A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Thirty-seven years passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, in the desolate Gobi Desert of the Wasteland Region near the Leiyan Region, an endless ceremonial team stood in the thunderclouds and sword lights. The masculine, domineering, and sharp pressure spread to the sky and earth, exuding a terrifying aura that made Lianxu Zhenzun suffocate and crawl.

On the earth, all living beings knelt on the ground involuntarily.

Whether it was mortals or beasts, whether it was family cultivators, casual cultivators, Zhenzong Daozong cultivators, or Xianzong cultivators, they all paid homage at this time, not daring to be disrespectful, and trembling in their hearts.

Only a very few brave people dared to look up slightly, take a glimpse, and look at the center of the ceremonial team, curious about what kind of earth-shaking big man it was.

It was a thunder palace thousands of miles in size, with a dome piercing the sky!

"Roar!"

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Surrounded by countless lightning and sword energy, the nine-headed Refining Void-level dragons were bound by thunder chains, which penetrated into their flesh and blood, revealing their bones.

They roared in anger and unwillingness, but were driven by the thunder chains full of restrictions, dragging the Thunder Palace to fly far away.

"The sword-wielding genius of the Immortal Sect!"

"What a terrifying person this is..."

A cultivator of the Zhen Sect in the early stage of Refining Void passed by here. He didn't dare to look up at this time. He knelt on the ground, worshipped with great ceremony, and his body trembled, not letting himself show any abnormality.

As a Refining Void True Venerable, he knew clearly where these nine dragons came from.

Two thousand and one hundred years ago, the peerless sword-wielding genius of the Leiyang Tianjian Realm, Guanglei Tianjun, stepped into the lower domain of the Tianxue Dragon Court of the Para-Immortal Clan alone, and killed into the clan land of the Thunder Dragon Clan in Red Earth Mountain. He killed hundreds of thousands of dragon sons and grandsons on the mountain with one sword, and the dragon blood was sprinkled all over the Red Earth Mountain, and the dragon corpses were piled up on the ground.

At that time, Guanglei Tianjun laughed wildly, and the fire of swordsmanship rose up. He drank a mouthful of wine and a mouthful of dragon meat happily.

Then, he will capture the strongest nine-headed thunder dragon, impose restrictions, and drive it to pull a cart for him, as a slave and servant, and he will not be able to get rid of it for a moment, even if he commits suicide.

This is the tradition of Leiyang Tianjian Realm.

After walking out of the sect alone for thousands of years, when he returned from the bloody battle, there were already hundreds of thousands of demon cultivators around him, all of whom were killed along the way. He selected the cultivators with the strongest aptitude and comprehension in alchemy, planting, beast control, and refining as his followers and servants.

These cultivators with the strongest aptitude and comprehension in more than a hundred domains will be placed in Guanglei Tianjun's territory to take care of him, rule the vast territory, countless small and middle worlds, and be completely loyal to him alone.

In fact, this kind of submission is regarded by many cultivators as a great opportunity to leap over the dragon gate.

Every generation of sword cultivators of the Leiyangtian Sword Realm who started their sword fighting journey would attract a large number of loyalists who were willing to serve as slaves and servants.

However, these voluntary cultivators were abandoned by the Leiyangtian Sword Realm sword cultivators, treated as grass, and did not care.

The sword cultivators of the Leiyangtian Sword Realm have always selected those with excellent qualifications from the sects and families of the refining virtual cultivators who were exterminated and killed by themselves. On this basis, the higher the qualifications, the stronger the hatred in their hearts, and the greater the possibility of being favored by the inherited sword cultivators.

These are the slaves and dependents that the Leiyangtian Sword Realm cultivators need.

Thousands of years ago, Guanglei Tianjun walked out of the sect alone, and now he has stepped into more than a hundred domains, and there are already hundreds of thousands of cultivators around him, who are surrounded by him and powerful.

The pressure is almost suffocating the refining virtual cultivators, and their souls are frozen and cold, and they dare not have any will to resist.

