A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Jiang Ding silently practiced, sacrificed and refined flying swords, participated in various scientific research of the immortal sect, and observed the development of the Thunder Flame Domain while deducing the prototype of his five major immortal arts swordsmanship.

Another thirty years later.

On this day, the Immortal Weapon Sect's envoy completed the tax collection of the Thunder Flame Domain for this thousand years, and entered the Golden Sea Domain under the farewell of the two major true sects.

Accompanying the Immortal Weapon Sect's envoys were the Taoist soldiers of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect and the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain.

Not only the Taoist soldiers of the two major true sects, but also the Taoist soldiers of several nearby realms were also recruited to move towards the Golden Sea together. The march of many immortal armies was mighty, with amazing momentum and pressure, and the news could not be concealed at all.

"Really different treatment,"

"Shuoyang Tianjun... No, Shuoyang Zhenzun and others are in trouble."

Jiang Ding gloated.

The Blood Lake Corpse Mountain has been fighting again and again, and the war has lasted for thousands of years. The Immortal Weapon Sect has warned again and again, but has never really taken action.

But as soon as the Jin Guang Sect led by Shuoyang Zhenzun and his group started to subvert the order, they were immediately suppressed by thunderbolts. The surrender and bribes of the Jin Guang Sect were useless.

The Xianqi Sect's worshiper completely ignored it.

"It's better for these people to die, so that there will be peace."

"Since the Xianqi Sect's envoys have left, the Xianqi Sect's eyes have temporarily left here, then..."

Jiang Ding stood up slowly.

The scorching white in his eyes could no longer be restrained, and it came out through his pupils. There was a scorching white flame burning in his pupils, melting the space and distorting the rules of heaven.

"Xuehu Zhenzun!"

"More than four thousand years ago, your clone beat me."

"More than thirty years ago, you burned, killed and looted on my territory, plundering the souls and flesh of many Yuanying Jindan Huashen cultivators, and bullied me..."

"I am a tolerant and kind person."

"Therefore, I decided to give you a generous death."

Boom!

The green palace made a sound of air explosion, breaking the space and rules. An old man with gray-green hair disappeared. The strong wind made the palace tilt from side to side, which frightened many of the swamp demon city gods who were guarding the palace.

…

Jiang Ding was fully concealed, flying in the sky at a high speed, flashing from time to time, and teleporting to a distant place.

When he was really in a state of battle, his heart was completely calm.

The inner demon was roaring wildly, but it could not affect him.

Just a few hours later, with the help of the pre-laid teleportation array, Jiang Ding had passed through the long land of Leiyan Domain and came to the outside of the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain.

This is a lake similar to the sea, thousands of kilometers long and short, with blood and water, and bones and zombies rolling up from time to time.

The dark clouds in the sky were formed by the accumulation of countless wronged souls and evil spirits.

It was a terrifying demon mountain gate, a place where no living creatures were allowed to live. The legendary hell, in terms of cruelty, might not be as cruel as humans killing their own kind.

"According to the rules, when the envoy of the Immortal Sect leaves the domain, the leader of the True Sect must see him off."

"Now the True Venerable Xuehu must be near the boundary wall."

Jiang Ding did not need to set up any formations, but just stood near the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain and waited silently, with the Materialistic Sun Sword Soul probing the four directions, waiting for the arrival of the old friend from four thousand years ago.

Under the Sword Soul, no concealment or escape technique would work, and the Sword Soul's lock on living beings was far beyond the range of the consciousness of the Refining Void cultivators, which was the characteristic of the sword cultivation path.

"Will the True Venerable Xuehu return to the sect directly, or will he fight with the True Venerable Wanlei directly regardless of the ban?"

"I am looking forward to his choice."

"No matter what choice you make, fellow Daoist Xuehu, please don't get hurt, don't let a ripe fruit rot halfway, it will make me angry..."

Jiang Ding thought quietly.

At this moment, his patience was terrible, the more the inner demon roared and rolled endlessly, tempting him to do all kinds of crazy things, the more rational he became.

He even enjoyed the waiting at this moment very much, and the inner demon could not interfere with him at all.

On the contrary, at this moment, the terrible inner demon brought by sword refining is his helper.

A more blazing sword soul, a more rational and cold heart, this is the opportunity brought to him by the inner demon.

As long as the enemy is finally killed, there will be no future troubles.

One year, two years, three years, ten years...

During this period, the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain was calm. Two Blood Lake Corpse Mountain cultivators who were in the initial stage of refining emptiness returned, but they did not cause any waves, just like they returned to the sect countless times in tens of thousands of years.

Only the strongest Blood Lake ancestor is the target.

Jiang Ding stood on the Blood Lake, hidden in the deepest layer of space, like a stone, a drop of water, like a dead object, who has not moved once in ten years, has not practiced once, and has no breath of life.

In this state, even another sword soul sword cultivator cannot find him at all.

Time is like flowing water, and unknowingly, another twenty years have passed.

This period of time is enough for a baby to become a middle-aged man with a family, and his outlook on life and values ​​begin to mature and become the backbone of society.

The Blood Lake Corpse Mountain has a new group of disciples. Hundreds of thousands of talented people have gathered from all over the place and were thrown into the Blood Prison to fight each other. Only the last hundred people can become true disciples of the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain.

The dead are not wasted. They will become ghosts and zombies with good qualifications, adding a little subtle background to the Blood Lake.

All these things are running normally.

Everything is normal in this demon sect, just like the countless days and nights in the past 100,000 years, nothing surprising.

At a certain moment,

Jiang Ding opened his eyes, and his eyes burning with white flames looked into the distance.

There, a bloody light with a bloody breath was flying towards the blood lake, with heavy pressure and demonic intent, as if it was the lord of billions of blood ghosts, the devil of hell.

He flew here openly.

This is his sect, where he has been practicing for tens of thousands of years, and there is no reason to hide.

Blood Lake True Venerable!

At this moment, the space over tens of thousands of kilometers of land has extremely subtle changes, and the human world is covered in it. The changes are extremely subtle, even the cultivators of the refining void cannot detect it.

"Wan Lei is very cunning and returned to the sect at the first time."

"The sect's formation is a threat. I must destroy the Jiuxiao Shenlei True Sect within hundreds of years and obtain enough blood puppets, including the refining void living puppets. The people above don't have much patience, and the swamp can also be used. Once I borrow that magic weapon, he will never be able to escape again..."

The ancestor of the blood lake had many thoughts in his mind.

The warning of the Immortal Weapon Sect's worshiper was completely ignored by him. At this juncture when he has reached the peak of the refining void and his life span is only five or six thousand years at most, nothing can stop his ambition.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

"Who?"

"What person?!"

The Blood Lake Patriarch shouted.

He was murderous and stared at the front.

The Blood Lake of the sect, which was tens of thousands of kilometers away, was now infinitely far away, as if it was far away in the sky and could no longer be seen.

Among them, the figure of a young man in green became clearer and clearer.

"Blood Lake,"

"Where have you been?"

The voice of the young man in green was soft and he said slowly: "I have waited for you for thirty years. I have done nothing in these thirty years, just waiting for you. This is the first time I have waited for someone for so long."

"What are you busy with recently?"

He asked casually, like an acquaintance on the street.