A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Han Lin led the way, hiding his figure.

Jiang Ding followed behind, equally invisible, and more thorough.

Along the way, there were insects passing by from time to time, or disciples of the Seven Feathers Sect fighting against the insects, but they didn't notice the two of them, and they moved at a slower speed.

It has to be said that the two have similarities in their fighting styles.

A few hours later, Han Lin and Jiang Ding lurked near a winding river, stopped temporarily, and looked carefully.

"here?"

Jiang Ding was slightly stunned.

He had passed by this place at least several times, searching it with his spiritual consciousness, sword intention, and beast talismans, but found nothing.

"Array? At least a third-level psychedelic or even space-moving array!"

Jiang Ding's heart trembled.

He tried his best to avoid contact with this kind of thing, and would run away quickly when he saw it.

But at this time, he just touched the tip of the rusty sword with his soul again to confirm that he could still return to the Immortal Sect at any time without any unnecessary actions.

After looking at it for a long time,

Han Lin finally confirmed something. He walked to the river in one step, sometimes moving forward, sometimes retreating, going around in circles for another hour or two.

Suddenly there was a flower in front of my eyes.

All the rivers and forests disappeared, and they suddenly appeared in a small mountain village.

Thatched huts, barking dogs, patches of paddy fields outside the village, buffaloes returning home from their outings, and green smoke curling up from the roofs create a rural scene that can be seen everywhere in the world.

The only exception is that there is no one there.

"Space Moving Formation!"

Jiang Ding took a breath.

With the perception of the sword, buffalo, dogs, and villages are all real things. According to a certain setting, birth, old age, illness, and death have been repeated for countless years.

"Little master, uncle, be careful."

Han Lin lowered his voice: "This disciple was being chased and accidentally stepped into this place. There were more than ten people at that time. One of them only trampled a small piece of grass and was destroyed by the formation."

"good."

Jiang Ding nodded silently.

The two of them walked around the village and came to a thatched house with a fence on the edge of the village.

within the fence,

There is a verdant tree, all green, evergreen all year round, somewhat similar to a persimmon tree, but each leaf is engraved with mysterious runes, which flicker from time to time.

They are about the size of two fists and are all red. At first glance, they look like fruits that have been ripe for many years hanging on the branches. As they rise and fall, the fragrance is fragrant.

Under the tree, there are still more than a dozen exotic fruits piled up, which have long since rotted, leaving only the cores.

"Plant Spirit Fruit!"

Jiang Ding's breath shortened.

It is exactly the same as the record in Xianmen Library!

Without any refining, just swallowing it can make people become a 'vegetative spirit body'. The qualifications are comparable to the three spiritual roots, and there is a bonus in the cultivation of wood attribute skills.

In terms of value alone, it is not high, and the three spiritual roots are nothing to many immortal cultivators.

But for those who need it, it is a priceless treasure!

"Uncle Junior Master, this place is very dangerous!"

Han Lin whispered: "Someone accidentally touched them before, and then twelve clay figures appeared. Each breath was very terrifying. In just an instant, they all died, and only the disciples escaped by chance."

Jiang Ding nodded and signaled the other party to stay away.

In fact, there is no need to indicate.

After guiding him to the specific location, Han Lin had already run several miles away, as if he was about to flee at any moment. He was extremely experienced.

I don’t know how he has experienced it all these years.

"There is still some certainty."

Jiang Ding let out a breath, and nine light blue sword energies emerged seven or eight hundred meters away, slashing towards the fence of the hut.

His certainty is naturally the suppression of cultivation formation covering the entire Jiutian ruins. So far, no exception has been found.

You can give it a try.

Buzz!

The ordinary thatched cottage courtyard instantly changed. Formations were densely covered, and twelve clay figures rose from the ground. Their eyes were the unique gray color of granite.

They grabbed it from the ground, and twelve solid stone spears appeared in their hands, thrusting forward in unison.

boom!

The nine light blue sword qi burst instantly and turned into fragments of sword qi.

"Twelve foundation-building combat powers, and formations!"

Jiang Ding looked indifferent, no longer hiding, revealing his figure.

Keng!

