A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"What do you think?"

Jiang Dingfei was in the sky, looked at the two of them, and asked.

Heavy pressure fell on him, his breathing couldn't help but suffocate, and his magic power also paused a little.

"My young master's swordsmanship is profound, and my disciple is resigning."

Lei Linghe said bitterly, cupped his hands and left on his own.

Although he still has the strength to fight, he cannot muster any fighting spirit and is already an empty shell without any soul.

"Junior!"

"If it weren't for you, my path would have been infinitely bright."

Zhou Yulong's eyes were filled with blood red and resentment, and he said with strong unwillingness: "Why did you show up to take away my opportunity to be on the road?"

"kill!"

He roared angrily, and the magic power in his Dantian poured out, pushing it to the extreme, even at the risk of destroying the top-quality flaming hill magic weapon in his hand.

The hill instantly swelled to seven or eight feet in size!

The flames were hot and violent, and countless ferocious fire snakes spread outwards. They were held up in the hand, and their muscles were knitted together. Their strength was condensed into one point, and they smashed towards the young man in green clothes in the sky.

The mana flame at the peak of foundation building is combined with pure strength.

The leader, Lei Linghe, changed his expression.

"Your trump card is that you have also practiced body training and reached the peak of foundation building?"

Jiang Ding said calmly.

The two foundation-building peaks merge into one,

Even if four or five peak foundation-building monks besiege him, they may not be able to do anything to him. Without him, he should be the owner of this golden fruit.

Keng!

A blue flying sword, with most of its edge restrained, slowly emerged from the center of his eyebrows. The sound of the sword being unsheathed spread and spread in all directions.

Unstoppably reflected in everyone's soul.

"This sword..."

Princess Chiyuan and General Mo Yu felt cold all over their bodies.

I vaguely remembered that compared to the demon race relying on their own bloodline talents and instincts, the human race is best at using foreign objects.

call out!

The blue sword light passed through the top-quality magical weapon from the Small Flame Mountain.

The Little Flame Mountain is seven to eight feet high. There are fire snakes on it roaring ferociously. They are deep red in color and can burn gold and melt iron. However, at this time, they stagnated and stopped in the sky.

A tiny blue trace appeared in the middle of the Little Flame Mountain, expanded rapidly, then split into two halves, and exploded with a bang. Two fist-sized mountain-shaped magic weapons fell, and silky spider web-like cracks were clearly visible on the smooth section, penetrating into The deepest part of the magic weapon.

"puff!"

The best magic weapon that had been sacrificed for many years was broken. Zhou Yulong vomited blood, and his magic power and soul were shaking.

"I'm not willing to give in!"

His eyes widened with anger, and what else did he want to do? An azure flying sword, as crystal clear as jade, almost as long as a foot, pressed against the center of his eyebrows, making all his movements stiff.

"What are you unwilling to do?"

Jiang Dingfei came in front of him, took a closer look at his big head and his pair of blood-red and resentful eyes, and asked softly.

What a great head.

Unfortunately, it can't be.

The two Seven Feather Golden Pills are very particular about their work. They give what they should give and have the support they should have. But it is not good for them to do bad things in public and let people from other races look down upon them.

"Unwilling..."

Zhou Quelong's roaring words were stagnant, and the souls of the dead were erupting. His soul was so cold that he could no longer speak any words.

"Take care of yourself."

Jiang Ding patted his shoulder.

A subtle ray of Taiyin-like sword intent simulated by the Destruction Sword Intention fell on his shoulder. It was extremely hidden and did not attract the attention of anyone, including several Jindan.

It’s not a big deal, it’s just positioning.

In terms of concealment, Taiyin Sword Intention is indeed good at it, but Destruction Sword Intent is not as good as it.

Retrieving the Taiqing Flying Sword from the opponent's eyebrows, Jiang Ding restrained the magic power in his body and walked past him without even deploying the shield.

'Chance! ’

'Fa Xiu's body is as fragile as paper. As long as he is killed at such a close distance, I will be the person that the sect's golden elixir hopes the most. The ancestor will not blame me! ’

An idea skyrocketed in Zhou Jielong's sea of ​​consciousness, forming a clear chain. He automatically ignored all the unfavorable factors in this chain and chose the possibility that was most beneficial to him, forming a straw on the road.

There was violence and determination in his eyes, staring at the undefended back of the person in front of him.

The big tendons tightened silently in the body, gathering strength like a wild dragon, his knees bent imperceptibly, and the nails of his claws flashed like lava.

"interesting."

King Peacock and King Chi Yan watched this scene with interest.

"Idiot!"

Zhou Yan sighed, and his spiritual consciousness swept over and landed in Zhou Kunlong's ears, making his body stiffen and stop his movements: "The resentment in your heart is too much, he has murderous intentions towards you, try to go out as little as possible in the future. "

"Actually, why should you be resentful?"

"The weak will eat the strong, and the strong will be respected. This is the fate of us cultivators. You have never taken action to kill the Taoist opponents in the sect in the past. This time it is your turn, why can't you see through it?"

"Ancestor!"

Zhou Kunlong's eyes turned red, he regained his senses, and actually cried loudly in front of the public, his nose was running, and his tears were falling, without looking at other people's eyes at all, with a face that has been more than two hundred years old.

No one laughed at him.

Many foundation builders have sad hearts and sore eyes, and they also have similar emotions.

In this life,

Jin Dan is hopeless.

The last glimmer of hope for immortality ends here. I wish I could burst into tears. Who cares what others think?

"Trapped Dragon, your journey is not over yet."

Such behavior aroused a softness in Zhou Yan, vaguely recalling the birth of a big fat boy more than two hundred years ago.

At that time, his parents were members of the sect's foundation and were relatively young, and they had been friends with him for a while.

"Half-complete, it's also half-complete. You're not young anymore. Find an opportunity and prepare to form elixirs."

Zhou Yan sighed: "I will give you another auxiliary pill-forming spiritual object, which can increase the possibility. If you add the one you have, it will be six points. In the past two hundred years, you have also collected one or two kinds. It’s probably a 70-80% chance of forming a magical elixir.”

"That's it, just give it a try. We immortal cultivators will spend our lives fighting against God."

"I was like that, and so are you."

"Thank you, Uncle Yan!"

Zhou Kunlong wiped away his tears, knelt on the ground and said gratefully.

Even the golden elixir cultivators are not rich. They are all prepared for future generations. It takes countless years to collect them. They are extremely precious.

…

"Nine orifices bear golden fruits."

After speaking to the two golden elixirs, Jiang Ding flew back to Jinling Mountain, sat cross-legged, took out a golden fist-sized fruit, and looked at it carefully, scanning it with his spiritual consciousness and sword intent.

The whole body is golden, has nine orifices, and is Vajra Immortal.

"Yes, it is the same as the Nine-Aperture Golden Fruit recorded in the Immortal Sect Library."

"I have inherited a great favor from Patriarch Qiyu."

"It's not enough to sacrifice your life. I have a much higher possibility of forming pills than others. Life is not worth this price. If I have the ability in the future, I will at least protect the inheritance of the Seven Feathers Sect for three thousand years."

After a while, Jiang Ding confirmed, with joy on his face.

"Taking raw food is a huge waste. It's no different from primitive people eating hair and drinking blood. It's better to make elixirs."

"Not to mention the effect is even better, there are still a few more pills available."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself and disappeared.