A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Blood Tide True Venerable, his soul flew away.

Jiang Ding performed a serious and careful exorcism, cleared the remnants of the cause and effect order, and then hid his body and returned to the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain.

From the beginning to the end, everything in this demon sect was normal.

The disciples and elders performed their duties, practicing and working, just like what happened in the past 100,000 years.

Occasionally, there were favored gods who paid a visit to the True Venerable Lianxu, sometimes ignored, sometimes scolded, and sometimes received and instructed.

Everything was the same as before.

None of the disciples and elders of the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain knew that the Lianxu ancestor of their entire sect had now disappeared without a trace, and the sect was extremely empty, with only an illusory appearance left.

Now, there was only another sect left.

"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sect, you robbed my money..."

"When I was in the Beiyuan Small World, your Thunder Department Taoist soldiers attacked me. In addition, over the past 100,000 years, you have enslaved countless monks from the lower world, including the Beiyuan monks. They are all my subordinates. It's all new and old hatreds. I don't attack you casually..."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

He walked through the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain like a ghost. The elders and disciples who came and went ignored him. Sometimes someone even passed through his body and walked to the other side without any contact. They were completely living beings in another space.

After walking dozens of steps, he came to the forbidden area behind the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain.

Here is one of the ultimate foundations of the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain. The remains of the first generation of the founder of the sect, the Blood Puppet True Venerable, are buried. He refined himself into a blood corpse and sat in the sect.

After 100,000 years of nurturing, the strength of the blood corpse became more and more terrifying, faintly surpassing the peak of the refining void.

If an external enemy invades and the Blood Lake Corpse Mountain is no match for them, then the sect will mobilize all the sect-guarding formations, the ghosts and zombies accumulated over countless years, and this blood corpse with its background. Even if multiple peak-level cultivators of the Refining Void Realm attack, they will not be afraid at all.

"Sure enough, there are reasons for the people, things, and forces that can exist for a long time."

Jiang Ding sighed.

He thought of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect.

Even though this sect does not have any cultivators of the late Refining Void Realm, the strongest is the Ten Thousand Thunder True Venerable of the middle Refining Void Realm, but when they choose to stay at the mountain gate and not go out, the Blood Lake Ancestor, a peak-level cultivator of the Refining Void Realm, led many Refining Void Realm cultivators and the sect's Taoist soldiers to attack for thousands of years but failed to conquer.

Even, many times, when the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect showed its heritage, he had to temporarily avoid the edge and use his stronger mobility to temporarily escape from the battlefield, slowly consuming the formations, talismans, Taoist soldiers, and spirit stone reserves of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder True Sect.

Fortunately, after thousands of years of erosion, the many foundations of the Jiuxiao Shenlei Zhenzong have been reduced a lot, allowing him to see the opportunity of fighting in recent years.

Now, the foundations of these blood lake corpses and bones have naturally become empty.

For Jiang Ding, among all the secrets of the blood lake corpses and bones, destroying a blood corpse that has been sleeping for a long time is naturally easy.

This blood corpse at the peak of the refining void brought him some surprises, destroyed the human world, and destroyed nearly half of the deformed animal world. The strength made people very happy.

Finally, after the blood corpse was abolished, it was sealed again.

The reason why he did not choose to destroy it was because the blood corpse was the body of the founder of the faction of the blood puppet elders of the Xianqi Sect, although they might not believe this, otherwise they would not refine their own bodies into blood corpses.

To be on the safe side, Jiang Ding did not choose to destroy the blood corpse, so as not to attract the attention of the faction of the blood puppet elders of the Xianqi Sect.

At this time, Jiang Ding came, of course, not for a blood corpse that had lost its combat effectiveness.

"Fragments of immortal arts..."

"It must be said that the True Venerable Xuehu was clever. He placed the fragments of immortal arts at the coffin of the blood corpse. Even the cultivators of the Immortal Weapon Sect dared not disturb the deceased sect elder at will."

Jiang Ding came to a scarlet tomb in the back mountain. With a tap of his toes, the tombstone opened with a bang, revealing a dark hole, like the bloody mouth of a blood demon beast.

He walked into it.

Here, there is a stone platform with a blood-red coffin on it. On the top of the tomb is a dark starry sky. From time to time, the stars in the sky flickered and moved, casting a starlight condensed from the essence of the moonlight of heaven and earth.

"Open,"

Jiang Ding casually tapped.

The blood-red coffin opened, revealing a gaunt old man inside, with blood-red scales growing on his skin and three-inch-long nails flashing with cold light.

This is the blood corpse of the Xuehu Corpse Mountain.

Jiang Ding then threw the blood corpse into the corner of the tomb, just like discarding debris. There was no sign of any triggering of the vicious prohibitions, curses, array traps that existed here.

In the coffin where the blood corpse lay, a broken blood crystal flickered, and there was a colorful object sealed inside.

Immortal art fragments!

Jiang Ding carefully took it out, put it in the palm of his hand, looked at the colorful fragments, and many insights closely related to the fragments emerged in his mind.

"Fragments of Immortal Art·Zhenkong..."

"If the picture I saw before was not an illusion, this might be a legacy deliberately spread by a suspected true immortal. It should have been treated harmlessly, otherwise it would not be so easy to seal."

"Normal immortal art, even if there is no malice, may not be approached by near-immortal-level strongmen, which will bring life and death crisis, and the aftermath alone can destroy the immortal sect-level forces in the upper realm..."

Jiang Ding held his breath and solemnly put the most important trophy back into the storage jade pendant.

With one of the two pieces of fairy art fragments taken back, Lei Yanyu's most critical goal was half completed. If he encountered danger in the future and fled instantly, he would not be without gain.

"The last one is the Jiuxiao Shenlei Zhenzong."

"This sect is a bit troublesome."

Jiang Ding recalled the information about this Zhenzong and frowned slightly: "They have been psychologically traumatized by the attacks of the Blood Lake Ancestor for thousands of years. They have been hiding in the sect. The Lianxu cultivators don't go out at all, lest they run into the Blood Lake Ancestor alone and die."

"It's not impossible for them to go out, but it's impossible for them to die of old age in the sect."

"However, with the lifespan of Lianxu cultivators, they can completely hide for thousands of years again. In the face of life and death, this kind of patience is completely possible and not difficult."

"Therefore, it is not realistic to encounter the Jiuxiao Shenlei Zhenzong Lianxu."

"Forget it."

Jiang Ding thought for a long time and sighed: "I can only visit the Jiuxiao Shenlei Zhenzong ancestor Wan Lei Zhenzun in person. If he can sincerely apologize to me and return the fragments of my immortal art that he picked up, and then the whole sect Lianxu commits suicide to apologize, I will not care too much."

"After all, I am a generous person."