The magnetic lines between the eyebrows flickered, and the Taiqing Flying Sword, which had been gathering momentum for a long time, appeared from it and disappeared in the huge air explosion.

boom!

Two spears were cut off, and the Taiqing Flying Sword was so sharp that nothing could stop it. It cut a clay figure in half from the left shoulder to the crotch.

Wisps of sword energy poured into it like a tide, destroying the core of the clay puppet.

The clay puppet stiffened for a moment, and its upper and lower bodies staggered and slid down. The aura dimmed and collapsed into a puddle of loess on the ground. The aura of the other eleven clay puppets dropped sharply.

"A truly peerless swordsman!"

Han Lin was shocked and fascinated, feeling that his previous worries were unnecessary.

Such sword cultivators,

Although he is polite to others and has a gentle attitude, he is actually very arrogant. How could he seize other people's opportunities and seize them?

Just about to go out to pick spiritual fruits.

But he found that the green shadow in the sky looked even more solemn.

Keng!

The flying sword roared loudly and slashed at a clay puppet next to it, with a sense of destruction filling the air.

Ding!

Twelve solid stone spears came again in an instant, forcing the Taiqing Flying Sword back amid the sharp metal collision.

"Immortal?!"

Jiang Ding said to himself.

But what he saw before his eyes was that the lines of the formation were all over the place, and the clay puppet whose core had been completely destroyed by the sword's will revived again, but the formation was still intact.

"kill!"

After the twelve solid stone spears pushed back the Taiqing Flying Sword, the granite eyes flickered for a moment, and they all looked to the sky. The twelve sharp spearheads broke off and formed a formation to kill into the sky.

Buzz!

The formation in the thatched courtyard rotated, and earth thorns formed in all directions of the enemy, not even leaving a gap the size of a flying mosquito. They fell rapidly toward the center, and the earth thorns were extremely sharp.

call out!

The sword intent of destruction filled the air, and the Taiqing Flying Sword flashed with azure light, slashing at twelve solid stone spearheads, instantly cutting off three of them.

The flying sword shuttled back and forth in the sky, and slashed out three more swords, splitting the remaining nine solid stone spearheads into pieces.

rear,

Dozens of sword energy suddenly erupted from Jiang Ding's body, smashing all the earth thorns in one direction, turning into a blue escaping light, and instantly escaped from the murderous trap.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The clay figure stiffened and roared, waving the spear, and the twelve solid stone spearheads appeared again, without any gaps or pauses in spells that ordinary cultivators are used to.

The formation is operating,

In the sky, rolling stones the size of carriages condensed and formed, and heavy gravity spread around them, falling downwards.

"Formation, formation!"

Jiang Ding felt a little murderous intention in his heart.

Boom boom!

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth fluctuates like boiling, various earth spells are bombarding wildly, Taiqing flying swords crisscross, smashing one solid stone spearhead after another.

The gravity boulder the size of a carriage was penetrated from the strongest point in the center and exploded, sending countless rubbles flying.

However,

No matter how they are destroyed, there is still a steady stream of spells generated, and house-sized dungeons, stone pillars, and palaces continue to take shape, fall, and suppress.

Twelve clay puppets were cut in half from time to time, and the sword energy destroyed the core. At most, three puppets were destroyed at the same time by the Taiqing Flying Sword.

But it's no use.

No matter how they are destroyed, they are regenerated in an instant without any loss.

On the other hand, with the mana greatly damaged, the blue sword light dimmed little by little.

The murderous intention became more and more violent and cold.

"Little great uncle!"

Han Lin was a little frightened and couldn't help but said: "It's impossible to do anything. Why don't we take the first step?"

Since entering the world of immortality,

He has never met another high-level monk who he can trust so much. He doesn't have to worry about a high-level monk who will be killed if he doesn't pay attention. He really doesn't want him to perish.

Although he is accustomed to himself and does not take any care of himself, this kind of habit is too rare in the world of immortality.

"You, leave, at least twenty miles away from here."

Jiang Ding said coldly.

Amidst the violent fluctuations of earth spells, the Taiqing Flying Sword clanked, revealing traces of light golden lines, and all the spells automatically cracked in front of it.

Break the law,

Magic breaking fairy gold!

"yes!"

Han Lin was startled and fled quickly without looking back.