A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Jiang Ding stood there motionless.

After a long time.

"Forget it, this risk still needs to be taken."

Jiang Ding sighed lightly: "An eighth-level treasure has been worn out for hundreds of thousands of years, and has been attacked and restrained by dozens of Hedao monks. The formation has been broken a lot."

"That's it. If there is still power above Hedao, there is nothing to say."

He no longer hesitated and stepped into it.

The surrounding sky light changed and flickered, and it was another level of heaven.

This is a dark world, with wind and cold. The sky is dark and the earth is covered with dark fog, making it difficult to see the future.

Jiang Ding's eyes first fell on the center.

This is a tablet like a black ink stone pillar, which is through the sky and the earth, and directly pierces the nine-day cloud. There is a line of words on it, and a strong sense of sadness spreads, which will not be extinguished for hundreds of thousands of years.

'The spirit of the ancient god ancestor. ’

This is the founder of the Ancient God Dao, the spirit tablet of the Ancient God Heavenly Man, a great existence who opened up a world community for the survival of the human race.

Jiang Ding bowed slightly.

Under the tablet of the Ancient God Patriarch, there are many smaller tablets, all of which are some of the sages of the Ancient God Dao, and there are cultivators in the Hedao realm. Among them, the second and third generation Dao Masters of the Ancient God Dao have the strongest aura.

The fourth generation Dao Master, however, has no tablet.

It should be that the destruction of the Ancient God Dao was too hasty, and nothing was done in time.

Jiang Ding stared at the spirit tablet of the Ancient God Patriarch, and vaguely, a scene appeared in front of his eyes.

A short dwarf cultivator, he has an ugly face, is hated by his people, and is hunted by aliens, but he doesn't care. His happiness comes from himself and has nothing to do with anyone.

Life has always been unfortunate. As a casual cultivator, he has no skills, no spells, no elixirs, and magic weapons. It is very difficult to practice, but he doesn't care and walks step by step.

He often suffered bad luck, was hunted down by his own people, killed people and robbed treasures, barely escaped, was seriously injured and dying, and his savings were exhausted.

He did not blame others, complained about the injustice of fate, and after a small healing, he regained his optimism and cheerfulness, thinking about revenge after his realm was improved, and if his realm did not improve, he would never go.

Sometimes he was hunted down by aliens, who wanted to take him as a snack, and he carefully avoided it.

Sometimes he became a slave of aliens, fortunately he did not die for a while, he diligently did everything a slave should do, carefully figured out the master's mind, and won the master's appreciation. When the time was right, he got rid of the restrictions, executed all those who should be executed, faked the illusion that he was dead, and successfully escaped.

After escaping, he continued to practice optimistically...

He was undoubtedly extremely smart and had excellent qualifications. Even if he did not have a good inheritance, he could constantly explore and learn, and remove the restrictions of the demon clan by himself.

He kept learning and growing. Even though he was very cautious, he often encountered life-and-death crises because he had no protection from any race.

With his talent and a lot of luck, he slowly grew into a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Finally, one day, he felt a certain throbbing in his heart, vaguely feeling that something in the depths of his blood had changed. This changed thing was asking for something from the universe, and some earth-shaking inheritance appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

This is a structure, a knowledge, a reincarnation, something involving the soul.

He called this knowledge learned from the blood reincarnation!

This is not a skill, not a spell, but just a structural and essential knowledge. How to use it depends on yourself.

On this day, the ancient god master realized the truth.

He realized something called "reincarnation" from his blood. He used a secret technique to dissolve his body and refine his soul into a "seed of reincarnation". He was reborn into the blood of the surrounding powerful races, obliterating the embryo's tender soul and replacing it.

Whenever he grew up and surpassed this powerful clan, he would immediately slaughter this powerful clan without a trace, cleanse his attachment in his heart with secret methods, and restore himself.

This kind of slaughter was not done by himself, but led to internal unrest in the powerful clan, invasion by external powerful enemies, and natural destruction.

This kind of thing is very common between realms.

In this way, he continued to reincarnate, grew up, experienced many dangers, and many opportunities. He finally became a cultivator of refining emptiness. He looked forward to the future and believed that he would definitely achieve the unity of the Tao in the future.

As for more, there was no way. He could only do this. The inheritance was too poor. It was too difficult to deduce the immortal way out of nothing. The seeds of reincarnation that could see through the state of reincarnation above the unity of the Tao, he could not reincarnate into that kind of powerful clan.

However, on this day, he encountered something.

A broken arm.

This broken arm flew from the sky and fell beside him. Countless distortions and aberrations poured into his soul, and countless strange and messy knowledge was stuffed into his sea of ​​consciousness, confusing everything.

From then on, the Ancient God Patriarch began to grow at a faster speed...

Until he became an existence above the Hedao, the strongest in the world community, and there was no one who could be called an opponent.

Then, he died suddenly.

Jiang Ding slowly opened his eyes.

He seemed to feel a trace of kindness in the dark, and then strong malice, greed and desire.

"That arm..."

"Yes..."

Jiang Ding just wanted to ask something, and the next moment, everything in his soul was empty, and he forgot everything related to it, and was stunned in the same place.

"What happened back then?"

Jiang Ding thought about it and felt that it was nothing important. He then thought of his purpose and asked.

"Young friend, you have the Ancient God Token, right?"

The hoarse voice appeared again.

"Yes."

Jiang Ding took out a token from the storage jade pendant.

This was obtained when he broke through the Yin-Yang Reversal Formation of the Equal King of the Seventh-level Yama Hell of the Horned Demon Emperor Clan thousands of years ago. This is part of the inheritance of the Ancient God Dao.

"This is the Ancient God True Token."

"Young friend, you can be a direct disciple of the Ancient God Dao."

The hoarse voice said: "After becoming a direct disciple of the Ancient God Dao, you can master the supreme inheritance of the Ancient God Dao and can easily control those war beasts and those rebellious outer disciples."

"Come on, accept your inheritance..."

This voice was ethereal and invisible, with a strong temptation of guidance.

A dark finger emerged from the void, gently led into the brow of the young man in green, imprinted it, and injected something as black as ink.

Ding!

This dark finger hit the tip of a flying sword, was pierced instantly, and collapsed into a ball of black mist.

"Can we try another way?"

Jiang Ding suddenly said.

"For example, try to take over my body directly."

"Directly invade my soul and try to control everything?"

The collapsed black mist was stunned.

"Gagaga..."

"Alas..."

A hoarse voice sighed softly: "My friend, has my soul been so dull after being trapped in the Void Abyss for so many years that I can't even hide it from a little guy who is thousands of years old..."

"Is the flaw really that big?"

He asked sincerely.

"It is indeed a bit."

"Too blatant, it should be that the senior has not come into contact with strangers for so many years, and he is a little rusty."

Jiang Ding comforted: "A strong man like you actually doesn't need these means, just use the grand momentum to suppress others, who can resist?"

"Hahaha..."

The hoarse voice laughed.

"Okay,"

"Then do as you say."

Boom!

In an instant, the sky and the earth dimmed and fell into a black light. A series of dark poisonous snakes of spirits appeared between heaven and earth, carrying a terrifying aura that exceeded the web of heaven's rules, and instantly enveloped the young man in green.