A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

Among the sky and sky.

Everyone looked at each other, and no one spoke for a long time.

"I finally understand why the Nine Immortal Sects are trying so hard to cultivate their Taoism, no matter what."

The voice of a classmate was a little dry: "For them, one high-level monk is enough. No other numbers are needed. One person can suppress a large number of geniuses, and crush them."

"There was absolutely no resistance."

The other person's mentality was a bit broken: "It's his grandma's, just give him a few tricks!"

"You have the wrong mentality, you are exaggerating."

An Siyan shook his head and analyzed calmly: "We are just a relatively outstanding group of students in the Immortal Sect in the past hundred years. We do not represent the top-level combat power of the Immortal Sect. We are only piloting Teach-645, and there are also improved ones. space."

"The Taoist disciples of the Immortal Sect are born every thousands or even tens of thousands of years. It is normal that they cannot be defeated for a while."

"Just send out the Sky Master commanded by the Jindan monks to crush them in the realm."

"This is difficult."

Jin Lingfeng was not optimistic: "Like our former classmate An Tuzi, as long as he appears outside the realm, there must be many guardians secretly guarding him. If he wants to be crushed by the realm, hey, it would be fine if he is not crushed by the realm. .”

…

In the stratosphere of the sky.

Another soul-killing Lord was looking at the training ground where the class was taking place. Beside him were several golden elixir monks with withered looks, and a young man with yellow hair.

"Old commander, can't you give me some advice?"

An old man whose face was covered with orange peels said in a sad voice: "The little Liuzi you have watched since childhood is about to die, and I will never see you again."

"We have each fought for the Immortal Sect for many years, and we have a lot of military achievements. We are just a little short of it."

Several golden elixir monks beside him also looked at the Soul-Slaying Lord pleadingly.

"Brothers really can't bear it anymore."

The Sun-destroying Lord said apologetically: "Think of a way, think of a crappy way. If money is so easy to think of, then it won't be the money, but Konoha."

"Xiaolu, can you help me?"

"I understand the temper of sword cultivators better than they themselves. If you are very kind to him, if you tell him, he will definitely help."

"Don't worry, I'll give you as much as you deserve."

"Even if he doesn't go, I will give him the Great Sun Sword Intent when I die."

"Senior Mie Ri."

Lord Killing Souls was deep in thought for a long time before shaking his head: "The level in the middle stage of foundation building is too low. I don't agree with entering the Barren Copper Battlefield now."

"Besides, he needs to choose whether to go or not. I will not interfere."

"The Mist Spirit Bead said it was given to him, and it was given to him. It was not a transaction or an exchange for some promise. It is legally his property."

"I won't speak."

"Oh, old commander..."

The sorrow on the faces of the several golden elixir elders became more intense, but they no longer entangled themselves. After hundreds of years of getting along, they knew it was useless.

Even if a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​​​blood are happening in front of you, it can't shake the other party's determination.

…

boom!

In the white mist that covered the sky and the sun, a thousand swords of white mist gathered into a huge sword that reached the sky, slashed down, and the blue sword light shattered and collapsed. The dim sword body was thrown away, and the white mist space followed. Disillusioned.

"That's it again."

Jiang Ding's face was pale, and his body was swaying and crumbling.

This is also the only result of more than a year of practicing swordsmanship with the sword intention of the Taiyin Sword Sect Yinwu Zhenjun. He no longer faints after a sword strike and his resistance is a little stronger.

Looking around, the aerospace course was generally coming to an end. Each aerospace fighter plane returned to its position one after another, and was put away by the one-sleeved robe of the Soul-Slayer True Lord.

"get out of class is over."

"Goodbye, Teacher Yuchi."

Jiang Ding took a breath, and under the care of An Siyan and Jin Lingfeng, he flew to the edge of the dormitory in the mining area and said goodbye to each other.

After two days of training, he recovered.

I took the opportunity to go back home.