The existence of this early refining virtual cultivator who was kneeling on the ground was not ignored by anyone in the ceremonial center.

His eyes fell on this True Master of Refining Void, and he stared at him for a long time before moving his eyes away.

"Little Guang Lei, what are you looking at?"

A chubby, very friendly old man asked with a smile: "He is just a junior in the early stage of Refining Void, with poor foundation and background, which should not arouse your interest."

"No,"

"Uncle Qi, all Refining Void cultivators should not be underestimated."

Guang Lei Tianjun smiled: "Besides, Dharma cultivators are different from us sword cultivators. They don't care much about face, dignity, etc. This early stage of Refining Void cultivator may be a hidden powerful Dharma cultivator, and he can't be ignored."

"Of course, not this time."

He is handsome, elegant and unrestrained, with the kind of arrogance and indifference unique to the royal family, but sometimes he is particularly meticulous and very contradictory.

He withdrew his eyes from the trembling early stage of Refining Void cultivator and continued to admire the thousands of Yuanying Huashen Refining Void female cultivators dancing in front of him.

Accompanied by the sound of immortal music, thousands of top-notch female cultivators, all of whom were plump and thin, danced in the air, their dresses fluttering, and the dance was so beautiful that it was breathtaking. It also contained the essence of Taoism, which was beautiful but not lewd, and contained the art of dance that was so exquisite that it seemed to be describing the beauty of the Tao and could make people realize the Tao.

This kind of Tao dance that can make people realize the Tao is only used by the immortal sect's inherited sword cultivators for leisure.

The foundation of the immortal sect was revealed, even if it was not its main business of swordsmanship, it was shocking and unimaginable.

The beauty of the dance was fine.

What was more important was the identity of these top-notch female cultivators.

They were all the wives and daughters of the powerful enemies killed by Guanglei Tianjun. Each of them was a daughter of heaven, the wife of the ancestor, and the lady in the past. They were extremely prominent, beautiful, and had top-notch qualifications and talents.

These top female cultivators in more than a hundred domains were unwilling to be humiliated and allowed to be played with, which was shocking.

"Xiao Guanglei, you are too hard at sword training."

"You have to be distracted even when you are enjoying yourself."

The chubby old man shook his head slightly, feeling a little distressed.

He didn't seem to be a sword cultivator, but he was talking to a sword cultivator of inheritance on an equal footing in a sword sect, which puzzled some cultivators.

Because in a sword sect, the sword is supreme, all cultivators, even those with higher realms and stronger cultivators, are slaves, and should be respectful in front of the sword cultivator of inheritance.

"Haha!"

"It's not hard at all."

Guang Lei Tianjun didn't care.

"Uncle Seven,"

"Tell me about the Thunder Flame Domain. Why do you insist on suggesting that I go to find that Nizan Zhenzun?"

Light Thunder Lord changed the subject, somewhat curious: "I saw the intelligence, this is just a cultivator in the early stage of Refining Void. Even if he has a spirit pet of the same realm, it is at most in the middle stage of Refining Void, very weak."

"Little Light Thunder, you don't know."

"According to the intelligence recently shared with us by our ally Xianqi Sect, this junior Nizan may be a secret agent of the Tianhuan Fairy Butterfly Clan, and may have hidden strength. We can try our luck."

The chubby old man explained: "If we are unlucky and his strength is too weak, I have other arrangements."

"The inherited sword cultivators of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, Huo Tianjun and Xuanshui Tianjun, are about to travel through here. According to tradition, there will be a life-and-death battle between you."

"Little Light Thunder, are you sure?"

"Otherwise, we will divert and fight again later."

He said with some worry.

The Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, an ancient immortal sect that has been passed down for tens of millions of years, is indeed stronger in all aspects than the newborn Lei Yang Tian Sword Realm. And as the catastrophe is over, its strength is recovering rapidly. It is not as weak as the Lingbao Realm that was destroyed back then.