A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

After a few breaths, Jiang Ding arrived at the head of the train.

The doors he passed along the way opened automatically one after another without causing any hindrance to him.

"Really, classmate Jiang Ding? Are you sure you can deal with the foundation-building monks in front of you? Why don't you stop and wait for support? There is nothing we can do about the property damage and casualties caused."

A bearded train conductor was already waiting, speaking slightly nervously.

This uncle looks very busy at work. In the middle of Qi training, he probably doesn't have much time to pay attention to other things. Naturally, he doesn't know the top scorer in the college entrance examination, something that happens every year in the immortal sect.

"Yes, sir, yes."

Jiang Ding nodded lightly.

Keng!

The blue sword light flashed away and flew out from the reserved exit. The speed of the sword increased a lot from the beginning, giving people the feeling of riding a horse and wielding a big gun.

The shadow of the sword flashed and disappeared before his eyes.

"Why do foundation-building monks occasionally enter?"

Jiang Ding used his soul to ask questions to the central array spirit computer, feeling uneasy about this.

When he meets a foundation-building monk, he has a high chance of escaping, but his mother and other family members will basically die when they meet.

"...There are fish that have slipped through the interface defense array, and the sequence of destruction has its own order. Please don't worry about your safety..."

"Understood."

After many experiences, Jiang Ding knew a little about war and figured it out immediately.

The Immortal Sect has the ability to kill all the foundation-building monks who try to invade in advance, but for this it needs to mobilize the golden elixir combat power or regular troops.

It's fine once, but if the enemy sees the flaw many times,

Any Xuanwu Tiangong foundation-building monk can draw away the Immortal Sect Golden Pill and a large number of regular troops. If a few more foundation-building monks are sent, the entire defense system will fall apart and nothing will exist anymore.

If a thief comes into your home, the police and private forces can handle it.

Because of the delay in power projection, some casualties are inevitable.

That's what war is like.

The speed of the train continued to slow down, and there was no trace of platform construction in the wilderness.

"Flight attendant! What happened?"

The expressions of everyone who were chatting happily changed and they asked quickly.

"We encounter Xuanwu Tiangong monks ahead... Passengers please do not panic, stay calm, and wait for the police to deal with them... Be prepared for self-defense..."

The train announcement was broadcast over and over again, causing all passengers to panic.

"Breaking monk!"

The girls who were talking around quickly moved closer to the brown-skinned boy from Zijin University.

The same is true for other passengers. Any quasi-college student in the monastic system is likely to have far more power than anyone else.

"Classmate, can you protect us?"

Many pretty girls begged.

"I try my best."

The brown-skinned boy turned pale.

The boundary-breaking monk of Xuanwu Heavenly Palace is definitely a foundation builder. How can he, a small cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training, be protected?

…

near the railway,

The space became hazy, and an old man with gray hair, a wrinkled face, and a rotten atmosphere walked out of it.

"The motherland of the East Pole Demon Sect, a place that many high-level monks long for. A foundation-building monk who didn't want to grow old successfully arrived here when he was nearing the end of his life."

"It's really God's will."

The old man stood on a bronze staff with a dragon head, looked out at the wilderness, and sighed.

His spiritual consciousness scanned the surroundings, turned into escaping light, and flew towards the train with the heaviest human aura thousands of meters away.

"God bless me, I will be able to kill a hundred thousand mortal thieves of the Demon Sect, and the Supreme Sect will give me Wang a foundation-building pill, so that the Wang family of Qingzhu Mountain can continue..."

Three thousand meters, two thousand meters...

Many keen-eyed passengers could even see the escaping light on the horizon, flying towards it without any cover, and its murderous intent was cold and cold.

Any Xuanwu Tiangong monk knows that there is no use in trying to hide in the home star of Dongji Demon Sect.

"Nine hundred and twenty-seven people... Sixty-two Qi-training monks... If we come back eleven or two more times, the Qingzhu Wang Sect will be able to gain a foothold again..."

