairy industries are spread here, creating huge wealth and benefiting all monks and mortals.

"The first Nascent Soul monk I killed, True Lord Divine Crow, I still remember you."

"That's great..."

Jiang Ding sighed slightly.

His footsteps were slow, often crossing tens of thousands of kilometers in one step, and he recalled the past and felt a lot of emotion in places where he had been in history and where major events had happened.

Unfortunately, this world was too small.

It took him several hours to complete this remembrance, and his Dao heart completed a closed loop, and there was no regret.

Jiang Ding knew that he might never come to these places he had been to in the past again, because he had no curiosity anymore, and this was the last time.

In the future, even if he became a true immortal, he would not come here.

Because there was no need.

Unknowingly, many things were the last time.

Finally, Jiang Ding came to the Blood Demon Abyss in the East China Sea and watched silently.

Here, a bloody fight was taking place.

The Fiery Sun Heavenly Monarch, with his golden hair dancing wildly, already looked like a middle-aged cultivator. He roared and attacked a Blood Demon at the peak of the Incarnation God with his sword. The Immortal Sword Intent slashed in all directions, cutting off one sword light after another, splitting the Scorpion-tailed Blood Demon at the peak of the Incarnation God into pieces.

With a body in the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit, he killed the peak blood demon of the transformation of the spirit like a slaughter!

"Weak."

"Too weak."

After killing the enemy, Lieyang Tianjun did not feel proud at all, but was full of bitterness: "In this world, besides such weak people, there is you, and those you do not allow to be killed."

"You are too strong."

"I can't find strong people in the middle state, and use their lives to make a ladder for me to climb to you."

"This is my misfortune."

He walked out of the battlefield and bowed deeply to the young man in blue not far away.

"Jianzi, after three thousand years, congratulations on coming out of retreat and making great progress in cultivation."

At the same time, Han Lin, Da'ai Tianjun, Gong Caiyu and other twelve Tushan Zhongting Tianjuns bowed deeply and saluted.

"Greetings, Tianjun!"

"Greetings, my lord!"