A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

A ray of gray light flew from a distance and landed on the ground, revealing the figure of Wu Makong, his face full of regret and fear.

His expression quickly faded.

"Greetings to my junior uncle!"

He quickly came to the top of the mountain and said respectfully.

"Ha ha!"

Jiang Ding laughed when he saw his appearance: "How does it feel to offend a golden elixir monk who is bound to retaliate to death?"

In the world of cultivating immortals, there are sect precepts.

But if it doesn't work, it still depends on the status and background of both parties. Otherwise, it would not be too unexpected to find a way to collide with the elders and kill them on the spot without knowing their dignity.

"I feel anxious and restless, making it difficult to enter concentration and practice."

"I'm afraid that a huge flaming palm will fall from the sky at the next moment and crush me into ashes."

Wu Makong smiled bitterly.

"Yes, he is an honest man."

Jiang Ding praised him and threw him a storage bag: "Here are some foundation-building realm cultivation elixirs exchanged from the sect and the soul imprint left by you when you joined the sect.

Go and spy on the information about the Blood Slaughter Hall. I have made arrangements for you within the sect. You can decide whether to return or not after ten years depending on the situation. "

That's it.

The other party originally owed him a life, but now it was just a habit of doing things, not that he owed the other party anything.

"Thank you, little uncle!"

Wu Makong was overjoyed and bowed deeply.

The world of cultivating immortals is extremely vast. If you just find a remote place to hide in, no matter how powerful the golden elixir cultivator is, can you still find it?

"Let's go."

Jiang Ding waved his hand.

Wu Makong bowed again and left in a hurry without even returning to his own cave.

"Gong Caiyu has also made such an arrangement, and the specifications are even higher."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

But he plans to leave the Seven Feathers Sect, not even leaving his clone behind. This place now restricts him more than protects him.

In the outside world, he is just a fake alchemy monk.

"I was going to give it to Han Lin, but I couldn't find his person."

"I'm afraid that the moment there was a celestial phenomenon of forming pills at Fire Dragon Peak, he had already run away and disappeared without a trace, leaving only one or two people in the sect to report the news."

"After confirming the formation of the pill, the person who reported the message also lost contact. No one knows where he is. Although basically no one pays attention to him as a Qi practitioner, he is really too worried."

A trace of soul brand appeared in Jiang Ding's hand, which was Han Lin's aura, and he crushed it casually.

It's not that he wants to poach the Seven Feathers Sect.

But because of Zhou Kunlong's narrow-mindedness, if he continues to stay in the sect, they will all die. The two Jindan will not stop this kind of thing, but will be happy to see it happen and let him vent his anger.

His spiritual consciousness clicked on the golden pendant.

"Meet the master."

In spring, summer, autumn and winter, the twelve maids flew over the top of the mountain one after another, their faces all pale. The news of an enemy of an alchemy monk fell like a mountain in their hearts, making them panic and uneasy.

"I'm leaving and going to the Lanshan Spiritual Mine to take charge."

Jiang Ding said slowly.

The electromagnetic spiritual gold ore and the strategic mineral mercury silver spiritual gold in the Lanshan Spirit Mine are very important to him, and naturally they cannot be affected by a mere Zhou Kunlong.

Of course, he won't really go. The A-25 is good at doing this kind of work.

"Master, why..."

Xia Tu and others trembled with fear.

Twenty-five years have passed since they came to Jinling Mountain when they were seventeen or eighteen years old. They have been completely bound to Jinling Mountain. Even if they are cut off, no one will believe it.

"As for your arrangements,"

Jiang Ding thought to himself and said: "I will write a handwritten letter to Senior Brother, asking him to take care of you. From now on, you can go to Tianlei Peak to work."

"Go ahead."

Xia Tu and other maids felt uneasy, but could not do anything. They bowed again and flew towards Tianlei Peak.

After they left, Jinling Mountain became completely quiet. Except for some spiritual beasts, it was empty and somehow gave rise to a sense of desolation out of thin air.

"I spent twenty-five years of my youth here..."

Jiang Ding flew into the sky and took one last look at this small mountain top. His body was transparent and hazy and disappeared.

Pass through the mountain gate formation and fly into the distance without any hesitation.

…

Tianleifeng.

"Junior brother, leave."

The white-browed old cultivator sighed: "I can still recall the scene when he first came to the sect from the mortal world of Yue Kingdom twenty-five years ago. Unknowingly, so many years have passed."

"leave?"

Zhou Yan was shocked: "The sect is absolutely safe, why should we leave? What should we do if we encounter a trapped dragon or the Golden Pill of the Blood Slaughter Hall?"

Although he didn't have deep feelings for this junior brother, he was still happy to see him grow up.

"They said they were going to the Lanshan Spirit Mine to take charge, but maybe they were just hiding it from others. I don't know where they actually went."

The old cultivator with white eyebrows said calmly: "It seems that although we have made a promise, he is still worried that things will change. He would rather believe in his current sword than believe in the promises made by you and me and worry about recurrence."

"Most immortal cultivators are like this."

Zhou Yan was not surprised and sighed: "It's okay. Once Kunlong gained power, he would inevitably get carried away. The two never met each other. It will be fine after ten or twenty years of accumulation. He will know what is best for him." .”

"Junior brother, it's not been more than ten or twenty years."

"Within a few years at most, we must use the power of the Demon Kingdom to kill the Blood Slaughter Palace back. It is best to completely drive out the Yue Kingdom and restore the territory where the ancestor was."

The old cultivator with white eyebrows showed a cold light in his eyes.

…

The wind whistled, and the mountains and rivers passed by before my eyes.

"First decide on the home teleportation array, which is within 3,000 kilometers from the Lanshan Spirit Mine."

Jiang Ding thought silently.

"The area near Chizhong Mansion is good. If you are familiar with it, you can find a forest cave nearby and dig down. It doesn't require any formations. It will naturally be a good place to hide."

A few days later, I passed by the sky of Dongling Mansion again.

An invisible escaping light stood high in the sky, looking down.

A white land, desolate and dead.

A few years ago, the Peacock King passed by here. He opened his mouth and sucked it. Hundreds of thousands of mortals in the city fell into his mouth. He chewed it many times and swallowed it. He said that the meat was tender and delicious, much better than domesticated meat.

In the memory, the faces of Huang Deyou, the man, and some of his neighbors came to mind.

"The trolls must be killed."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, took another look at the location of the grocery store, flew to Chizhong Mansion, and explored the terrain in various mountains, looking for a suitable place to set up the formation.

For ten consecutive days,

Haunting in major mountains, rivers, and caves, the Immortal Sect's surveying and mapping skills are endless.

"Hey, here?"

Jiang Ding's invisible escaping light paused.

In the forest, a pool of water appeared, about ten feet in size. It was the place where he had been hiding in the war for twenty-five years. At this time, his spiritual consciousness scanned it, and the water remained unchanged, and the water was shallow.

However, in the sword sense, one can clearly see a second-level life hiding thousands of meters deep underground.

"Natural maze?"

Jiang Ding became a little more interested and pointed his finger.

A pool of metallic liquid the size of a basketball plopped into the pool, dived underneath, and headed towards the location marked by the sword intention.

After a dozen breaths,

The pond water shook violently and rolled, and the blood scattered. A catfish with a length of several feet and a single horn was dragged out by A-25. Its body was covered with dense penetrating wounds, as if it had been pierced by thousands of silver needles.