A cold and stern light flashed in the eyes of the withered old man, his lips wriggled slightly, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the surrounding area was restless, turning into hundreds or thousands of dark red fireballs the size of thumbs.

Keng!

There was a trembling sound in the air, and a blue flying sword that was hazy in the consciousness descended at this moment, passing through the pile of thumb-sized fireballs, and the groups of fireballs collapsed.

"A monk in the middle stage of foundation building?"

Without continuing to attack, the azure flying sword floated not far from the old man, vibrating the air and making a sound.

"Mortal? Warrior?"

The withered old man looked shocked and looked at a seemingly empty place.

At the moment when the sound of the sword sounded, a young man with a hazy figure suddenly appeared within the scanning range of his spiritual consciousness, and his specific appearance could not be seen clearly even with his spiritual consciousness.

"you wanna die!"

The destructive attack of the Dongji Demon Sect was coming at any time, but the rotten old man had no time to delay, and glanced at him with a cold and stern look.

"go!"

He lit the dragon-headed copper staff, and powerful mana poured into it.

Roar!

The dragon-headed copper staff twisted and swelled, and in an instant it became several feet in size. The copper-colored scales, sharp claws, and copper eyes were clearly visible. It was like a living creature. It roared, opened its sharp teeth and pointed at the person not far away. The young man pounced.

The best magic weapon, the copper dragon staff!

The famous magic weapon of the ancestor of the Wang family in Qingzhu Mountain has been powerful for more than a hundred years. More than two foundation-building monks have been beaten to death by the staff with two palms!

call out!

The azure flying sword showed no fear and turned into a stream of light and pierced into the mouth of the copper dragon. The sword energy flowed out and jingled among the sharp copper teeth that opened and closed to bite.

From time to time, terrible sparks sputtered out of the mouth, and when they fell on the ground, they melted into a deep pit, and the magma was clearly visible.

It can be clearly seen that the azure flying sword is no match for the copper dragon. The aura on the sword quickly dims, and it can only last a few more breaths before it is completely defeated.

"You are obviously just a mortal!"

The withered old man said with some fright and anger, his soul was trembling constantly, clearly telling him that something terrible was about to happen, and that his life was about to come to an end.

"Okay! But a mortal can compete with the foundation building. He must be the genius of the Dongji Demon Sect, and cannot be compared to a mere 100,000 mortals."

"Since I'm bound to die, it's worth it to die with people like you!"

The withered old man flashed a ruthless expression, his face was flushed, and his figure was shaky. Even the bronze dragon that was fighting became much darker, and he was freed by the flying sword.

Shockingly using all the few blood essences!

"Soul-Splitting Thorn!"

The withered old man shouted fiercely.

A transparent blood-thorn phantom instantly passed through a distance of more than a thousand meters.

The old cultivator who is nearing the end of his life has nothing but extremely rich life experience, and he can master even the most unsophisticated soul attack spells.

After consuming almost all the essence and blood, he was fully confident that even a late-stage foundation-building monk would be seriously injured and on the verge of death if he didn't check it!

Not to mention a mere mortal!

"ah!"

The withered old man screamed, his body swaying, and his magic power was out of control.

The soul-splitting thorn pierced the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness, but it was like running headlong into the blue sun. With endless heat and sharpness, the soul-splitting thorn carrying part of the divine soul attack was instantly burned to nothing.

call out!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Azure Flying Sword got rid of the copper dragon staff and pierced his shield with a flash.

"not good!"

The withered old man exploded all his mana and barely dodged, leaving a bone-deep wound on his face. Countless fine sword energies surged through it, causing mad destruction.

"My path..."

He was about to do something else when a look of misery appeared on his face.

Whoosh!

From the sky, hundreds of missiles arrived, blasting him into countless pieces of flesh and blood as he had no way to hide.