Over the years, he has gone home more and more frequently, from once every two weeks to once a week now, staying for a day or two each time before returning to class.

Because my grandparents are almost a hundred years old.

Checking the body of the elderly, using magical power to warm and massage the meridians, cooking for family members, checking Jiangyuan's homework... all kinds of family problems.

Then he came back and started to intensively make up classes. He took several elective courses in Chinese, mathematics, ideological and moral character, and botany to study more intensively to enrich his knowledge of immortality.

Before I knew it, months passed.

Under the big blue-gold tree, there was a sonorous sword cry, and a heavy wisp of gray mist with magnetic melting crystal cores in the jade bottle was cut off. The branches hung down, pulling the wisp of gray mist up and sending it into the deep blue tree in the shade. It is smelted in the sun, turned into absorbable substances and sent into the bark, branches and leaves of the blue gold tree.

The dim magnetic light became stronger again.

"Four thousand eight hundred and twenty-seven rays, there are still eleven or twelve years left before the completion of 6,000 rays. By then, the flying sword will be even faster."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes for a moment, put away the jade bottle, and completed his daily homework.

Reach out and take in.

Two express boxes appeared in his hands.

"The first batch of 1,000 ancient mining puppets are ready. The manufacturer asked me to test them and make adjustments. If there are no problems, they will be mass-produced."

Jiang Ding opened the first express box. Inside was a storage bag with the logo of Luban Technology Company.

Divine consciousness swept over.

Inside is a neatly arranged six-legged spider-shaped puppet, which the manufacturer named Spider Mine-3.

The Spider Mine Type 3 has six legs, two shorter front claws, which are impact drills and grasping claws. It has the aura of a first-order puppet. It is made of steel and a small amount of first-order spiritual gold. It needs to be filled with ten low-grade spirits during work. stone, and can continue mining operations for a month.

No fighting ability.

There are nine mining spells engraved on the body, including the minor earth-splitting technique, the minor stone-crushing technique, and the minor metal-sensing technique. It was created specifically for mining, and its other abilities are very poor.

In terms of mining efficiency, it is more than four to five times that of ordinary Qi practicing monks and innate warriors.

The key is to work without sleep, without paying the spirit stone, without giving food, and without spending extra costs on management.

The overall efficiency is about ten times.

"and this."

Jiang Ding opened the second express box.

A faint blue talisman glanced at it with spiritual consciousness, as if it was about to be sucked into it, and it would be difficult to come back.

[Third level best soul searching talisman]

It was specially prepared for Taoist Tian Kuang in the late stage of Jindan. His cultivation level was too high, and the third-level top-quality soul-searching talisman was not safe. Therefore, he ordered this third-level top-quality talisman and it was delivered a few months later.

The more advanced the item, the more common this time delay is.

Because the talisman masters who produce such talismans are all highly skilled people, their concept of time is different from ordinary people. Unless it is in stock, it is normal to wait for several months or years.

Jiang Ding's figure disappeared.

…

Under the deep pool.

At the edge of the teleportation array, surrounded by layers of detection arrays, a jade box sealed by Taiyin-like sword intent was still intact.

Open it, and the Taoist Tiankuang inside is still sleeping soundly.

"Let me see what information the Six Paths Sect's late-stage Jindan cultivators have in their consciousness sea."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, took out the third-level top-quality soul-searching talisman and put it on it.

A few quarters of an hour later, Taoist Tian Kuang's soul was annihilated. A blue talisman fell into his hands, and his spiritual consciousness poured in and he quickly read it.

"...The Great Sun Sect appeared more than a thousand years ago and was supported by unknown forces. The major families have been encircled and suppressed many times but failed to eliminate them. On the contrary, they are growing. Many small and medium-sized families' golden elixir monks secretly join forces to work for them secretly..."

"...The Righteous Demon Alliance appeared more than 300 years ago, and there are twenty-eight surnames in it..."

Continue in the evening