A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"Tushan Demon Country?"

Jiang Ding connected his spiritual consciousness to the Jinling Mountain formation and looked in all directions.

Sure enough, I saw one or two demon generals with human heads and animal bodies touring the mountains under the smiles of the sect disciples. Many mortal servants and maids accompanied them, holding umbrellas, preparing wine, and fanning themselves. They were very busy, with a few Qi exercises in between. Disciple of the period.

In the direction of the main peak, Tianlei Peak, one could vaguely hear the sound of silk and bamboo, and heroic laughter. A Fairy of the Foundation Establishment Realm led a group of disciples to dance in the sky, with enchanting figures and pink petals falling from the sky.

Another party.

"The posture is a little lower."

Jiang Ding frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable seeing this scene.

But nothing was done.

When strength is weak, temporary humiliation can be tolerated like wine. This is a manifestation of human beings' strong ability to survive. All dignity must be based on strength.

Even the Immortal Sect, when it was weak, was used as a cauldron for others.

As long as victory can be achieved in the end, it will be glorious and glorious.

"Han Lin wants to see me?"

Jiang Ding thought for a moment and came up with a rough guess, and his spiritual thoughts touched the golden pendant.

Not long after, a ray of green light flew from a distance, fell to the ground, and transformed into a sixth-level Qi-training monk with an ordinary face, wearing white washed Taoist robes, walking up step by step.

"Meet my great uncle"

Han Lin said respectfully and handed over a jade slip: "This is the information on the outside world of immortality that the disciples have tried their best to collect over the years in the library and various cities and towns. Until this year, it is confirmed that all the information that can be found has been collected."

"Hard."

Jiang Ding nodded, and his consciousness pulled the jade slip over and looked at it carefully.

"...The Yue Kingdom is located in a remote corner of the world of immortality. The three sides are different. The sea, desert, and ice fields are all soulless places. Only in the north is there a world known as Beiyuan. The road is far away. I heard that the immortal road is extremely prosperous and has many products. Rich, strong people emerge in endlessly..."

"...passing through the Tushan Demon Country, heading north, passing through the long soulless desert. The foundation-building monks have a narrow escape from death. Only the golden elixir monks can go there, but there are risks from time to time..."

"... I heard that more than two thousand years ago, a Tianlinggen Patriarch of our sect sought the great path and trained new Jindan monks for the sect. Lower Taoism..."

There is also some miscellaneous knowledge in the back, such as top-secret road maps, treasures handed down from the Beiyuan Immortal World, whether true or false, and some introductions to the customs and customs of the Beiyuan Immortal World.

"...Beiyuan Immortal Realm, the customs are different from other worlds. Although the sect is called a sect, it is actually a family. Most of the sect's direct lineage is passed down by family blood. It is not uncommon to hear that families that have been passed down for thousands of years... The Blood Slaughter Hall transforms the Xue Yu clan, The Poison Zhang family and the Hundred Ghost Liu family escaped from the Beiyuan Immortal Realm..."

"...Mu Tianxue has a mysterious origin. He was personally raised by the ancestor of the previous generation of blood. When he was a girl, he killed many foundations in the family to establish his position..."

"family?"

Jiang Ding was startled.

How did such an inefficient organizational form survive for so long and spread to a world of immortality that was many times larger than the country of Yue?

"If the intelligence is correct, there should be a reason behind this."

The education Jiang Ding received made him immediately have many speculations in his mind. He temporarily restrained himself and looked at the ordinary-looking young man in front of him: "You want to see me many times. Is there something wrong?"

In the past three years, Han Lin has been summoned seven times to request a meeting.

"My great uncle Mingjian."

Han Lin hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "This disciple would like to ask for a long-term mission to Tushan Demon Country, preferably one that lasts twenty or thirty years."

When the sect disciples worshiped the sect, they all left a trace of their soul mark in the ancestral hall. If they rebelled against the sect or refused to obey orders, the law enforcement monks would personally hunt them down.

If the situation is serious, the Golden Pill Patriarch may participate in the pursuit.

"Twenty or thirty years."

Jiang Ding frowned, a little unhappy.

This is to completely avoid the sect chaos and even leave the Yue Kingdom directly.

This matter had nothing to do with him.

He himself also felt that the Seven Feathers Sect was too harsh on the outer disciples. They did not invest anything and asked them to work hard to support the sect. If the outer disciples wanted to leave and did not want to join the war, he could understand it and would not act arrogantly if they met. What.

But to do it through his warrant was a bit off-putting.

The Seven Feathers Sect was generally okay for him. Even the Nine Apertures Golden Fruit was clearly there, just waiting for him to get it, even though everyone was aligned with each other due to trade-offs and interests.

But where is this not true?

In this case, when the Seven Feathers Sect is in a bad situation, it would be difficult to take the lead in poaching corners and opening mouths.

Although this person has done many things for himself before, he has given him enough compensation and there is nothing owed between the two.

Han Lin glanced up, feeling increasingly uneasy.

"Go and bring back the heads of the five foundation-building monks of the Blood Slaughter Hall."

Jiang Ding thought for a long time and said calmly: "I will announce a task in the sect's general affairs hall. The heads of five foundation-building monks can be exchanged for a hundred years of tasks in remote areas."

"Five foundations!"

Han Lin's face turned pale and he said in disbelief: "Uncle Master, this disciple has only practiced at the sixth level of Qi! Are you..."

Jiang Ding smiled and looked at him quietly.

"Yes or no……"

Han Lin's voice softened.

"That's it, go ahead."

Jiang Ding waved his hand: "I don't care what you do, and I understand it, but if you want my warrant, this is the only way."

"……yes."

Han Lin had no choice but to say goodbye and leave.

Jiang Ding waited for him to leave, practiced for a while, opened his eyes and looked into the distance.

…

in the mountains,

Li Qingyun, the Supreme Elder's disciple, personally accompanied him, surrounded by many sects, chatting and laughing, exchanging one or two magic spells from time to time, with flashes of inspiration, and they got along well with each other.

Among all the people, the two people attracted the most attention.

One person is wearing a red palace dress, specially cut out to expose her belly and a large area of ​​snow-grey skin. Her face is charming, her figure is enchanting, her eyes are enchanting, and the three flaming red fox tails behind her add a lot of charming charm.

Many sects are building their foundations and looking here secretly from the corner of their eyes with fiery eyes.

The other person has a much rougher manner, a stout body, a head that looks like a bird's head, feathers like black jade, and a sharp and attractive beak. The pressure of the Peak Foundation Establishment spreads all over his body, making people breathe heavily.

"Junior Brother Qing, didn't you say that the Seven Feather Swordsman is still in seclusion?"

The three-tailed woman glanced at the escape light that flew out shortly after Han Lin entered. Her voice tickled people's hearts. She hugged Li Qingyun's arm and said, "Are you trying to deceive your sister? This person doesn't listen to you."

The black bird-headed man glanced at Li Qingyun jealously.

"Senior Sister Chiyuan is joking."

Li Qingyun, however, did not feel the joy of having a beautiful woman in his arms. He pulled out his arm without leaving any trace: "This is just a subordinate of my junior uncle. After a while, it is extremely ordinary."

He felt a huge headache in his heart.

The master had previously told him not to let his uncle come into contact with these demons, lest anything bad happen, but this woman seemed determined to bring the topic here.